[ He can taste like anything Hakkai wants! Mint? Anise? He'll gargle lemon juice if that's what it takes to have this happen again. Strawberries and a shower, that's what he promised the priest, right?
Not that he's thinking about the priest right now. Not that he's thinking about anything other than the gentle press of Hakkai's lips to his own, that breathless point where Hakkai's tongue is hot and wet against his own, the solid muscle and hard bone of Hakkai's back beneath his hands. This close, Hakkai's face is a blur of pink and pale and green; Gojyo closes his eyes, hands fisting in Hakkai's shirt as he groans softly into his mouth.
He's hard against Hakkai's leg, of course, but that's only to be expected. ]
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Not that he's thinking about the priest right now. Not that he's thinking about anything other than the gentle press of Hakkai's lips to his own, that breathless point where Hakkai's tongue is hot and wet against his own, the solid muscle and hard bone of Hakkai's back beneath his hands. This close, Hakkai's face is a blur of pink and pale and green; Gojyo closes his eyes, hands fisting in Hakkai's shirt as he groans softly into his mouth.
He's hard against Hakkai's leg, of course, but that's only to be expected. ]