[Fanfic] - In My Own Hands
First smutfic up! Most recently written, but I'm going to put up some older ones, too. Bear with me!
Title: In My Own Hands
Fandom: Saiyuki
Pairing: HakkaixGojyo, 58
Warnings: Smutty! Not full-blown lemon, but still NC-17, methinks, Yaoi and not worksafe.
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IN MY OWN HANDS
Gojyo sighs gently, nuzzling further into the pillow beneath his unscarred cheek, fingers twitching lightly. Hakkai smiles, and draws the finger resting on the crest of Gojyo’s buttock in the reverse direction, trailing lightly up Gojyo’s spine and between his shoulder blades. Gojyo’s eyelids flutter, but he does not wake. Splaying his palm, Hakkai can still feel the warmth burning through Gojyo’s skin; the afterglow of good sex. It makes him want to take him again, but he settles for drawing his fingers back down by their tips, cresting the point where spine meets hip and teetering on the brink before teasing down the skin between each cheek of Gojyo’s butt. He doesn’t go all the way to the slick puckered hole, and backs off in the same slow, teasing manner, enjoying the catch in his lover’s breath and the subtle tilt of the hips the touch elicts.
Fine red hair splays over their pillowm full of the smell of Gojyo, and of sweat and a faint aroma he recognizes as his own. Perhaps Gojyo’s conditioner too, but the smell is overridden by the soft burn of sex lingering there, like whiskey on the empty stomach of a thirsty man. And Hakkai knows this thirst, despite having slaked himself once already tonight - the damp of the sheets reminds him of this. Yet, the urge to touch, to savour what he knows to be his is overwhelming, and so he traces the outline of the far buttock, feeling what it is too dark to see from where his head rests next to Gojyo’s on the pillow. He takes it in hand, feeling the soft curve belying the toned muscle underneath. Another breath from between barely parted lips brushes his face.
His own hardness calls insistently for his attention, but he will not heed it. Not yet, with the sleek form of his lover to attend to, asleep and yielding unthinkingly to the warmth of his touch. He allows his fingertips to graze the bottom of the muscle; the sensitive edge where behind meets thigh, and curls his fingers briefly into the cleft between thighs, slipping dangerously close to the sensitive there before pulling away to lavish attention on the other, neglected, buttock. Gojyo’s breath hitches more definitively this time, eyelids fluttering as madly as butterfly wings, but remaining closed for the moment. Goose-pimples are raising on his skin, he notices, so he sweeps a hand over his back again to settle them. Another insistent twinge from his full and throbbing member, but again he refuses it the attention he’d sooner see spent elsewhere. He only barely resists.
Lightly, he drags his nails up muscular thighs, chasing the goose-bumps down as far as he can reach and doing it again. A soft moan this time, and red eyebrows knit slightly, fingertips trembling. The pulse in the thigh under his palm is speeding up, Hakkai notices, the thrum in his own ears reminding him that Gojyo is not alone in this. Still, he buries a finger between tightening cheeks again, rubbing the sensitive skin there ruthlessly, feeling the sweat beginning to bead on his lover’s skin. Gojyo’s breathing is harsher now, lips parted invitingly. Hakkai chases droplets of sweat lower to draw a finger torturously slow around the rim of the pulsing ring of muscle and is finally rewarded with the sudden shock of dilated pupils embedded in deep-red irises. Gojyo’s hips jerk, and he writhes, his expression as he claws as the sheets goes straight to Hakkai’s dick.
Gojyo wastes little time after that in taking matters into his own hands.
crossposted to saoyukiyaoi and 1000_miles_west
Title: In My Own Hands
Fandom: Saiyuki
Pairing: HakkaixGojyo, 58
Warnings: Smutty! Not full-blown lemon, but still NC-17, methinks, Yaoi and not worksafe.
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IN MY OWN HANDS
Gojyo sighs gently, nuzzling further into the pillow beneath his unscarred cheek, fingers twitching lightly. Hakkai smiles, and draws the finger resting on the crest of Gojyo’s buttock in the reverse direction, trailing lightly up Gojyo’s spine and between his shoulder blades. Gojyo’s eyelids flutter, but he does not wake. Splaying his palm, Hakkai can still feel the warmth burning through Gojyo’s skin; the afterglow of good sex. It makes him want to take him again, but he settles for drawing his fingers back down by their tips, cresting the point where spine meets hip and teetering on the brink before teasing down the skin between each cheek of Gojyo’s butt. He doesn’t go all the way to the slick puckered hole, and backs off in the same slow, teasing manner, enjoying the catch in his lover’s breath and the subtle tilt of the hips the touch elicts.
Fine red hair splays over their pillowm full of the smell of Gojyo, and of sweat and a faint aroma he recognizes as his own. Perhaps Gojyo’s conditioner too, but the smell is overridden by the soft burn of sex lingering there, like whiskey on the empty stomach of a thirsty man. And Hakkai knows this thirst, despite having slaked himself once already tonight - the damp of the sheets reminds him of this. Yet, the urge to touch, to savour what he knows to be his is overwhelming, and so he traces the outline of the far buttock, feeling what it is too dark to see from where his head rests next to Gojyo’s on the pillow. He takes it in hand, feeling the soft curve belying the toned muscle underneath. Another breath from between barely parted lips brushes his face.
His own hardness calls insistently for his attention, but he will not heed it. Not yet, with the sleek form of his lover to attend to, asleep and yielding unthinkingly to the warmth of his touch. He allows his fingertips to graze the bottom of the muscle; the sensitive edge where behind meets thigh, and curls his fingers briefly into the cleft between thighs, slipping dangerously close to the sensitive there before pulling away to lavish attention on the other, neglected, buttock. Gojyo’s breath hitches more definitively this time, eyelids fluttering as madly as butterfly wings, but remaining closed for the moment. Goose-pimples are raising on his skin, he notices, so he sweeps a hand over his back again to settle them. Another insistent twinge from his full and throbbing member, but again he refuses it the attention he’d sooner see spent elsewhere. He only barely resists.
Lightly, he drags his nails up muscular thighs, chasing the goose-bumps down as far as he can reach and doing it again. A soft moan this time, and red eyebrows knit slightly, fingertips trembling. The pulse in the thigh under his palm is speeding up, Hakkai notices, the thrum in his own ears reminding him that Gojyo is not alone in this. Still, he buries a finger between tightening cheeks again, rubbing the sensitive skin there ruthlessly, feeling the sweat beginning to bead on his lover’s skin. Gojyo’s breathing is harsher now, lips parted invitingly. Hakkai chases droplets of sweat lower to draw a finger torturously slow around the rim of the pulsing ring of muscle and is finally rewarded with the sudden shock of dilated pupils embedded in deep-red irises. Gojyo’s hips jerk, and he writhes, his expression as he claws as the sheets goes straight to Hakkai’s dick.
Gojyo wastes little time after that in taking matters into his own hands.
crossposted to saoyukiyaoi and 1000_miles_west