[Saiyuki] fanfic
Title: Saturday.
Fandom: Saiyuki
Pairing: Sha Gojyo x Cho Hakkai
Rating/Warning/Word count: Nc-17/oral, sex/ 783
Disclaimer: I do not own, nor do I make profit from Saiyuki
Summary: A sudden downpour changes their day completely.
Notes: for citrus_taste comments and con-crit are appreciated.
They had woken at first light, Hakkai luring Gojyo out of bed with coffee and the promise of a hot breakfast- the wobbly table overloaded with food. The conversation was natural between bites of food, and compliments on the meal. Dishes were cleared away, an unspoken agreement that Hakkai washed, Gojyo dried and put the worn dishes away.
Gojyo had tackled Hakkai to the bed, rolling with the other man in the blankets, sending pillows and nightclothes flying. Kisses were pressed to warm skin, Hakkai’s fingers tangling in Gojyo’s hair, the man’s voice breaking as the kisses trailed lower. Fingers stroked, urging hips upward, tongue teasing over Hakkai’s erection, groaning as he swallowed down Hakkai’s length. Each touch, each lick was slow and teasing, Gojyo’s hands skimming along Hakkai’s body. Hakkai cried out as he came, Gojyo pulling the man close to him, holding him until their breathing leveled out.
Somehow, both of them shared the bathtub, knees poking out of the water, Hakkai’s back to Gojyo’s chest. A washcloth thick with lather caressed Gojyo’s skin, fingertips kissed before they too, were soaped clean. Steam curled from the bath, clouding the mirror, playful splashes sending water cascading over the edge of the tub. They got out of the tub only when fingers and toes were wrinkled and pruny, water ice cold.
While Gojyo dressed, Hakkai stripped the bed, gathering up the sheets to be washed. Once the linens were clean they carted the basket outside, stretching a clothing line, letting the warm spring morning aide in the drying process.
The sky was a crisp clear blue, wispy white clouds floated lazily in the seemingly endless expanse of space above them. The grass was warm and lush, Gojyo’s feet burrowing through the long blades. His jacket served as a pillow, hands smoothing through the grass at his sides. Hakkai’s head rested on Gojyo’s stomach, the peaceful quiet interrupted every now and again by Hakkai turning a page of his book.
Gojyo grumbled, batting at Hakkai’s hand sleepily. He wasn’t sure when he had fallen asleep, but he was enjoying his nap- and the subsequent dreams. He sat up, fat raindrops splattering down, soaking everything around them. Hakkai was tugging the linens off the line, Gojyo snatching the blanket Hakkai dropped as they ran back to the house. Breathless from the run, and the laughter that Gojyo couldn’t stop from bubbling up, he wrapped his arms around Hakkai, nosing at the man’s damp hair.
"If I didn’t know you better, I’d say you fell asleep too."
Hakkai stepped away from him, laying out the linens on the available flat surfaces. "It wasn’t supposed to do this until tomorrow." He gestured at the window, where the sky had turned a sickly shade of grey, rain pouring down in sheets.
Gojyo helped Hakkai with the blankets, getting two mugs out of the cabinet when Hakkai set the kettle on the stove. “There’s nothing you can do about the weather, Hakkai.” The stove clicked on, Gojyo wrapping his arms around Hakkai once more. His chin rested on Hakkai’s shoulder, hands sliding under Hakkai’s damp shirt. "You should get changed." The cloth inched up Hakkai’s body, Gojyo lifting the shirt off of the other man. His fingers traced along the jagged edges of the scar on Hakkai’s stomach. Hakkai’s breathing hitched, hips rocking back against Gojyo’s.
The stove clicked off, Hakkai’s body arching against Gojyo. Hakkai tipped his head back, lips brushing against Gojyo’s jaw, closing the space between them in a proper kiss. Gojyo worked his hands into Hakkai’s pants, pushing them down narrow hips. Hakkai’s hands braced on the counter, the tube of hand lotion kept by the sink pressed into Gojyo’s left hand. Gojyo placed kisses between Hakkai’s shoulders, to the curve of his neck, fingers stretching out the other man.
Hakkai’s needy moan echoed through the kitchen when Gojyo finally thrust into him. The touches lingered longer than normal, Gojyo’s hands tracing over skin he knew as if it was his own. Hakkai rode him easily, breathy gasps sliding over Gojyo’s neck. Hakkai’s hands tangled in Gojyo’s hair, fingers knotting in the long strands. Gojyo caught Hakkai’s wrist, kissing the man’s palm, his hips angling upward, moving deeper inside Hakkai. Gojyo’s other hand skimmed down Hakkai’s torso, nails applying just enough pressure to raise goose-bumps on heated flesh. His hand closed around Hakkai’s cock, stroking until Hakkai trembled, biting his lower lip as he came, spilling over Gojyo’s hand. Hakkai leaned back, continuing to move against Gojyo’s thrusts, voice low, rushed as he murmured Gojyo’s name, over and over. Gojyo came, sounds of pleasure muffled against Hakkai’s shoulder, teeth pinching, leaving behind a red mark.
Fandom: Saiyuki
Pairing: Sha Gojyo x Cho Hakkai
Rating/Warning/Word count: Nc-17/oral, sex/ 783
Disclaimer: I do not own, nor do I make profit from Saiyuki
Summary: A sudden downpour changes their day completely.
Notes: for citrus_taste comments and con-crit are appreciated.
They had woken at first light, Hakkai luring Gojyo out of bed with coffee and the promise of a hot breakfast- the wobbly table overloaded with food. The conversation was natural between bites of food, and compliments on the meal. Dishes were cleared away, an unspoken agreement that Hakkai washed, Gojyo dried and put the worn dishes away.
Gojyo had tackled Hakkai to the bed, rolling with the other man in the blankets, sending pillows and nightclothes flying. Kisses were pressed to warm skin, Hakkai’s fingers tangling in Gojyo’s hair, the man’s voice breaking as the kisses trailed lower. Fingers stroked, urging hips upward, tongue teasing over Hakkai’s erection, groaning as he swallowed down Hakkai’s length. Each touch, each lick was slow and teasing, Gojyo’s hands skimming along Hakkai’s body. Hakkai cried out as he came, Gojyo pulling the man close to him, holding him until their breathing leveled out.
Somehow, both of them shared the bathtub, knees poking out of the water, Hakkai’s back to Gojyo’s chest. A washcloth thick with lather caressed Gojyo’s skin, fingertips kissed before they too, were soaped clean. Steam curled from the bath, clouding the mirror, playful splashes sending water cascading over the edge of the tub. They got out of the tub only when fingers and toes were wrinkled and pruny, water ice cold.
While Gojyo dressed, Hakkai stripped the bed, gathering up the sheets to be washed. Once the linens were clean they carted the basket outside, stretching a clothing line, letting the warm spring morning aide in the drying process.
The sky was a crisp clear blue, wispy white clouds floated lazily in the seemingly endless expanse of space above them. The grass was warm and lush, Gojyo’s feet burrowing through the long blades. His jacket served as a pillow, hands smoothing through the grass at his sides. Hakkai’s head rested on Gojyo’s stomach, the peaceful quiet interrupted every now and again by Hakkai turning a page of his book.
Gojyo grumbled, batting at Hakkai’s hand sleepily. He wasn’t sure when he had fallen asleep, but he was enjoying his nap- and the subsequent dreams. He sat up, fat raindrops splattering down, soaking everything around them. Hakkai was tugging the linens off the line, Gojyo snatching the blanket Hakkai dropped as they ran back to the house. Breathless from the run, and the laughter that Gojyo couldn’t stop from bubbling up, he wrapped his arms around Hakkai, nosing at the man’s damp hair.
"If I didn’t know you better, I’d say you fell asleep too."
Hakkai stepped away from him, laying out the linens on the available flat surfaces. "It wasn’t supposed to do this until tomorrow." He gestured at the window, where the sky had turned a sickly shade of grey, rain pouring down in sheets.
Gojyo helped Hakkai with the blankets, getting two mugs out of the cabinet when Hakkai set the kettle on the stove. “There’s nothing you can do about the weather, Hakkai.” The stove clicked on, Gojyo wrapping his arms around Hakkai once more. His chin rested on Hakkai’s shoulder, hands sliding under Hakkai’s damp shirt. "You should get changed." The cloth inched up Hakkai’s body, Gojyo lifting the shirt off of the other man. His fingers traced along the jagged edges of the scar on Hakkai’s stomach. Hakkai’s breathing hitched, hips rocking back against Gojyo’s.
The stove clicked off, Hakkai’s body arching against Gojyo. Hakkai tipped his head back, lips brushing against Gojyo’s jaw, closing the space between them in a proper kiss. Gojyo worked his hands into Hakkai’s pants, pushing them down narrow hips. Hakkai’s hands braced on the counter, the tube of hand lotion kept by the sink pressed into Gojyo’s left hand. Gojyo placed kisses between Hakkai’s shoulders, to the curve of his neck, fingers stretching out the other man.
Hakkai’s needy moan echoed through the kitchen when Gojyo finally thrust into him. The touches lingered longer than normal, Gojyo’s hands tracing over skin he knew as if it was his own. Hakkai rode him easily, breathy gasps sliding over Gojyo’s neck. Hakkai’s hands tangled in Gojyo’s hair, fingers knotting in the long strands. Gojyo caught Hakkai’s wrist, kissing the man’s palm, his hips angling upward, moving deeper inside Hakkai. Gojyo’s other hand skimmed down Hakkai’s torso, nails applying just enough pressure to raise goose-bumps on heated flesh. His hand closed around Hakkai’s cock, stroking until Hakkai trembled, biting his lower lip as he came, spilling over Gojyo’s hand. Hakkai leaned back, continuing to move against Gojyo’s thrusts, voice low, rushed as he murmured Gojyo’s name, over and over. Gojyo came, sounds of pleasure muffled against Hakkai’s shoulder, teeth pinching, leaving behind a red mark.