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The worst... [He mutters, but there's no heat in the words. Honestly, Hakkai just sounds amused. A little relieved. Needy as hell. He wants to make some comment about how they're both finally healed up enough for this, but it doesn't make it out of his brain. He is far too busy letting himself indulge in everything Gojyo wants to offer.]

[Taking it all in. Laughing lightly when they're reversed. He'll accept that. He'll take that. And if it isn't wanted, they'll figure it out.]

[There are... several times to figure it out, too. Like once it begins, he can't bring himself to stop. Like it's going to be yanked away again and he wants every little bit of physical sensation to remember it all by.]

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[Gojyo was good at sex. He liked it; he always had. He had fun, his partner had fun, good times for everyone. And something innate in him always helped him learn what his partner liked quickly. The way their eyes widened a touch, their throat bobbing on a rough swallow, a ragged exhale.

It being Hakkai he was with should have made him nervous. This was the first time he'd been with someone he really cared about -- what if he fucked up? What if Hakkai didn't have a good time? What if he thought this was a mistake after?

But he didn't. It was easy, in fact. Years of being able to read Hakkai lent itself well to actually sleeping together, as it turned out. He grinned wickedly, knowingly when Hakkai caught his breath. As they tumbled and sweat, sticky where their bodies met, it just felt right . Like maybe this is why he was so good at this. Thus moment right here.

Well, and the next one. And the one after that.

When they were both finally spent, breathing hard and tucked into each other, Gojyo rolled onto his side to wrap himself around Hakkai on his tiny bed. Breath blowing into his hair.

He was probably supposed to say something real romantic here. Touching, emotional. Shit like that. But all he could do was grin.]

Fuck. Fuck.

Yes... that's - that is what just happened.

[And if he's a more selfish man for it, then so be it. It's not something he wants to give away, trade away. He'll find another way to make reparations for leaving. Something that won't, eventually, hurt the man he's twisted up in bed with.]

[He's really here.]

[They really did that. Repeatedly. It's true. Their hands are threaded together. He can't remember where his monocle went. He's breathless and weighted down in a way he hasn't been in... in years. This is going to take some getting used to. Not that he's upset about it. Quite the opposite.]

I - I think I need to change the sheets.

[How's that for pillow talk. Nothing personal, Gojyo, you know how he is.]

Smart-ass.

[He presses a kiss behind Hakkai's ear -- then lets out a breathy laugh at the sudden, stuttered and blunt statement.]

A lot of laundry in our future, huh?

[Because this is isn't going to be an infrequent occurrence, Hakkai. Not if Gojyo had anything to say about it.]

Yes - Ah!

[Dammit, he is so easy for that little spot. How dare Gojyo have such a good memory for this.]

[So, in retaliation, he hums.]

[And starts to stand up - as much as he would prefer to remain here, and bask in the fact that, again, across multiple worlds, they seemed to reconnect.]

Indeed! In fact, I should show you how to do it here. [He's moving so... slowly... though...]

[Long, wiry arms reached up to wrap themselves around Hakkais waist, pressing kisses to the exposed skin he could reach.]

Fun as that sounds, I'm just so sore. Dunno if I can get up.

Are you really?

[There's skepticism there. Fond, exasperated skepticism. And a little concern, too. Because of course he's going to ask if this is serious or not. Just in case.]

[He can read that mood, sense the potential concern laced underneath light exasperation. So he takes on a tone Hakkai knows well too, complete with eyes as wide and innocent as he can make them.]

Oh yeah. You wore me out good. I can barely move. But--

[He presses a kiss to his neck, giving up the pretense for a grin.]

I can think of a cure.

[Oh curse you, sir. You who know him so well. He shakes his head, a laugh just under the surface.]

If it's that bad, then lie back and I -

[ DHSFKJSKDFDSJDS ]

... you are absolutely terrible. Do you know that?

[But he doesn't sound upset. Not in the slightest. That laugh is back. But he's still sitting up. As much as he doesn't want to actually leave bed, the urge to clean is rising.]

[More than, you know. Other things.]

Heard that before, yeah.

[He's grinning into Hakkai's neck now, no signs of letting go.]

Your fault for playin' with a guy then leavin him in a cold bed.

I'm sure you have. Repeatedly.

[A shake of his head.] The longer I stay, the more impatient I'll get to clean. You know that, don't you?

[He sighs dramatically, flinging himself back against the bed. His hair splays against the sheets, bright against the white contrast. He's definitely not pouting.]

Fiiine. Can't blame a guy for trying to hold onto ya a little longer.

Haha... Ah, the dramatics.

[He missed that. He really did. But he hesitates a moment longer. Looking over at the sprawled pout-monster.]

... You know, the shower here is perfectly functional. And quite warm.

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