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Every time Sanzo lay there in front of Gojyo, legs spread, back arched slightly, it felt like a sacrifice.
Sanzo had looked that word up the moment it had first come to mind. Wanted to know how many ways he could twist it to mean something that didn't make him feel caught. Trapped
Sacrifice-- a giving up, destroying, permitting injury to, or forgoing some valued thing for the sake of something of greater value or having a more pressing claim.
Those words came to mind now as he once again found himself in the same position.
Gojyo braced himself above Sanzo, hands tangled in Sanzo's robes, and pushed in. Sanzo shut his eyes and bared his teeth against the pain of entry. He tried to focus on what Gojyo was saying. Something about him being "so fucking hot." It made him want to laugh, so he moaned instead.
He was....
Gojyo moved slowly and Sanzo wrapped his legs around him to meet his thrusts; one hand on his cock, the other on Gojyo's shoulder, fingers in his hair.
This was....
Gojyo leaned down to kiss him. It was wet and fevered and Gojyo tasted like cigarettes and stale beer. There was the hint of peppermint there too, as if he'd made some half-assed attempt to cover it up.
It was....
It was so much of the same and yet so much like something else. Like Gojyo's hand moving faster on his cock and the thoughts that wouldn't stop, incongruent like blood and rain. And with completion there was clarity. There was the understanding that it was only ever about feeling this (good?), that he had only ever been sacrificing to himself.
So later, when Sanzo wanted to push Gojyo away or leave, he let Gojyo put his arm around him and gave in.
Sanzo had looked that word up the moment it had first come to mind. Wanted to know how many ways he could twist it to mean something that didn't make him feel caught. Trapped
Sacrifice-- a giving up, destroying, permitting injury to, or forgoing some valued thing for the sake of something of greater value or having a more pressing claim.
Those words came to mind now as he once again found himself in the same position.
Gojyo braced himself above Sanzo, hands tangled in Sanzo's robes, and pushed in. Sanzo shut his eyes and bared his teeth against the pain of entry. He tried to focus on what Gojyo was saying. Something about him being "so fucking hot." It made him want to laugh, so he moaned instead.
He was....
Gojyo moved slowly and Sanzo wrapped his legs around him to meet his thrusts; one hand on his cock, the other on Gojyo's shoulder, fingers in his hair.
This was....
Gojyo leaned down to kiss him. It was wet and fevered and Gojyo tasted like cigarettes and stale beer. There was the hint of peppermint there too, as if he'd made some half-assed attempt to cover it up.
It was....
It was so much of the same and yet so much like something else. Like Gojyo's hand moving faster on his cock and the thoughts that wouldn't stop, incongruent like blood and rain. And with completion there was clarity. There was the understanding that it was only ever about feeling this (good?), that he had only ever been sacrificing to himself.
So later, when Sanzo wanted to push Gojyo away or leave, he let Gojyo put his arm around him and gave in.
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