Chapter 7: Hands off
Because so many of you were waiting for this.
After a lot of teasing, here´s a little something-something for you hentais. Enjoy XD
Warning: mature content.
When he opened the door, he looked into the startled face of a little teenage girl. Her big, blue eyes were gazing at him, as she tilted her head and examined him.
"Huh? Toshi? Whatcha doing here?"
The policeman had dark rings under his eyes and observed her with a hint of reservation. He was hesitating, struggling still, but in the end he sighed and got it over with.
"I need to kill a few hours here, do you mind?"
The redheaded alien girl eyeballed him for an instant, but then she grinned more dirtily than he expected any 14-year-old girl would do. "You wanna flirt with Gin-chan, ain't that about right?"
An irritated grunt and he lifted his arm to guide her attention to a pile of files stuffed under his armpits. "God no. I need to work and I can't do it in the barracks."
She gave in more easily than usual. Distracted, she put on her shoes and got her umbrella out of the closet. "Yeah, whatever. I was about to leave, anyway. You can use the apartment however you want. But no smoking!"
"You're going out?" was the redundant question. He didn't expect that. Suddenly, he felt like it was his fault she said that now. He didn't want her to leave her own apartment, after all.
"Yeah, I'm going shopping with the girls." Her face was bright and she was obviously excited. She smiled at him. "And then we're going to the movies!"
"Oh… I see…"
"Gin-chan's out, too, so you have the apartment to yourself. Tell him, I'll come home late today, will ya?"
The black haired man was a little taken aback. Wow, this was even more convenient than he had expected. Coming to the Yorozuya's place was definitely not his first choice, but if he had the room for himself, this was actually the best solution. Wordlessly, he stared at the little alien girl and nodded. Kagura grinned cheekily and winked at him.
"Next time, treat me to Korean BBQ, will ya?"
"O-okay…" How could he possibly resist this little gal's smile?
"Great! See ya around, then!" And like this, she dashed off and slammed the door shut behind him.
A quite puzzled Hijikata Toushirou remained in the Yorozuya's entrance. For a few silent seconds, he just stood there and stared into the room. This had turned out better than he had anticipated. So, without wasting any more time, he took off his shoes and entered the room. It was impossible to restrain a quiet "shitsureishimasu" while entering, though no one would hear. It was just common courtesy.
Just as Kagura had said, the apartment was deserted. It felt really odd being here alone. Like a foreign object thrown into another world. He wasn't supposed to be here, even though none of the three would be against it, he guessed. Still, he never had been here alone and it made him feel uncomfortable. So, quickly, without leaving much of a trace, he went into Gintoki's room and shut himself in, closing the fusuma and opened the window to the balcony. It was a warm and nice day and some birds were chirping outside.
The heavy documents he had brought with him, crashed down on the table and found their place next to a coffee can, which he had just gotten from a vending machine outside. The policeman didn't waste a single second, he sat down and opened the folders, spreading them out on the tatami mats in chronological order. He stripped his jacket and unbuttoned his vest, fished a pen from inside his pocket and started writing. God, he really had a shitload of paperwork to do.
Why did he come to the Yorozuya's of all places to work on a case? It was a short story, actually. He hadn't been able to sleep properly for the last nights and the days had been equally exhausting thanks to a certain blond coworker of his. Since the night they had been drinking together, Hijikata had been busy burning all the photos Sougo had been distributing. And hell, they were everywhere. From personal leaflets being handed out during morning training, to a shower of modified photos raining down the ceiling and an e-mail newsletter titled "The newest gossip about Hijikata Tsun-Tsun". He even found one of the photos in his wallet and for some reason or another, he had a hard time throwing that one away. So he had put it into the back part of his wallet, where no one would see.
His subordinates pretended they didn't care, but Hijikata knew some of them were secretly laughing at him. He would make them commit seppuku for it. He couldn't stand working there anymore. Not with such a big case about to go down. They had been monitoring a few drug lords for some time now and he recently got some Intel that there would be a big meeting soon. They still needed to find out when and where, though and he was working restlessly on it. A lot of citizens had already fallen victim to the drugs. There was a rich palette going around, too. From the usual soft drugs, to hardcore stuff to get high, poison someone or making people lose their memories. There even had been cases of drugs that rejuvenated people. He had seen a lot of cases where people aged ten years backwards to be young again or frustrated married couples who mixed the drug into the food or drinks of their spouses to make them more attractive.
In short, a lot of weird things were going around. And he was adamant about stopping it. The harusame pirates may had been destroyed, but that didn't mean the black marked stopped getting drugs. Since it was extraterrestrial business concerning the health of the national body, the Shinsengumi was in charge. And because most of his dear respected colleagues were goofing off the whole day anyway, he didn't have any other choice than to make it his project. Sometimes he felt like he was the only one actually working at this godforsaken place…
Well, Yamazaki and Sasaki were the only two exceptions, he guessed. The spy was busy scouting the drug deals and the bulky boy with the big sparkling eyes was getting him the remaining information. As for Kondou, he was stalking his beloved Otae again and was barely in the barracks in the first place. And Sougo… well Sougo was being a dick and spent all of his time scheming new ways to torture him, like always.
Long story short, that's how he ended up here. He needed to go someplace quiet, where he could work without anyone interrupting him. Gintoki's place was by far the last resort, but since he couldn't investigate in a public space this had to do. He couldn't think of a better place and honestly, this had turned out just fine. With all the troublemakers gone, he could really get things done for a change. So, lucky him, he guessed.
The grumpy policeman engulfed himself in the papers and sipped his coffee from time to time. He categorized them into groups, made out patterns and wrote down notes of any possible connections. He analyzed their territories and the customers, compared the victims and buyers and the background of the dealers. It was the kind of work he actually enjoyed. Well, this and going into action cutting down criminals. He loved being a policeman, now more than ever. He felt like he could really make a difference with his work.
Hijikata Toushirou was so absorbed in his paperwork that he didn't realize how fast time passed. Only two little breaks were squeezed into his working marathon and he spent them smoking on the balcony, eating an onigiri and using the bathroom. It was late afternoon by the time a noise made him flinch. It was the powerful shoving of a fusuma door at the entrance, accompanied by a whistling from someone whose voice he would recognize in any situation now. Well, it wasn't hard to guess who would waltz in here, anyway. It was his home after all.
Hijikata didn't bother to do anything other than to keep on working. He was scribbling down some notes about a certain drug dealer named Testujin* and decided to keep quiet until Gin would notice him on his own.
It didn't take him long, though. He casually heard him doing some things in the kitchen, switching on the TV and fangirling about Ketsuno Ana before he suddenly opened the fusuma to his room. Well, at least he had tried. Ignoring him, Hijikata kept analyzing his papers and hoped he would just leave him be.
But of course, that didn't happen. The silver haired man was genuinely startled to see him sitting in his room surrounded by a shitload of paper stuff. The disbelief only lasted a few seconds, however, until he started smiling.
"Oh my, what I nice surprise~"
"Welcome home…" was the disheartened answer of his boyfriend who still didn't bother to look at him. "Mind letting me work here for a bit? China said it's okay."
Amused, Gintoki circulated the documents and scrutinized him. "You working at my place? You got to be kiddin' me. How do I owe the pleasure?"
"…Sougo…" A pretty self-explanatory response.
And Gin chuckled. "I see. Well, I should thank him then. You never come by my place. I was starting to get lonely."
For only a moment, his eyes darted to him and he wasn't exactly pleased. "Suits you right. You shamelessly exploited my drunken state. I'm still pissed at you for that."
"I did what?" Grinning, the head of the household buckled down and eyeballed him. "Come on, I was being a gentlemen the whole evening. You really have nothing to be angry about."
Hijikata didn't intend going there. He wanted to work, after all. So he stared back at his papers and pretended to read them. "In any case, I came here because this is the only place where I can work in relative peace. Do you mind? I'm really busy right now."
The samurai couldn't stop grinning and was going through the sheets now, trying to figure out what they were. "Fine, fine. What are you even working on?"
"Drug case."
"And?"
"Nothing that should concern you."
He was giggling. "Damn, you're cranky today."
Hijikata closed his eyes and still tried his best ignoring him. He could see a throbbing vain on his temple, though. So Gin stood up and walked up to him, circling around the folders. With a low chortle, he kneeled down behind him and cuddled up to him, throwing his arms around his belly, kissing his neck.
"You seem tired. Let's take a break together. I bet I can turn that frown upside down."
"No, thanks." He showed no sign of affection and started scribbling in his notebook again. "As I said, I'm busy."
"Oh, come on~." A deep, seductive chuckle pouring out of his throat, he nibbled at his ear and let his fingers circle over his chest. "Kagura's not here and Shinpachi's at an Otsu concert. We shouldn't waste this opportunity. Let's get a bit kinky…"
As his tongue grazed his neck and his hand wandered down towards his crotch, Gintoki was confident of his victory. This usually always did the trick. So, understandably, he was quite taken aback, when the cop shoved his elbow in his face and pushed him back. His tone was pretty harsh.
"Leave me alone, I mean it. I came here to work and that's all. Keep it in your pants, will you?"
Almost a little shocked, he stared at him and pursed his lips. He had been really happy to see him here, but seemed like this bastard didn't come to see him after all. That made him a little mad, to be honest.
"Hmph, fine. When will you take a break then?"
"Later."
"Anything more specific?"
"No."
"Tsk, damn workaholic…" Pissed off, Gintoki got on his feet again and trudged to the door. He stopped there for a moment as if he was not sure of whether he should stay or go. Seemed like he decided to take it like an adult. A heavy sigh and he glared at him. "…Want a glass of water?"
It took a very long moment before he answered. He couldn't look at him, didn't want to either. Once he would decide to deal with him, this would be over. He needed all of his concentration for the case, so he would endure a huffy Gin for that sake. Eventually, however, he managed to voice a low reply. "…Yeah, thanks…"
A few minutes later, Gintoki put the glass on his table and obediently disappeared into the living room. He slouched down on the couch to watch TV next, though he had the decency to lower the volume. It was still pretty loud and distracting, but after some time Hijikata managed to get used to it. More diverting than the TV sound, however, was the thought of Gintoki being in the next room. It made him a bit edgy, to be honest. He didn't want to be so rude to him, but he knew he had to show him a cold shoulder. It was basically the only thing that worked against his clinginess. And as long as he needed to work, he would keep this up.
If he was completely honest to himself, he wanted to take a break and he wanted to spend the time with him. He wanted to share a coffee or two and ask him about his day. He wanted to hear one of his pointless stories and gaze at the crooked smile on his lips. He wanted to enjoy his company.
His heartbeat accelerated just a bit at this thought before he chased it back into the dark corner it came from. Not now. Once he gave in, he wouldn't be able to work for even another second today. And he really wanted to work. So he tried his best to ignore every sign of life coming through the almost closed sliding door and buried his head in the case.
Meanwhile, Gin was waiting. He was waiting and waiting and waiting and waiting. It wasn't like he was genuinely angry with him. He was just a bit disappointed and miffed and frankly, even a little jealous. Hijikata often showed him a cold shoulder while he was working, but today he appeared especially stubborn about it. And there he had been really thrilled to find him here. Still, he tried to be a responsible boyfriend, for once. But that turned out to be a lot more difficult than he had anticipated.
He couldn't relax with him bending over the table behind that paper door. He heard him scribbling and grunting from time to time. The TV wasn't that exciting either. And after he gulped down not one but three big glasses of strawberry milk, he didn't know what to do anymore. Well, he knew what he could do, but frankly, there was always something he would rather like to do. And that was spending time with that bastard on the other side. So, he was in a bit of a pinch.
Somehow, Gin managed to keep up this charade for a bit more than half an hour. An impressive accomplishment, in his opinion at least. But by then, he had enough. Why should he have him let his way, anyway? This was his house and he was his boyfriend. If he wanted to spend time with him, then he had every right to do so!
So, he decided to take action. Bluntly, he opened the fusuma to his room again and peeked at the cop. His face was a bit glum. He was sulking.
"…Later has been a long time ago…"
Hijikata didn't react for a while and his voice was gruff when he finally squeezed something out. "I need to work."
"…You said that already…"
"That doesn't make it any less true, does it?"
"…I feel stupid being over there when you are here."
"Then go outside. I'm sure there's a Pachinko machine with your name on it."
"Want to chase me out of my own home? And you call yourself a cop?"
"Do I need a search warrant to be here?"
"No, but you could at least be nice to me when you're occupying my room for your drug business."
Hijikata was grinding his teeth now, his tone rougher than he had intended. "If you want me to leave, just say it."
"…I don't want you to leave…" he responded, still fretting. "…But sitting over there is just weird."
"Alright, then do whatever you want. Just let me work in peace, will you?"
He had been waiting for something along the lines of that. With a small smirk, he opened the door even more and waltzed into the room equipped with a Jump magazine. Before Hijikata could even realize, he slumped down behind him and leaned his back against his, using it as a pillow. Obviously pleased, he browsed through the pages and hummed a song.
As the policeman felt his weight pressing against his back, he stiffened for a second. Another throbbing vain decorated his forehead, but he breathed in deeply and tried to keep calm. Well, it was his own fault, it seemed. But he could deal with that, he guessed. As long as he didn't talk, he could still ignore him. So the blue eyed man let him do as he pleased and started working again. It was harder now, though, because he couldn't move around so much. He endured it either way and started taking some notes instead.
They remained like this for a rather long time. Hijikata was bending his back from time to time, grabbing a paper or scratching his neck. Gintoki adjusted himself every time and read his manga in peace. It wasn't super comfortable, at least not in the long run, but he genuinely enjoyed the closeness. It was a strangely peaceful moment, to be honest and Gin could even relax. He was sliding down even further, though, until his head was leaning against Hijikata's rips in the end. The only sound left in the room was the scribbling of a pen and a scrolling through pages.
It was only when Gintoki was reading the newest chapter of One Piece that his good behavior started to crumble. He couldn't help it. Whenever he saw Nami's gigantic boobs, he kind of felt distracted. It wasn't like he was a particular fan of big ones, he just liked boobs in general. And Nami was one of the hottest babes in the series, at least in his opinion. He liked her cheeky comments and her rotten character. And well, her boobs, to be frank.
Instinctively, he bit his lip and felt the arousal spiraling through his intestines. He was still hot for this idiot behind him, but his no had been pretty direct and genuine. But they hadn't had sex for over a week now and he was getting unsettled. Normally, he didn't mind playing with himself a little just to relieve some pressure. But this week, he just hadn't been in the mood. He wanted to do it with him, after all. So he was pretty edgy right now and basically everything had the potential to make him horny. Like being close to a handsome cop or, well, Nami's boobs. God, he liked her boobs.
A few moments, he pondered what to do. He tried ignoring it at first and dedicated himself to finishing the chapter. He wasn't an animal, after all. But when another hot chick made her appearance and flaunted her rack, he knew he was doomed. Well, who the hell was he kidding? He wanted it. He just had to find a way to set this bastard in the mood, too. Chewing on his lips, he set the magazine aside and pondered.
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Hijikata was glaring into nothingness, deep in thoughts. He had been very pensive for a while now, but felt his head stinging. He needed a break. He knew it. And yet, it was hard to admit it, especially with Gintoki behind him. Also, he wanted to keep on working. So he closed his eyes and tried collecting his thoughts, relaxing for a second. There had to be a connection he was overlooking…
An odd sound caused him to lose his train of thought. At first, he couldn't pin it down, had no idea what is was. He only knew it sounded metallic and muffled. As he concentrated on it, he realized Gin was moving. Then, suddenly, the image was pretty clear. He was unfastening his belt and shoving away his yukata.
Hijikata didn't make much of it, though. So what? Maybe he had eaten too much and felt like he was getting fat. He tried to concentrate on his papers again, but the sounds didn't stop. A new, slow noise penetrated his ear and this one was easier to recognize. It was the yanking down of a zipper. The policeman didn't understand the exact dimension of that until he heard a rustling of clothes and an almost inaudible wet squelch and a soft humming.
"Hmm~"
More than just confused, his head turned around. He couldn't move much without robbing Gintoki of his cushion, but he managed to get a glimpse of what was happening. He held his breath when his hunch turned out pretty accurate.
"What… what the hell are you doing?"
Gin realized he couldn't see his face, but he knew he would hear his smug grin. So he swallowed a moan and kept his voice low, raspy and seductive. Yet, his comment was as blunt as ever.
"Masturbating."
"…I can see that…"
He could feel his tenseness and his gulp and it amused him. God, he loved his shocked reactions. Such a sweet, innocent man. Gintoki gulped and bit his lip as he stroked himself harder. He loved to tease him like that. And to prove that, he moaned again, softly, sensitive and prolonged. It wasn't hard to make it sound genuinely aroused. He was downright horny, after all.
"…Well,… if you don't wanna do it with me…" he was deliberately breathless and chewed his lips. "…I got to take care of myself, don't I?"
The stiffness of his boyfriend and his head still being bent so he could see, were a real treat. That he wasn't saying anything was a good sign, too. He had the feeling he was on a good path to get what he wanted. So he buried the back of his head even more into his rips and raised his chin enough so he could see him licking his lips. His chuckle was throaty and brash.
"…Uhh… you know… I'm so horny right now… I really could use a cock."
Checkmate, he thought and was pretty proud of himself.
Hijikata had a weak point for dirty talk, even though he was still dementing it. But Gin had seen through him real quickly. If he wanted, he could play him like a fiddle. He was going down~
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Suddenly, the cop moved and Gintoki's head began to drop. It was so fast that he didn't realize what was happening. The next instant, his head fell down into Hijikata's lap, well, half of his lap to be precise. He had turned around enough so he could face him, but not enough to do it completely. Gin's head was resting on one of his bent thighs now and could see the man hovering above him. The policeman had made a ninety-degree turn and his face was now within Gintoki's grasp. For just a moment, the Yorozuya was startled, but then a confident, smug grin attacked his face. He chuckled and raised his hands to grab Hijikata's head and pull it down into a kiss.
He didn't let him have it, though. Before Gin could bury his fingers into his hair, two strong hands clutched his wrists and held them in place. Squinting, the brash samurai looked up, only to find a grumpy man staring at him. He was pretty serious and somewhat sour, but after a few seconds, he smiled. It was a rather scary, to be honest.
"If you want it so badly, we're going to play this by my rules."
Gin couldn't deny he shivered for a second there. Seeing him making such a face… was really getting him started. He smiled, aroused and his tongue rolled over his swollen lips.
"Uh, how bossy~. I'm not used to that. Not from you at least. " He found this unusual aggressive side of him pretty damn hot. "Fine… what do you want?"
"First of all: hands off." It was a simple command and with so much authority, it gave him a real kick.
Chuckling, Gin did as he was told and dropped his hands. His eyes had a challenging spark in them, though. "Alright then. …Anything else?"
"Second…" For an instant, he paused and stared into his eyes, mercilessly. Though there was definitely some arousal somewhere, Hijikata appeared amazingly levelheaded. He liked that. "…Open your shirt."
Just for the split of a second, he stiffened at that. Then, he did as he was told, obediently. Clearly enjoying it, his fingers fumbled for the zipper and squeezed it between their tips, slowly unzipping his shirt for him. Teasingly, he was writhing now, shifting his body around so he could see his muscles while unhooking the zip at the end.
"Like that?"
"Yeah…" Hijikata almost whispered and watched him very closely, his eyes tracing down to his bellybutton. Gintoki shivered under that. Hell, that was erotic.
"Now go on ahead…"
It took him a breathless instant before he understood what he meant. He couldn't suppress a grin at that. Happily, he grabbed his own manhood and started stroking it anew. He was moaning louder now, invitingly, provocatively, withering some more under his gaze. But surprisingly enough, Hijikata looked unfazed. His face was pretty composed and it seemed like he wasn't having any of Gin's shit today. He just watched him meticulously; let his gaze wander over his lips to his strong neck, further down to his collarbone and chest, until he ultimately reached his bellybutton and below. He didn't seem to have any intentions to take the initative. Gin shuddered under this intensive glare and his stomach muscles twitched, feeling the glance as prominent as a touch. And even though this reserved, imperious demeanor of his turned him on, he didn't want to be at his mercy either.
So, with a cocky grin, he used his free hand to seize his neck and draw him down into a kiss.
But once again, the cop didn't let him. Instead, his face went pretty hard. "I said, keep your hands to yourself."
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With an obvious pout, Gintoki tried convincing him for a second, but as the handsome black haired man didn't give in, he condoned it. Seemed like he truly meant it this time, huh? He had never seen him this strict and unfazed before. Either he was really getting a hang of it or he was truly pissed at him. Gin was just a little bit unsettled by this. But he was pretty curious, too. He wondered where he was going with it.
So, a little bit begrudgingly, he kept his hands to himself and touched his muscle instead. He wasn't really into it, though. He had a craving for other things. Why bother jerking off on his own? This was no fun.
"What's wrong? Don't know how to handle your business?"
Gin needed a whole moment to stomach the fact that this sassy comment indeed did come out of his mouth. Befuddled, he stared up into his blue eyes and found a challenging grin there. No, he wasn't dreaming. Hijikata was indeed teasing him. He shuddered at that. Oh dear, that was sexy.
.
Still, his eye twitched and he grinned annoyed. "If you think you know something I don't, why don't you go ahead and show it to me, then?"
He was not going to take all of his bantering. Gin was not that passive. He was going to challenge him into touching him eventually, he vowed it.
But as it turned out, Hijikata Toushirou was not so easy to bait. He still made no attempt to touch him, but stared at his crotch instead, nodding suggestingly. "Take in its full length and use your right hand."
Ah, so he saw through that. Grinning defiantly, Gin did as he was told. Seemed like he wanted him to do it seriously, huh? Okay, the silver head thought and started moving his dominant hand. It did feel good, no doubt about that. But he still rather wanted another cock in his hand. A little bit frustrated, his hand started moving faster and he bit his lip. Damn it, he wanted him to hurry up and do him.
"Slower…" the command suddenly came with a gush of hot breath tickling his face. He realized Hijikata had bent downwards to him, hovering above his head but still not touching him. The sudden closeness forced his heart to make a jump and he gulped. Submissively, he followed his order and slowed down. He could still feel his breath on his face and a hand grazing his hair. The following whisper made him shudder. "…Good."
Abruptly, his concentration shifted and he could feel more clearly what he was doing. He felt the hardened but yet still soft skin under his fingertips, the grasp of his hand and the sensation when the muscle grazed the edges of his half opened pants. That, paired with Toushirou's closeness, his scent and his voice, made it feel pretty darn good.
"Now harder…" he murmured with a nip and kept his eyes fixated on what Gintoki was doing.
He wondered if he heard his gulp, though. Shivering for an instant, Gin stared down, too and tightened his grip. He was working slowly now, the touch firm and pretty intense. His heartbeat was accelerating and he could feel it pulsating between his fingers, rough and impatient. This was way more arousing that he liked to admit.
"Let me hear your voice…"
It was hard to resist something like that and even harder to answer it with the fake moans he had used before. Breathing in loudly, he gulped again and closed his eyes. Bad idea, he realized, but it was too late already. As he lowered his eyelids, the full impact of what was happening hit him and knocked him right out. He automatically gripped his manhood harder and moved the way he liked it. The scent of the man above him was filling his nose and his voice still resounded inside his head, making his stomach shake. Damn, this was going in the wrong direction.
Still, he couldn't fight it anymore. He was getting serious now, was too aroused to stop anymore. His gaze, the closeness, his haughty instructions, all of it was making him woozy. The longer this continued, the deeper he fell, the more unbearable it got. He wheezed loudly now, his breath tumbling, rattling. Being trapped like this, the Yorozuya became more and more restless and fidgety. He still wanted him to do him, damn it.
Instinctively, he withered and opened his lips, tried to kiss him. There was a shift this time and he could feel Hijikata bending down even more. But instead of a liberating kiss, a few of his black strands grazed his lips. He shivered and glared at him from clouded, half opened eyes. What an asshole.
He only saw a broad, vicious grin that was so rare on the commander's face. "Amazing… I'm not even touching you and you're already at your limit, aren't you?"
He couldn't help it. He blushed. There was some embarrassment, some reluctance about admitting that. But then again, this cocky attitude turned him on even more and he was indeed pretty spent already. So he began to shiver and felt his world moving. He was definitely approaching his limit.
"Hah… damn it. …Can´t you just fuck me already?" Gintoki almost begged now.
There it was again, this boastful grin that made him lose his cool. "Should I?"
"Yeah?" The silver head puffed. Jerk, jerk, jerk!
"Hmm…" He enjoyed himself that was for sure. His hand moved and the next second, the man lying on his lap could feel fingertips grazing his neck. It sent a hot-cold shiver down his spine and got his manhood pulsating harder. "How would you like it?"
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Uhh. He shivered and couldn't think straight anymore. His first impulse was to yap at him. Anything was fine, as long as he fucked him already! But then, he realized Hijikata was asking a genuine question. And being presented with such a choice made him ponder for an instant. Though, his answer was pretty obvious already. His lips were getting dry and he licked over them as he stared into blue eyes, desirously.
"From behind… rough…"
He knew he had to say the latter. Because if he didn't, Hijikata would be pretty tame. But he loved it rough and he loved it wild.
"Alright then." His voice was hushed, but still pretty coarse and dominant.
Blissful, Gintoki was stopping his hand. He was so aroused, it wasn't even funny anymore. There was no blood left in his head it seemed. He needed it. Now.
So when Hijikata's lips finally met his, he almost blacked out for a second there. A white flicker danced in front of his eyes and he couldn't suppress a moan. It was salivating. It felt so good, he couldn't tell left from right anymore. So his only choice, it seemed, was to throw himself forward, into the kiss of the man above him.
Hungrily, his tongue searched for his and he bit his lip when he found it. He was breathless now, arching his back to come closer. He wanted to touch him so badly. He tried holding back, but couldn't. When his hand made another doomed attempt to tousle his hair, the officer held his wrist and kept him in place. Gintoki was quivering now, felt his arm trembling, but in the grasp of Hijikata's strong fingers, he also felt amazingly save. He threw himself into the kiss, but all too soon the black haired man moved up again and smirked.
"No touching."
"Ha…" He couldn't keep his eyes open, had to squint the whole time.
"Do you want me to give you a blowjob first?"
Uhhh. How the hell did it come to this? He couldn't resist him any longer. "…Yes… please…"
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The smile that followed was truly a rare sight on the policeman's face. It sent another hot shiver down his neck and made his heartbeat dance. He watched Hijikata bent in the other direction and letting his head down above his crotch. He could barely reach it comfortably, but that didn't stop him from taking Gin's erection into his hand and shoving it down his throat. When his lips and teeth surrounded it, the silver-haired man couldn't hold back anymore. He moaned loudly and buried his fingers into his own hair, knowing he wouldn't be allowed digging them in Hijikata's scalp. A tremble rocked through his body and he wheezed, defenselessly.
When Toushirou started moving his head and sucked harder while using his hand to pull the soft skin downwards, Gintoki thought he was about lose his mind. Maybe it was this whole, odd situation, maybe the fact that he hadn't had sex for a while or maybe it was just that he loved Toushirou being so dominant, but he couldn't take any more of it. His breath tumbled and he was groaning now, quivering.
"Ah, w-wait! I'm already… I'll…!"
He didn't want to come in his mouth, so he tried his best telling him that.
He succeeded, it seemed, because the next second, the man pulled back and trapped his manhood in an unnecessarily hard grasp. Gintoki groaned anew and was in wet sweat, digging his fingers into his forehead. It took him a moment before he realized he hadn't come yet. He had been so close, his whole head was swimming already and his body felt numb. Hijikata's grip was still tight and it began to hurt a bit. What really threw him off balance, however, was his deep, mischievous voice the second later, as he hovered above his face and grinned.
"So? …Still want me to fuck you?"
Like a deer in the lights of a truck, he stared at him and couldn't understand what was happening at all. He felt his heart hammering inside his cock and against the cop's fingers curled around it. He felt the arousal still smothering him, screaming for release. He was such a bastard. Gintoki couldn't help but answer with a shivering voice. "…ah shit… yes… yes goddamnit…"
The mocking grin didn't disappear. "Well, I'd love to… but I don't have any lube or condoms on me."
JERK!
How could he be so levelheaded, anyway?! "Ah, it's…" he needed a long breath until he could finish the sentence. Weakly, he nodded to one of the cupboards. "…middle one… topmost shelf…"
Clearly amusing himself, he eyed him and tilted his head. "Fine… take off your pants."
.
He didn't really remember that he did, but when Toushirou came back, he was naked. So somehow, in his haze, he had managed to do as he was told. No time to be proud of that, though. He stared at the handsome man kneeling down before him and felt like he was in a dream. Especially, when the dark haired man was kissing him and shoving him down onto the rough tatami mats. His hands were warm and pressed against his chest, making him feel like melting candlewax. He was so exhilarated now. He couldn't wait to feel him inside of him.
Gintoki really tried his best not to touch him, but he slipped more often than not. The policeman tolerated that for the kiss and started roaming over his body, too. His muscles were shaking under the touch and his stomach was churning under the pleasure of it. The red-eyed man realized his partner was getting more aroused as well and started losing control. But even under his unsteady breath, he remained dominant. Not grinning anymore, he ended the kiss and seized Gintoki's hand, which had gotten lost in thick black hair. Panting just a little bit, he squeezed a big drop of lube onto his fingers.
"Put them in…"
It was less of an authoritarian order now, much more a heady ushering. Gin was barely in his right mind anymore. He felt a moment of protest arising inside of him. He wanted him to do it, for heaven's sake. But he couldn't think anymore, couldn't express any protest anymore, was completely blanking. He couldn't resist this bastard anymore. So, without any further complaint, he just did it. He wasn't normally that submissive at all. He had never been good in taking commands or waiting passively to get what he wanted. But right now, hell, the world was upside down. What was he supposed to do? He couldn't help it. Toushirou was so damn hot like this.
As his own fingers sank into himself, he was moaning again, louder. He didn't have any time to waste on being ashamed, even though he was a bit embarrassed. This wasn't his normal self. But he was too damn aroused to give fuck about that anymore. He was taken in by the spur of the moment and he was way beyond saving now. Right now, he only wanted to indulge himself into this.
While his partner was hovering above him without touching him, Gintoki stared into these blue eyes with a heavy panting cording up his throat.
And the handsome black haired man gazed back and made his heart fill with love. His eyes were soft now, still a bit cocky, but also caring and subtle. "Does it feel good?"
It was the first time the silver head was blushing for real. Even in his roused haze, he got that Toushirou meant that as a serious question. It felt strange. Really strange. Even though he loved this dominant, sadistic side of him, he also felt like this doting expression, this loving touch, these honest inquiries, suited him best. This was the part of him he adored, that he couldn't get enough of. This side that showed him, he was the only thing that mattered in this moment.
Gintoki chocked on all the love bubbling up inside his chest and it made his arousal even stronger. The more he got and the farther he went, the less resistance he had to offer. And he didn't want to, either. He wanted to submit himself to him. With his whole being lying bare in front of his feet. Maybe if only for once. So he could see he felt the same for him. His voice shivered and he didn't hold back anymore. "Yeah…"
It was plain obvious now, the officer was slipping too. Slipping deep down into his arousal, being smothered by it. He resisted still and somehow he even managed to hold himself back. His eyes were glassy and he bowed down to him, nudging his nose.
"…You want me to do it with you now?"
Gin couldn't suppress a wheeze and his fingers stroked harder inside of him, though he just couldn't reach it very well. He wanted him now, needed it now. It was driving him crazy. He moaned and bit his lip.
"Yes…"
"Turn around..." it was nothing more than a whisper.
His knees were jamming into the straw mats so fast, he didn't even remember how he did that. Time was a mess by now. But when he felt Hijikata behind him, digging his fingernails into his skin, he thought that didn't matter. Something hot pressed itself against his rear and he welcomed it with a tremble. It was Gintoki who ushered his hips backwards to end his longing. And when he felt their hips bumping together and the hot muscle pulsating wildly inside of him, he lost his mind for real. Blind with pleasure, it elicited a half suppressed shout from his throat and sent a tremor through his bones leaving him utterly helpless. His head dangled downwards and he ploughed his nails quiveringly in the mats below him. He wasn't himself anymore, only raw, uncontained emotions blurring his sight. He wanted more. So much more.
The next instant, he started moving passionately. Back and forth, to get more, riding him and showing no patience. His voice was distorting into an ecstatic heavy breathing now and he felt so close again. Just a little more and he would be free of this tedious arousal.
It only lasted a moment, however. With both hands, Toushirou grabbed his backside and stopped him, clawing his fingers into his flesh, shoving him forward to have more control. The hot, pulsating muscle almost slid out again, but he managed to keep both of them from moving any further. His voice was tarnished, soft but still dominant enough to make him listen.
"I didn´t say you could move."
Honestly, he was close to collapsing now. His whole body was shaking and his legs seemed like they wouldn't make it much longer. He bit his lip bloody and rattled under his breath. This was torture. He was no longer by his right mind. He was begging now, indisputably.
"Toushirou… don´t tease… anymore…"
He wouldn't listen. Instead, he just started moving very slowly again. His member was so hard and Gintoki so sensitive, he felt everything. The cop appeared relatively calm, but in reality his breath was toppling over. "That's what you get… for teasing me…"
"…please…"
His fingernails were digging into his behind, dragging the flesh up so he could feel even more. He warred heavily with himself and he knew, he wouldn't be able to keep this up for much longer, so he dragged out the last harassment this guy deserved.
"You want me to go faster?"
"Yeah…"
"You want me to go harder?"
"Yes…."
.
Hearing his pleading whisper, feeling his quivering self underneath him, seeing his upper body resting on the floor because he didn't have any strength left was seriously messing with him. In the end, Toushirou couldn't maintain his cool demeanor and slipped completely. The arousal was taking over and he let himself be taken by it, gratefully. And so, he closed his eyes and gave Gintoki what he had wanted all along.
Everything was blurring after that, he didn't exactly know what happened next. He was rougher than usual and he had to admit, it felt incredible. Gintoki's loud moaning also had a fair share in him losing himself in the moment. His body was hot and he was sweating. Hijikata regretted not having taken off his clothes, but there hadn't really been time for that. So he went with it and dedicated all of his attention to the groaning silver head in front of him. He had to confess, he liked him being obedient for once.
The man with the dark olive hair was just getting started, losing himself in the wild sex, when a loud, ruptured moan escaped Gintoki's throat. His head was hitting the mats and his fingernails scratched loudly over the mats. He could see him heaving heavily and cringing under him. Incredulously, he stopped and stared down to him. Even after a few more moments, he didn't move or say something and Hijikata understood what had happened. He couldn't suppress a snort.
"What? Did you come already?"
Gintoki's face was burning red and he hid it from him, still trembling and trying to catch his breath. "…Oh, shut up…"
The cop really had to laugh at him. "Wow, that was the fastest one yet. I mean, give me a break. I wasn't even close."
"Grr, asshole!" Obviously embarrassed, Gin finally wrested from the embrace and turned around. His cheeks reddened, he glared at him. "You're the one who was torturing me and didn't let me come! It was obvious that this was going to happen!"
Smiling, half genuine, half with a malicious delight, he slumped down to sit. "Oh, was it? Well, suits you right. I told you not to tease me."
"Grrr… Bastard!"
Amused, Hijikata's gaze grazed the man in front of him. He had made a real mess, but oh well… it wasn't his apartment, so none of his business. "And not even with extra help. This is the first time you've come from just sex, isn't it? Was I really that good or were you just plain desperate?"
"Youuu…" Though still utterly ashamed, Gintoki grabbed his collar and yanked him closer. "…Don't act all high and mighty, asshole. You're gonna pay for this."
"And how exactly would that be?" He chuckled, enjoying being on the other end for once. "Will you punish me with sex? Maybe you didn't realize in your horny delirium, but I got away empty-handed here. You owe me one."
His mouth dropped open and he shrieked in a high-pitched, embarrassed voice. "I owe you nothing, asshole! You brought this on yourself!" Not knowing how to cope with it, Gintoki shoved him away and got on his feet again. Glowering and pointing down at him, he yelled and couldn't hide his shame. "You know?! That's it! Since you're such a jerk, you can just jerk off! 's not my business if you come or not!"
"Looks like it, yeah." Hijikata just couldn't refrain from mocking him. This little fucker deserved it, once in a while. A smile flashed on his teeth. "…Mr. Quickdraw."
Hopping mad, the naked samurai grunted and seemed like he regretted all of his life decisions until now. He hollered, his head giving off little steam clouds. "I'm not-… AHH!"
Clearly pleased, Hijikata eyed him and got on his knees again, fumbled for a cigarette. "God, you made a mess. Take a bath, will you? You're all sticky."
"I would've taken one, anyway! Don't patronize me, you son of a bitch! And this is your fault! So get rid of this mess here!"
"What? Why do I have to do that?"
"Because I say so!"
"Ugh…" The Shinsengumi Vice Commander scratched his neck and closed his eyes. He didn't want to. But he guessed he should just get it over with. Before it dried and made ugly stains in the tatami mats. And after all, he didn't want to lose his working privileges here. "You're really cranky for someone who just got fucked his brains out." He was deliberately using his words. He wouldn't normally use such language, after all.
Next moment, the sharp edge of a folder hit his head and made him take cover. Gintoki was slamming the door shut and stomped into the bathroom.
"Oh, fuck you!"
Once Hijikata was sure that no other sharp objects could hit him, he looked at the door and chuckled. Well, he had to admit, it was kind of cute seeing him all flustered like that. He deserved it, too. Though, of course, he didn't mind. He wasn't as addicted to sex as the Yorozuya was. He would be fine, as long as Gintoki got his money's worth.
Sighing, he stuck a cigarette between his lips and looked down to his crotch to close his zipper. Only then he realized something was missing. Seemed like, in the spur of the moment, he had forgotten the condom… oops.
On top of that, he also realized not only Gintoki needed a bath and a fresh pair of clothes. His pants were all gooey and sticky with lube. Horrified, he jumped to his feet and tousled his hair.
"Oh shit!"
Annotations:
*Tetsujin means "strong man" or "badass" (literally "iron man" lol) and is a rather old word no one really uses any more.
Hope you enjoyed it! For all the GinHiji fans: they will switch roles eventually, just be patient. I love them in switching roles, after all. So please look forward to how Gin will convince him into being bottom 3