Saiyuki Fic - Longing, Hakkai/Gojyo
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cicer! Here's a birthday ficlet for you and congratulations on finishing nanowrimo.
Fandom: Saiyuki
Title: Longing
Pairing: Hakkai/Gojyo
Warnings: not worksafe, explicit m/m sex
Notes: This falls firmly under the category of Hakkai/Gojyo filthy smut. Yay! Many thanks toemungere for comments and beta.
Longing
The kitchen was very dingy. Years of neglect showed in the peeling paintwork and the kitchen table was scarred from Gojyo's many late night battles with alcohol and cigarettes. Hakkai took him out one day and spent Gojyo's poker winnings on pots of new paint, varnish and sandpaper, then put Gojyo to work.
'Hey, why am I doing all the hard stuff?' Gojyo said, sweating over the table. He pulled his vest off and wiped off the dust that was sticking to his arms.
Looking over his shoulder he saw Hakkai was watching him. He was leaning against the kitchen counter, dabbing intermittently at the wall above the fridge with a brush. Hakkai smiled.
'They're your cigarette burns,' Hakkai said, happily.
'Yeah, but this crap's not coming off,' Gojyo complained, over his shoulder. 'This sucks. If you wanna do it, do it yourself,' he said.
'Can't you see what you're doing wrong?' Hakkai said, gently, coming up behind him. 'No, don't move. I can show you exactly what to do,' he said.
Gojyo jumped as Hakkai's arm slipped around his waist. His hand rested on Gojyo's hand, very lightly. Gojyo could sense his body just millimetres away. It was just a tease. Hakkai's hand slid up Gojyo's wrist, trailing fingers up to his elbow and back down, letting his short nails drag a little. Just a tease.
'It's very easy. Just rub harder.' He moved Gojyo's hand with his own, back and forth. 'See, it's coming off,' Hakkai said, sounding very reasonable, right in his ear. Gojyo closed his eyes. He was beginning to get hard. 'Although you might want to bend over a little further, Gojyo,' Hakkai murmured.
Gojyo shivered and forgot about sanding. His hand only kept moving because Hakkai was guiding it. Hakkai moved, very slightly, pressing his full weight against Gojyo's buttocks, pinning him to the table. There was a very definite bulge there, behind him. Gojyo simply couldn't look round.
'Is this what you wanted, Gojyo?' Hakkai whispered in his ear.
It was. How did Hakkai know? He wanted Hakkai in him, on top of him, wanted him everywhere, all the time. He could hardly bring himself to admit how much. Hakkai never asked for more than he got when Gojyo groped him in the dark silently, with willing hands and mouth. Gojyo would never let himself say it, had never suggested they should do it. They didn't ever discuss it. Gojyo thought he'd be the one to do the fucking, even if it wasn't exactly what he wanted, if the subject ever arose. Like now. His face was burning and his heart began beating so fast he was sure he could hear it over his breathing, a gentle thump-thump in his ribcage. He thought of the times, alone, he'd touched himself, one finger or two buried inside himself, gripped by that incredible, fluttering heat and imagining it was Hakkai inside him. He realised his legs were trembling.
Hakkai's hips pressed him up close to the table. Bending was awkward like that, but he did, Hakkai's other hand helpfully pressing between his shoulder blades. He stopped when the tips of his hair pooled on the dusty surface.
'Like this?' Gojyo whispered, his face burning.
'Exactly like that,' Hakkai said.
Hakkai leaned right over him then and swept the table clean with one violent stroke. Everything clattered to the floor. Hakkai slipped his hands under the waistband of the baggy cotton shorts Gojyo didn't mind getting paint on, and slid them down over his hips, exposing him. Gojyo stretched further, long and lithe across the table until he was flat against it, pressing his erection against the wood, and then he waited, dizzy from the blood pounding through his head.
For long moments all he heard was Hakkai's breathing, then warm palms smoothed over his ass and up over his back, squeezing firm muscle, fingers whispering down between his buttocks to stroke his balls. Then the hands went and Hakkai's weight was fully on his back, holding him down. Hakkai moaned and moved his hair so he could kiss the back of his neck. Then he bit sharply down.
'I like you like this,' Hakkai sighed, 'very much. Do you like it too?'
'Uhn,' he managed; nothing more coherent would come out.
Gojyo felt hands fumbling behind him and then he heard the clank and jingle of Hakkai's belt buckle and the rough slide of cotton on skin as Hakkai pushed his trousers off. Hakkai swooped down to suck the back of his neck again and then slid his naked, hard length to lie tight and perfect between Gojyo's cheeks.
'Hakkai,' he said, and it was almost a groan. He arched, rubbing back against him. Hakkai pulled away, breathing hard and then he was gone and cold air washed over Gojyo's back. 'Hakkai?'
'Suck me,' Hakkai, said, his voice dark and hot and needy. 'Quickly,' Hakkai said, and he was tugging at Gojyo's shoulder, greedy hands pulling him around and down until his face was snug between Hakkai's thighs, pressed tight with Hakkai's hands on the back of his head.
Gojyo wrapped his arms around Hakkai's waist, close and warm, and breathed in. This was way beyond anything they'd done before, this hurried, clumsy rush. Here, in daylight, in the kitchen. Gojyo hoped no one walked past and chose to look in right now, see him on his knees about to take another man's cock in his mouth. He wondered if Hakkai had wanted this all along, if he'd just been waiting for Gojyo to make some sign. He didn't know what sign he'd given though.
'Gojyo,' Hakkai whispered.
His hands tangled in Gojyo's hair. Looking up he caught Hakkai's intense gaze, possessive and hungry, and had to hide his face. He rubbed his cheek against silky, hot flesh. The solid bar of Hakkai's penis pressed against his face, against his lips, across his cheekbone, crumpling his eyelashes as Hakkai slid over the curves of his face, leaving slicks of clear fluid that cooled in the air. Gojyo stretched his tongue until it licked and curled around Hakkai's shaft, salty smooth and hot against his lips. Hakkai's hands loosened, letting Gojyo back off and swallow him, just the head because Gojyo wasn't very practiced.
Gojyo stopped, pulling back until Hakkai's dick was bobbing in front of him, dark red and glistening. He kissed along its length, feeling Hakkai gather up his hair in great soft handfuls.
'Can you-- will you fuck me?' he said, managing to say it without his voice wobbling too much.
Hakkai drew him up and pressed him up against the table, kissing him. 'Whatever you want,' he whispered, kissing his face, up over his eyes, hands deep in his hair, then back to his mouth. They kissed, wet and deep until Hakkai's hand fell to his shoulders and turned him around. He went easily. Hakkai's hands ran over his flesh, placing him just right. Gojyo's fingers crept forward to grip the table edge and he tilted his hips and parted his legs.
'Oh,' he heard Hakkai murmur, 'that's good.'
It was a shock beyond all others when a wet lick of heat slicked over his hole and then the tip of Hakkai's tongue jabbed into him. His cock jerked and twitched underneath him when it wiggled, soft and delicate inside him, probing. He raised himself, trying to get more and Hakkai gave a muffled moan, licking in deeper. Gojyo almost slipped off the table when Hakkai suddenly pulled away. He heard the clink of bottles on the shelf, things being shoved around in a hurry, then the snap of a lid. Gojyo choked when Hakkai's finger slipped inside him, sweet and slick. Hakkai was gasping above him, one hand braced on the table. He rubbed a whole palmful of oil over Gojyo's hole, his fingers dipping in again and again. Gojyo heard the slick wet noises as Hakkai spread it on himself, then slipped round to grip his cock, stroking it hard and tight.
'Do it,' Gojyo moaned, 'please.'
Then he was being stretched, and it felt huge. It made him want to sob and cry out and arch back and take more. His body couldn't decide if it was pain or pleasure, telling him both. He writhed, sinking himself further. Hakkai's hands grabbed his hips, holding him down and forcing him to hold still.
'If you move like that I won't last long,' Hakkai growled. His breath puffed hot down Gojyo's back, cooling the sweat there.
'Just-- fuck me,' Gojyo said. He dropped his head, mouth open to suck in air. He almost laughed. He'd said it before. It was easy to say it again. 'Fuck me,' he said. 'Fuck me.'
A hand twisted into his hair, and Hakkai pulled his head back to lick a stripe up the side of his neck.
'I've never needed telling, Gojyo,' he said, as he worked himself in deeper, 'where you're concerned.'
Hakkai slid in. Gojyo heard the wet slap of their bodies and his balls jiggled with the force of it, tight and throbbing, and when Hakkai pulled out there was such a piercing ache inside him that Gojyo wondered how he could stand it.
'Gojyo, oh, Gojyo,' said Hakkai, his voice breaking, high and sharp, and he began to thrust hard, spreading Gojyo's buttocks with his palms.
Gojyo arched up, pushing himself hard back onto Hakkai, wanting more of the stretch and the ache and the fullness. Hakkai's hand slipped down to squeeze his balls, cupping their taut curve, then slid back up and began to pull at him fast and hard in time to his thrusts and they were shaking and moaning perfectly together. Everything was still for an endless, beating moment. He froze, body taut and trembling as he watched himself spurt thick white strands over Hakkai's fingers. He tipped his head back, mouth open and knees turning to water as Hakkai's dick twitched inside him. Hakkai's arms tightened around him and his mouth fixed down on Gojyo's neck, gently this time. They stayed locked together for minutes, breath slowing together as they collapsed little by little onto the table.
They went to bed after that, after Gojyo had stood in the shower for a long time. He wondered what would happen now. He ached in new places and he'd never look at that table the same way again. Gojyo stood under the hot spray and smiled to himself, remembering. Later, Hakkai pulled him close and stroked his hair with long, gentle strokes, something he'd never done before. They looked into each other's eyes for a long time, not speaking.
'Of course, the table will need sanding again,' Hakkai said, eventually.
Gojyo kissed him.
cicer! Here's a birthday ficlet for you and congratulations on finishing nanowrimo. Fandom: Saiyuki
Title: Longing
Pairing: Hakkai/Gojyo
Warnings: not worksafe, explicit m/m sex
Notes: This falls firmly under the category of Hakkai/Gojyo filthy smut. Yay! Many thanks to
emungere for comments and beta. Longing
The kitchen was very dingy. Years of neglect showed in the peeling paintwork and the kitchen table was scarred from Gojyo's many late night battles with alcohol and cigarettes. Hakkai took him out one day and spent Gojyo's poker winnings on pots of new paint, varnish and sandpaper, then put Gojyo to work.
'Hey, why am I doing all the hard stuff?' Gojyo said, sweating over the table. He pulled his vest off and wiped off the dust that was sticking to his arms.
Looking over his shoulder he saw Hakkai was watching him. He was leaning against the kitchen counter, dabbing intermittently at the wall above the fridge with a brush. Hakkai smiled.
'They're your cigarette burns,' Hakkai said, happily.
'Yeah, but this crap's not coming off,' Gojyo complained, over his shoulder. 'This sucks. If you wanna do it, do it yourself,' he said.
'Can't you see what you're doing wrong?' Hakkai said, gently, coming up behind him. 'No, don't move. I can show you exactly what to do,' he said.
Gojyo jumped as Hakkai's arm slipped around his waist. His hand rested on Gojyo's hand, very lightly. Gojyo could sense his body just millimetres away. It was just a tease. Hakkai's hand slid up Gojyo's wrist, trailing fingers up to his elbow and back down, letting his short nails drag a little. Just a tease.
'It's very easy. Just rub harder.' He moved Gojyo's hand with his own, back and forth. 'See, it's coming off,' Hakkai said, sounding very reasonable, right in his ear. Gojyo closed his eyes. He was beginning to get hard. 'Although you might want to bend over a little further, Gojyo,' Hakkai murmured.
Gojyo shivered and forgot about sanding. His hand only kept moving because Hakkai was guiding it. Hakkai moved, very slightly, pressing his full weight against Gojyo's buttocks, pinning him to the table. There was a very definite bulge there, behind him. Gojyo simply couldn't look round.
'Is this what you wanted, Gojyo?' Hakkai whispered in his ear.
It was. How did Hakkai know? He wanted Hakkai in him, on top of him, wanted him everywhere, all the time. He could hardly bring himself to admit how much. Hakkai never asked for more than he got when Gojyo groped him in the dark silently, with willing hands and mouth. Gojyo would never let himself say it, had never suggested they should do it. They didn't ever discuss it. Gojyo thought he'd be the one to do the fucking, even if it wasn't exactly what he wanted, if the subject ever arose. Like now. His face was burning and his heart began beating so fast he was sure he could hear it over his breathing, a gentle thump-thump in his ribcage. He thought of the times, alone, he'd touched himself, one finger or two buried inside himself, gripped by that incredible, fluttering heat and imagining it was Hakkai inside him. He realised his legs were trembling.
Hakkai's hips pressed him up close to the table. Bending was awkward like that, but he did, Hakkai's other hand helpfully pressing between his shoulder blades. He stopped when the tips of his hair pooled on the dusty surface.
'Like this?' Gojyo whispered, his face burning.
'Exactly like that,' Hakkai said.
Hakkai leaned right over him then and swept the table clean with one violent stroke. Everything clattered to the floor. Hakkai slipped his hands under the waistband of the baggy cotton shorts Gojyo didn't mind getting paint on, and slid them down over his hips, exposing him. Gojyo stretched further, long and lithe across the table until he was flat against it, pressing his erection against the wood, and then he waited, dizzy from the blood pounding through his head.
For long moments all he heard was Hakkai's breathing, then warm palms smoothed over his ass and up over his back, squeezing firm muscle, fingers whispering down between his buttocks to stroke his balls. Then the hands went and Hakkai's weight was fully on his back, holding him down. Hakkai moaned and moved his hair so he could kiss the back of his neck. Then he bit sharply down.
'I like you like this,' Hakkai sighed, 'very much. Do you like it too?'
'Uhn,' he managed; nothing more coherent would come out.
Gojyo felt hands fumbling behind him and then he heard the clank and jingle of Hakkai's belt buckle and the rough slide of cotton on skin as Hakkai pushed his trousers off. Hakkai swooped down to suck the back of his neck again and then slid his naked, hard length to lie tight and perfect between Gojyo's cheeks.
'Hakkai,' he said, and it was almost a groan. He arched, rubbing back against him. Hakkai pulled away, breathing hard and then he was gone and cold air washed over Gojyo's back. 'Hakkai?'
'Suck me,' Hakkai, said, his voice dark and hot and needy. 'Quickly,' Hakkai said, and he was tugging at Gojyo's shoulder, greedy hands pulling him around and down until his face was snug between Hakkai's thighs, pressed tight with Hakkai's hands on the back of his head.
Gojyo wrapped his arms around Hakkai's waist, close and warm, and breathed in. This was way beyond anything they'd done before, this hurried, clumsy rush. Here, in daylight, in the kitchen. Gojyo hoped no one walked past and chose to look in right now, see him on his knees about to take another man's cock in his mouth. He wondered if Hakkai had wanted this all along, if he'd just been waiting for Gojyo to make some sign. He didn't know what sign he'd given though.
'Gojyo,' Hakkai whispered.
His hands tangled in Gojyo's hair. Looking up he caught Hakkai's intense gaze, possessive and hungry, and had to hide his face. He rubbed his cheek against silky, hot flesh. The solid bar of Hakkai's penis pressed against his face, against his lips, across his cheekbone, crumpling his eyelashes as Hakkai slid over the curves of his face, leaving slicks of clear fluid that cooled in the air. Gojyo stretched his tongue until it licked and curled around Hakkai's shaft, salty smooth and hot against his lips. Hakkai's hands loosened, letting Gojyo back off and swallow him, just the head because Gojyo wasn't very practiced.
Gojyo stopped, pulling back until Hakkai's dick was bobbing in front of him, dark red and glistening. He kissed along its length, feeling Hakkai gather up his hair in great soft handfuls.
'Can you-- will you fuck me?' he said, managing to say it without his voice wobbling too much.
Hakkai drew him up and pressed him up against the table, kissing him. 'Whatever you want,' he whispered, kissing his face, up over his eyes, hands deep in his hair, then back to his mouth. They kissed, wet and deep until Hakkai's hand fell to his shoulders and turned him around. He went easily. Hakkai's hands ran over his flesh, placing him just right. Gojyo's fingers crept forward to grip the table edge and he tilted his hips and parted his legs.
'Oh,' he heard Hakkai murmur, 'that's good.'
It was a shock beyond all others when a wet lick of heat slicked over his hole and then the tip of Hakkai's tongue jabbed into him. His cock jerked and twitched underneath him when it wiggled, soft and delicate inside him, probing. He raised himself, trying to get more and Hakkai gave a muffled moan, licking in deeper. Gojyo almost slipped off the table when Hakkai suddenly pulled away. He heard the clink of bottles on the shelf, things being shoved around in a hurry, then the snap of a lid. Gojyo choked when Hakkai's finger slipped inside him, sweet and slick. Hakkai was gasping above him, one hand braced on the table. He rubbed a whole palmful of oil over Gojyo's hole, his fingers dipping in again and again. Gojyo heard the slick wet noises as Hakkai spread it on himself, then slipped round to grip his cock, stroking it hard and tight.
'Do it,' Gojyo moaned, 'please.'
Then he was being stretched, and it felt huge. It made him want to sob and cry out and arch back and take more. His body couldn't decide if it was pain or pleasure, telling him both. He writhed, sinking himself further. Hakkai's hands grabbed his hips, holding him down and forcing him to hold still.
'If you move like that I won't last long,' Hakkai growled. His breath puffed hot down Gojyo's back, cooling the sweat there.
'Just-- fuck me,' Gojyo said. He dropped his head, mouth open to suck in air. He almost laughed. He'd said it before. It was easy to say it again. 'Fuck me,' he said. 'Fuck me.'
A hand twisted into his hair, and Hakkai pulled his head back to lick a stripe up the side of his neck.
'I've never needed telling, Gojyo,' he said, as he worked himself in deeper, 'where you're concerned.'
Hakkai slid in. Gojyo heard the wet slap of their bodies and his balls jiggled with the force of it, tight and throbbing, and when Hakkai pulled out there was such a piercing ache inside him that Gojyo wondered how he could stand it.
'Gojyo, oh, Gojyo,' said Hakkai, his voice breaking, high and sharp, and he began to thrust hard, spreading Gojyo's buttocks with his palms.
Gojyo arched up, pushing himself hard back onto Hakkai, wanting more of the stretch and the ache and the fullness. Hakkai's hand slipped down to squeeze his balls, cupping their taut curve, then slid back up and began to pull at him fast and hard in time to his thrusts and they were shaking and moaning perfectly together. Everything was still for an endless, beating moment. He froze, body taut and trembling as he watched himself spurt thick white strands over Hakkai's fingers. He tipped his head back, mouth open and knees turning to water as Hakkai's dick twitched inside him. Hakkai's arms tightened around him and his mouth fixed down on Gojyo's neck, gently this time. They stayed locked together for minutes, breath slowing together as they collapsed little by little onto the table.
They went to bed after that, after Gojyo had stood in the shower for a long time. He wondered what would happen now. He ached in new places and he'd never look at that table the same way again. Gojyo stood under the hot spray and smiled to himself, remembering. Later, Hakkai pulled him close and stroked his hair with long, gentle strokes, something he'd never done before. They looked into each other's eyes for a long time, not speaking.
'Of course, the table will need sanding again,' Hakkai said, eventually.
Gojyo kissed him.
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Date: 2005-11-28 04:03 pm (UTC)Thanks for making my day! I love Seme!Hakkai so much. ^_^
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