Write me something
Dec. 14th, 2005 12:04 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
louiseluxSomeone filled my head with concrete while I wasn't looking. Damn them. *shakes fist* I want to write something, but can only stare at my screen/page/nerveless fingers and cough pathetically.
So write me somesmut thing instead! It worked last time. If you want a prompt you can have any or all of: character, pairing, word or two lines of poetry.
So write me some
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Date: 2005-12-14 12:41 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2005-12-14 01:03 pm (UTC)Prompt is: Gojyo/Hakkai (surprise!) and a word: displeased
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Date: 2005-12-14 01:16 pm (UTC)***
There was only one word to describe Hakkai's expression, and for once, it wasn't 'pleased'.
"Well," Hakkai said, eventually.
Somewhat belatedly, Gojyo realized he should stub out his more-than-content post-coital cigarette.
"Sorry about that," he said.
Hakkai's fingers, already clenched tight on the bedsheets, twitched.
"It happens to everyone sometimes," Gojyo offered.
"No," Hakkai said, tersely. "It doesn't."
Gojyo cleared his throat. "Oh," he said. "...But really it--"
"No. It doesn't."
"...Look, Hakkai, this was your idea, and hell, it's not my fault if I can't perform to satisfaction with a man--"
It had been the wrong thing to say.
"Let me show you how it's done," Hakkai said.
***
In retrospect, it had been exactly the right thing to say.
"Oh god," Gojyo muttered. He was drooling on the pillow and, embarrassing as it was, he found he couldn't care much, not sore and desperate and grasping, sweat dripping down him, the sharp scent of Hakkai's lust thick around him as Hakkai moved inside him, ground him down with one hand pressed into the back of his neck and the other on Gojyo's shoulder. Like some kind of damn martial arts pin. Gojyo has used it before. Not for this. Wouldn't be so rough with a girl.
Hakkai growls something.
"Oh god," he manages again, his voice so thick with need and arousal and approaching orgasm that he can barely recognize it. Hakkai is whispering something in his ear and he can't even make it out any more. He hears want and he hears show and he hears learn and he hears mine and nothing else is making sense, he can't put it together in any coherant order, he can't--
Thoughts blur and he's choking into the pillow, can't breathe as he comes, as Hakkai groans at the way Gojyo is shaking and tense and clawing at the bedsheets to try to get purchase against this deep ache and Hakkai is moving faster, hard, rough, not gentle, god he's got to be bleeding; a rough jerk and spreading heat and Hakkai sighs, as if he somehow thought he wouldn't have been able to do that after all.
***
"Oh my god," Gojyo says, some time later, hoarse.
"Mm." Hakkai sounds smug, pleased, deeply content, as if something that had been missing has been clicked back into place.
"What the hell was that."
"My idea."
"Fuck you."
"That can come later." Hakkai looked considering. "Gojyo?"
"Yeah?"
"Pass me a cigarette, please."
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Date: 2005-12-14 01:20 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-12-14 01:25 pm (UTC)Wow.
Oh, how I love displeased Hakkai and his, erm, lesson. And the talking. Thank you - I am deeply grateful for this. *g*
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