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by scribblemoose

Everywhere Hakkai turned there were writhing bodies.

But in a good way.

He twisted slightly, allowing Gojyo to suck more of his cock into his throat, arching his back at the same time to give Sanzo better access to his ass. Sanzo grunted approvingly and slid inside, more gently than Hakkai had expected, his long cock probing cautiously inside Hakkai's body, inch by inch until finally he was full and stretched and Sanzo's hips locked with his ass, Sanzo's arms locked around his stomach and his lips brushed Hakkai's hair.

"That's good," Hakkai whispered. "So good."

"If he hurts you I'll thrash him," muttered Gojyo, pausing in his sucking for long enough to glare up at Sanzo.

"Shhh." Hakkai threaded his fingers tenderly through Gojyo's hair, stroked the nape of his neck. He twisted around a little futher so he could nuzzle Gojyo's thigh, kiss his way up until he reached his crimson-dusted balls and eager, leaking cock. Teased and licked until Gojyo's hips started to rock before he took it in his mouth.

Full. Full of thick, warm, squirming flesh. Hakkai started to hum.

Sanzo was fucking him now, hands clenched around his hips, holding him still while he moved in and out and around and oh, God, hitting the right spot over and over, while Gojyo thrust gently into his mouth, and sucked on his cock hard and soft and hard and oh, fuck, so wet, until Hakkai couldn't do anything but surrender, melting into pure sensation and a wicked sense of debauchery that added fire to every touch.

He came in Gojyo's mouth, and again, later, in his ass, and once more over his own belly as Sanzo and Gojyo jerked off all over him. They fell into a reckless heap, still sticky and sweaty and feebly groping at whatever flesh was close at hand.

Sanzo was the first to sleep, leaving Hakkai cradling Gojyo to his chest, stroking the long crimson silk of his hair, kissing the top of his head.

"Was it better?" said Gojyo.

"Better than just you and me?" Hakkai'd guessed this would be coming. He hadn't lived with Gojyo all these years without learning about his insecurities.

"Well... yeah. I guess."

"No," Hakkai whispered, nuzzling Gojyo's hair, kissing the scars on his cheek. "Not better. Just... more."

Gojyo relaxed in his arms, and Hakkai felt him smile.

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