Flashback

from the Admission series
by scribblemoose

Sanzo wrenched open the door and stood there, half naked, watching the inevitable leer appear on Gojyo's face as he looked him up and down.

"Did you want something?"

Gojyo's leer widened.

"I mean... oh, never mind. Come in." And he moved back from the door to let Gojyo in, registering the reassuring click as it swung closed behind him.

"Hakkai's taken Goku to the fair," Gojyo said. "They should be gone for hours."

Sanzo stubbed out his cigarette and shot a narrow-eyed glance at Gojyo over his shoulder. "So we'll have to think of something else to occupy the time once you're done."

But Gojyo just smirked at him. "Never let yourself enjoy it, do you? Or rather..." and Sanzo couldn't stifle a gasp, quite, as Gojyo came up behind him and wrapped strong arms around his waist, lips brushing the ticklish spot behind his ear. "... You never admit to yourself just how much you do..."

"Just...." Sanzo reached behind him to undo Gojyo's belt.

Gojyo murmured and nuzzled into Sanzo's hair as Sanzo dealt with fastenings and openings and delved inside his pants to find what he wanted. Hot and hard and - Sanzo acknowledged grudgingly - pleasingly long and thick. Springing eagerly into his hand, begging to be stroked. Gojyo stripped Sanzo's jeans open and off, shoving them down to mid-thigh, just far enough for Sanzo to spread his legs a little, allowing access for Gojyo's lube-slicked fingers. Sanzo bent forwards over the table, clutching at the far side so Gojyo wouldn't see how much his hands were shaking. Unable to supress a shiver of pure pleasure as Gojyo stroked his ass, his thigh, snuck around to caress his belly and take his cock in a firm, knowing grip. Stroked a few times, just enough to distract as he pushed inside. Sanzo yelled out and reared up, still clutching the table edge. No pain. Just this feeling, the feeling that kept him coming back to Gojyo every time he told himself he wouldn't do this anymore... full and hard and every inch of him throbbing with desire.

"Shhh," Gojyo soothed, nuzzling his hair. "Take it easy."

Sanzo couldn't do much more than gasp.

"Your hair's so soft," Gojyo murmured in his ear. "Sunshine..."

Sanzo squeezed his eyes tight shut, hiding from feelings he wasn't ready to admit he had, and for a moment he wasn't there at all. Not in the bare room in the Inn in fuck-knows-where. Not with Gojyo. He wasn't even....

There was light, a lot of light, and the faintest smell of honeysuckle drifting across the room. He wasn't spread out over a hard, creaking table but a bed, silk sheets a soft caress against his naked skin. Hair flowed down his back but it wasn't Gojyo's, it was his. The voice that whispered in his ear was just like Gojyo's, but somehow, he knew, it wasn't....

"That's it, Konzen. Nice and slow."

"Don't tell me what to do. If I want it fast I'll-"

"But you don't. Believe me. I know just what you want."

"But Tenpou..."

"Doesn't mind. I promise. He's been in those books for days. When he gets like that he doesn't mind who I... what I do, so long as he gets some peace and.... shit, Konzen, you feel so good. Let me make it last. Let me make it..."

As quick as it had come the vision faded, and Sanzo was back on the table, Gojyo pounding in his ass, tugging just right on his hair.

"...good," Gojyo murmured. "Let me make it good..."

Sanzo felt himself relax, stopped humping back into Gojyo's thrusts and began to writhe instead. Heard Gojyo's groan of pleasure and let himself enjoy it.

Just for now.

~owari~

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