'Last' Christmas, part 3
Title: 'Last' Christmas
Series: Saiyuki
Genre: Angst/Romance
Pairing: Sanzo/Goku/Sanzo, small brief hintings of Homura/Goku.
Raiting: NC-17
Summary: AU. Sometimes what a person really wants for Christmas is not theirs to ask for.
WARNING: THIS SECTION CONTAINS SMUT. IF YOU WISH TO AVOID THIS, PLEASE JUMP TO PART FIVE
( Part One / Part Two / Part Three / Part Four / Part Five )
-*-*-
Looking back on that night, neither one had been able to figure out how they got from the kitchen to their bed, especially in the minimal light. It was hard enough to do so even when all of the lights were on. But now they found themselves in a much more comfortable position, and as Goku noted with triumph, a much tastier one.
It had been much easier to convince Sanzo to let him having some of the chocolate that he had brought home from work when he pointed out that it was technically Christmas, and as long as Sanzo was the one to feed him them. Although it was a bit difficult for Goku to breathe, much less eat anything. But he had a reputation to keep, and there was no way in hell that he’d turn down Godiva chocolate. Especially when they were his favorite - chocolate-covered strawberries.
Sanzo’s tongue crept out of his mouth and traced Goku’s lips, lazily cleaning the young man of the sweet from his face. It was pointless, though, because the moment that they decided to have another strawberry, the process would be repeated.
Ok, not so pointless, then.
Goku grasped the collar of Sanzo’s shirt and pulled the man into a deep kiss. He already had his mouth open, waiting for the blond to enter. Sanzo, who had picked up another strawberry, did not protest at all, and in fact climbed over the young man so that he was completely over him.
The only light in the room was by a single candle on the nightstand. It was a sturdy one that wouldn’t knock over easy even if they hit it, and for that Goku was grateful. The last thing they needed was for there to be a fire. But he was distracted from that thought as Sanzo probed deeper into his mouth, stroking their tongues together in antagonizing slow movements. Moaning, he tried to call out the blond’s name, but to no avail. They were to busy “sparring” for actual speech.
Dimly aware of the depletion of air from his lungs, Goku debated between separating and sucking on Sanzo’s tongue. Both had their benefits, but he was grateful when Sanzo pulled away - making the decision for them. Gasping, the brunet struggled to fill his lungs to full capacity, but found for what must have been the twentieth time that night he found that he couldn’t. His breathing had become irregular in an attempt to accomplish the impossible feat.
Above him, Sanzo was either fairing much better or was just better at hiding it. Based on personal experience, Goku was willing to bet on the latter. He saw Sanzo smirk, and hold the strawberry that had been in his fingers just far away enough that Goku had to lift his head to get to it.
Sucking on the strawberries was his favorite part. He loved to watch the blond’s face, and see how he reacted to it. Sometimes he would do it fast and finish quickly, while other times he would be much slower. It delighted him to watch Sanzo’s eyes fill with lust when he did so. To add emphasis, he let one of his hands wander over his lover’s body. There were many places he could have touched, but he decided to go for his main, and favorite, target. Using his other arm to help hold the blond in place, Goku pressed the palm of his wandering hand softly yet decisively into Sanzo’s groin.
“Shit…” Sanzo swore, dropping the hand that had been holding the strawberry and pressing the pads of his fingers into Goku’s neck - trying to balance himself. Wincing at first, Goku did his best to not cease the motion. His efforts were rewarded when he heard Sanzo hiss. Sanzo moaned and groaned often enough, but he rarely hissed. It was an even rarer occurrence than hearing him scream.
Goku wanted to make him do all of that. And he had been able to before. This time he wanted to see if he could make the blond as vocal while dominating than when he was submissive. Goku had no intention of topping his lover tonight, as was their custom. He had an overwhelming desire for Sanzo to touch him. He wanted to be touched everywhere. Even the thought made him squirm in anticipation.
Moving his hand, he caressed the inside of the older man’s thigh - cursing the pants that still remained. He wanted to remove them so badly so he could touch Sanzo’s skin. But it was Christmas, and Goku was going to let Sanzo set the pace. But hell, next time he was going to rip Sanzo’s clothes off of his body. He didn’t care if he’d get smacked for it later.
When the blond had been able to refocus his eyes, he narrowed them at Goku. “I thought you wanted strawberries.”
“I do,” he said impishly, grabbing the hand that had been holding the treat. There was some melted chocolate still on them. “I’m not finished eating this one.” With that, he took Sanzo’s middle finger and drew it into his mouth.
“I don’t remember my fingers ever looking like strawberries before,” he said, sounding amused. But nevertheless his breathing started to become sharper as Goku hungrily suckled on his lover’s finger.
The blond’s other hand, which he had been using to help prop himself up, was now on his chest, playing with the buttons on Goku’s shirt. They were both well aware that Sanzo was perfectly capable of unbuttoning just about anything single-handedly, with either hand for that matter. There were many advantages to having an ambidextrous lover.
Smirking, the brunet took the chocolate-tipped forefinger into his mouth and ran his tongue down its length. He wasn’t about to miss a bit of chocolate, especially when there was much more to be eaten.
-*-*-
The silent innuendo had not been lost on him. Sanzo was not stupid - with each stroke of his lover’s tongue caressing his finger he thought of what it felt like to have Goku’s mouth elsewhere on his body. His breath hitched at the thought, and he looked down at his lover in an expression of raw lust. Damn him for being able to do this to him. His pants were growing tighter by the second, making them increasingly uncomfortable.
Goku’s tongue touched the underside of one of the joints in his forefinger at that moment, at the same time as the other hand traveled back to the bulge between his legs. He felt his fingers curl within Goku’s mouth, and he and he shuddered at feeling the slick softness of the inside of the warm cheek.
“Shit, Goku…” His other hand clenched the still buttoned shirt tightly. The younger man’s expression did not seem to lose any of its amusement. If anything, it was asking a question.
“What?”
“Unzip me.” He’d do it himself, but since Goku’s hand was already there, it was just more convenient. More efficient too, and he had always preferred for things to run smoothly.
The problem was that Goku liked making things difficult.
Grinning, the younger man pressed his palm slowly down, and Sanzo was tempted to close his eyes. Instead he forced himself to muster up a glare. He knew it wouldn’t do much, Goku would trust the hardness practically in his hand before a half-hearted glare. Slowly pulling the fingers out of his mouth, Goku gave them both a small nip before taking them out completely.
“The strawberry isn’t done yet,” he said simply, licking the chocolate off of Sanzo’s thumb before tilting his head slightly to the side. “And I can’t get to it all.”
Sanzo stopped for a second and eyed Goku suspiciously. He had something planned. It was as if he had the whole thing already scripted, and he was following every cue. The blond didn’t appreciate being read like that. He felt like he was in some sort of performance.
A porno, more like it… he thought darkly. He was no actor, and especially not a porn star, damnit. If Goku expected him to follow the “plan,” then he was in for a surprise. Sanzo always preferred improvisation, anyways. He had no patience for scripted parts.
It took all the control he could muster not to pin the brunet’s wrists behind him with his hands. God, how he’d love to tie Goku up right then… He leaned forward to whisper in his lover’s ear. “I can get it if you unzip me first.” He bit the lobe for emphasis, and then licked it teasingly. “I can’t clean it up like this.” His hand on Goku’s shirt traveled down to cover the one on his groin. Pushing against it, he bit back a moan.
There was a pregnant pause as the two looked at each other - a challenge to see who would give in first. Sanzo was about to lean in to lick Goku’s ear again when he felt it. The small and nimble fingers he knew so well wriggled free from his grasp and caught hold of his zipper. Pulling it down with excruciating slowness, Sanzo both thanked and cursed his lover in the same breath. The fingers then worked to help pull his arousal out of his jeans, but they both noticed quickly that something was hindering it.
“You forgot to undo the snap, idiot.”
“You never said anything about that,” Goku replied innocently. Yeah. Sure. That look on the brunet’s face suggested anything but innocence.
Sanzo shook his head, half annoyed and half amused as he undid the snap himself. “Brat.”
“Hey, it isn’t my fault you weren’t specific enough.”
He had heard enough. “Shut up.” With that, he pushed their lips together roughly, silencing whatever his lover had been attempting to say next. As he bit Goku’s lip demandingly, he let his hand fall to the body beneath him before moving it upward. Goku was starting to tremble ever so slightly, and Sanzo wondered if he was even aware of it. Passing his fingers over the brunet’s own covered arousal, he stroked it the best he could through the denim. His actions were rewarded as he felt it become more prominent. The moans he felt in Goku’s mouth as he explored begged for him to be set free as well, but Sanzo defiantly refused the request. His hand traveled upward again, finally reaching the end of the buttoned shirt.
It would have been easier to rid the brunet of his shirt had Sanzo had use of both of his hands, but that was not to be. Goku seemed determined to keep hold of the hand that he had recently licked clean of melted chocolate. The blond didn’t mind as much as he might under other circumstances, but he had a perfectly legitimate reason for it.
As one of his hands slowly undid each of the buttons and brushed the skin underneath, the other was being carefully attended to by Goku’s fingers. The young man hand always been skilled with his hands, and Sanzo was reminded of one reason he enjoyed it so much. Known for his massages, Goku often tested his new techniques out on his lover. And he still wasn’t sure how it worked, but the slow motions of the thumb in his palm would gradually make his nerves increasingly sensitive. His nerves didn’t need any help, but Goku’s ministrations made the experience that much more pleasurable. He could feel himself wanting to groan again, and when Goku’s other hand dipped their fingers beneath his waistband of his jeans, he did.
They broke apart just as Sanzo undid the last button. He attempted to breathe deeply, but failed. It didn’t look like his lover was fairing any better, but he did enjoy watching Goku’s chest rise and fall as he pushed the shirt open. There was just something so incredibly desirable about watching his lover gasp for breath…
Much lighter than before, he brushed their lips together. They did not linger there long, but it didn’t stop Sanzo from tracing the swollen lips with his tongue yet again.
It was Goku who was groaning now, he noted with satisfaction, as he began his pursuit along the brunet’s jaw line. He covered it with small nips, not nearly strong enough to be called proper bites, as well as gentle touches of his tongue. The path led him back to the ear he had tended to briefly from before, and Sanzo smirked as he kissed it on the lower part of the lobe. Goku tilted his head to the side to make it easier for the blond to access his ear, but in the process also exposed the skin on his neck. Looking down at the bare skin and finding the smudges of chocolate he had left from earlier, Sanzo found that he couldn’t resist. He had been asked to finish off the strawberries, after all.
All he had to do was breathe against the brunet’s neck in order to make him shudder. There were very few things that he liked more than seeing his lover squirm, and at that moment he couldn’t remember any of them. Biting down on the juncture of jaw bone to neck, he enjoyed hearing the younger man yelp as his body spasmed at the action. In reward Sanzo pressed his tongue onto the bitten area, giving his own special sort of massage.
Goku’s yelps grew gradually louder as Sanzo moved further down his neck, closer to his pulse. The blond felt almost like an animal with his obsession with biting the bronzed skin and wanting to leave his mark in increasingly visible areas for all to see. He did not like to share, and there was no way that he was going do so with his lover. It was just in his nature to be stubborn like that.
Throbbing underneath his lips, Sanzo felt Goku’s pulse increase in speed at his touch. Instead of biting down, he gently licked the area, making it slick for when he fastened his mouth to it. The grip on his hand tightened considerably as the brunet inhaled sharply. His lover had always been an easy person to get a reaction out of, and sudden changes in patterns or routines brought out the best ones.
Smiling against the brunet’s neck, he decided to let his hand on the heaving chest take the blind man’s approach and read the Braille messages on the body. His hands had learned to read by touch long ago, and he had Goku’s body memorized. Goku’s body was a book that he would never grow tired of reading. Pressing his forefinger a bit more firmly into the skin than the rest, Sanzo drew an erratic line across the muscles until he stopped at the small nub on his upper chest. He hesitated, although not out of uncertainty, and then tweaked it.
The moan that resulted was very quiet, and if Sanzo wasn’t as close to Goku as he was right now he probably would have not heard it. Mentally, he scoffed. There was nothing impressive about that. He wanted to give their neighbors something to complain about.
Instead of tweaking it again, Sanzo rubbed the round nub a little bit more ambitiously, yet deceptively gentle in appearance. He knew that Goku would be able to tell his true intensions in that touch. “I must have taken the wrong man to bed,” Sanzo murmured in a lofty tone against Goku’s skin. “I could have sworn you’d be louder when I do this-” Cutting himself off, he pinched the nipple slowly. Goku was louder, but still not to Sanzo’s standards. He had always felt entitled to the best. It was a reason he took Goku as his lover - there was no one else like him in the entire world. Few humans could say that about themselves. Then again, maybe he was just biased.
Remembering his promise, Sanzo moved along Goku’s neck, cleaning him of the chocolaty fingerprints he had left earlier. It was wonderful to lick the brunet’s skin like he was - tending to it hungrily, like a tiger over its prey. Not that Sanzo would ever tell Goku that analogy - the brunet would probably flip him in response to show how “correct” it really was. The roles would be switched, and Sanzo would find himself being preyed on. But being eaten by Goku was a fate he’d gladly accept. Only a fool would turn down the younger man’s ministrations, especially when he set his mind to it.
That wasn’t the case tonight. They’d always “fight” to see who would get top, and Goku had proven to be fairly… eloquent… in these disputes. Sanzo habitually seemed to find himself on his back or with Goku somehow behind him, or with Goku’s head in his lap. Memories, some vague and some in great detail, filtered back into his mind. They made him more determined to keep his position, but it looked like it wouldn’t be that hard. Goku was not fighting for dominance tonight. He was willingly submitting himself, and that made the blond’s desire to take him that much greater.
His lips traveled back to the younger man’s pulse and bit down resolutely.
-*-*-
Goku cried out in an exclamation of pain and longing, blending together into a term that he couldn’t define. Words lost and gained meaning in these moments, but they grew fewer and fewer as the struggle to even breathe grew greater.
It was a marvelous feeling to arch up against the blond and feel how aroused he was becoming. Although it would feel even better if it was their skin touching and not through cloth…
Goku smirked. To hell with letting Sanzo set the pace. If he was not going to do anything, then Goku would just drop a few hints. Letting go of the blond’s other hand, he reached out to grab the waistband of his most irksome obstruction. Pulling them an inch down and paused, waiting for some sort of protest to his assertiveness. When he got none he curled his fingers more decisively within the cloth and brought the garment down to his lover’s knees.
“I was wondering when you were going to do that,” Sanzo said smugly as he kicked off the pants. The man kissed his way back up Goku’s tanned, and now blemished, skin to touch their lips together again. The brunet could feel his lover’s mouth against his own as he spoke.
“You were waiting for me?” he grinned as his hands traveled slowly up Sanzo’s thigh and to the bottom of his shirt.
“Well, you always seemed that you liked taking my clothes off yourself…”
Goku could feel him tremble under his touch as his fingers bushed the man’s sides when he leisurely pulled the shirt off. They broke apart as briefly as possible to pull it off, and then immediately came together again in a series of brief kisses. The younger man could feel his eyelids long to close under the touch, but he let them only slide half-way closed.
“Sanzo…” whispered between two kisses, bringing one of the blond’s hands to the side of his opened shirt. “Take mine off too…”
“Can’t do it yourself?” Sanzo asked in an amused tone.
Goku curved his hips up to press into the blond’s, and was satisfied when he heard his lover groan. “It feels better when you do…”
“Greedy brat.”
“Yeah, I know.”
Those were the last words he had been able to say, at least for awhile. His shirt came off fairly easily, and he squirmed as Sanzo’s hands taunted his skin with abbreviated strokes. It drove Goku insane how skilled Sanzo was with that…
“Stop squirming around,” the blond whispered as his hands traveled lower to reach the button of Goku’s jeans.
“I can’t,” Goku whined, stretching underneath his lover for emphasis. “You’d have to tie me up first…” The mere idea of being bound while Sanzo thoroughly molested him only made him squirm even more.
“We broke the bondage straps last summer,” Sanzo reminded him. “The handcuffs too.”
“There’s some ribbon in the other room.”
The older man paused for a second for a second in thought before looking him in the eye. “Ribbon won’t hold you.”
“It’s satin ribbon.”
“Satin isn’t stronger than leather,” he scoffed.
Goku smirked as he drew Sanzo’s head down to nibble on his lip. “I never knew you to turn down an offer like that,” he said in a barely audible whisper.
“We could always try it on you first…” The suggestive comment was followed by the rubbing of the blond’s side with his other hand. He smirked as his lover pulled away and gave him a look that reminded him that Sanzo would never back down from a challenge like that. Goku was not going to let that ribbon go to waste, especially after all the time he had been searching for that particular type.
He felt like he was under great scrutiny as the blond slid off the bed and got up and kicked off his pants. In a way, the look he was getting was even more arousing than any of the touches they had shared thus far. Only Sanzo could do that to him with just a glance. He blushed a dark shade of red at that, especially when he noticed that Sanzo’s main point of focus was on how his pants had become incredibly tight. Very suddenly Goku wished that his pants were off, so he could give Sanzo a better view. But if he took them off now Sanzo might never get the ribbon…
Sensing this, the blond resolutely turned around and sauntered slowly out of the room. Goku’s breath caught at the way the blond’s shoulder blades slid smoothly under his skin as an arm was raised to touch the door frame. Even in small moments when Sanzo was not trying to be seductive, he was. Before he left, however, he turned back around. “Don’t move,” he commanded, and then disappeared from sight.
-*-*-
Sanzo had paused when he heard Goku’s breath catch, and resisted the temptation to turn back around to find what had caused the reaction. He’d be back there soon enough.
Walking to the little Christmas tree was a bit awkward in his current state, and with the power still out it was even worse. But he made it there, and that was what mattered. It didn’t take him that long to find the ribbon in question. Picking it up, it felt like the ribbon had been wound around something other than a spool. Deciding not to question it, Sanzo made his way back to their bedroom hastily. Out of habit more than anything else, the blond pulled the door firmly shut behind him. Sanzo had always liked the air of privacy that a closed door brought. Smirking, he looked back to where his lover lay, and his expression faltered, even if not in a negative way.
Goku’s pants had become unzipped in his absence and pulled down to his thighs. One of the brunet’s hands was on his chest, while the other…
Sanzo was torn between glaring and grinning, but opted to climb back onto the bed and over his lover as fast as he could. “I told you not to move,” he said reproachfully.
Goku panted in response, and appeared to have trouble speaking again. “But you looked so…” he started, but halted when Sanzo caught hold of his hand. “I couldn’t wait that long.”
The older man touched their lips lightly together as the hand that caught the disobedient one started its own roaming over the forbidden area. Goku moaned at the touch, begging Sanzo for more, but the blond had other things in mind. “No more until you’re tied up.”
A pause that was very brief followed. Sanzo was fairly surprised with the way Goku was responding to physical touch and his slightly odd change in behavior this evening; he had expected the brunet to put his wrists quickly to the bars of their headboard. Instead, there was a deep breath in attempt to soften his shaking body. The moment lasted forever and a second, calming down Sanzo’s own heartbeat with it. He was still breathing hard, but…
The moment of tranquility shattered as the small fingers teased his skin again. They were on either side of him, tracing downwards in feathery, almost ticklish touches. When the hands reached his lower part of his sides, the path was altered to include his backside. Goku raised his head just enough so that their lips not merely brushing together anymore, and Sanzo let him. He was vaguely aware of how the brunet was caressing the small of his back, but didn’t really pay attention until the hands reached the fabric of his boxers. But it was sort-of a passive observation. Had he cared about whether he was wearing anything, then he would have taken action.
Only a fool would want to keep their clothes on at a time like this, he thought. It had just been a matter of time before Goku would do it for him. And it was a great feeling - Sanzo loved how Goku would pull them off slowly over his bottom and down his thighs. The younger man would cup each cheek at some point during that and grasp firmly, often pushing him into his leg. The act of possessiveness often amused him, but the amusement would get cut short the moment Goku continued.
He was very good at getting attention like that.
Maybe it was his imagination, but it seemed like his boxers came off much more quickly than usual. He wasn’t very sure how they had actually gotten them off beyond his knees, and it’d be a mystery that they would most likely never solve. The fingernails grazed him in a coarsely fashion as they slid back up his body, until Goku removed his hands completely and put them behind his head.
“Ok,” the younger man whispered, “I’m ready.”
Sanzo wanted to wipe the smug look off of Goku’s face so badly, and his body ached with the desire to do so. Grappling for the makeshift spool of ribbon that had fallen to their side, Sanzo started to unravel it. The gold weave of the threads shimmered in the candlelight, and the blond briefly wondered how much it had cost. By the texture and the coloring, it had obviously not been the cheap ribbon they usually bought to wrap their gifts with. It hadn’t been long before the core of the spool to fall out and bounce lightly on the mattress. Eying it suspiciously, he had a good idea of what it was, but as the ribbon became unwound, he decided that his first priority was to bind the brunet to their headboard. It was absolutely maddening how his lover was lying beneath him asking to be tied up. Goku had always been a giving individual, but this submission to him was…
He furrowed his eyebrows slightly together in an attempt to concentrate. A futile attempt, maybe, but the ribbon was proving to be more difficult than he had anticipated. The satin slipped easily through his first endeavor at a knot, and when the second one failed as well he started to get suspicious. Below him Goku was failing to hide a grin. The expression made him even more determined, and on the third try he got the first knot done.
“Damnit Goku, why couldn’t you have found some rope?” he asked, aggravated.
“Rope isn’t Christmassy…” the brunet reasoned. “And the gold reminded me of you.”
“You’re the one with the gold eyes,” he said simply as he grabbed Goku’s other wrist and started to wrap it to the second bar on the headboard. Although it did make him smirk slightly that Goku had made this particular color choice in full knowledge that the ribbon would be used on him. The thought gave Sanzo a heady feeling akin to what he had already been feeling build up inside of him in his observance of Goku’s submission.
-*-*-
To Part Four
Series: Saiyuki
Genre: Angst/Romance
Pairing: Sanzo/Goku/Sanzo, small brief hintings of Homura/Goku.
Raiting: NC-17
Summary: AU. Sometimes what a person really wants for Christmas is not theirs to ask for.
WARNING: THIS SECTION CONTAINS SMUT. IF YOU WISH TO AVOID THIS, PLEASE JUMP TO PART FIVE
( Part One / Part Two / Part Three / Part Four / Part Five )
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Looking back on that night, neither one had been able to figure out how they got from the kitchen to their bed, especially in the minimal light. It was hard enough to do so even when all of the lights were on. But now they found themselves in a much more comfortable position, and as Goku noted with triumph, a much tastier one.
It had been much easier to convince Sanzo to let him having some of the chocolate that he had brought home from work when he pointed out that it was technically Christmas, and as long as Sanzo was the one to feed him them. Although it was a bit difficult for Goku to breathe, much less eat anything. But he had a reputation to keep, and there was no way in hell that he’d turn down Godiva chocolate. Especially when they were his favorite - chocolate-covered strawberries.
Sanzo’s tongue crept out of his mouth and traced Goku’s lips, lazily cleaning the young man of the sweet from his face. It was pointless, though, because the moment that they decided to have another strawberry, the process would be repeated.
Ok, not so pointless, then.
Goku grasped the collar of Sanzo’s shirt and pulled the man into a deep kiss. He already had his mouth open, waiting for the blond to enter. Sanzo, who had picked up another strawberry, did not protest at all, and in fact climbed over the young man so that he was completely over him.
The only light in the room was by a single candle on the nightstand. It was a sturdy one that wouldn’t knock over easy even if they hit it, and for that Goku was grateful. The last thing they needed was for there to be a fire. But he was distracted from that thought as Sanzo probed deeper into his mouth, stroking their tongues together in antagonizing slow movements. Moaning, he tried to call out the blond’s name, but to no avail. They were to busy “sparring” for actual speech.
Dimly aware of the depletion of air from his lungs, Goku debated between separating and sucking on Sanzo’s tongue. Both had their benefits, but he was grateful when Sanzo pulled away - making the decision for them. Gasping, the brunet struggled to fill his lungs to full capacity, but found for what must have been the twentieth time that night he found that he couldn’t. His breathing had become irregular in an attempt to accomplish the impossible feat.
Above him, Sanzo was either fairing much better or was just better at hiding it. Based on personal experience, Goku was willing to bet on the latter. He saw Sanzo smirk, and hold the strawberry that had been in his fingers just far away enough that Goku had to lift his head to get to it.
Sucking on the strawberries was his favorite part. He loved to watch the blond’s face, and see how he reacted to it. Sometimes he would do it fast and finish quickly, while other times he would be much slower. It delighted him to watch Sanzo’s eyes fill with lust when he did so. To add emphasis, he let one of his hands wander over his lover’s body. There were many places he could have touched, but he decided to go for his main, and favorite, target. Using his other arm to help hold the blond in place, Goku pressed the palm of his wandering hand softly yet decisively into Sanzo’s groin.
“Shit…” Sanzo swore, dropping the hand that had been holding the strawberry and pressing the pads of his fingers into Goku’s neck - trying to balance himself. Wincing at first, Goku did his best to not cease the motion. His efforts were rewarded when he heard Sanzo hiss. Sanzo moaned and groaned often enough, but he rarely hissed. It was an even rarer occurrence than hearing him scream.
Goku wanted to make him do all of that. And he had been able to before. This time he wanted to see if he could make the blond as vocal while dominating than when he was submissive. Goku had no intention of topping his lover tonight, as was their custom. He had an overwhelming desire for Sanzo to touch him. He wanted to be touched everywhere. Even the thought made him squirm in anticipation.
Moving his hand, he caressed the inside of the older man’s thigh - cursing the pants that still remained. He wanted to remove them so badly so he could touch Sanzo’s skin. But it was Christmas, and Goku was going to let Sanzo set the pace. But hell, next time he was going to rip Sanzo’s clothes off of his body. He didn’t care if he’d get smacked for it later.
When the blond had been able to refocus his eyes, he narrowed them at Goku. “I thought you wanted strawberries.”
“I do,” he said impishly, grabbing the hand that had been holding the treat. There was some melted chocolate still on them. “I’m not finished eating this one.” With that, he took Sanzo’s middle finger and drew it into his mouth.
“I don’t remember my fingers ever looking like strawberries before,” he said, sounding amused. But nevertheless his breathing started to become sharper as Goku hungrily suckled on his lover’s finger.
The blond’s other hand, which he had been using to help prop himself up, was now on his chest, playing with the buttons on Goku’s shirt. They were both well aware that Sanzo was perfectly capable of unbuttoning just about anything single-handedly, with either hand for that matter. There were many advantages to having an ambidextrous lover.
Smirking, the brunet took the chocolate-tipped forefinger into his mouth and ran his tongue down its length. He wasn’t about to miss a bit of chocolate, especially when there was much more to be eaten.
-*-*-
The silent innuendo had not been lost on him. Sanzo was not stupid - with each stroke of his lover’s tongue caressing his finger he thought of what it felt like to have Goku’s mouth elsewhere on his body. His breath hitched at the thought, and he looked down at his lover in an expression of raw lust. Damn him for being able to do this to him. His pants were growing tighter by the second, making them increasingly uncomfortable.
Goku’s tongue touched the underside of one of the joints in his forefinger at that moment, at the same time as the other hand traveled back to the bulge between his legs. He felt his fingers curl within Goku’s mouth, and he and he shuddered at feeling the slick softness of the inside of the warm cheek.
“Shit, Goku…” His other hand clenched the still buttoned shirt tightly. The younger man’s expression did not seem to lose any of its amusement. If anything, it was asking a question.
“What?”
“Unzip me.” He’d do it himself, but since Goku’s hand was already there, it was just more convenient. More efficient too, and he had always preferred for things to run smoothly.
The problem was that Goku liked making things difficult.
Grinning, the younger man pressed his palm slowly down, and Sanzo was tempted to close his eyes. Instead he forced himself to muster up a glare. He knew it wouldn’t do much, Goku would trust the hardness practically in his hand before a half-hearted glare. Slowly pulling the fingers out of his mouth, Goku gave them both a small nip before taking them out completely.
“The strawberry isn’t done yet,” he said simply, licking the chocolate off of Sanzo’s thumb before tilting his head slightly to the side. “And I can’t get to it all.”
Sanzo stopped for a second and eyed Goku suspiciously. He had something planned. It was as if he had the whole thing already scripted, and he was following every cue. The blond didn’t appreciate being read like that. He felt like he was in some sort of performance.
A porno, more like it… he thought darkly. He was no actor, and especially not a porn star, damnit. If Goku expected him to follow the “plan,” then he was in for a surprise. Sanzo always preferred improvisation, anyways. He had no patience for scripted parts.
It took all the control he could muster not to pin the brunet’s wrists behind him with his hands. God, how he’d love to tie Goku up right then… He leaned forward to whisper in his lover’s ear. “I can get it if you unzip me first.” He bit the lobe for emphasis, and then licked it teasingly. “I can’t clean it up like this.” His hand on Goku’s shirt traveled down to cover the one on his groin. Pushing against it, he bit back a moan.
There was a pregnant pause as the two looked at each other - a challenge to see who would give in first. Sanzo was about to lean in to lick Goku’s ear again when he felt it. The small and nimble fingers he knew so well wriggled free from his grasp and caught hold of his zipper. Pulling it down with excruciating slowness, Sanzo both thanked and cursed his lover in the same breath. The fingers then worked to help pull his arousal out of his jeans, but they both noticed quickly that something was hindering it.
“You forgot to undo the snap, idiot.”
“You never said anything about that,” Goku replied innocently. Yeah. Sure. That look on the brunet’s face suggested anything but innocence.
Sanzo shook his head, half annoyed and half amused as he undid the snap himself. “Brat.”
“Hey, it isn’t my fault you weren’t specific enough.”
He had heard enough. “Shut up.” With that, he pushed their lips together roughly, silencing whatever his lover had been attempting to say next. As he bit Goku’s lip demandingly, he let his hand fall to the body beneath him before moving it upward. Goku was starting to tremble ever so slightly, and Sanzo wondered if he was even aware of it. Passing his fingers over the brunet’s own covered arousal, he stroked it the best he could through the denim. His actions were rewarded as he felt it become more prominent. The moans he felt in Goku’s mouth as he explored begged for him to be set free as well, but Sanzo defiantly refused the request. His hand traveled upward again, finally reaching the end of the buttoned shirt.
It would have been easier to rid the brunet of his shirt had Sanzo had use of both of his hands, but that was not to be. Goku seemed determined to keep hold of the hand that he had recently licked clean of melted chocolate. The blond didn’t mind as much as he might under other circumstances, but he had a perfectly legitimate reason for it.
As one of his hands slowly undid each of the buttons and brushed the skin underneath, the other was being carefully attended to by Goku’s fingers. The young man hand always been skilled with his hands, and Sanzo was reminded of one reason he enjoyed it so much. Known for his massages, Goku often tested his new techniques out on his lover. And he still wasn’t sure how it worked, but the slow motions of the thumb in his palm would gradually make his nerves increasingly sensitive. His nerves didn’t need any help, but Goku’s ministrations made the experience that much more pleasurable. He could feel himself wanting to groan again, and when Goku’s other hand dipped their fingers beneath his waistband of his jeans, he did.
They broke apart just as Sanzo undid the last button. He attempted to breathe deeply, but failed. It didn’t look like his lover was fairing any better, but he did enjoy watching Goku’s chest rise and fall as he pushed the shirt open. There was just something so incredibly desirable about watching his lover gasp for breath…
Much lighter than before, he brushed their lips together. They did not linger there long, but it didn’t stop Sanzo from tracing the swollen lips with his tongue yet again.
It was Goku who was groaning now, he noted with satisfaction, as he began his pursuit along the brunet’s jaw line. He covered it with small nips, not nearly strong enough to be called proper bites, as well as gentle touches of his tongue. The path led him back to the ear he had tended to briefly from before, and Sanzo smirked as he kissed it on the lower part of the lobe. Goku tilted his head to the side to make it easier for the blond to access his ear, but in the process also exposed the skin on his neck. Looking down at the bare skin and finding the smudges of chocolate he had left from earlier, Sanzo found that he couldn’t resist. He had been asked to finish off the strawberries, after all.
All he had to do was breathe against the brunet’s neck in order to make him shudder. There were very few things that he liked more than seeing his lover squirm, and at that moment he couldn’t remember any of them. Biting down on the juncture of jaw bone to neck, he enjoyed hearing the younger man yelp as his body spasmed at the action. In reward Sanzo pressed his tongue onto the bitten area, giving his own special sort of massage.
Goku’s yelps grew gradually louder as Sanzo moved further down his neck, closer to his pulse. The blond felt almost like an animal with his obsession with biting the bronzed skin and wanting to leave his mark in increasingly visible areas for all to see. He did not like to share, and there was no way that he was going do so with his lover. It was just in his nature to be stubborn like that.
Throbbing underneath his lips, Sanzo felt Goku’s pulse increase in speed at his touch. Instead of biting down, he gently licked the area, making it slick for when he fastened his mouth to it. The grip on his hand tightened considerably as the brunet inhaled sharply. His lover had always been an easy person to get a reaction out of, and sudden changes in patterns or routines brought out the best ones.
Smiling against the brunet’s neck, he decided to let his hand on the heaving chest take the blind man’s approach and read the Braille messages on the body. His hands had learned to read by touch long ago, and he had Goku’s body memorized. Goku’s body was a book that he would never grow tired of reading. Pressing his forefinger a bit more firmly into the skin than the rest, Sanzo drew an erratic line across the muscles until he stopped at the small nub on his upper chest. He hesitated, although not out of uncertainty, and then tweaked it.
The moan that resulted was very quiet, and if Sanzo wasn’t as close to Goku as he was right now he probably would have not heard it. Mentally, he scoffed. There was nothing impressive about that. He wanted to give their neighbors something to complain about.
Instead of tweaking it again, Sanzo rubbed the round nub a little bit more ambitiously, yet deceptively gentle in appearance. He knew that Goku would be able to tell his true intensions in that touch. “I must have taken the wrong man to bed,” Sanzo murmured in a lofty tone against Goku’s skin. “I could have sworn you’d be louder when I do this-” Cutting himself off, he pinched the nipple slowly. Goku was louder, but still not to Sanzo’s standards. He had always felt entitled to the best. It was a reason he took Goku as his lover - there was no one else like him in the entire world. Few humans could say that about themselves. Then again, maybe he was just biased.
Remembering his promise, Sanzo moved along Goku’s neck, cleaning him of the chocolaty fingerprints he had left earlier. It was wonderful to lick the brunet’s skin like he was - tending to it hungrily, like a tiger over its prey. Not that Sanzo would ever tell Goku that analogy - the brunet would probably flip him in response to show how “correct” it really was. The roles would be switched, and Sanzo would find himself being preyed on. But being eaten by Goku was a fate he’d gladly accept. Only a fool would turn down the younger man’s ministrations, especially when he set his mind to it.
That wasn’t the case tonight. They’d always “fight” to see who would get top, and Goku had proven to be fairly… eloquent… in these disputes. Sanzo habitually seemed to find himself on his back or with Goku somehow behind him, or with Goku’s head in his lap. Memories, some vague and some in great detail, filtered back into his mind. They made him more determined to keep his position, but it looked like it wouldn’t be that hard. Goku was not fighting for dominance tonight. He was willingly submitting himself, and that made the blond’s desire to take him that much greater.
His lips traveled back to the younger man’s pulse and bit down resolutely.
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Goku cried out in an exclamation of pain and longing, blending together into a term that he couldn’t define. Words lost and gained meaning in these moments, but they grew fewer and fewer as the struggle to even breathe grew greater.
It was a marvelous feeling to arch up against the blond and feel how aroused he was becoming. Although it would feel even better if it was their skin touching and not through cloth…
Goku smirked. To hell with letting Sanzo set the pace. If he was not going to do anything, then Goku would just drop a few hints. Letting go of the blond’s other hand, he reached out to grab the waistband of his most irksome obstruction. Pulling them an inch down and paused, waiting for some sort of protest to his assertiveness. When he got none he curled his fingers more decisively within the cloth and brought the garment down to his lover’s knees.
“I was wondering when you were going to do that,” Sanzo said smugly as he kicked off the pants. The man kissed his way back up Goku’s tanned, and now blemished, skin to touch their lips together again. The brunet could feel his lover’s mouth against his own as he spoke.
“You were waiting for me?” he grinned as his hands traveled slowly up Sanzo’s thigh and to the bottom of his shirt.
“Well, you always seemed that you liked taking my clothes off yourself…”
Goku could feel him tremble under his touch as his fingers bushed the man’s sides when he leisurely pulled the shirt off. They broke apart as briefly as possible to pull it off, and then immediately came together again in a series of brief kisses. The younger man could feel his eyelids long to close under the touch, but he let them only slide half-way closed.
“Sanzo…” whispered between two kisses, bringing one of the blond’s hands to the side of his opened shirt. “Take mine off too…”
“Can’t do it yourself?” Sanzo asked in an amused tone.
Goku curved his hips up to press into the blond’s, and was satisfied when he heard his lover groan. “It feels better when you do…”
“Greedy brat.”
“Yeah, I know.”
Those were the last words he had been able to say, at least for awhile. His shirt came off fairly easily, and he squirmed as Sanzo’s hands taunted his skin with abbreviated strokes. It drove Goku insane how skilled Sanzo was with that…
“Stop squirming around,” the blond whispered as his hands traveled lower to reach the button of Goku’s jeans.
“I can’t,” Goku whined, stretching underneath his lover for emphasis. “You’d have to tie me up first…” The mere idea of being bound while Sanzo thoroughly molested him only made him squirm even more.
“We broke the bondage straps last summer,” Sanzo reminded him. “The handcuffs too.”
“There’s some ribbon in the other room.”
The older man paused for a second for a second in thought before looking him in the eye. “Ribbon won’t hold you.”
“It’s satin ribbon.”
“Satin isn’t stronger than leather,” he scoffed.
Goku smirked as he drew Sanzo’s head down to nibble on his lip. “I never knew you to turn down an offer like that,” he said in a barely audible whisper.
“We could always try it on you first…” The suggestive comment was followed by the rubbing of the blond’s side with his other hand. He smirked as his lover pulled away and gave him a look that reminded him that Sanzo would never back down from a challenge like that. Goku was not going to let that ribbon go to waste, especially after all the time he had been searching for that particular type.
He felt like he was under great scrutiny as the blond slid off the bed and got up and kicked off his pants. In a way, the look he was getting was even more arousing than any of the touches they had shared thus far. Only Sanzo could do that to him with just a glance. He blushed a dark shade of red at that, especially when he noticed that Sanzo’s main point of focus was on how his pants had become incredibly tight. Very suddenly Goku wished that his pants were off, so he could give Sanzo a better view. But if he took them off now Sanzo might never get the ribbon…
Sensing this, the blond resolutely turned around and sauntered slowly out of the room. Goku’s breath caught at the way the blond’s shoulder blades slid smoothly under his skin as an arm was raised to touch the door frame. Even in small moments when Sanzo was not trying to be seductive, he was. Before he left, however, he turned back around. “Don’t move,” he commanded, and then disappeared from sight.
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Sanzo had paused when he heard Goku’s breath catch, and resisted the temptation to turn back around to find what had caused the reaction. He’d be back there soon enough.
Walking to the little Christmas tree was a bit awkward in his current state, and with the power still out it was even worse. But he made it there, and that was what mattered. It didn’t take him that long to find the ribbon in question. Picking it up, it felt like the ribbon had been wound around something other than a spool. Deciding not to question it, Sanzo made his way back to their bedroom hastily. Out of habit more than anything else, the blond pulled the door firmly shut behind him. Sanzo had always liked the air of privacy that a closed door brought. Smirking, he looked back to where his lover lay, and his expression faltered, even if not in a negative way.
Goku’s pants had become unzipped in his absence and pulled down to his thighs. One of the brunet’s hands was on his chest, while the other…
Sanzo was torn between glaring and grinning, but opted to climb back onto the bed and over his lover as fast as he could. “I told you not to move,” he said reproachfully.
Goku panted in response, and appeared to have trouble speaking again. “But you looked so…” he started, but halted when Sanzo caught hold of his hand. “I couldn’t wait that long.”
The older man touched their lips lightly together as the hand that caught the disobedient one started its own roaming over the forbidden area. Goku moaned at the touch, begging Sanzo for more, but the blond had other things in mind. “No more until you’re tied up.”
A pause that was very brief followed. Sanzo was fairly surprised with the way Goku was responding to physical touch and his slightly odd change in behavior this evening; he had expected the brunet to put his wrists quickly to the bars of their headboard. Instead, there was a deep breath in attempt to soften his shaking body. The moment lasted forever and a second, calming down Sanzo’s own heartbeat with it. He was still breathing hard, but…
The moment of tranquility shattered as the small fingers teased his skin again. They were on either side of him, tracing downwards in feathery, almost ticklish touches. When the hands reached his lower part of his sides, the path was altered to include his backside. Goku raised his head just enough so that their lips not merely brushing together anymore, and Sanzo let him. He was vaguely aware of how the brunet was caressing the small of his back, but didn’t really pay attention until the hands reached the fabric of his boxers. But it was sort-of a passive observation. Had he cared about whether he was wearing anything, then he would have taken action.
Only a fool would want to keep their clothes on at a time like this, he thought. It had just been a matter of time before Goku would do it for him. And it was a great feeling - Sanzo loved how Goku would pull them off slowly over his bottom and down his thighs. The younger man would cup each cheek at some point during that and grasp firmly, often pushing him into his leg. The act of possessiveness often amused him, but the amusement would get cut short the moment Goku continued.
He was very good at getting attention like that.
Maybe it was his imagination, but it seemed like his boxers came off much more quickly than usual. He wasn’t very sure how they had actually gotten them off beyond his knees, and it’d be a mystery that they would most likely never solve. The fingernails grazed him in a coarsely fashion as they slid back up his body, until Goku removed his hands completely and put them behind his head.
“Ok,” the younger man whispered, “I’m ready.”
Sanzo wanted to wipe the smug look off of Goku’s face so badly, and his body ached with the desire to do so. Grappling for the makeshift spool of ribbon that had fallen to their side, Sanzo started to unravel it. The gold weave of the threads shimmered in the candlelight, and the blond briefly wondered how much it had cost. By the texture and the coloring, it had obviously not been the cheap ribbon they usually bought to wrap their gifts with. It hadn’t been long before the core of the spool to fall out and bounce lightly on the mattress. Eying it suspiciously, he had a good idea of what it was, but as the ribbon became unwound, he decided that his first priority was to bind the brunet to their headboard. It was absolutely maddening how his lover was lying beneath him asking to be tied up. Goku had always been a giving individual, but this submission to him was…
He furrowed his eyebrows slightly together in an attempt to concentrate. A futile attempt, maybe, but the ribbon was proving to be more difficult than he had anticipated. The satin slipped easily through his first endeavor at a knot, and when the second one failed as well he started to get suspicious. Below him Goku was failing to hide a grin. The expression made him even more determined, and on the third try he got the first knot done.
“Damnit Goku, why couldn’t you have found some rope?” he asked, aggravated.
“Rope isn’t Christmassy…” the brunet reasoned. “And the gold reminded me of you.”
“You’re the one with the gold eyes,” he said simply as he grabbed Goku’s other wrist and started to wrap it to the second bar on the headboard. Although it did make him smirk slightly that Goku had made this particular color choice in full knowledge that the ribbon would be used on him. The thought gave Sanzo a heady feeling akin to what he had already been feeling build up inside of him in his observance of Goku’s submission.
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To Part Four