This image was commissioned to illustrate a little snippet that just popped into my head. It may become a full-grown story one day, I don't know. But meanwhile it seemed mean not to share the image!

Please do not reproduce or alter without the express permission of the artist.

Here's the snippet.

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Gojyo fell back on the bed with a loud grunt and closed his eyes to fully appreciate the last few throbs of pleasure pulsing through his body. His sweat-damp hair stuck to his face, and his still-hard cock slapped stickily onto his belly. He loved it. Lying here debauched and well-fucked and still tingling in places. A waft of smoke drifted to his nose and he opened his eyes to see a cigarette hovering in his line of sight. He took it gratefully, sucked smoke deep into his lungs and blew it out in a long, thin line to mingle with Sanzo's somewhere near the ceiling.

Sanzo looked pretty blissed-out himself. He was sitting cross-legged at Gojyo's side, back perfectly straight, hair falling into his eyes, cheeks flushed and a stupid kick-ass smirk on his face that Gojyo took immense satisfaction at having put there.

"Good, eh?"

Sanzo sniffed. "Adequate."

But somehow his usual knack of crushing understatement was grossly undermined by the ear-to-ear grin on his pretty face.

Gojyo grinned back. "Best you've ever had, you mean."

Sanzo sniffed again, and didn't answer. But his eyes glittered in Gojyo's direction for a second, totally betraying him.

Gojyo lay back, head cushioned on one arm, and enjoyed his cigarette.