What He Loved the Most
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Gensomaden Saiyuki › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
1,534
Reviews:
3
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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What He Loved the Most
Title: “What He Loved the Most”
Inspired by: 100_Roadtrips drabble challenge #63 Marked
Author: Cupnjava
Pairing: Gojyo and Hakkai
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Yaoi , language
Word Count: 384
“What He Loved the Most.”
He loved Hakkai. He loved the feel of Hakkai. The moans and the straining clamoring need from Hakkai which grappled with Gojyo every time they were together. He loved the thrusting and the breathing. He loved the heat and the passion. However, most of all, he loved the faint vine that emerged on Hakkai’s face when he was close.
Like now. Hakkai was close—oh so close. Gojyo slowed his strokes and watched the vine fade. He picked up his pace and it returned. Over and over again.
Short talons dug into his back forcing him to cry out. Fuck. One day Hakkai was gonna kill him with this teasing. Sweat rolled down Gojyo’s back and he wondered if Hakkai was aware of the marks that came out with passion’s apex.
He pushed further enjoying the drag shared between their sweaty skin. He carried on listening to bed springs squeak and scream. He bucked waiting for the sign. Yearning to see the—
There it was. The flash in one of Hakkai’s eyes. The flash of an elliptical pupil a half of a second before Hakkai cries out and starts to shake.
Dear god that was hot. The first time that shadowy demonic eye devoured him, he came instantly. Now, he climaxed just after it fades. He came with a rumbling moan and crashed against Hakkai’s chest.
Panting, he straightened his arms and scanned his lover’s face. A blush of passion. Wet glazed eyes that spoke of satisfaction. Puffy lips that called for a finishing kiss. No vine. He kissed his lover and wondered if he should share the secret.
No. That’d be his secret and his alone. Shame filled Hakkai’s eyes when he thought about his other form; Gojyo wouldn’t dare let something he loved be taken from him. Not again—Mom. Not for a second time—Jein. Not for a third time—Gonou. Not for a fourth time. Yeah, not for a fourth time. Never again. Never.
Perhaps, it wasn’t the vine that he loved the most. Perhaps it was the mix of human and demon—the man—behind the vine that he loved the most.
Gojyo broke the kiss and Hakkai’s fingers trailed through his long red hair. “I love you, Gojyo.”
That’s what he loved the most—being loved back. Definitely.
Inspired by: 100_Roadtrips drabble challenge #63 Marked
Author: Cupnjava
Pairing: Gojyo and Hakkai
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Yaoi , language
Word Count: 384
“What He Loved the Most.”
He loved Hakkai. He loved the feel of Hakkai. The moans and the straining clamoring need from Hakkai which grappled with Gojyo every time they were together. He loved the thrusting and the breathing. He loved the heat and the passion. However, most of all, he loved the faint vine that emerged on Hakkai’s face when he was close.
Like now. Hakkai was close—oh so close. Gojyo slowed his strokes and watched the vine fade. He picked up his pace and it returned. Over and over again.
Short talons dug into his back forcing him to cry out. Fuck. One day Hakkai was gonna kill him with this teasing. Sweat rolled down Gojyo’s back and he wondered if Hakkai was aware of the marks that came out with passion’s apex.
He pushed further enjoying the drag shared between their sweaty skin. He carried on listening to bed springs squeak and scream. He bucked waiting for the sign. Yearning to see the—
There it was. The flash in one of Hakkai’s eyes. The flash of an elliptical pupil a half of a second before Hakkai cries out and starts to shake.
Dear god that was hot. The first time that shadowy demonic eye devoured him, he came instantly. Now, he climaxed just after it fades. He came with a rumbling moan and crashed against Hakkai’s chest.
Panting, he straightened his arms and scanned his lover’s face. A blush of passion. Wet glazed eyes that spoke of satisfaction. Puffy lips that called for a finishing kiss. No vine. He kissed his lover and wondered if he should share the secret.
No. That’d be his secret and his alone. Shame filled Hakkai’s eyes when he thought about his other form; Gojyo wouldn’t dare let something he loved be taken from him. Not again—Mom. Not for a second time—Jein. Not for a third time—Gonou. Not for a fourth time. Yeah, not for a fourth time. Never again. Never.
Perhaps, it wasn’t the vine that he loved the most. Perhaps it was the mix of human and demon—the man—behind the vine that he loved the most.
Gojyo broke the kiss and Hakkai’s fingers trailed through his long red hair. “I love you, Gojyo.”
That’s what he loved the most—being loved back. Definitely.