Our Peaceful Days
Summary: Thirty-nine prompts for the 39 pairing. Six years before the Journey started, Sanzo does his begrudging best at keeping his newfound pet properly fed and taken care of, and little Goku tries his eager best at making his newfound owner happy.
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A/N: Suggestive content is suggestive. Probably my most favorite chapter I've written. Because I'm a perv.
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XXXVI. Voice
Raspy, guttural, calming—those are the words that Goku thinks about Sanzo's voice. There has always been something about Sanzo's voice that draws the little demon in every time. The calm way when the man speaks of prayers, the soothing tones when he explains things, the austere air when he scoffs and follows his crude jokes with a mocking snort—these are some of the few things Goku likes about Sanzo's voice.
Goku likes Sanzo better when he's calm, better that than when Sanzo's voice raises into an ear-grating screech when he's really, really angry—
—but then, Goku likes that Sanzo, too. The scratchiness of Sanzo's shrieks makes him giggle—not that he will ever tell that to the man.
Tonight, Goku lays his head on Sanzo's chest, listening to the vibrations through the ribcage, its soft rumbles tickling Goku's ear with every word that Sanzo speaks. The blond reads him another story, one that Goku has stopped listening to seconds after it has begun—
—all he wants is to listen to the way Sanzo speaks. His every intake of breath, his short pauses, his beginnings of saying words that send goosebumps and shivers of delight down Goku's spine—
Goku smiles and buries himself deeper into the blanket as Sanzo turns the page, and reads the words with a quiet gruffness next to Goku's ear, its sound a whisper of a secret intimacy that makes Goku flush red. Sanzo notices it, but pays no mind as he reads once more, and this time, Goku squirms and holds back a small squeak when a hissing sound from a word resonates in his ear—
"I think you need to sleep," Sanzo mumbles as he closes the book and places it on the dresser. Goku buries his head on the pale clavicle, and rubs his face there. The little demon mutters something to his chest, and Sanzo tuts. "Speak clearly, idiot."
Goku lets out a breath and pouts when he turns away from Sanzo's collarbone. "Don'wanna," he grumbles, puffing his cheeks when Sanzo narrows his eyes at him. "I like hearing your voice," Goku then adds, grinning as he wiggles his toes. "So, no. I won't sleep until you sleep."
"Oh? Making deals now, aren't you? You cheeky brat."
Goku flutters his lashes and chortles, and throws his arms around the man.
It also doesn't escape Sanzo's attention that Goku has taken a deep whiff on his neck and has nudged his hips to his quite a few times.
The blond then decides to play along.
He starts out with the shell of Goku's left ear, his whispers a soft tickle to the demon's hearing. Sanzo's eyelids flutter at his own words, his voice deepening with each intake of breath. His lips inch closer to the inside of the reddening ear, and grins at the feel of Goku's goosebumps against pale fingertips. Goku whimpers and curls in on himself, only for Sanzo to follow as well.
Sanzo's grin widens against the flap of Goku's ear. "Got you. Now," he croons, moving to the other ear, "go to sleep."
Goku flushes from the ardor in Sanzo's voice—the tone rich and perforating his very core. He doesn't know when he has started to part his lips and pant, but by the time Sanzo has stopped stroking his ears with his lips and has lowered him to the bed, he feels a warm heat coiling around his belly as the long fingers toy with the tendrils of his splayed hair—
—Sanzo's lips curl into a smirk, and places a soft kiss on a stray bead of sweat dripping to Goku's cheek.
"What about now?" he asks, muttering his words to the boy's parted mouth. He hums, and lets out a snigger when he sees Goku's shoulders jerk, "Do you still like my voice?"
Goku's toes curl and his breath hitches as Sanzo's voice reverberates into deeper tones against his ear, each hot breath fanning on his face dipping him further into a heady feeling of losing himself—
—Goku nods, and Sanzo's lips part, showing the slightest gleam of his teeth under the moonlight.
A long, pale arm shuffles from underneath the blankets and reaches out to the gas lamp, turning it off with slender fingers.
The bed sheets sigh beneath Goku as his fingers curl and seek purchase against the rippling shoulders—and he soon grasps at the back of Sanzo's head, tousling the blond strands. His feet bend upwards, and his back arches further and further as he hears more and more of Sanzo's sultry voice.