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Hijikata Toushirou yanked harshly at silver locks. He’s fighting right now, he’s sure. Or maybe not — he was too drunk to discern what’s actually happening. All he knew was that this was a fight he’s going to win. The opponent beneath him had a sickening grin that just wouldn’t go away no matter how much Hijikata gripped at his jaw, and it annoyed him even more by the minute.
His hand moved down the man’s chin to wrap around his throat, “wipe that fucking smirk off your face,” he slurred.
Sakata Gintoki’s grin widened, and he tilted his head back so that his throat pressed harder against Hijikata’s palm. He wasn’t sure if it was the alcohol making his senses go haywire, but the sharp pain in his hair roots, coupled with the other man’s hand wrapped tight around his neck, felt too good to ignore.
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The event that had transpired two hours before this escalated too quickly for either of them to prevent this situation from happening. It was the last day of the year, and so Gintoki had been preparing to meet Kagura and Shinpachi at the dojo for a celebratory party. He was just about to put on his shoes when a soft knock came from the front door, which strangely enough, revealed none other than the stoic vice commander of the Shinsengumi. He was dressed in his casual dark blue yukata and a bright red scarf, with a cigarette half-lit in his mouth.
Standing rigidly at the entrance, Hijikata Toushirou had simply handed him a large bottle of sake, accompanied with a curt “drink with me.”
Gintoki blinked once, then twice. “Oi, oi. Are you insane? Are you already drunk?” He had deadpanned. “Who goes to a stranger’s house on the last day of the year to make a request like that?”
“Are you rejecting free alcohol?” came the reply.
Pause. Hmm . “Fine. We drink, then I’m out.”
“Fine.”
After passing the liquor to the silver-haired samurai, Hijikata had stubbed out his cigarette before stepping into the apartment, removing his sandals and placing them neatly in a corner adjacent to the doorway. He looked visibly uncomfortable, and for a second Gintoki wondered if he had been forced to come to the office by someone in the Shinsengumi for an errand.
The cop, on the contrary, had given the excuse that he and Gintoki never really had a chance to drink together that year and he had simply come to do so as per their usual annual routine.
Gintoki didn’t argue. Hijikata was right – it just wasn’t him to turn down anything free, especially if it was alcohol.
And so both men had sat in silence emptying and refilling their cups of sake, Gintoki on one sofa, lying on his side with his right arm propping up his head, and Hijikata on the one across his, both feet planted on the floor and his back reclined against the seat. The weather had been excessively chilly considering it was the beginning of winter, and the two samurai found warmth in the liquor that filled their throats and bellies.
It had initially started out relatively civil but as the minutes passed, the amount of violent threats and scathing insults that were exchanged between the both of them gradually increased, and Hijikata found himself moving closer to Gintoki with each grating remark. Ultimately, he ended up pinning the Yorozuya boss down on the couch, his knee wedged between Gintoki’s legs, left hand violently tugging at his hair and the other hand clasped around his neck with a grip so tight he was sure he could asphyxiate him easily if given sufficient time and intent.
He wasn’t sure if he was about to kill this man or not, but something about the bastard made him want to see him suffer.
Gintoki smirked, his eyes boring deep into Hijikata’s – as if egging him on to do exactly that. “The Demonic Vice Chief finally reveals his true colors after some drinks, eh? Should I be worried?” He wrapped his own hand around Hijikata’s right wrist. His hold was just as firm yet significantly more gentle, almost like he quietly signaling to the other man that he had no true malicious intent. “Isn’t this considered an assault on an innocent civilian?” He added.
“You’re not an innocent civilian. Innocent civilians quietly pay their taxes and stay out of trouble.”
“Don’t be mean, Mayora. I contribute greatly to the pachinko and liquor industry, you should know that. It would be a shame if anything happened to me.”
“You..” Hijikata leaned down further so that his forehead rested on the pillow beside Gintoki’s head, his lips parallel to the other man’s ear. “You talk too much.” He breathed out heavily. He had released his hold on Gintoki’s throat and let his right arm flop forward so that it rested on the sofa’s armrest behind the other man’s head.
As he did that, Gintoki felt a weird chill run down his spine, cross his stomach and straight to his groin. “That’s strange. You gave me the impression that you liked Gin-chan’s voice,” the silver-haired man retorted.
“Since when?”
“Since you kept giving me fuck-me eyes every time I opened my mouth.”
Hijikata shot back up in indignation, this time his hands on each side of Gintoki’s head. His cheeks turned a light pink, which blended with the flush he had already accumulated from the alcohol.
“I did not .”
“Did so. You’ve been doing it for the past two hours.”
The Shinsengumi officer glared at the man beneath him for a second, then decided to say what he thought was the most irrational comeback he’d ever given to anyone in his life.
“If I was the one giving fuck-me eyes, then why’re you the one on the bottom right now?”
In hindsight, the correct action Hijikata should have taken was to get up and leave the Yorozuya’s office immediately, but he was too inebriated to think straight – the only two things he could focus on at that point were the adrenaline pumping through his blood and the increasing arousal that accompanied it.
No – make that three things.
Sakata Gintoki . He watched as crimson eyes squinted irritatedly at the remark; studied the other man’s face as his brows creased subtly. It was almost like he was being put under a spell of some sort, and he couldn’t break his own gaze no matter how hard he tried.
And when Gintoki finally responded with a plain “you’re going to have to convince me better than that”, the gears in Hijikata’s head set into motion and with one swift movement, he pulled harshly at Gintoki’s shirt collar and crashed both their lips together.
The weirdest part was that Gintoki kissed him back with matched fervor, but despite the unusuality of it all, Hijikata didn’t complain, nor did he pull back.
As the Yorozuya boss slowly sat up and leaned his weight against Hijikata’s own, the latter’s left hand returned to the back of Gintoki’s head, messily carding through his hair with the same rhythm their tongues moved in. Both men were equally aggressive, but Gintoki was a force to be reckoned with. The samurai pushed forward, till Hijikata felt his own back hitting the armrest on the other end of the sofa. A rough hand caressed his shoulder before leisurely traveling down to his butt and giving it a hard squeeze, and Hijikata melted.
He allowed Gintoki to untie his obi and slide his yukata down so that the top half of his torso was completely exposed, and when Gintoki broke away from the kiss to plant another small one right below his earlobe, he bit his tongue to stop himself from letting out a moan. The silver-haired man didn’t stop; his lips traveled down Hijikata’s neck, leaving a trail of hot kisses.
When he reached just the top of Hijikata’s clavicle, Gintoki paused momentarily to suck on the skin with the full intention of leaving a bruise. It didn’t immediately register in Hijikata’s mind that it was an area that could be potentially visible even under a uniform, and in his drunkenness, he didn’t really care – it was only when Gintoki bit hard enough to draw blood that he snapped out of his lustful reverie with a pained yelp.
“What the fuck– what did you do that for?” He protested.
Gintoki only looked at him with the same inscrutable expression he always carried. “That was for calling me a useless civilian.”
“I never said that, asshole. It’s coming out of your own mouth, oi.”
Hijikata was getting annoyed. He was aroused as fuck – it was evident in the increasing tightness of his boxers as his erection grew. He couldn’t tell if Gintoki was just as affected considering he was still fully clothed, but he was amazed that the Yorozuya boss still had enough shamelessness to get on his nerves like that even at this point in time. He was just about to cuss him out when he suddenly remembered their initial conversation regarding his alleged fuck-me eyes, and he froze.
Fuck . He was supposed to prove Gintoki wrong, not do the exact opposite.
Just when Gintoki was about to lean forward to make another mark on his skin in retaliation, Hijikata hastily shoved his entire palm onto the other man’s forehead and pushed his head back with such force, he almost gave Gintoki whiplash.
“OW…! What the fuck was that about, bastard?”
“Stop talking.”
“I didn’t say anything??”
“Shut up and sit back down.”
“Don’t tell me what to do, Mayora.”
“I said-” Hijikata said quietly, “sit the fuck. Back down.”
Gintoki stopped in his tracks, mouth slightly agape. For a second, he considered making a sarcastic comment just to really piss the Shinsengumi vice commander off, but he didn’t. Hijikata suddenly had a frightening aura that radiated from him, and Gintoki was slightly alarmed. His mind entertained the possibility that he could have said something that had made the cop seriously angry.
“Did you or did you not hear what I just said?” Hijikata asked again.
It was unnerving for Gintoki to say the least. “Okay,” he finally yielded. “Okay”. Removing his hand from Hijikata’s back, he shifted his position so that he ended up sitting seiza on his end of the couch. After he did so, Hijikata sat back upright, the top half of his yukata still left crumpled on the pillow behind him.
“You still look like you’re about to leave the house and it ain’t fair.” Hijikata griped.
Gintoki stared warily at the other man’s face, then at the bruise on his neck, then back at his face again. “The hell do you mean?”
“Take it off.”
Hijikata stated his request matter-of-factly – as if he was merely asking a subordinate at work to run an errand – but Gintoki was perplexed.
“Heh, Hijikata-kun,” he laughed nervously, “that’s no way to ask someone to do something for you. You know, I heard there’s such thing as a magic word called plea-”
“I said, take it off.” Hijikata repeated.
The look in the vice commander’s eyes left no room for jokes or playfulness; Gintoki felt that he had no choice but to oblige.
Silently, he stood up from the sofa and untied his own obi, before stripping himself out of his yukata so that he was in his usual black shirt and pants. Hijikata watched him intently as he did so, and Gintoki wasn’t sure if it was the liquor still clouding his moral compass, but he thought it was extremely exhilarating. He rested his left knee back on the sofa once more in an attempt to inch closer to Hijikata, and as he did so, he unzipped his black shirt slowly before ridding himself of it entirely. He sat back down on the sofa. “Is this enough for you, Vice Chief?” he asked, observing the way Hijikata’s eyes roamed down the expanse of his exposed chest. He felt himself growing harder the longer the other man stared, and it was driving him crazy.
Hijikata licked his lips in response. “Good. Now lie back.”
“Oi… this isn’t your attempt to escape your fate of being a bottom, is it?” Gintoki tried to joke, but was met with complete silence.
The Shinsengumi officer had figured out the best strategy to intimidate Gintoki into doing his bidding, and that was to ignore him. As ridiculous as it sounded, he planned to purposely dismiss all of Gintoki’s efforts in lightening the conversation so that he would be awkward enough to do as he was told.
And it worked – because Gintoki, confused as he was at this abrupt change in Hijikata’s demeanor, promptly reclined back against the sofa’s armrest without another word.
Hijikata then moved forward so that his face was aligned with Gintoki’s chest and both of his legs were wedged in between Gintoki’s own. His breath ghosted along the skin, lips lightly touching it each time Gintoki’s chest rose and fell heavily from his own breathing. He moved downwards at a deliberate speed, pausing occasionally just to intentionally slow his pace and eat at Gintoki’s patience.
He stopped once more when he was just above the rim of Gintoki’s pants, which earned an annoyed grunt from the other man. It was a nice sound, and Hijikata decided he’d try to tease Gintoki a bit more, just to annoy him as payback for all the times he had irritated him in his lifetime.
The cop bit gently at the strained fabric around Gintoki’s groin, then slid both his hands along the rim of his pants and around the middle zipper, as if making a show of removing the clothing but not actually doing it.
Gintoki restlessly coiled one leg around Hijikata in response but didn’t say a word.
After a few agonizing seconds, Hijikata unzipped the piece of clothing and pulled down both Gintoki’s pants and boxers together so that the latter’s completely erect cock was finally freed; Gintoki breathed in sharply as he was further exposed to the cold air.
Hijikata felt himself throb at the reveal, and proceeded to discard his own yukata and boxers so that both men were now lying stark naked on top of each other, on a couch in the middle of the Yorozuya office. He soon returned to his original position and gave Gintoki’s cock an unhurried lick starting from the base, along its length, then finally ending at the tip with a slow swirl of his tongue.
Gintoki couldn’t help but react; it felt too good for him to pretend that it didn’t.
“Fuck.”
Instinctively, he brought one hand down to the top of Hijikata’s head, running his fingers through black hair to tug at the roots, but the vice commander slapped his hand away immediately.
“No touching.”
To make his point, Hijikata wrapped a hand around Gintoki’s wandering wrist and pinned it against the sofa pillow.
Gintoki protested at first. “Hah? Come on, Hijikata-kun. Don’t be unfair.”
“You touch me and I won’t do it anymore.” Hijikata stated plainly.
Silence. A few seconds pass.
“Fine.”
As Gintoki’s hand relaxed, Hijikata then took the chance to take the entire length of Gintoki’s cock into his mouth, and he was met with a surprised groan from the other man. He felt muscles twitch under his own hand, but he didn’t stop; lifting his head, he let his saliva drip down and freely coat the muscle before moving it back down deep enough so that his lips were touching Gintoki’s pubic hair and the tip of Gintoki’s cock was pressed against the back of his throat.
“Fuck, Hijikata-” Gintoki rasped, his one hand quivering in Hijikata’s grip while the other gripped at the sofa.
The vice commander didn’t falter. He wasn’t an expert dick sucker, nor was he proficient at pleasing another man, but he assumed that whatever he liked in bed, Gintoki would like too. After every few bobs of his head, he lingered on the tip of Gintoki’s cock, his tongue pressing firmly against the underside of the head then lightly running across the slit every now and then.
It felt fucking amazing. Gintoki had never received a blowjob from a man before, but if this amazing sensation was only the tip of the iceberg when it came to getting sexual with a man, then he wouldn’t mind exploring even further. He moved his hips in the same rhythm as Hijikata, grinding upwards whenever he dipped down, and drawing back whenever he came back up.
Hijikata on the other hand wanted more; hearing Gintoki’s half-suppressed groans wasn't enough. Reaching one hand down, his fingers idly fondled his own cock, which was already heavily weeping with precum from sheer arousal alone. He emitted a deep moan before he could help himself, and Gintoki looked down at him in response.
“Let me… take care of that for you.” Gintoki breathed.
“No.”
Hijikata looked up at Gintoki as he lifted his head again, lightly sucking at the tip once more before removing his mouth completely from Gintoki’s cock altogether.
“Just shut up and do as you’re told.” He snapped.
Hijikata wanted more. It was a sick impulse that had come to him randomly in the midst of their messing about, but he wanted to see the Yorozuya boss submit to him entirely. It was satisfying to see the samurai so oddly subdued, and even more satisfying to see him obediently do as he was told without a fuss. He wanted more.
Sitting back up, Hijikata proceeded to push Gintoki’s thighs further apart with his own knees, keeping his right hand firmly around the other man’s member. “Gintoki.”
“What?”
“Call me vice chief one more time.”
Gintoki almost sniggered. “You like it when I call you that?”
The alcohol had completely taken over Hijikata’s brain, and he had become more honest than he was used to. “Yes,” he replied, “I like it a lot.”
“Well then,” Gintoki continued, “please keep to your word and prove that you aren’t a bottom, Vice Chief .”
Hijikata however, glared at the man before him. “That’s not very sincere, Yorozuya.” he said in a low voice, intentionally brushing his right thumb across the head of Gintoki’s cock, making the silver-haired man jolt in response.
Gintoki hissed and tensed both of his legs. “The hell do you want me to say, Mayora?” he snapped.
“Say what you really mean.” Hijikata replied plainly, his expression unreadable. The cop was once again deploying the same tactics in throwing Gintoki off his guard to do his bidding, and the other man fell for it instantly.
Clicking his tongue, Gintoki considered his options. He could tell Hijikata to fuck off and deprive himself of a potentially mind-blowing orgasm later on, or he could play along and have the night end with a happy ending for them both. He decided to choose the latter.
Hooking a hand around Hijikata’s neck, Gintoki reeled him in closer to whisper in his ear. “ Please fuck me, Vice Chief .” he accentuated his words enough to send another shudder of intense arousal throughout Hijikata’s body, and the other man readily obliged.
Bringing his right middle and ring finger to Gintoki’s mouth, Hijikata pressed the digits to the other man’s lips with a single command. “Suck.”
Not taking his eyes off the dark-haired man, Gintoki obediently did as he was told, enveloping the two fingers into his mouth and coating them with saliva before Hijikata then retracted them with a pop and pressed the same middle finger against the rim of Gintoki’s entrance. The Yorozuya boss lightly jerked involuntarily at the foreign feeling, but he didn’t say anything – not even when Hijikata slowly pushed the single digit deeper inside him. He felt his cock twitch slightly in response.
Hijikata exhaled slowly. “You okay?”
“I’m not a virgin who needs to be coddled, Hijikata-kun. Get on with it.”
The Shinsengumi vice commander glared at the man before him once again and, almost out of spite, plunged his ring finger inside Gintoki. The other man groaned through gritted teeth at the intrusion. “Fuck you, Mayora” came the grumble.
Hijikata smirked to himself. Serves him right for being such an annoying bastard. He decided to add just a bit more pleasure to the pain, and wrapped his free left hand around Gintoki’s cock, which was already leaking with precum. As he slowly spread the two fingers of his right hand in a scissor-like motion, he used his left thumb to firmly massage circles into the underside of the cockhead, all while studying the expressions that flashed across Gintoki’s face in reaction to the sudden overstimulation.
Gintoki lost it.
“Fuck- Oi, Hiji- Fuck…!” He immediately reached a hand down to grip at Hijikata’s wrist as if to intervene, nails digging into the man’s skin. In spite of that, Hijikata continued, his eyes boring deep into Gintoki’s own as he watched the silver-haired man convulse under his touch.
“If you keep doing that then I’m gonna–” Gintoki began, but was interrupted with an abrupt pressure. Hijikata had abandoned his initial task and promptly circled his palm tightly around the head of his cock, just firm enough to make the area slightly numb. He had however picked up the pace of his right hand – his fingers entered and exited Gintoki at an increasingly rapid tempo, and the coupling of both actions drove Gintoki over the edge.
He very nearly whimpered.
Hijikata on the other hand was relishing in the newfound power he had over the other samurai. Each time Gintoki moaned, electricity shot through his body and down to his own crotch; he was brimming with impatience but had to force himself to keep his pace steady. He wanted very much to fuck the living daylights out of this man. He wanted to rail him so fucking hard, he wouldn’t be able to bother him for the next week because his ass would be too sore for him to even get out of bed.
At this point, both men had completely sobered up; neither of them could blame their following actions on being in a stupor anymore, yet they continued.
Hijikata finally removed both hands from Gintoki’s body and swung the other man’s legs over his own shoulders while aligning his body with Gintoki’s entrance.
“I’m going to make you cry, Sakata Gintoki.” Hijikata said straightforwardly.
Gintoki was about to object when all of a sudden, Hijikata thrusted deep inside him in one smooth movement; the slick that had accumulated from the previous finger-fucking had aided in his entry and both men couldn’t help but moan in messy synchronisation as it happened. Gintoki felt tight and hot around Hijikata, whose cock pulsated involuntarily at the new, warm sensation.
The shiroyasha, however, was determined to have the last say – even though Hijikata didn’t let him, no matter how hard he tried.
“You wish, you goddamn ba– haa -” Gintoki began, but his sentence was cut off by his own moan as Hijikata pulled his hips away and slammed back into him forcefully.
“You think you can tr– fuck -” He tried again, but Hijikata interrupted him once more with another deliberate thrust.
It was honestly hilarious, even if Gintoki didn’t think so. Hijikata observed the other man’s facial expressions with a straight face, both his hands supporting Gintoki’s thighs, which hung on both sides of his body. He moved his hips in an unpredictable tempo, going slow and steady for the most part then switching it up whenever he thought that Gintoki wanted to speak.
Gintoki on the other hand, didn’t expect Hijikata to be such a sadist in the metaphorical bedroom. It wasn’t like the cop had insisted to tie him up in typical bondage fashion, but he had reveled in watching Gintoki struggle, and was now obviously enjoying his inability to form coherent sentences without getting interrupted.
As if he could read his mind, Hijikata plunged into Gintoki once more, evoking a shameless cry of pleasure from the latter. He continued at a consistent speed this time, and Gintoki started to feel a powerful wave of pleasure wash over his being; he tensed his leg muscles in anticipation of his climax.
“Fuck— Hijikata,” Gintoki cursed between heavy pants, his right arm draped across his forehead so that it covered his eyes, “I’m gonna—“
Almost immediately, the Shinsengumi vice commander halted in his movement. “You’re gonna what?”
Gintoki nearly imploded. “Don’t— Don’t stop like that!” He pulled his arm from his face and glared at Hijikata. The other man however, was unphased.
“You’re gonna what?” He repeated, not moving a muscle.
The Yorozuya boss groaned. “I was gonna cum.”
“It seemed like you were.” Came the curt reply.
Gintoki furrowed his brow. “Are you- are you doing this on purpose?”
“Yup.”
“I’m gonna fucking kill you, shitty cop. Just let me cum already.”
Hijikata tilted his head, then quietly withdrew his hips so that his cock slid out of Gintoki’s hole completely. It was wet with his own slick, and he exhaled sharply as the cold air hit it. He then removed Gintoki’s legs from his shoulder and re-positioned them so that they laid flat on both sides of his own body. The other man held back a whine.
“Are you seriously stopping right now?” Gintoki asked.
Hijikata gave him a deadpanned look. “Do you want me to?”
Gintoki stammered a bit. “W-what kind of question is that, asshole? What do you think?”
“Well, if you want me to, you can simply ask.”
“You’re seriously getting on my ner-“
“You can do it, can’t you?”
“…what?”
Hijikata leaned forward, the fingers of his right hand idly drawing a line along the length of Gintoki’s cock once more. He rested his nose into the crook of the other samurai’s neck and nipped lightly at the skin. “I’m saying that you need to ask nicely, Gintoki.” He squeezed the head of Gintoki’s cock tightly, as if to make a point. “That’s not the way to ask for a favor.” he whispered, before straightening his back to peer back at Gintoki.
The silver-haired samurai let out an impatient grunt. He had been too close to his orgasm to deny himself of it now – as much as he hated giving Hijikata what he wanted so easily, he also couldn’t bear the thought of leaving this office figuratively empty-handed after such hard work. It’s the last day of the year, bastard. Give me a break, will you?
Reluctantly, he averted his eyes from the man on top of him and looked towards the far end of the office, somewhat embarrassed. “...please let me cum.” he mumbled under his breath.
“I can’t hear you. Speak louder.”
This goddamn bastard. “Please. Let me. Cum.” Gintoki snapped, veins popping.
“Please let me cum, what?”
Gintoki whipped his head back to give Hijikata an incredulous look, as if to ask: are you fucking for real ? Hijikata’s expression, however, remained apathetic, and Gintoki got the hint that there was no way he was going to get what he wanted until he did as he was told. He felt the heat in his face prickle with humiliation, but eventually powered through his shame and stared at Hijikata dead in the eye before delivering the magic words.
“Please let me cum, Vice Chief .”
“Good.”
Hijikata couldn’t hide his grin. It wasn’t often that he could have such a powerful hold over Gintoki. In fact, he couldn’t even believe his plan had worked. He was secretly dying inside from having to prolong his own climax, but Gintoki was crumbling beneath him from the pleasure and the embarrassment, and it made his efforts all worth it.
He reached his right hand down to massage Gintoki’s swollen cock once again, his middle and ring finger slowly sliding up and down the length of his shaft, while his thumb occasionally pressed firmly against the underside of the cockhead – earning him an extra spurt of precum that coated the tip of his thumb with another layer of wetness.
Gintoki had completely stopped holding back his own moans, and the office space was filled with an indecent chorus of lewd grunts and the wet schlick and squelch of a really good handjob.
“Ah… fuck.” Hijikata breathed, completely overwhelmed by his own lust. Carrying Gintoki’s right thigh up so that it rested on his lap, he used his free left hand to align his own cock against Gintoki’s ass once more. Not removing his other hand from the other man’s dick, he thrusted his hips forward and slammed back inside him, and Gintoki responded with a loud “...shit!” at the sudden intrusion.
The sensation of pleasure had somehow amplified itself after the small break, and Gintoki felt his eyes roll back into his head at the first thrust. Soon, he was gripping at the sides of the sofa again, ready to explode. The deathly combination of Hijikata stimulating both his dick and his ass at the same time proved to be too much for him, and he quickly started to go over the edge. He didn’t give any verbal cues to his incoming ascension, however, just in case the Mayora did anything stupid, like –
All of a sudden, Hijikata gave the tip of his cock a hard squeeze and stopped thrusting altogether, and any hint of the climax Gintoki was about to have immediately ceased.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck-” Gintoki was desperate, “ Fuck , please- Toshiro, PLEASE.”
Hijikata simply stared at Gintoki through half-lidded eyes. He waited a bit longer, and within those few excruciating seconds (at least in the other man’s point of view), Gintoki whimpered quietly, close to begging Hijikata to
please, just fucking move your hips
.
As if that was the signal he’d been looking for, Hijikata promptly resumed his thrusting and removed his grip from the head of Gintoki’s cock, instead lightly squeezing the appendage in between the knuckles of his middle and forefinger and letting his hand slide up and down the length in a gentle rhythm – contrary to the harsh tempo in which he was mercilessly plunging in and out of Gintoki.
Not even a few seconds later, Gintoki finally reached his high. He felt every cell in his body explode all at once; he clutched at Hijikata’s wrist with a violently trembling hand, propelling his hips upwards as he orgasmed. The sheer force of his own climax surprised even himself, and he swore his vision also blurred for a full five seconds. When it was over, he shut his eyes tightly before opening them again, and was met with the erotic sight of the Shinsengumi vice commander, drenched in sweat, thick cum dripping down his chin and flowing in streaks down his chest.
He should apologize for that.
Gintoki was about to open his mouth when Hijikata started to move again – droplets of sweat and cum flicking as his shoulders jerked backwards – and his sentence was replaced by a strangled whine.
“S-stop, too much-” he tried to say, but Hijikata didn’t slow down.
“I haven’t… cummed yet,” Hijikata panted between thrusts. “Asshole,” he added for good measure.
And so the dark-haired man continued pounding fiercely into Gintoki, who had been so wrapped up in his own climax, he had completely forgotten about Hijikata’s.
Every fiber of muscle in Gintoki’s body was twitching uncontrollably; the overstimulation that followed immediately after his orgasm threatened to tear any shred of consciousness he had from his mind. He was quite literally getting fucked stupid by another equally dumb samurai, and he couldn’t do anything about it.
After a couple vigorous strokes, Hijikata suddenly pulled out and followed suit in his own climax. With a harsh whisper of Gintoki’s name, he jerked involuntarily and spilled a generous load of cum all over Gintoki’s stomach. Exhausted, he breathed heavily for a moment as if to catch his breath, tilting his head back so that the room lights reflected themselves onto the glistening sweat dripping down his jaw and throat. A long pause ensued – with Gintoki, lying subdued on the soaked couch too dazed to speak, and Hijikata, too exhausted to say anything either.
Both men remained in their current state for a few minutes. Neither of them actually intended to move from their position for a while, and for a moment time seemed to stop, until the clock on the wall suddenly struck twelve.
“...Fuck.” Hijikata finally broke the silence. It wasn’t the most eloquent of words to use as a conversation starter, but his mind was empty at the moment, so that’ll have to do.
Gintoki continued staring at the ceiling. “You made me late for the party.”
“Happy new year to you too, bastard.” Hijikata scowled.
The two men finally worked their way out of their daze after they remembered that their respective found family were probably wondering where they both were. Gintoki let Hijikata use his shower, and took his turn in the bathroom after he was done. They made a vow to agree that the past few hours never happened; that they will never mention this to anybody, and that it’ll never happen again. After shaking on it, Hijikata quietly left the Yorozuya’s office without another word, and Gintoki watched his retreating back from the balcony of the building.
Turning to head back inside the office, however, Gintoki’s eyes caught a glimpse of a red piece of fabric carelessly tossed under the sofa, and he realized upon closer inspection that it was Hijikata’s scarf.
Well, it seems that he was going to have to return this to the Shinsengumi vice chief soon. Gintoki smirked to himself.
Maybe tomorrow night.