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louiseluxYo, fic. That list must've helped.
Fandom: Saiyuki
Pairing: Hakkai/Gojyo
Warnings: unbeta'd bondage, explicit m/m, not worksafe
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theladyvampire, who wanted Gojyo tied up. Don't we all?
Their bed was small. Hakkai wanted a bigger one, but they’d never bought one. Gojyo wasn't even sure why, but it'd never seemed to be important enough. Like right now.
He pressed his face to his bound-together forearms and breathed against his own skin, open mouthed and unable to think. Hakkai was touching him, his fingers moving inside him, sinking in slowly, drawing out. Gojyo clenched his fists and the rope around them bit into his skin. He flexed his muscles, straining against it, and the wooden bed frame creaked. Hakkai moaned very faintly.
"You won't be able to get free," Hakkai said.
"You wanna bet?" Gojyo said, hearing his voice all strangled and low.
He didn't want to get free, that was the freaky thing. He tried not to think about it too much.
"I trust my luck, Gojyo," Hakkai said, softly.
He heard the faint rasp of Hakkai’s zip and the rustle of cloth as Hakkai pushed his jeans down. They had actual real rope for this. It didn’t break so easy, Hakkai had said. He’d fetched a coil of it from the outhouse and Gojyo had stood naked, letting him wind it slowly round his wrists, and when he’d done that he’d dropped to his knees and had put Gojyo’s cock in his mouth, sucking him desperately until Gojyo had come, messy and loud. Hakkai's mouth was just--
"You didn’t come home," Hakkai said, "for three nights."
"As if you give a shit who else I screw," Gojyo said, the last word turning into a low groan as Hakkai pushed inside him. "As long as you get some."
"Yes," Hakkai said, and his voice was shaking and very soft. "That must be it."
Heat bloomed over Gojyo’s skin. He stared down at the rope and licked his own skin, tasting sweat. He was hard again. His cock hung heavy and hot between his thighs. Hakkai hadn't touched it and Gojyo wanted to ask for it. Maybe Hakkai'd make him beg. He was already tied up like a stray dog.
Instead, Hakkai slid his palms up Gojyo's spine, spreading his fingers possessively across his across his shoulders then stroking back down to hold his hips. He held Gojyo still and worked himself in deeper with little thrusts, hips jerking a little. He was silent but his breathing was getting louder and his nails began to dig into Gojyo’s sides as his thrusts got harder.
"Did you enjoy her?" Hakkai said, his voice thick.
"Them," Gojyo said, swallowing. He clenched his fists tighter and the rope stung where it rubbed. He looked over his shoulder and bared his teeth. "Three fuckin' hot babes."
They had been, too. It was just a game, he knew that, but they got into it a little too much. Maybe it was something to do with who they were. What they were. He should shut his mouth and take it and just get off on this, but he just couldn't stop pushing, once they'd started. Reckless, Hakkai had said, once. And then any other thoughts he might have had were burned away by the hard, shocking slap that landed on his ass. He arched up, unable to stay still.
"Gojyo," Hakkai whispered, sounding all hot and shaky and on the edge. "You shouldn't say things like that."
Hakkai was probably right. Except what they said to each other never seemed to matter. Words were spoken and burned away. He nodded and felt his face heating up and when Hakkai did it again, he arched back into it. The third time, his skin began to sting and Hakkai was moaning pretty loud, fucking him faster now, his hips slapping up against tingling skin. He could feel Hakkai's hips jerking out of rhythm, and the bed creaked and thumped against the wall.
"Gojyo," Hakkai said, and his name just a heated whisper in the air.
Another slap, hot and stinging, and then Hakkai reached round and took Gojyo's cock in his hand, stroking him almost painfully hard.
But I always come home, he wanted to say. The words rang in his head, stupidly plaintive, but he couldn't make himself say them. Hakkai knew it anyway. He twisted his head to find Hakkai staring down at him. Their gazes locked and then Hakkai was leaning low over him, still fucking him. Their tongues met before their mouths did, and maybe that was what did it, that and the high pitched moan trapped in Hakkai's throat, the uncontrolled thrusts that meant Hakkai was losing it too. Gojyo came fast, spurting over Hakkai's hand, over the sheets and his own stomach. Hakkai clung to him, finding his mouth again, one hand braced by Gojyo's head as he shivered all over and came inside him.
Hakkai only lay still for a few moments and then he was carefully drawing out and unpicking the knots one by one, with quick fingers that were not entirely steady. Gojyo rolled on his side and watched. His wrists had red lines imprinted on them, winding round each arm. Hakkai took each one between his hands and stroked them, rubbing away the soreness. He wasn't even using qi, just the warmth of his hands.
"Is that better?" he asked.
Hakkai was lying on his side, gazing at him across the pillow. He looked good; warm and relaxed and his mouth still red and swollen-looking.
"Yeah. You gonna do that to my ass too?" Gojyo said, inching closer.
"Maybe," Hakkai said. “Do you deserve it?”
The bed really was too small, but it didn't matter.
Fandom: Saiyuki
Pairing: Hakkai/Gojyo
Warnings: unbeta'd bondage, explicit m/m, not worksafe
Notes: for
theladyvampire, who wanted Gojyo tied up. Don't we all?Their bed was small. Hakkai wanted a bigger one, but they’d never bought one. Gojyo wasn't even sure why, but it'd never seemed to be important enough. Like right now.
He pressed his face to his bound-together forearms and breathed against his own skin, open mouthed and unable to think. Hakkai was touching him, his fingers moving inside him, sinking in slowly, drawing out. Gojyo clenched his fists and the rope around them bit into his skin. He flexed his muscles, straining against it, and the wooden bed frame creaked. Hakkai moaned very faintly.
"You won't be able to get free," Hakkai said.
"You wanna bet?" Gojyo said, hearing his voice all strangled and low.
He didn't want to get free, that was the freaky thing. He tried not to think about it too much.
"I trust my luck, Gojyo," Hakkai said, softly.
He heard the faint rasp of Hakkai’s zip and the rustle of cloth as Hakkai pushed his jeans down. They had actual real rope for this. It didn’t break so easy, Hakkai had said. He’d fetched a coil of it from the outhouse and Gojyo had stood naked, letting him wind it slowly round his wrists, and when he’d done that he’d dropped to his knees and had put Gojyo’s cock in his mouth, sucking him desperately until Gojyo had come, messy and loud. Hakkai's mouth was just--
"You didn’t come home," Hakkai said, "for three nights."
"As if you give a shit who else I screw," Gojyo said, the last word turning into a low groan as Hakkai pushed inside him. "As long as you get some."
"Yes," Hakkai said, and his voice was shaking and very soft. "That must be it."
Heat bloomed over Gojyo’s skin. He stared down at the rope and licked his own skin, tasting sweat. He was hard again. His cock hung heavy and hot between his thighs. Hakkai hadn't touched it and Gojyo wanted to ask for it. Maybe Hakkai'd make him beg. He was already tied up like a stray dog.
Instead, Hakkai slid his palms up Gojyo's spine, spreading his fingers possessively across his across his shoulders then stroking back down to hold his hips. He held Gojyo still and worked himself in deeper with little thrusts, hips jerking a little. He was silent but his breathing was getting louder and his nails began to dig into Gojyo’s sides as his thrusts got harder.
"Did you enjoy her?" Hakkai said, his voice thick.
"Them," Gojyo said, swallowing. He clenched his fists tighter and the rope stung where it rubbed. He looked over his shoulder and bared his teeth. "Three fuckin' hot babes."
They had been, too. It was just a game, he knew that, but they got into it a little too much. Maybe it was something to do with who they were. What they were. He should shut his mouth and take it and just get off on this, but he just couldn't stop pushing, once they'd started. Reckless, Hakkai had said, once. And then any other thoughts he might have had were burned away by the hard, shocking slap that landed on his ass. He arched up, unable to stay still.
"Gojyo," Hakkai whispered, sounding all hot and shaky and on the edge. "You shouldn't say things like that."
Hakkai was probably right. Except what they said to each other never seemed to matter. Words were spoken and burned away. He nodded and felt his face heating up and when Hakkai did it again, he arched back into it. The third time, his skin began to sting and Hakkai was moaning pretty loud, fucking him faster now, his hips slapping up against tingling skin. He could feel Hakkai's hips jerking out of rhythm, and the bed creaked and thumped against the wall.
"Gojyo," Hakkai said, and his name just a heated whisper in the air.
Another slap, hot and stinging, and then Hakkai reached round and took Gojyo's cock in his hand, stroking him almost painfully hard.
But I always come home, he wanted to say. The words rang in his head, stupidly plaintive, but he couldn't make himself say them. Hakkai knew it anyway. He twisted his head to find Hakkai staring down at him. Their gazes locked and then Hakkai was leaning low over him, still fucking him. Their tongues met before their mouths did, and maybe that was what did it, that and the high pitched moan trapped in Hakkai's throat, the uncontrolled thrusts that meant Hakkai was losing it too. Gojyo came fast, spurting over Hakkai's hand, over the sheets and his own stomach. Hakkai clung to him, finding his mouth again, one hand braced by Gojyo's head as he shivered all over and came inside him.
Hakkai only lay still for a few moments and then he was carefully drawing out and unpicking the knots one by one, with quick fingers that were not entirely steady. Gojyo rolled on his side and watched. His wrists had red lines imprinted on them, winding round each arm. Hakkai took each one between his hands and stroked them, rubbing away the soreness. He wasn't even using qi, just the warmth of his hands.
"Is that better?" he asked.
Hakkai was lying on his side, gazing at him across the pillow. He looked good; warm and relaxed and his mouth still red and swollen-looking.
"Yeah. You gonna do that to my ass too?" Gojyo said, inching closer.
"Maybe," Hakkai said. “Do you deserve it?”
The bed really was too small, but it didn't matter.
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Date: 2007-03-07 09:03 pm (UTC)