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Gojyo stepped out of the shower onto the cold tile and shuddered. He fumbled for a towel and wrapped it around his waist, mentally reminding himself to tell Hakkai they needed to buy a rug or something for the bathroom floor. Now that it was winter it was torture to walk on the tile floor.
True, buying a rug would probably mean spending the whole day in one of those big kitchen and bathware shops while Hakkai pored over every item, but that way okay. Gojyo didn’t mind running errands with Hakkai, at least not as much as Hakkai thought he did. But that was all right too. If Hakkai thought it was a terrible chore for him, he got sympathy points which he could cash in later that night.
Yes, Gojyo thought with increasing pleasure, a bathmat definitely seemed necessary.
“Hey, Hakkai?” Gojyo shouted, scrubbing his hair dry as he wandered from the bathroom to the kitchen. “I think we need to get a…whoa.” He froze in the kitchen doorway.
Hakkai was standing by the sink. That was hardly unusual. In fact it was downright normal. But the thing that struck Gojyo immediately was that Hakkai definitely not looking normal. Long hair, long nails, vines slinking all over his skin…Limiters, Gojyo reminded himself. He’s just not wearing his limiters. The fact of the matter was, though, that Hakkai was not only not wearing his limiters, he was very decidedly not wearing anything else, either.
Hakkai turned to look at him, and Gojyo was really pretty sure that there was something he was supposed to say or do at this point, but higher brain function had sadly abandoned him. He blamed it on the sudden rush of blood from his brain to…places that were not his brain.
“Uh,” Gojyo said. Hakkai stared at him, and his eyes seemed to have gone several shades greener. Or maybe the pattern of vines across his face just made it seem like it. Gojyo discovered that he’d lost his capability for intelligent thought. He opened his mouth, closed it, and opened it again, some small part of him aware that he probably looked like a fish. The towel had slid off his shoulders to lie in a damp heap on the carpet. Shockingly, Hakkai didn’t appear to notice, much less care. Gojyo wondered if maybe he’d slipped in the shower and knocked his head and this was all some fevered hallucination.
Hakkai shook him out of his haze as he sauntered toward him, and sauntered was really the only word for it. Gojyo felt like a bug pinned to a piece of wood, a specimen for examination. Hakkai’s gaze was very intense and seemed to roam all over his body. Gojyo wasn’t entirely sure he minded the situation, though the last working bit of his brain insisted he really should.
Hakkai stood a couple of inches away, eye to eye with him. He reached out and the edge of his long claws skimmed very lightly over the flesh of Gojyo’s stomach. His hair tickled Gojyo’s shoulders, and he stared at Hakkai’s long ears slipping out from the long hair. Hakkai’s eyes lingered on his face for a minute before dipping down to his chest, his stomach and then lower. With a flick of the claws so fast Gojyo couldn’t even see, the towel turn to fuzzy shreds and dropped to his feet. Hakkai’s attention turned to Gojyo’s cock which was, unsurprisingly, really quite hard, as it had been since he’d first stepped into the room and laid eyes on Hakkai.
Hakkai reached out determinedly for Gojyo’s cock with familiar hands with brand new nails. Gojyo had to shut his eyes at the sight. He shuddered when he felt the skim of claws brushing over his naked skin, followed by warm fingers. “Um,” he tried once more, still clinging to the impulse to at least pretend to pay attention. “Um. Limiters?” Hakkai’s thumb circled the head of his cock and Gojyo stopped trying to talk.
“Not now,” Hakkai said, and his voice jolted Gojyo so much he opened his eyes. He’d never heard Hakkai’s voice like this before. It was hoarser, rougher, deeper. Hakkai stepped up, pressed his body against Gojyo, and he smelled like musk and something sharp and tantalizingly raw. One of his hands curved over Gojyo’s hip.
Gojyo gave up. He closed his eyes and opened his mouth and let Hakkai take hold of him. Hakkai’s hands seemed stronger than usual as they held him, not quite hard enough to bruise but firm enough that if Gojyo really wanted to get away it would take some effort. Not that he wanted to. That was the last thing on his mind. He kissed back fervently, clutching at Hakkai, distractedly wondering if they were going to make it to the bed or the couch or if they were going to do it right here in the kitchen. It wouldn’t be the first time, but the idea was sill somewhat thrilling.
Hakkai hand drifted down to grab Gojyo’s ass and Gojyo thrust his hips meaningfully against Hakkai’s. He hoped Hakkai didn’t have some sadistic plans for drawing this out, because Gojyo was as hard as he was going to get. Luckily, Hakkai seemed to be right there with him.
Gojyo pulled his mouth from Hakkai’s long enough to send Hakkai a meaningful look, a don’t be an ass, fuck me now look and run a finger over the vine patters on Hakkai’s chest. He was surprised to discover they were raised and slightly rough. He was even more surprised when they twitched under his fingers.
He watched, transfixed, as the vines lifted themselves, running over Hakkai’s skin like liquid, like something alive. They slid down and slipped over the linoleum floor, stretching, and curled around his wrist. Gojyo jerked at the feeling. They were hot, not like metal or like chi, but like something that burned from within. The heat pulsed rhythmically, and Gojyo thought he could feel Hakkai’s heartbeat through them.
“Hakkai,” the sound of his own voice, desperate and gasping, shocked him a little. He leaned against Hakkai harder, feeling his knees threatening to buckle as Hakkai’s hand curled carefully around his cock, a strand of vines seeming to emerge from his fingertips to brush over Gojyo’s cock, hot and teasing.
Gojyo’s legs did give out then, and he slumped against the kitchen table before Hakkai pulled him to the floor. He squirmed around on the cold tile, trying to wrap his legs around Hakkai’s hips in a silent request for Hakkai to hurry up since his voice was currently occupied with mumbling frantically as Hakkai stroked him. He finally managed to lie back on the floor and get Hakkai on top of him.
Hakkai reached up on the counter, knocking over a bottle of olive oil and spilling it onto his hands. It trickled onto the floor as Hakkai slicked his own cock, the vines still a bridge between them. They were getting hotter and tighter, almost digging into Gojyo skin where they curled around his wrists. Before Gojyo could focus on the vines for too long, though, Hakkai was very suddenly inside him, and moving.
Several months ago, Hakkai had found a book on tantric sex and wanted to experiment. They’d done it for several hours until Gojyo thought he was going to die and didn’t really care. This time, things didn’t last a fraction as long. Hakkai had thrust maybe three times, looking down at Gojyo with hungry, predatory eyes, his hair hanging in Gojyo’s face and nails scraping Gojyo’s hips, before Gojyo came hard.
Hakkai, still rocking his hips into Gojyo’s, swirled his fingers in Gojyo’s release, pooled on his stomach and licked it off his fingers. Gojyo had to close his eyes, feeling like the wind had been knocked out of him.
He lolled weakly on the floor as Hakkai thrust into him a couple more times and came with a hiss, leaning down to press his mouth against Gojyo’s throat. Gojyo managed to raise a hand and brush his fingers against the new length of Hakkai’s hair. He pressed his palm against the damp skin of Hakkai’s chest, just over one of the vines.
It moved under his fingers, and Gojyo felt the vines slide off his wrist, retracting back onto Hakkai. The skin they’d touched felt cold and a little sore. Hakkai’s cock was still inside him and his weight sandwiched Gojyo between him and the floor. He turned slightly to nuzzle Gojyo’s neck before pulling back.
Gojyo blinked and looked up at Hakkai, privately determining that yes, his eyes were definitely greener in this form. His teeth were sharper, too. Hakkai looked strangely pensive, almost worried. It was an odd expression that didn’t look quite right on this face.
Sleepily, Gojyo traced his fingers over Hakkai’s face, over the vine that cut down the middle of his face, over his nose. He tried to think of something to say, and couldn’t really come up with anything. He suspected it would take a couple hours of sleep before he could be ready to have a real, coherent conversation, and he hoped that wasn’t what Hakkai was expecting right now. He let his hand fall from Hakkai face, resting it on his shoulder instead.
“Warn me next time, okay?” he managed to croak. He paused, and then thought about it. “Next time,” he emphasized.
Hakkai looked a little surprised, and then his face lit slowly until he was smiling.
Gojyo touched the vines again and thought he’d never seen anything more beautiful.
emungere requested Hakkai/Gojyo vine porn. Look, it's actual porn this time! Yay!Gojyo stepped out of the shower onto the cold tile and shuddered. He fumbled for a towel and wrapped it around his waist, mentally reminding himself to tell Hakkai they needed to buy a rug or something for the bathroom floor. Now that it was winter it was torture to walk on the tile floor.
True, buying a rug would probably mean spending the whole day in one of those big kitchen and bathware shops while Hakkai pored over every item, but that way okay. Gojyo didn’t mind running errands with Hakkai, at least not as much as Hakkai thought he did. But that was all right too. If Hakkai thought it was a terrible chore for him, he got sympathy points which he could cash in later that night.
Yes, Gojyo thought with increasing pleasure, a bathmat definitely seemed necessary.
“Hey, Hakkai?” Gojyo shouted, scrubbing his hair dry as he wandered from the bathroom to the kitchen. “I think we need to get a…whoa.” He froze in the kitchen doorway.
Hakkai was standing by the sink. That was hardly unusual. In fact it was downright normal. But the thing that struck Gojyo immediately was that Hakkai definitely not looking normal. Long hair, long nails, vines slinking all over his skin…Limiters, Gojyo reminded himself. He’s just not wearing his limiters. The fact of the matter was, though, that Hakkai was not only not wearing his limiters, he was very decidedly not wearing anything else, either.
Hakkai turned to look at him, and Gojyo was really pretty sure that there was something he was supposed to say or do at this point, but higher brain function had sadly abandoned him. He blamed it on the sudden rush of blood from his brain to…places that were not his brain.
“Uh,” Gojyo said. Hakkai stared at him, and his eyes seemed to have gone several shades greener. Or maybe the pattern of vines across his face just made it seem like it. Gojyo discovered that he’d lost his capability for intelligent thought. He opened his mouth, closed it, and opened it again, some small part of him aware that he probably looked like a fish. The towel had slid off his shoulders to lie in a damp heap on the carpet. Shockingly, Hakkai didn’t appear to notice, much less care. Gojyo wondered if maybe he’d slipped in the shower and knocked his head and this was all some fevered hallucination.
Hakkai shook him out of his haze as he sauntered toward him, and sauntered was really the only word for it. Gojyo felt like a bug pinned to a piece of wood, a specimen for examination. Hakkai’s gaze was very intense and seemed to roam all over his body. Gojyo wasn’t entirely sure he minded the situation, though the last working bit of his brain insisted he really should.
Hakkai stood a couple of inches away, eye to eye with him. He reached out and the edge of his long claws skimmed very lightly over the flesh of Gojyo’s stomach. His hair tickled Gojyo’s shoulders, and he stared at Hakkai’s long ears slipping out from the long hair. Hakkai’s eyes lingered on his face for a minute before dipping down to his chest, his stomach and then lower. With a flick of the claws so fast Gojyo couldn’t even see, the towel turn to fuzzy shreds and dropped to his feet. Hakkai’s attention turned to Gojyo’s cock which was, unsurprisingly, really quite hard, as it had been since he’d first stepped into the room and laid eyes on Hakkai.
Hakkai reached out determinedly for Gojyo’s cock with familiar hands with brand new nails. Gojyo had to shut his eyes at the sight. He shuddered when he felt the skim of claws brushing over his naked skin, followed by warm fingers. “Um,” he tried once more, still clinging to the impulse to at least pretend to pay attention. “Um. Limiters?” Hakkai’s thumb circled the head of his cock and Gojyo stopped trying to talk.
“Not now,” Hakkai said, and his voice jolted Gojyo so much he opened his eyes. He’d never heard Hakkai’s voice like this before. It was hoarser, rougher, deeper. Hakkai stepped up, pressed his body against Gojyo, and he smelled like musk and something sharp and tantalizingly raw. One of his hands curved over Gojyo’s hip.
Gojyo gave up. He closed his eyes and opened his mouth and let Hakkai take hold of him. Hakkai’s hands seemed stronger than usual as they held him, not quite hard enough to bruise but firm enough that if Gojyo really wanted to get away it would take some effort. Not that he wanted to. That was the last thing on his mind. He kissed back fervently, clutching at Hakkai, distractedly wondering if they were going to make it to the bed or the couch or if they were going to do it right here in the kitchen. It wouldn’t be the first time, but the idea was sill somewhat thrilling.
Hakkai hand drifted down to grab Gojyo’s ass and Gojyo thrust his hips meaningfully against Hakkai’s. He hoped Hakkai didn’t have some sadistic plans for drawing this out, because Gojyo was as hard as he was going to get. Luckily, Hakkai seemed to be right there with him.
Gojyo pulled his mouth from Hakkai’s long enough to send Hakkai a meaningful look, a don’t be an ass, fuck me now look and run a finger over the vine patters on Hakkai’s chest. He was surprised to discover they were raised and slightly rough. He was even more surprised when they twitched under his fingers.
He watched, transfixed, as the vines lifted themselves, running over Hakkai’s skin like liquid, like something alive. They slid down and slipped over the linoleum floor, stretching, and curled around his wrist. Gojyo jerked at the feeling. They were hot, not like metal or like chi, but like something that burned from within. The heat pulsed rhythmically, and Gojyo thought he could feel Hakkai’s heartbeat through them.
“Hakkai,” the sound of his own voice, desperate and gasping, shocked him a little. He leaned against Hakkai harder, feeling his knees threatening to buckle as Hakkai’s hand curled carefully around his cock, a strand of vines seeming to emerge from his fingertips to brush over Gojyo’s cock, hot and teasing.
Gojyo’s legs did give out then, and he slumped against the kitchen table before Hakkai pulled him to the floor. He squirmed around on the cold tile, trying to wrap his legs around Hakkai’s hips in a silent request for Hakkai to hurry up since his voice was currently occupied with mumbling frantically as Hakkai stroked him. He finally managed to lie back on the floor and get Hakkai on top of him.
Hakkai reached up on the counter, knocking over a bottle of olive oil and spilling it onto his hands. It trickled onto the floor as Hakkai slicked his own cock, the vines still a bridge between them. They were getting hotter and tighter, almost digging into Gojyo skin where they curled around his wrists. Before Gojyo could focus on the vines for too long, though, Hakkai was very suddenly inside him, and moving.
Several months ago, Hakkai had found a book on tantric sex and wanted to experiment. They’d done it for several hours until Gojyo thought he was going to die and didn’t really care. This time, things didn’t last a fraction as long. Hakkai had thrust maybe three times, looking down at Gojyo with hungry, predatory eyes, his hair hanging in Gojyo’s face and nails scraping Gojyo’s hips, before Gojyo came hard.
Hakkai, still rocking his hips into Gojyo’s, swirled his fingers in Gojyo’s release, pooled on his stomach and licked it off his fingers. Gojyo had to close his eyes, feeling like the wind had been knocked out of him.
He lolled weakly on the floor as Hakkai thrust into him a couple more times and came with a hiss, leaning down to press his mouth against Gojyo’s throat. Gojyo managed to raise a hand and brush his fingers against the new length of Hakkai’s hair. He pressed his palm against the damp skin of Hakkai’s chest, just over one of the vines.
It moved under his fingers, and Gojyo felt the vines slide off his wrist, retracting back onto Hakkai. The skin they’d touched felt cold and a little sore. Hakkai’s cock was still inside him and his weight sandwiched Gojyo between him and the floor. He turned slightly to nuzzle Gojyo’s neck before pulling back.
Gojyo blinked and looked up at Hakkai, privately determining that yes, his eyes were definitely greener in this form. His teeth were sharper, too. Hakkai looked strangely pensive, almost worried. It was an odd expression that didn’t look quite right on this face.
Sleepily, Gojyo traced his fingers over Hakkai’s face, over the vine that cut down the middle of his face, over his nose. He tried to think of something to say, and couldn’t really come up with anything. He suspected it would take a couple hours of sleep before he could be ready to have a real, coherent conversation, and he hoped that wasn’t what Hakkai was expecting right now. He let his hand fall from Hakkai face, resting it on his shoulder instead.
“Warn me next time, okay?” he managed to croak. He paused, and then thought about it. “Next time,” he emphasized.
Hakkai looked a little surprised, and then his face lit slowly until he was smiling.
Gojyo touched the vines again and thought he’d never seen anything more beautiful.
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Date: 2006-09-04 01:26 am (UTC)also, you forgot to close an italics tag somewhere.
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Date: 2006-09-04 11:17 pm (UTC)Ack! Thank you! *fixes*
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Date: 2006-09-04 04:52 am (UTC)At the risk of sounding redundant this was hottet than hell. Great job on it!
Yeah, hi, random journal stalker comment, heh. Hi there.
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Date: 2006-09-04 11:19 pm (UTC)Speaking of adorable, your icon is too cute!
Hi! Welcome! *waves*
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Date: 2006-09-05 04:34 am (UTC)*Waves back* You're the one that got me hooked on CFUD, lol.
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Date: 2006-09-04 11:22 pm (UTC)'So, uh, Hakkai. Got any more book on sex?'
'No, sorry. But I did pick up a new book on mold specimens in desert climates! ♥'
'....great.'
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Date: 2006-09-04 11:55 pm (UTC)Or...
Gojyo: So, Hakkai. Got any more books on sex?
Hakkai: Hmm. Not at this moment. But I did pick up this interesting book that you should take a look at. It's called 'What to Expect When You're Expecting.'
Gojyo: Okay, cool. Wait...WHAT.
Hakkai: Ahahah. I'm only joking, Gojyo.
Gojyo: :(
Hakkai: ♥
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Date: 2008-02-02 04:52 am (UTC)Yeah, I love the idea of Gojyo learning things ... all kinds of things ... from Hakkai.
(I love the moment when Hakkai realizes what Gojyo's really saying at the end.)
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Date: 2007-01-06 02:34 am (UTC)This line killed me dead! hahahahah!!!
He blamed it on the sudden rush of blood from his brain to…places that were not his brain.
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