[Daily Writing 4] [Saiyuki] Another Game (Gojyo/Hakkai, R)
Title: Another Game
Pairing: Gojyo/Hakkai
Rating: R
Notes: For prompt #19 @ saiyuki_time - games. 20 minutes taken to write and oh boy, I'm out of shape when it comes to writing timed ficlets... forgive.
It's a bad night. Not that Hakkai has said so, but it's not hard to tell. Gojyo doesn't ask, just accepts it when Hakkai presses up against him, even though it's kinda too hot for skin against skin, let alone for the way Hakkai clutches at him.
"Let's play a game," Hakkai breathes, damp words against Gojyo's neck. Gojyo, hands on Hakkai's back, goes still.
"What?"
Hakkai could mean anything, because he's Hakkai. His little laugh in the darkness could mean anything too.
"Pretend I'm sane. Just for a little while. Is that alright?"
"Fuck," Gojyo mutters.
"I'm sorry. I know I'm--"
If Hakkai says much more Gojyo might get pissed off, and that'd kill the moment, such as it is. So he shuts Hakkai up with a kiss, and doesn't think about how easy it is these days to get lost in each other when they can't deal with getting lost in themselves. He doesn't think about what any of that means either. He doesn't have to. That's the beauty of the thing, right?
"I ain't playing," he mutters when they stop kissing. "Idiot. Like it matters."
Hakkai makes a little noise which suggests he's about to make a fuss, so Gojyo slides his hands further down Hakkai's back, pushes his own hips up off the bed. They both groan as their cocks rub together. Hakkai's fingers curl, digging hard into Gojyo's shoulder.
"You--" Hakkai says, falters. Gojyo kisses his kneck, his jaw, his lips.
"We're all mad here, right?" he says, totally indistinct. "Shit. It's kinda, nn, normal."
"Gojyo," Hakkai breathes. "I don't know--"
"Let's play a different game," Gojyo says, because his mind is telling him that's what Hakkai needs to hear. "Got some ideas and all."
And he shifts, twists, rolling them around still tangled up together until he's lying full-length on top of Hakkai, staring down at the vague outline of his face.
Hakkai relaxes back against the mattress. Gojyo feels it rather than seeing it, and feels the gust of air against his face rather than hearing Hakkai sigh.
"Alright."
Pairing: Gojyo/Hakkai
Rating: R
Notes: For prompt #19 @ saiyuki_time - games. 20 minutes taken to write and oh boy, I'm out of shape when it comes to writing timed ficlets... forgive.
It's a bad night. Not that Hakkai has said so, but it's not hard to tell. Gojyo doesn't ask, just accepts it when Hakkai presses up against him, even though it's kinda too hot for skin against skin, let alone for the way Hakkai clutches at him.
"Let's play a game," Hakkai breathes, damp words against Gojyo's neck. Gojyo, hands on Hakkai's back, goes still.
"What?"
Hakkai could mean anything, because he's Hakkai. His little laugh in the darkness could mean anything too.
"Pretend I'm sane. Just for a little while. Is that alright?"
"Fuck," Gojyo mutters.
"I'm sorry. I know I'm--"
If Hakkai says much more Gojyo might get pissed off, and that'd kill the moment, such as it is. So he shuts Hakkai up with a kiss, and doesn't think about how easy it is these days to get lost in each other when they can't deal with getting lost in themselves. He doesn't think about what any of that means either. He doesn't have to. That's the beauty of the thing, right?
"I ain't playing," he mutters when they stop kissing. "Idiot. Like it matters."
Hakkai makes a little noise which suggests he's about to make a fuss, so Gojyo slides his hands further down Hakkai's back, pushes his own hips up off the bed. They both groan as their cocks rub together. Hakkai's fingers curl, digging hard into Gojyo's shoulder.
"You--" Hakkai says, falters. Gojyo kisses his kneck, his jaw, his lips.
"We're all mad here, right?" he says, totally indistinct. "Shit. It's kinda, nn, normal."
"Gojyo," Hakkai breathes. "I don't know--"
"Let's play a different game," Gojyo says, because his mind is telling him that's what Hakkai needs to hear. "Got some ideas and all."
And he shifts, twists, rolling them around still tangled up together until he's lying full-length on top of Hakkai, staring down at the vague outline of his face.
Hakkai relaxes back against the mattress. Gojyo feels it rather than seeing it, and feels the gust of air against his face rather than hearing Hakkai sigh.
"Alright."