'Last' Christmas, part 4
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 )
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Wrists finally bound the best that they could with the slippery ribbon, Goku tried in vain to relax, but his heart only pounded harder. Sanzo took his time letting his hands glide down Goku’s arm, causing him to shiver at the feathery touch. While the blond’s hands were busy, his mouth did not remain idle and was already at his jaw again, the kisses quickly descended along the line of his neck down to his chest.
He was beginning to have doubts about his decision, however. The moment Sanzo had tied the last knot; he wanted nothing more than to hold onto him. It figured. And as went lower to torture the nipple that had not been attended to earlier, Goku knew that the moans he was making were about as twice as loud as usual. Biting his lip, he pushed his head back into the pillow and pushed his chest out towards Sanzo’s hot mouth.
Two hands at his sides held him firmly in place, and he was rewarded with the small touch of tongue on the sensitive nub. His gasp was somewhat muffled by his bitten lip, but by the twitch of his lover’s eyebrows, Goku could tell that he was heard. He had almost expected for the “torture” (and he used that term loosely) to be continued, knowing of the sadistic-like tendencies the blond often possessed, and was surprised when the action ceased.
The hands wandered lower, leading the way for Sanzo’s mouth as he explored the many creases in the brunet’s muscular chest. In the candlelight a glistening trail could be seen, and it felt cool against the air of the room. The skin was soon reheated, however, by the areas around it.
Very suddenly Goku felt Sanzo’s hands reach the top of his own pants. Lifting his hips an inch off the mattress, they were pulled off quickly and thrown aside. A more audible gasp escaped him at his sudden experience of freedom. Sanzo didn’t even give him a chance to relish in the moment before he felt the palms press firmly onto the top of his thighs. A second later he felt the wet tongue dip into his navel, one of the most sensitive parts of his body. He jerked up instinctively, but were held back from moving more than a millimeter. The resistance made him feel like he was being tied up even tighter, and his eyes slid shut.
Sanzo’s tongue flicked in and out, teasing the brunet in suggestive movements. Goku could feel the heat inside of him increasing in intensity, and he dug his heels into the bed to brace himself. Straining even harder against the ribbon, he prayed for some give. How the hell did Sanzo ever let himself be tied up so often? It was so goddamn frustrating…
A hand left his body and Goku could feel it travel across the sheets until it abruptly stopped. Sanzo’s mouth left Goku’s body for a moment as he lifted his hand to examine the bottle. There was a small curse that Goku barely heard, and Goku knew it was because his lover was not wearing his reading glasses. Not that either of them would think about getting them for this, and Goku sort-of liked it. Sanzo’s body was physically perfect to the naked eye, but his eyesight was flawed, even if slightly. It made him seem more human.
“Is this one from your own personal collection?” the blond asked, unscrewing the cap. He already know what it was, even if not specifically. And there was no way that he’d ask outright.
“Yeah,” Goku grinned. “Got it today. Took me awhile to find…”
He saw Sanzo’s eyes widen briefly in recognition, then narrow as he caught a whiff of the fragrance. “What the fuck? Peppermint oil?”
“It is Christmas…”
The blond just shook his head as he poured a small amount into his hand. Goku closed his eyes again, and only moments later he felt the hands on his body again.
Like Goku had done many times to the older man in the past, the relaxing and sensuous motions of the oil-covered fingers massaged his stomach and hips. His arms strained again at the ribbon, and he clenched his fists together in an attempt to waylay his irritation. He was unconsciously moaning now, and when Sanzo’s fingers teasingly drew patterns on the inside of his thighs, Goku parted his legs so that it would be more accessible. When he heard the blond’s breath hitch, he cracked an eye open to look up at his lover.
The blond wasn’t even looking at his face, but rather down at his hips and his thighs. Goku could see how red his lover’s porcelain skin was becoming. It was beautiful, and to see such a man look at him like that… look at him there like that…
“Sanzo,” he moaned, catching the man’s attention. Their eyes met, and Goku could see the desire in his lover’s gaze. His expression was unguarded, and the brunet remembered with a note of satisfaction he was the only person who saw that expression. Nothing needed to be said as Sanzo poured a little more oil on his fingers and put his palm over Goku’s chest to steady him. Knowing what was coming, Goku struggled to breathe deeply to relax his body. Full of anticipation, it didn’t help much, but it gave him some peace of mind. That, and the knowledge that Sanzo knew what he was doing. He would probably know even better than himself what would work best…
A solitary finger pushed into him, and Goku struggled not to make any sort of conflicting sound. He knew it was too late to hide his expression of discomfort, and hoped that Sanzo wouldn’t notice. But it appeared that he did, for by the time that he had become ready for the second finger, it was pushed in with an almost uncharacteristic gentleness. The considerate action wasn’t enough to keep Goku from squirming, however.
Sanzo’s hand traveled to his hips again, and a moment later he felt warmth and wet touch him lightly at the tip of his arousal. Goku thanked Sanzo incoherently in a groan, and struggled to push himself deeper into his lover’s mouth. Surprisingly enough he was obliged for a few thrusts, and when a third finger had been inserted into him, the pain was dulled enough by intensity of the other pleasure that he did not protest.
Goku knew Sanzo was teasing him as he was going about their preparations, especially when the thrusts had been halted in favor of slowly sucking on the top. The blond’s tongue had already come into play, and Goku shivered as he was stroked and tasted. The pull against his bonds became more frantic - he wanted to bury his hands into Sanzo’s hair while he also buried himself into the incredible heat of a mouth wanting to suck him off.
The moment was briefly broken as he was given one last sweep with the tongue before the mouth pulled away. Coming out later were the three fingers, leaving a pleasing but strange sensation in their wake.
There was a pause, and then the sound of the cap returning. His eyes open, he saw Sanzo generously coat himself before grabbing Goku’s hips to lift him up. The blond looked briefly into Goku’s eyes, wordlessly asking permission even after all their past experiences and their affections tonight. It was a habit the brunet believed that his lover had picked up from him. There was no hesitation to his answer as he did his best to push closer to where his lover was waiting for him.
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An expression of triumph highlighted Sanzo’s features as he pushed himself in. His mind spun at the sudden tightness, and used all of his willpower not to drive in farther. It would be worth it for both of them to give Goku time to adjust. That and the last thing Sanzo wanted was to hurt his lover because he couldn’t control himself. His pride wouldn’t forgive himself if he lost control, either.
Taking in some air, he let it out slowly as he withdrew. He was dimly aware of the sound of their mattress springs underneath him, but tuned them out in favor of the noises of his lover. Leaning over the brunet’s body, he placed one hand firmly into the mattress as he pushed back in, and deeper. Goku cried out in pain, causing Sanzo to hesitate. Eyes focused on the face below him, he did not see the legs wrap around his lower back as the body arched onto him. He found himself moaning loudly and his grip tightening on the lean hip of his lover.
In a slow but very decisive motion, the legs locked around his waist, not letting him go as Goku pushed Sanzo deeper into himself. The blond’s hand on the bed slid down so his arm could rest on the mattress as he finally broke down and succumbed to his desire. Gritting his teeth, he regained his determination and started to move within the younger man.
The experience was so similar and yet so different at the same time. The familiar emotions rang through his mind and the erotic fire still singed his nerves in the most alluring way. He felt like he was holding onto something incredibly valuable, but in reality the valuable one was the one holding him. Even with Goku’s arms bound, he was still in his embrace.
Their breathing was ragged, and Sanzo’s throat felt like it would shut down in protest if he couldn’t get any more oxygen to his body. Deciding to ignore his better judgment, he started to move in a slow rhythm to spite his body’s objections.
Creaking beneath them, the springs sounded with each stroke milliseconds before it followed through to completion. He pushed in deeper, probing inside his lover in search of the specific spot that he himself knew of so well. Again he felt like a blind man, moving by touch and instinct more than anything else to find what he wanted. And the groans his lover was emitting were an excellent indicator of how close he was to finding it.
Needing more of the young man to hold onto, he let the hand still lying on the mattress to snake around Goku’s shoulder and grasp onto it. The action seemed to help push him deeper, and the brunet’s head fell back as he emitted a low guttural sound somewhere between a groan and a whine. “Sanzo…”
That’s when he felt it. When the brunet had called out his name, he felt the muscles beneath him tense as they struggled to hold onto something. One arm was restrained by the ribbon, but the other… Sanzo had been able to feel the slack in the arm attached to the shoulder he was holding onto, and he forced his head to look up. Somehow, the ribbon had come undone for one of the wrists. And Goku… Goku had been holding his arm up there in an attempt to keep him “restrained.”
The expression on his face told Sanzo that he was struggling with it, and suddenly, he didn’t have a desire to see Goku hold his hand there anymore. The fact that he was willing to in the first place sent shivers down his spine and throughout his whole body, and he finally able to thank the younger man for that by finding the spot he had been looking for.
Goku yelped in surprise - even if they knew what was coming their heated touches and that anything more always felt like a surprise to their bodies despite the knowledge - and the force at which he pulled against the remaining ribbon should have been enough to rip it. But somehow it didn’t, and Sanzo smirked to himself. Where the hell Goku had gotten that, he had no idea. Moving his fingers on the shoulder slightly, he slowly pushed for the brunet to lower the arm from the bedpost as he hit the spot again.
“What-” Goku started, before discontinuing his thought with a pleasure-filled cry. It didn’t take that much encouragement after that to have his hand directed to Sanzo’s back, where it scrambled to find a crevice to hold on.
His pace increased in speed then, relentless now in full knowledge that his lover was enjoying himself as much as he was. Sanzo did his best to hit that spot in every single stroke, failing only a few times. Goku gripped the outline of the blond’s shoulder blades, pulling them so close that nothing could be inserted between them. Resting his neck against the bronzed shoulder, Sanzo could feel the tightness in his own muscles in his chest. His body begged for relief, but he ignored his body yet again. He wanted to remember every moment of this, and did not want to rush it.
Fingernails, which Goku always kept short, bit into his skin as he felt the pressure on his back grow. Sanzo knew Goku had a death hold when it came to things he found important, and was known to even cause bruising with his grip. He did not personally bruise, but he did whenever Goku would hold onto him like this. And Sanzo had never remembered being held onto so roughly and needy before…
A few strokes later and he could feel Goku’s body tremble in a particularly uncontrollable way. He was at the point of no return, and as Sanzo heard the moans of longing fill his ears, he decided to push his lover over the edge. With a bite on the shoulder he thrust as hard as he could into him, causing his lover to shriek his name. The space between them was suddenly sticky with climax, and in the heat of his own impending one it only helped to encourage him.
Sanzo wondered if his own grip could cause bruises as he saw the skin beneath his fingers turn white around the edges. Goku’s skin didn’t look right when it was white, and it looked so out of place on his golden skin…
…but all of that didn’t matter at the moment. Goku, who was trying to recover, was not ignorant of his lover’s condition. Much to the delight of Sanzo’s body, he suddenly felt Goku constrict the muscles inside of him, causing a beautiful tightening around his desire. Eyes sliding shut, Sanzo screamed as he felt himself finally find the release he had been looking for.
For a moment neither man could move, so exhausted from the act that any sort of physical excretion was out of the question. Their breathing was the only sound that could be heard in the room now, minus the minute squeaks of the springs at the motion of their heaving chests. It was strange… almost as if their world had been muted partially. But very soon the world came back to them, and Sanzo carefully pulled himself out, being wary of their extra sensitive tissue. He fell to next to Goku on his side, and rolled flat on his back and closed his eyes as he continued to catch his breath.
“Sanzo…” he heard a familiar whine, though strained by irregular breathing. It was a very different sound than what he had been recently listening too, and he simply grunted in response, deciding not to open his eyes yet.
“Sanzo, untie my other wrist…”
Opening his eyes, the blond turned his head to look back at the headboard. Indeed. Goku’s other wrist was still bound by the gold ribbon. He smirked, and pretended to go back to his original position. “Maybe you won’t move around so much in your sleep at night if you are…”
“But Sanzo…!”
“Undo it yourself.”
Goku pulled against his bond in a futile fashion. Sanzo could hear the ribbon hold even with his eyes closed. “You still have a hand free.”
“Already tried that.”
Shaking his head, the blond did his best to summon the remaining energy that he had to look up at his handiwork from before. He didn’t know what the problem was, once the knots were loosened enough, they slipped right out. Hadn’t Goku learned that earlier that night?
The ribbon somehow slipped behind their bed as it came unwound from Goku’s arms. Neither individual made an attempt to grab it. Sanzo made a note to have Goku fetch it in the morning. After all, he wanted to know where something like that would be in the future if they ever found a use for it again, which was an idiotic suggestion because they definitely would.
Again there was silence, and the older man was content to just lie how they were. But as his breathing relaxed and his mind cleared, he noted the scent of wax to his side. Furrowing his eyebrows together, he was reminded that their only light was the candle, and he was amazed that it had not gone out already. Sitting up with much reluctance, he felt an arm circle around his waist, and he looked down at the perpetrator.
“I’m not going anywhere, I’m just blowing out the light.”
Goku didn’t listen and refused to let go, but gave him enough give to lean over to blow it quickly out. The room plunged into darkness, and Sanzo slid back into the young man’s arms, deciding for once not to make a snide remark to the sleepy embrace. Sleep suddenly tugging at the corners of his mind, the blond rested a hand against his lover’s chest and fell asleep.
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To Part Five
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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Wrists finally bound the best that they could with the slippery ribbon, Goku tried in vain to relax, but his heart only pounded harder. Sanzo took his time letting his hands glide down Goku’s arm, causing him to shiver at the feathery touch. While the blond’s hands were busy, his mouth did not remain idle and was already at his jaw again, the kisses quickly descended along the line of his neck down to his chest.
He was beginning to have doubts about his decision, however. The moment Sanzo had tied the last knot; he wanted nothing more than to hold onto him. It figured. And as went lower to torture the nipple that had not been attended to earlier, Goku knew that the moans he was making were about as twice as loud as usual. Biting his lip, he pushed his head back into the pillow and pushed his chest out towards Sanzo’s hot mouth.
Two hands at his sides held him firmly in place, and he was rewarded with the small touch of tongue on the sensitive nub. His gasp was somewhat muffled by his bitten lip, but by the twitch of his lover’s eyebrows, Goku could tell that he was heard. He had almost expected for the “torture” (and he used that term loosely) to be continued, knowing of the sadistic-like tendencies the blond often possessed, and was surprised when the action ceased.
The hands wandered lower, leading the way for Sanzo’s mouth as he explored the many creases in the brunet’s muscular chest. In the candlelight a glistening trail could be seen, and it felt cool against the air of the room. The skin was soon reheated, however, by the areas around it.
Very suddenly Goku felt Sanzo’s hands reach the top of his own pants. Lifting his hips an inch off the mattress, they were pulled off quickly and thrown aside. A more audible gasp escaped him at his sudden experience of freedom. Sanzo didn’t even give him a chance to relish in the moment before he felt the palms press firmly onto the top of his thighs. A second later he felt the wet tongue dip into his navel, one of the most sensitive parts of his body. He jerked up instinctively, but were held back from moving more than a millimeter. The resistance made him feel like he was being tied up even tighter, and his eyes slid shut.
Sanzo’s tongue flicked in and out, teasing the brunet in suggestive movements. Goku could feel the heat inside of him increasing in intensity, and he dug his heels into the bed to brace himself. Straining even harder against the ribbon, he prayed for some give. How the hell did Sanzo ever let himself be tied up so often? It was so goddamn frustrating…
A hand left his body and Goku could feel it travel across the sheets until it abruptly stopped. Sanzo’s mouth left Goku’s body for a moment as he lifted his hand to examine the bottle. There was a small curse that Goku barely heard, and Goku knew it was because his lover was not wearing his reading glasses. Not that either of them would think about getting them for this, and Goku sort-of liked it. Sanzo’s body was physically perfect to the naked eye, but his eyesight was flawed, even if slightly. It made him seem more human.
“Is this one from your own personal collection?” the blond asked, unscrewing the cap. He already know what it was, even if not specifically. And there was no way that he’d ask outright.
“Yeah,” Goku grinned. “Got it today. Took me awhile to find…”
He saw Sanzo’s eyes widen briefly in recognition, then narrow as he caught a whiff of the fragrance. “What the fuck? Peppermint oil?”
“It is Christmas…”
The blond just shook his head as he poured a small amount into his hand. Goku closed his eyes again, and only moments later he felt the hands on his body again.
Like Goku had done many times to the older man in the past, the relaxing and sensuous motions of the oil-covered fingers massaged his stomach and hips. His arms strained again at the ribbon, and he clenched his fists together in an attempt to waylay his irritation. He was unconsciously moaning now, and when Sanzo’s fingers teasingly drew patterns on the inside of his thighs, Goku parted his legs so that it would be more accessible. When he heard the blond’s breath hitch, he cracked an eye open to look up at his lover.
The blond wasn’t even looking at his face, but rather down at his hips and his thighs. Goku could see how red his lover’s porcelain skin was becoming. It was beautiful, and to see such a man look at him like that… look at him there like that…
“Sanzo,” he moaned, catching the man’s attention. Their eyes met, and Goku could see the desire in his lover’s gaze. His expression was unguarded, and the brunet remembered with a note of satisfaction he was the only person who saw that expression. Nothing needed to be said as Sanzo poured a little more oil on his fingers and put his palm over Goku’s chest to steady him. Knowing what was coming, Goku struggled to breathe deeply to relax his body. Full of anticipation, it didn’t help much, but it gave him some peace of mind. That, and the knowledge that Sanzo knew what he was doing. He would probably know even better than himself what would work best…
A solitary finger pushed into him, and Goku struggled not to make any sort of conflicting sound. He knew it was too late to hide his expression of discomfort, and hoped that Sanzo wouldn’t notice. But it appeared that he did, for by the time that he had become ready for the second finger, it was pushed in with an almost uncharacteristic gentleness. The considerate action wasn’t enough to keep Goku from squirming, however.
Sanzo’s hand traveled to his hips again, and a moment later he felt warmth and wet touch him lightly at the tip of his arousal. Goku thanked Sanzo incoherently in a groan, and struggled to push himself deeper into his lover’s mouth. Surprisingly enough he was obliged for a few thrusts, and when a third finger had been inserted into him, the pain was dulled enough by intensity of the other pleasure that he did not protest.
Goku knew Sanzo was teasing him as he was going about their preparations, especially when the thrusts had been halted in favor of slowly sucking on the top. The blond’s tongue had already come into play, and Goku shivered as he was stroked and tasted. The pull against his bonds became more frantic - he wanted to bury his hands into Sanzo’s hair while he also buried himself into the incredible heat of a mouth wanting to suck him off.
The moment was briefly broken as he was given one last sweep with the tongue before the mouth pulled away. Coming out later were the three fingers, leaving a pleasing but strange sensation in their wake.
There was a pause, and then the sound of the cap returning. His eyes open, he saw Sanzo generously coat himself before grabbing Goku’s hips to lift him up. The blond looked briefly into Goku’s eyes, wordlessly asking permission even after all their past experiences and their affections tonight. It was a habit the brunet believed that his lover had picked up from him. There was no hesitation to his answer as he did his best to push closer to where his lover was waiting for him.
-*-*-
An expression of triumph highlighted Sanzo’s features as he pushed himself in. His mind spun at the sudden tightness, and used all of his willpower not to drive in farther. It would be worth it for both of them to give Goku time to adjust. That and the last thing Sanzo wanted was to hurt his lover because he couldn’t control himself. His pride wouldn’t forgive himself if he lost control, either.
Taking in some air, he let it out slowly as he withdrew. He was dimly aware of the sound of their mattress springs underneath him, but tuned them out in favor of the noises of his lover. Leaning over the brunet’s body, he placed one hand firmly into the mattress as he pushed back in, and deeper. Goku cried out in pain, causing Sanzo to hesitate. Eyes focused on the face below him, he did not see the legs wrap around his lower back as the body arched onto him. He found himself moaning loudly and his grip tightening on the lean hip of his lover.
In a slow but very decisive motion, the legs locked around his waist, not letting him go as Goku pushed Sanzo deeper into himself. The blond’s hand on the bed slid down so his arm could rest on the mattress as he finally broke down and succumbed to his desire. Gritting his teeth, he regained his determination and started to move within the younger man.
The experience was so similar and yet so different at the same time. The familiar emotions rang through his mind and the erotic fire still singed his nerves in the most alluring way. He felt like he was holding onto something incredibly valuable, but in reality the valuable one was the one holding him. Even with Goku’s arms bound, he was still in his embrace.
Their breathing was ragged, and Sanzo’s throat felt like it would shut down in protest if he couldn’t get any more oxygen to his body. Deciding to ignore his better judgment, he started to move in a slow rhythm to spite his body’s objections.
Creaking beneath them, the springs sounded with each stroke milliseconds before it followed through to completion. He pushed in deeper, probing inside his lover in search of the specific spot that he himself knew of so well. Again he felt like a blind man, moving by touch and instinct more than anything else to find what he wanted. And the groans his lover was emitting were an excellent indicator of how close he was to finding it.
Needing more of the young man to hold onto, he let the hand still lying on the mattress to snake around Goku’s shoulder and grasp onto it. The action seemed to help push him deeper, and the brunet’s head fell back as he emitted a low guttural sound somewhere between a groan and a whine. “Sanzo…”
That’s when he felt it. When the brunet had called out his name, he felt the muscles beneath him tense as they struggled to hold onto something. One arm was restrained by the ribbon, but the other… Sanzo had been able to feel the slack in the arm attached to the shoulder he was holding onto, and he forced his head to look up. Somehow, the ribbon had come undone for one of the wrists. And Goku… Goku had been holding his arm up there in an attempt to keep him “restrained.”
The expression on his face told Sanzo that he was struggling with it, and suddenly, he didn’t have a desire to see Goku hold his hand there anymore. The fact that he was willing to in the first place sent shivers down his spine and throughout his whole body, and he finally able to thank the younger man for that by finding the spot he had been looking for.
Goku yelped in surprise - even if they knew what was coming their heated touches and that anything more always felt like a surprise to their bodies despite the knowledge - and the force at which he pulled against the remaining ribbon should have been enough to rip it. But somehow it didn’t, and Sanzo smirked to himself. Where the hell Goku had gotten that, he had no idea. Moving his fingers on the shoulder slightly, he slowly pushed for the brunet to lower the arm from the bedpost as he hit the spot again.
“What-” Goku started, before discontinuing his thought with a pleasure-filled cry. It didn’t take that much encouragement after that to have his hand directed to Sanzo’s back, where it scrambled to find a crevice to hold on.
His pace increased in speed then, relentless now in full knowledge that his lover was enjoying himself as much as he was. Sanzo did his best to hit that spot in every single stroke, failing only a few times. Goku gripped the outline of the blond’s shoulder blades, pulling them so close that nothing could be inserted between them. Resting his neck against the bronzed shoulder, Sanzo could feel the tightness in his own muscles in his chest. His body begged for relief, but he ignored his body yet again. He wanted to remember every moment of this, and did not want to rush it.
Fingernails, which Goku always kept short, bit into his skin as he felt the pressure on his back grow. Sanzo knew Goku had a death hold when it came to things he found important, and was known to even cause bruising with his grip. He did not personally bruise, but he did whenever Goku would hold onto him like this. And Sanzo had never remembered being held onto so roughly and needy before…
A few strokes later and he could feel Goku’s body tremble in a particularly uncontrollable way. He was at the point of no return, and as Sanzo heard the moans of longing fill his ears, he decided to push his lover over the edge. With a bite on the shoulder he thrust as hard as he could into him, causing his lover to shriek his name. The space between them was suddenly sticky with climax, and in the heat of his own impending one it only helped to encourage him.
Sanzo wondered if his own grip could cause bruises as he saw the skin beneath his fingers turn white around the edges. Goku’s skin didn’t look right when it was white, and it looked so out of place on his golden skin…
…but all of that didn’t matter at the moment. Goku, who was trying to recover, was not ignorant of his lover’s condition. Much to the delight of Sanzo’s body, he suddenly felt Goku constrict the muscles inside of him, causing a beautiful tightening around his desire. Eyes sliding shut, Sanzo screamed as he felt himself finally find the release he had been looking for.
For a moment neither man could move, so exhausted from the act that any sort of physical excretion was out of the question. Their breathing was the only sound that could be heard in the room now, minus the minute squeaks of the springs at the motion of their heaving chests. It was strange… almost as if their world had been muted partially. But very soon the world came back to them, and Sanzo carefully pulled himself out, being wary of their extra sensitive tissue. He fell to next to Goku on his side, and rolled flat on his back and closed his eyes as he continued to catch his breath.
“Sanzo…” he heard a familiar whine, though strained by irregular breathing. It was a very different sound than what he had been recently listening too, and he simply grunted in response, deciding not to open his eyes yet.
“Sanzo, untie my other wrist…”
Opening his eyes, the blond turned his head to look back at the headboard. Indeed. Goku’s other wrist was still bound by the gold ribbon. He smirked, and pretended to go back to his original position. “Maybe you won’t move around so much in your sleep at night if you are…”
“But Sanzo…!”
“Undo it yourself.”
Goku pulled against his bond in a futile fashion. Sanzo could hear the ribbon hold even with his eyes closed. “You still have a hand free.”
“Already tried that.”
Shaking his head, the blond did his best to summon the remaining energy that he had to look up at his handiwork from before. He didn’t know what the problem was, once the knots were loosened enough, they slipped right out. Hadn’t Goku learned that earlier that night?
The ribbon somehow slipped behind their bed as it came unwound from Goku’s arms. Neither individual made an attempt to grab it. Sanzo made a note to have Goku fetch it in the morning. After all, he wanted to know where something like that would be in the future if they ever found a use for it again, which was an idiotic suggestion because they definitely would.
Again there was silence, and the older man was content to just lie how they were. But as his breathing relaxed and his mind cleared, he noted the scent of wax to his side. Furrowing his eyebrows together, he was reminded that their only light was the candle, and he was amazed that it had not gone out already. Sitting up with much reluctance, he felt an arm circle around his waist, and he looked down at the perpetrator.
“I’m not going anywhere, I’m just blowing out the light.”
Goku didn’t listen and refused to let go, but gave him enough give to lean over to blow it quickly out. The room plunged into darkness, and Sanzo slid back into the young man’s arms, deciding for once not to make a snide remark to the sleepy embrace. Sleep suddenly tugging at the corners of his mind, the blond rested a hand against his lover’s chest and fell asleep.
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To Part Five