The room for bathing's not that big and it's swarming with heat from the bath water, but that's how it's supposed to be, anyhow. Then there's the little air afforded by the tiny window. Not only does Gojyo feel hot, he's having trouble breathing also, but he doesn't realize this until Hakkai takes off his hand from under his balls and holds it up before his face. That way, Gojyo has to open his mouth wide enough to crack his jaw just to take in what he figures is the wet scent of cypress from the floor and, this one he knows, the after-dusk smell of his own sweat.

When he leans his ponytailed head away from the wall, his bottom lip grazes the firm heel of Hakkai's palm. Even as he puffs his breath out and sucks it in again, he swipes his tongue across Hakkai's pulse, the taste of salt from Hakkai's own sweat sticking to its wetness. He licks him again, then his teeth snag the thin skin of the inside of Hakkai's wrist. His bite ends up harder than he intended, as Hakkai chooses that moment to press the equally firm heel of his other hand up and then down against Gojyo's cock.

"Ohhnghhh...shit, Hakkai..."

Gojyo bends his knees, lifting Hakkai's thighs that're splayed over them as well. That's only for a second because he unbends his knees again when, through the hazy fringes of his eyes, he finds Hakkai rubbing the inside of his wrist against his arm.

"Unh, sorry," Gojyo drawls. Then he seizes and clasps Hakkai's wrist with the intention of giving it a thick, sloppy kiss. He almost winds up biting it again, though.

Hakkai chuckles, as if Gojyo's tickling him. "It was only a little itch, Gojyo," but he doesn't really draw his wrist back, until Gojyo brings Hakkai's hand down from his mouth to lay it back nestled between his legs.

Gojyo's fixed with a smiling gaze and also pinned to his ass by long, candle-like fingers. Hakkai folds the fingers of his hand to Gojyo's balls while he works his other hand -- the index and middle fingers straight and stiff and the other three curled tight -- around Gojyo's cock, their rubbing motions deliberate, somewhat languid at first, only to grow hard and harder still. It's almost enough to drain all consciousness from Gojyo's head, his head that's now limp and rolling back against the wall. When he bends his knees again, and he's only half-aware of it, he scrapes the inside of his ankles against Hakkai's buttocks. What's clear to him, though, is he can't keep sitting still. His hips half-sway and half-twist at every point that pain slips into pleasure and then back. Blood continues to race down to his groin, hardening him until it's almost unbearable, though not in a bad way, and then Hakkai slides the sticky wet pad of his thumb over and around the tip of Gojyo's cock.

Gojyo can feel his ribs squeeze against his chest when he tries to inhale, and there's this sharp kind of ache driving into the center of his breastplate. While he breathes in air that's too scant for his taste, he drops open his mouth again and works up the energy to inhale. He tries to inhale deeper this time, only he takes in the intimate, arousing smell of warmth and pre-come from Hakkai's mouth. He tilts his face down just a little before swallowing what heated air he can and then nudging, insisting, jabbing his open mouth against Hakkai's parted lips. Then he thrusts a hand into Hakkai's thick brown hair, his fingers warming the metal of Hakkai's three limiter ear clips. Somehow it all fails to make Gojyo's breathing any easier.

The kiss they share's hard and a touch possessive, as if they're discouraging anyone who might be watching them with yearning, and while Gojyo has Hakkai's head caught between his right hand in Hakkai's hair and his left grasping Hakkai's jaw, Hakkai slips his arms from under Gojyo's arms and pulls their bodies to each other tight enough to almost crush, and he grips Gojyo's shoulders as if he'd collapse to the floor if he didn't, and the next moment Hakkai's hips start to writhe, and then he rubs his cock against Gojyo's cock, and Gojyo matches his movements, pressing each other's hardness against their abdomen, unceasing, eliciting sounds from the both of them that only heighten their immediate desire to screw the hell out of each other already.

Against his mouth, when he gasps, Gojyo can suddenly feel a slight heave in Hakkai's breathing. Not until they break the kiss some time later does Gojyo realize his breathing's no better. It does little to concern him in any case the moment Hakkai climbs and lifts himself to his knees and settles to a straddling position over him. Then Hakkai takes a low grasp of Gojyo's straining erection. Gojyo's fixed with another smile, and then Hakkai begins to slip the head of Gojyo's cock that's slathered with sweat and pre-come into his hole.

There're parts of him tingling and trembling, mostly his legs, when Gojyo slips and curls his hands around the sweat-dampened back of Hakkai's knees planted on either side of him, and he takes one deep breath. With one slow push downward, Hakkai sinks Gojyo's cock deep within him, and Gojyo has to grip the backs of Hakkai's knees with more force than he intends to when Hakkai leans one hand onto the edge of the bath beside them and the other hand on Gojyo's raised knee and then grinds and almost slams and weaves himself down on Gojyo, crying out and then gasping out and then moaning or hissing with every little circle he completes.

Gojyo's head strikes the wood behind him and his eyes close instinctively from the pleasure bolting through every strand of his being, but then he opens his eyes again as he simply has to behold everything that Hakkai does, from sliding his fisted hand up and down his cock, to curving his back, that Gojyo can see every tumble of sweat from Hakkai's throat to between his nipples down to his scarred belly, and Gojyo bites down on his bottom lip at every weave of Hakkai's hips that only impels him to thrust his hips up and take Hakkai hard and deep enough to almost make him bleed. Then he breathes. Sweat's pouring down every inch of him. Although the scorching heat from all sides of the room's come close to blurring his riveted gaze, Gojyo refuses to take either of his hands off Hakkai's knees to grab for a towel and wipe his eyes for even half a nanosecond.

And while the heat coursing through his body's grown fierce enough to scorch, Gojyo opens his mouth and sucks in more air into his lungs, feeling his throat burn along the way, that it leaves his mouth parched, but then after a while Hakkai comes and wets his chest even more and then Gojyo's back arches and he thinks he's screaming or crazy or something as he orgasms into the still-tightening clench of Hakkai's hole.

There're splashes of white about his vision, that Gojyo winds up going near-dizzy from the quickness and intensity of it all. It takes him a while to realize his chest's heaving, and that Hakkai's wiping it dry now with a towel. A grunt darts past his lips when Hakkai disengages himself from him a little too early for his liking.

"Don't move," he rasps out, but Hakkai's already working the towel against his crotch, too.

"Ah, we have to bathe now, Gojyo. Sanzo and Goku are waiting for us to finish."

Anyhow, Gojyo can't find it in himself to disagree, aching for a long, hot soak himself, but then he watches Hakkai sink his naked self into the bath, and it draws a moan out of him, a moan that itself gets himself yet again aroused, and he screws his eyes shut and frowns, and damn if this' all his chain-smoking taking a toll on his breathing and also damn if this heat isn't squeezing every smidgen of water out of his body and making him very, very hard for Hakkai like he was just seconds ago.

"...Hakkai. I'm fucking hot."

There's a smile, and it's happy. "You do know I concur, Gojyo."

END