Anonymous Saiyuki Kink Meme!
You post -anonymously- a kink request that you’ve always wanted to see. Something you really want but don’t necessarily want to admit to.
Random people come by, read the request, and write a ficlet to order. And post it as a reply to the comment, also anonymously.
Multiple replies (ficlets) to requests are welcome, nay! Encouraged. ( Read more... )
Random people come by, read the request, and write a ficlet to order. And post it as a reply to the comment, also anonymously.
Multiple replies (ficlets) to requests are welcome, nay! Encouraged. ( Read more... )
Of course, being a perverted moron had its advantages. Gojyo might have the self-preservation instincts of a mayfly, but he knew about sex, and he knew about dangerous people, and he was a fucking professional when it came to sex with dangerous people. Sanzo’s toothy grin had nothing on Hakkai’s. “Didn’t know you were into that kinda thing,” he leered, arching his back in a catlike stretch and crossing his free wrist over the chained one. “An’ here I was thinkin’ that if it’s such a problem, you should just fuck me, instead.”
“Are you kidding?” Sanzo’s lip curled in disgust, kneeling up over Gojyo to cuff his other hand. The kappa’s throat was going to bruise, but that was his own damn fault. “Even you don’t know where you’ve been.” Gojyo opened his mouth to retort, then snapped it shut again as Sanzo planted both hands on Gojyo’s chest and shoved himself back, fiercely impaling himself on Gojyo’s dick.
“Wait wait wait!” Gojyo cried out, yanking at the handcuffs and shoving his hips back into the mattress. “Shit, Sanzo, take it easy!” Sanzo’s face was a mask where he hovered over Gojyo, the ring of muscle impossibly tight just below the head of Gojyo’s cock and fuck, if this was hurting Gojyo? Stupid goddamn masochist priest. “You’re gonna break somethin’ if you do it like that!”
“Shut up,” Sanzo hissed. “We’re doing this my way.” As Gojyo stared in disbelief, Sanzo sucked in a deep breath, closed his eyes, then exhaled slowly, letting his body weight drag him down until his hips rested flush against Gojyo’s. He nodded once, sharply, rising up on his heels and watching Gojyo’s stomach muscles ripple and twitch from beneath his lashes as the kappa struggled to not come. “Now move.”
“God…” But if that was the way he wanted it, then that was the way Gojyo would give it to him. Gojyo wrapped his hands around the bar of the frame and snapped his hips up, the tops of his thighs slapping loudly against Sanzo’s ass. Sanzo grunted, and Gojyo bucked up again, harder, slamming deep into Sanzo’s tight ass, his back already aching from the angle. Sanzo could have been carved out of stone for all he seemed to feel it, the only signs of life the flush that rose from his painfully hard dick up his chest and face, to vanish into his hairline. Made of fucking stone, for all that he seemed human, still and cool against Gojyo’s hot brown skin. Fuck, even his pubes were pale and stiff, rubbing against Gojyo’s black curls with every thrust, but inside? Inside he was hot, tight and fluttering and smooth like nothing on this world should be. Gojyo bucked harder, a writhing mess of sweat and blood and need, pinned like a bug beneath Sanzo’s smooth white lines. With just the faintest hitch in his breathing as a warning, Sanzo clenched immovably around Gojyo’s cock and came in a white spatter across his chest.
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Sanzo emerged, drying his hands, the picture of arrogance. “Hn. Yes we are.” He flung the towel at Gojyo, smacking him in the face, and turned his back without another word, stalking over to his bed to retrieve his cigarettes.
“I’m still fucking handcuffed!”
Sanzo shrugged. “That’s not my problem.” He leaned back against the wall, ignoring Gojyo’s thrashings and threats, staring out the window at the moon like it was the most amazing thing he’d ever seen.
The epic battle of kappa versus bedframe ended with a tooth-grating squeal of yielding metal and a proudly breathless “…fuck.” Gojyo snatched the towel off the floor where it had fallen and jerked himself roughly, wiping himself clean then coming hard and fast into the coarse material. He tossed the soggy towel in the general direction of the bathroom and dropped back onto the bed, tugging on his jeans and boots.
“Think I’m thirsty again.” There was no way he was getting his shirt on while handcuffed. Good thing it was a warm night. “Don’t wait up.”
Ducking out the door before Sanzo started shooting, Gojyo turned and found himself face to face with a placidly smiling Hakkai. He took a step closer, and amended that to a placidly smiling Hakkai with a raging hard-on.
“Ah, Gojyo,” Hakkai smiled. “Rough night?” Gojyo just laughed, resting on elbow on Hakkai’s shoulder so the cuffs glinted between them.
“Give me a hand here, and buy me a drink, and I’ll tell you all about it. Blow by blow.” Hakkai traced his finger along the curve of the top cuff, then over the patch of bruises on Gojyo’s throat, smiling a smile that promised Gojyo difficulty sitting for the next few days.
Sometimes it was good to be the pervert.
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“Dirt belongs on the floor.”
Gotta love Sanzo's pillow talk. XD
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