there's a scratch on your face ( let me kiss it better )

"What the fuck," Getou laughs, pulling Gojo towards him with a slight jerk of of his wrist under his chin. "Where did you get that?"Gojo whines and turns away from Getou, trying to escape his boyfriend's prying hands. "Go away," Gojo snapped, pulling his collar up to his cheekbones to shield the scar from Geto.“Oi, come here, it’s going to get infected,” Geto huffs, sliding a hand around Gojo’s waist and running a gentle finger over it.“I don’t ca—“And then Gojo Satoru was cut off as his boyfriend’s lips — those lips that tasted like lavender and roses and vanilla whipped cream — were on his wound.