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Hijikata Toshirou’s first stirrings of consciousness start slowly– the warmth of the comforter, the heaviness of his limbs. He flexes his fingers, then his toes, reacquainting himself with the tedium of the conscious world. Deep breath in. Slow breath out. With no small amount of regretfulness, he opens his eyes, the weight of the dream world lifting, the crust of the night pulling at his eyelashes. He blinks, the wooden beams of the dark room coming into focus, the blue light of the pre-dawn filtering through the curtains.
He turns his head.
Red eyes, half-lidded and lazy (and burning, and soul-piercing, and seductive, and stop it’s too early for this sappy bullshit, Toshirou), gaze back at him, before they blink and his head is tilted back towards the ceiling by a nose pushing its way through his hair, behind his ear. Another deep inhale. Another deep exhale. A leg pushes its way in-between his own, an arm is slung across his waist, and the insistent hardness pushing against Toshiro’s hip tells him that the idiot he’s in love with is about to open his goddamn mouth and ruin this whole moment of peace before he even hears it.
The hand holding his side flexes, stroking the warm skin of hip before flattening out again in tandem with another nudge from Gintoki’s boner, as if he somehow missed the first time it happened. Another breath, and Toshirou continues to gaze sleepily at the ceiling, counting down his last moments of peace.
“Good morning, Hijikata- kun ,” Gintoki rumbles into his ear, voice gravelly with sleep, the sound dropping deep into Hijikata’s stomach and sitting there, heavy and hot. It would almost be sweet, and Toshirou could almost pretend to to hope that whatever is going to happen next would be normal, except for the fact that it’s Gintoki and nothing the bastard says could ever be normal. He proves himself right when Gintoki follows it up with, “It’s really early , and I woke up with a bit of a problem, so can Gin-san please, please, pretty please, suck your cock?”
God fucking damn it. He hates being right. The circumstances of his life somehow lead to him usually being wrong, but when he’s right, it’s somehow always like this. God damn it.
Toshirou takes another deep breath and holds it, pondering everything that has led up to this point. He can feel Gintoki’s hand against his side, his palm burning a hot brand into his skin, his thumb stroking a path into his nerves. Gintoki’s atrocious bedhead doesn’t move from where it’s made itself at home next to him, and he can feel his idiot’s breath against his neck, slightly irregular and a little heavy.
He exhales. His irritation with the incorrigible bastard loses to the arousal crawling slowly through his veins. “Fine,” he says. “Good morning to you, too.” He knows that Gintoki can hear the irritation in his voice by the little laugh he gives under his breath as he starts to move, his smug expression half-visible in the low light.
Toshirou shifts so he’s propped up against the pillows as Gintoki moves down the futon, propping himself up on his elbows because even though Gintoki is an insatiable, horny motherfucker, he looks incredible while he’s choking on Toshirou’s cock, and even thinking about it sends a shudder through his body. Pot, meet kettle. It’s his karmic retribution. A demon for a demon.
He watches blearily as Gintoki gets settled between his legs, nuzzling Toshirou’s bulge with an indulgent groan before shoving his face into Toshirou’s crotch and inhaling like he’s a starving man. It’s always embarrassing for him to feel how much Gintoki desires him, and he feels his face flush, the warmth in his cheeks adding to the heady feeling of Gintoki’s want.
All is silent for a moment, Gintoki continuing to fucking sniff and nuzzle his dick because he’s depraved and filthy and much more open about it than Toshirou will ever have the courage to be. Toshirou watches him, watches the blue light shine brilliantly off of Gintoki’s hair, until the fire in his veins increases to a low roar and he can barely stand it anymore and Gintoki is obviously in the same boat, his hips shifting a little too conspicuously against the bedding for it to be discomfort.
“Gintoki,” he groans. “Get on with it already or we’ll be here all morning.”
He regrets saying this instantly, knows that this is the wrong thing to say when the man between his legs is a sadistic monster and would absolutely be willing to sit there for hours while Toshirou writhed and squirmed and pleaded and lost his fucking mind. Toshirou’s speaking from experience, after all. He even likes it, the masochist in his chest and the crossed wires from his life turning pain into pleasure. But not this morning. It’s too early for this shit, and Gintoki seems to be in a more cooperative mood than usual. He crosses his fingers when he feels Gintoki pause to lift his head up, and even though he closed his eyes after his idiot, blasphemous mouth moved on its own, he knows Gintoki is looking at him with that godforsaken shit-eating grin on his face.
“Oh? Oho? Hijikata- kun , is that what you want? Is that what you really want?” Gintoki leers, and Toshirou fucking feels his flush move further down his chest. He knows that this is part of the game, that his embarrassment and Gintoki’s enjoyment of it is agreed upon mutual destruction, but in the moment it still always feels so revealing, like it’s going to claw its way out of his chest.
Christ. Toshirou grits his teeth, scrubs his hands over his face, and looks down at Gintoki through the cracks in his fingers. Gintoki looks demonic, his teeth glinting as they’re bared with glee, his eyes shining in the darkness as he starts to massage Toshirou’s erection through his clothes mercilessly.
Toshirou throws his head back again with a groan. The low roar in his ears and the heat between his legs makes it difficult to concentrate on his words, and he swallows in an effort to help his words come out smoother than he knows he’s currently capable of. Evidently he waits too long to speak, though, because he feels Gintoki properly grab his cock before ruining him with a devastating upstroke, stopping at the tip and jabbing his fucking thumb straight into the center of the head. Toshirou wheezes, his whole body convulsing as Gintoki draws one, two, three firm circles over the tip before stopping again. Even through two fucking layers of clothing, it’s too much this early in the morning for Toshirou and Gintoki fucking knows it.
He struggles to sit more upright, hands scrabbling first at the futon and then fisting in the collar of Gintoki’s yukata as he drags him upwards to kiss him furiously, more tongue than tender, teeth clacking roughly as Gintoki’s hands simultaneously tear desperately at Toshirou’s obi.
“Gintoki,” he rumbles out. He can hear Gintoki’s breath leave in excitement. The kinky bastard always likes him best when he’s angry. “If you don’t fucking suck my goddamn cock sometime this morning, I will murder you in cold blood.”
And maybe Gintoki’s a bit of a masochist too, because his hips give a little jerk at Toshirou’s threat and he laughs lowly.
“Aye, aye,” he says, condescension practically dripping from his words. Fuck. Toshirou is so fucked up, because that gets him going even more. “I guess I shouldn’t deny the Demon Vice Chief what he wants.” And then he takes the whole head of Toshirou’s cock into his mouth, half-lidded eyes drilling into Toshirou’s as he sucks and Toshirou wheezes .
And people say that Toshirou has the oral fixation, he thinks to himself. It’s not really a secret that Gintoki is a bit of a slut, but there are few people that truly know Gintoki’s preferences, some of which are surprising, and one of which is that the man loves to suck dick, that he could sit there all day, filthy and begging for it. Toshirou almost suspects that Gintoki gets off more on sucking cock than Toshirou does receiving it.
Anyways, unfortunately, this is still to Toshirou’s detriment. Especially this early in the morning, Gintoki’s mouth is hot , and he’s drooling fucking everywhere, since the gross motherfucker has admitted to liking “Oogushi-kun’s manly odor,” whatever the fuck that means, and spent what feels like fucking forever sniffing Toshirou’s dick before even getting to the main event.
Gintoki’s acting like he’s been starved for this, shoving Toshirou’s dick as far down his throat as he can before moving back to the top, tongue running along the crown of his head, dipping into the slit, dragging wetly along the vein and moaning obscenely the whole goddamn time. When he finally buries his face in Toshirou’s pubes with a satisfied groan, Toshirou chokes on his own spit, grabbing a fistful of Gintoki’s hair and practically yanking him off of his dick because holy shit it’s too soon for this and Toshirou will never live it down if he comes this soon oh my God–
–And Gintoki has the nerve to grin up at him, face flushed, eyes drooping lower than usual, spit and precum marring his face and one of his own hands working in-between his legs. Toshirou’s hips give an involuntary little jerk, and the tip of his cock nearly touches Gintoki’s lips again with the strength of it.
Gintoki opens his mouth and sticks his tongue out and Toshirou is just gone .
He swallows roughly, throat clicking as he swallows his own moan, and guides Gintoki’s head back down onto his dick. They’ve done this too many times to count, but Toshirou is still a little hesitant to start off roughly, even with Gintoki’s own encouragement. He notices Gintoki’s arm is still moving, still jerking himself off even as he takes more and more of Toshirou’s dick, and manages to get his shit together enough to rasp out, “Don’t touch yourself.”
Gintoki gives a groan but acquiesces surprisingly easily, moving his wet ( disgusting, holy shit it’s disgusting, but why is it still hot) hand to grip Toshirou’s thigh before moving it under his hips and grabbing his ass.
And then Toshirou starts moving, moving Gintoki’s head slowly at first to give himself the comfort of the lie that Gintoki needs an adjustment period before gradually going deeper and deeper until Gintoki is almost choking on his cock and Toshirou needs to take another second to breathe because he can feel Gintoki’s throat moving and the heat and wetness is almost too much. Tears trickle out of the corners of Gintoki’s eyes and Hijikata tries not to think about how this is the only time he’s seen Gintoki cry, even after everything–
No. Mind back on track, Toshirou. If you can still think , you’re failing the mission here.
Gintoki seems to sense his overthinking too (fuck this weird fucking mental connection they seem to share. Why does it only work to inconvenience himself?) and seems to deign it reasonable to get Toshirou’s mind back to the present by doing nothing other than taking his free hand and jabbing his fingers straight into Toshirou’s perineum as he swallows Toshirou whole.
Which.
Fuck.
Toshirou’s mind practically whites out at this, a strangled yelp punching its way out of his throat as he yanks Gintoki’s head deeper onto his dick, his hand grabbing fistfulls of the bastard’s hair as his stomach and legs seize up, practically crushing Gintoki between his thighs. His whole body snaps shut, electricity fizzling out through his fucking fingers as Gintoki’s hand refuses to relent, massaging deeper, a firm pressure on the outside of his prostate, and Toshirou’s hips can’t seem to decide whether or not they want to chase the stimulation or run away from it. He comes, messily, embarrassingly early, the strength of it at odds compared to the fact that the fucking sun hasn’t even risen yet, and his ears start ringing with the force of it.
Holy shit.
When he opens his eyes, vision blurry from how tightly he screwed them shut, he sees Gintoki’s smug fucking face leaning over him. He doesn’t even have to see clearly to know that Gintoki looks absolutely insufferable right now. He pants, chest heaving as he blearily stares up at this guy that decided to absolutely just ruin his life .
Speaking of ruined, Gintoki looks like a fucking mess , with tearstains and drool, running down his face and his cheeks red with exertion, his hair in clumps from where Toshirou must have nearly yanked it out by the roots and his lips swollen and messy. He sticks his tongue out at Toshirou, showing him his own fucking jizz before swallowing it and smacking his lips the same way he finishes off his weekly allotted parfaits.
Toshirou’s dick twitches valiantly but uselessly at that. If Gintoki is a disgusting mess, then what does that make him, as someone who willingly sleeps with said disgusting mess and obviously enjoys it.
He contemplates his life choices again. Maybe in another life he’ll become a farmer and live peacefully, tending to his rice patties.
That fantasy is soon shattered when Gintoki practically collapses against him, shoving his face against Toshirou’s neck as he shoves his fucking dripping dick against Toshirou’s thigh, rutting against it like he’s an animal and not a perfectly civilized (okay, civilized-ish) human man. He mouths messily along Toshirou’s neck, biting and licking before making his way over and dragging Toshirou into a sloppy kiss. Toshirou can still taste his cum on Gintoki’s tongue, and maybe if he were a stronger man he’d pretend he hates it, but even he has enough self awareness to admit that someone who likes mayonnaise as much as he does has no place to complain. And, well. Hrm. Anyways.
“Oogushi-kun, Hijikata… Hijikata-kun, Toshirou, Toshi, please,” Gintoki begs, in-between desperately panting into his mouth and his hands roving desperately over Toshirou’s skin. He still manages to sound sarcastic at the beginning, but it dissolves away in his desperation, leaving him just sounding wrecked and raspy from Toshirou’s cock. He hikes his leg up against Toshirou’s hip, grabbing Toshirou’s hand and shoving it desperately lower. “Toshirou, please, I need you in me right now or I’m going to die, your precious Gin-san is going to die empty and alone and bereft and neglected because his boyfriend can’t be bothered to take care of his wilting little flower–”
If Toshirou was a stronger man, he would be able to resist the living embodiment of obnoxiousness attempting to shove his fingers dry (ouch, Gintoki what the fuck) up his asshole, but, well, Toshirou can admit that this may be his greatest weakness. He groans, finally managing to bully strength back into his limbs and flips Gintoki onto his back, groping blindly for the bottle of lube that he knows is somewhere in the covers from the last time they fucked (last night, please don’t judge him, Toshirou is a hot-blooded man who has eyes and an extremely hot boyfriend, okay) while Gintoki practically claws at his back, chanting filth in a littany of please and fucking finally and why are you going so slow Toshirou, I need you right now–
Which then dissolves into a low, punched out moan as Toshirou manages to finally open the cap and dribble a little too much lube over his fingers before roughly shoving his middle finger up Gintoki’s asshole. Maybe they’re both a little masochistic, both a little fucked up, because Gintoki only ever seems this crazed when he’s been made to wait for it and Toshirou is a little fed up with him.
Gintoki clenches around him, a fucking vice grip around Toshirou’s finger as he attempts to start moving his hand back and forth. He’s still running his mouth, babbling nonsense and taunting Toshirou for taking his time, legs hooked around Toshirou’s body as Toshirou fights him to be even physically able to move his arm against the full grown man writhing uncontrollably against him. His dick is red and weeping, precum beading up from the tip and flushed from inattention.
“Gintoki, I swear to God, stop moving if you ever want me to get a move on,” Toshirou hisses as he pins Gintoki’s leg and hips down with his free hand and leg in some sort of fucked up wrestling hold. Gintoki continues to struggle for a moment before abruptly relaxing, his hips still making minute movements down onto Toshirou’s finger, his dick twitching as it thrusts into nothing. His eyes are watery and he’s panting, open mouthed. His skin is splotchy down to his chest and his yukata is gaping obscenely where it lies open, his obi miraculously holding on for dear life as the rest of his yukata puddles around his waist.
Toshirou takes a brief second to stare appreciatively at the sight before releasing Gintoki’s hip and leg and settling down more comfortably in-between Gintoki’s legs, a reversal of how this whole thing even started. He pumps his finger in and out a few times before adding his ring finger, stretching and scissoring. He can feel Gintoki’s wanton moan reverberate down from his chest and he gets to work undoing Gintoki’s obi properly.
By the time he’s gotten the obi undone and Gintoki’s yukata open properly so he can admire Gintoki’s shapely tits, Gintoki has started to get whiny again, breathlessly demanding more, so Toshirou shoves in a third finger and crawls up Gintoki’s body to latch his mouth onto Gintoki’s nipple. Gintoki is sensitive here and Toshirou doesn’t hesitate to take advantage of that fact, biting and sucking at Gintoki’s chest as Gintoki squirms around him and claws at his back, raking his fingernails down and doubtlessly leaving welts in their wake.
That shit stings, and while Toshirou isn’t necessarily complaining, he still decides to take revenge. An eye for an eye, they say. So he does what’s simply natural as a competitive and spite-driven human being, and curls his fingers upwards while pressing in with his thumb.
Bingo.
Gintoki wails and his nails dig in even deeper into Tosohirou’s shoulders. He feels a spot of wet warmth where Gintoki’s neglected cock is pressed up against his stomach and he hurriedly unlatches his mouth from Gintoki’s abused tit and removes his fingers, grabbing the base of Gintoki’s dick tightly and feeling him practically sob as he shudders from the sudden lack of stimulation. He watches as Gintoki’s stomach muscles clench and unclench as Gintoki takes heaving, shaky breaths, before turning his head to meet Gintoki’s desperate gaze.
Toshirou can see tears in the corners of his eyes and in the pit of his stomach he feels a dark curl of satisfaction. His own cock stirs weakly, but he ignores it in favor of savoring this brief moment of quiet. It takes Gintoki a few more breaths to get his shit together before he relaxes fully.
Hijikata takes a deep breath and slowly lets go of Gintoki’s cock. They stare at each other for a moment before Gintoki’s mouth curves into a wobbly smile. “Hijikata-kun, I don’t want this to seem like an emergency, per-se , but Gin-san and his little Gin-san down there are getting a little bit desperate. Haha.” Toshirou feels a vein pulsing in his forehead. “Is Oogushi-kun’s revenge satisfied now? Is he happy now? I know you just did that because you were embarrassed over coming early. It’s no shame to come early, you know. It’s only natural when you’re with someone as handsome and experienced as Gin-san, you know.”
Toshirou closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. He tries to tune out the idiot who still hasn’t shut up even after being edged within a minute of his life but ultimately fails, tuning back into Gintoki’s monologue just to hear, “You don’t have to overcompensate because you came so early, you know. Gin-san is a pretty understanding guy,” and decides, with no small amount of murderous intent, to end it. His growing arousal has transformed itself into infuriation, so why not both?
He roughly shoves his fingers back into Gintoki’s asshole, roughly curling them upwards to hit Gintoki’s prostate. He uses his other arm to grip Gintoki’s hips and pull them flush against his stomach so his cock is trapped against him, and bites down hard onto Gintoki’s other nipple. He hears Gintoki fucking scream and Gintoki’s legs clamp down again against Toshirou’s back, pulling his fingers and his hand closer while Toshirou continues to massage his prostate.
Gintoki’s incoherent at this point, incomprehensible noises spilling from his mouth and tears are fully running down his cheeks. His chest under Toshirou’s mouth is sweaty and sticky with exertion and he squirms as Toshirou releases his nipple to lick broad strokes over it.
His own erection is becoming difficult to ignore, so Toshirou finally sits up and straddles Gintoki’s leg, rutting his cock against Gintoki’s thigh while pressing his thumb into his perineum. He roughly grabs Gintoki’s cock, jerking him off quickly and twisting at the head. Gintoki finally shuts up at this, his mouth opening and his throat working soundlessly, his voice fucked out of him as he comes, body bowing off the bed and hands fisting the covers, cock jerking harshly in Toushiro’s hand as he milks Gintoki through his orgasm, with Toshirou following suit shortly after, coming all over Gintoki’s bare leg. Toshirou continues to move his fingers as Gintoki shudders through his climax until he feebly pushes his hand away, the overstimulation tipping towards painful.
They both gasp for breath in the aftermath as Toshirou collapses on top of Gintoki, squirming upwards until he can reach Gintoki’s mouth. They kiss, softly and gently as sweat cools on their bodies. Toshirou’s itching for a cigarette, but he doesn’t want to get up, so he settles for nibbling at Gintoki’s neck and shoulders as they come down, letting his hand trace circles around Gintoki’s bruised chest.
Gintoki shakes as he breaks out into a fit of giggles. Toshirou lifts his head to squint in suspicion at Gintoki, but Gintoki just shakes his head before burying his nose in Toshirou’s shoulder.
Toshirou has a hunch that Gintoki is laughing at him, because he often is, so he cautiously grumbles, “Don’t see what’s so funny, bastard.”
Gintoki’s breath puffs out over Toshirou’s skin in amusement. “Nothing,” he says, and for once he feels sincere. Toshirou isn’t sure what to make of it, his own chest feeling suddenly tight at the sentiment he hears in his tone. “Just happy to be awake this morning. For once.”
Toshirou lets himself smile at this. Maybe he will allow himself to admit he loves the bastard.
Gintoki’s mouth moves against his shoulder. “And, I made silly little Hijikata-kun come twice. It’s because he’s so lucky to be with someone as devilishly good looking and generous as Gin-san. Who else would let their boyfriend cum twice while he only cums once after being edged within a minute of his life?”
Toshirou frowns. “Never fucking mind,” he says out loud, shoving a hand in Gintoki’s face and pushing him away as his partner cackles maniacly, even as he’s being shoved out of the futon.
Good fucking morning, indeed.