Saiyuki drabble, and Solitaire's Job-Hunt update
Kissing his shoulder hotly, open mouthed, Goku trailed that mouth across the monk’s shoulder blade to his spine. “Sanzo,” he whispered against the man’s skin, and Sanzo groaned, pushing his face into the only pillow that had managed to stay on the bed throughout the course of the night.
“Whaaat?”
Shit, he was too old for this.
He hadn’t even the energy to shove Goku toward his own side of the bed. The stupid monkey was unpleasantly hot and sweaty, and Sanzo wanted a smoke. A bath would have been nice, too, as certain bodily fluids were beginning to ooze out of some places and congeal in others, but his body was through listening to him. Sanzo suspected it had stopped at some point around the time Goku pushed his tongue somewhere Sanzo’d never thought to tell the little bastard mouths weren’t supposed to go, somewhere Sanzo was fairly certain Goku wouldn’t have thought to go pushing his tongue without ‘outside’ help.
Goku eased out of him carefully with an obscenely wet noise, and Sanzo grimaced.
“Kiss?” the brunet cajoled, still breathing heavily as he hooked his chin over Sanzo’s shoulder. Even without looking, Sanzo could feel that idiotic, worn out grin that was entirely too pleased for Goku’s own good, pressing in on him like something tangible.
“Why don’t you just die?” he suggested lazily, but let Goku do as he wished.
He always did, in the end.
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And to refresh people's memories, including mine: smut drabble post 1, smut drabble post 2
“Whaaat?”
Shit, he was too old for this.
He hadn’t even the energy to shove Goku toward his own side of the bed. The stupid monkey was unpleasantly hot and sweaty, and Sanzo wanted a smoke. A bath would have been nice, too, as certain bodily fluids were beginning to ooze out of some places and congeal in others, but his body was through listening to him. Sanzo suspected it had stopped at some point around the time Goku pushed his tongue somewhere Sanzo’d never thought to tell the little bastard mouths weren’t supposed to go, somewhere Sanzo was fairly certain Goku wouldn’t have thought to go pushing his tongue without ‘outside’ help.
Goku eased out of him carefully with an obscenely wet noise, and Sanzo grimaced.
“Kiss?” the brunet cajoled, still breathing heavily as he hooked his chin over Sanzo’s shoulder. Even without looking, Sanzo could feel that idiotic, worn out grin that was entirely too pleased for Goku’s own good, pressing in on him like something tangible.
“Why don’t you just die?” he suggested lazily, but let Goku do as he wished.
He always did, in the end.
~ * ~
And to refresh people's memories, including mine: smut drabble post 1, smut drabble post 2