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Hasegawa skips down the street towards the pachinko parlor, a wide grin stretched across his face. He's definitely feeling lucky today! He rubs a hand greedily over the little vial of golden powder he managed to score.
A little vial of lucky powder, apparently. And all he had to do was give the man with the obnoxious laugh his makeshift sunhat! Such a small price to pay! Guess Zuracchi must be popular if obnoxious laugh guy was so intent on getting his wanted poster. If that fond look on his face was anything to go by.
But who cares about that! Hasegawa's about to be a super lucky winner at the pachinko parlor!!! And maybe after that, he'll test his luck at the races!
...Gotta start small first, though...maybe it's a sham and Hasegawa traded his sunhat for nothing! But the powder's such a lovely golden color! Sparkles just so when it catches the light! There's nothing else it could possibly be!
"Oi." A voice suddenly drawls, "What's with the smile, Hasegawa-san? It's creepy."
Hasegawa looks up to see Gintoki leaning against a wall proping a Jump volume open lazily with one hand, an eyebrow cocked upwards, unimpressed at a poor Madao's good fortune. Hasegawa huffs, "I'll have you know, I'm about to be super luck—" he cuts himself off. Maybe it's best not to tell Gintoki...he might try to horn in on his good fortune!
What would Gintoki need with good luck anyways! He lives above a bar and is (sometimes) gainfully employed! Lucky powder should be reserved for people who actually need it! Not (sorta) productive members of society!
Hasegawa quickly hides the vial behind his back, away from Gintoki's covetous gaze. "Hmmm?" Gintoki says, head tilted, "What was that Hasegawa-san?"
"N-nothing!" Hasegawa says, looking anywhere but Gintoki, "Nice weather we're having today, eh?"
"Something about being super lucky you said?" Gintoki pushes off the wall, snapping the Jump volume shut with a satisfying thwump. He sets it down on a pile behind him. Guess it's recycling day.
Ah. Hasegawa feels like he's starting to sweat now, "Oh, you know..." he says, adjusting his sunglasses, "Just feels like it my be super lucky day what with the weather..."
Gintoki leans in real close invading his personal space. Hasegawa swallows hard vision filled with silver hair and amused red eyes. Suddenly, Gintoki's hand is on his ass squeezing hard. Hasegawa lets out an undignified squawk, face burning (trying desperately to ignore how his dick twitches to life at Gintoki's touch).
Hasegawa covers his face with his hands, realizing too late that this was Gintoki's aim. He leans back, a self-satisfied smirk on his face, "Now what's this?" He asks inspecting Hasegawa’s lucky powder, "Are we sure it's something an immigration officer should have?"
"Former immigration officer..." Hasegawa mumbles
"Even still." Gintoki tuts, turning the vial over in his hands, "Could be considered a bribe, y'know." He then levels Hasegawa with a look that sends something hot and jittery down his spine, "And you weren't even planning on sharing any with your old pal, Gin-san? For shame."
Hasegawa groans, he wants to say something but he has a sinking feeling that whatever he says will only egg Gintoki on more.
"Hmmm, that's not an answer, Hasegawa-san." Gintoki says with a smirk, and he makes to pocket the vial.
"Ah! Noooo!!" Hasegawa shouts, and in his panic grabs at the vial, "Gin-san, please...! Just give it back! I need it!"
Gintoki holds fast to the other end of the vial, "Times are tough, Hasegawa-san." Gintoki says with an exaggerated pout, "We all need some luck these days. At least you only have yourself to feed. You know how much Kagura-chan eats."
Hasegawa tries valiantly not to let that pout distract him. But it's proving difficult when all he wants to do is capture those lips with his own. Maybe after he wins big at Pachinko, Gin-san will reward him with a kiss or something (not likely, but a guy can dream).
They struggle over the vial like they're playing tug-of-war until, somehow, the stopper comes undone. Hasegawa watches in horror as, if in slow motion, the contents spill out and all of his precious golden powder spills over Gintoki.
Nooooooooooo!!!!! Hasegawa wants to scream! He just wanted to get lucky! Why can't he have this one little thing???
Hasegawa sniffs sadly...maybe this was for the best...who knows if the stupid powder even worked anyways. If it does, maybe he can just follow Gintoki around for the rest of the day and catch some stray luck from him or something...guess there could be worse ways to spend the afternoon.
"Well..." Hasegawa says, scratching his cheek, "Wanna go to the pachinko parlor and test your luck?"
Gintoki doesn't answer. He's been oddly still since the powder was dumped on him. Hasegawa figured he'd be gloating by now and Hasegawa would be trying not to stare.
Abruptly, Gintoki grabs Hasegawa by the sleeve and he's being dragged into the alley near the pachinko parlor. They make their way behind a dumpster and Hasegawa asks, "Gin-san...?" Did he fuck up? Is Gintoki actually mad that all that powder got dumped on him...?
Hasegawa's about to apologize when Gintoki levels him with an unreadable look and crowds into his space. He smacks his head against the wall behind them, but hardly notices with Gintoki's lips suddenly on his. Teeth clack against his and a hot tongue licks into his mouth. Static fills his head and all he can taste is strawberry.
After what feels like an eternity and yet only a breathless instant, Gintoki pulls away. Hasegawa's breathing hard, heart pounding so hard he can feel it in his fingertips. He notices a string of drool still connecting his mouth to Gintoki's. If Gintoki's little game of grab ass hadn't made him hard before, he certainly is now.
"Damn..." Gintoki sighs breathlessly, "Your sunglasses make you look so sexy."
"A-ah..." Hasegawa breaks eye contact, face burning. You can't just say that to a guy, Gin-san...
"It's true you know." Gintoki says with a smirk, "Don't gotta be shy about it. Hatsu doesn't know what she's missing." He then presses his lips to the pulse point on Hasegawa’s neck. He explores the patch of skin quite thoroughly before chomping at it none-too-gently, causing Hasegawa to yelp in pain. Gintoki gives a satisfied little hum and then soothes the bite with his tongue, and Hasegawa's yelp turns into a strangled moan.
God. He's such a tease. And Hasegawa just lets him. Even though anyone could catch them out in the open like this. And that's just what they need, isn't it? To catch a public indecency charge from the Shinsengumi. That really would be falling to the bottom of society together. The thought sends a thrill down his spine. Hopefully the dumpster is adequate coverage...
Hasegawa’s attention is brought back to them moment when a hand snakes its way up his abdomen leaving a hot trail that makes his stomach muscles tighten. "Nnn...!" He makes an embarrassing noise as sly fingers pinch one of his nipples sharply.
"You know," Gintoki whispers in Hasegawa's ear, voice husky, he nibbles on the lobe before he nipping and sucking his way down the column of Hasegawa’s throat, "If I were your wife, I'd never have kicked you out." He switches to Hasegawa’s other nipple, flicking and twisting the sensitive nub. Hasegawa's knees feel suddenly weak, overwhelmed by the dual sensations.
Gintoki's other hand comes up to cup Hasegawa through his pants. His dick throbs with need and Hasegawa feels like he might just burst into flames. He drops his head down onto Gintoki's, whine muffled by the fabric of Gintoki's yukata.
Gintoki makes another satisfied hum, clearly pleased with his handy work. Then, just as suddenly as it began, the biting, flicking, and sucking stops. Before Hasegawa can mourn the loss, he hears a rustling sound and opens his eyes in time to see Gintoki sinking to his knees. He pulls Hasegawa’s erection out, eyeing it with a hunger that has something hot pooling in Hasegawa's stomach.
"Wait, Gin-san...! Maybe we shouldn't—" his protests die on his lips as Gintoki takes him into his mouth, engulfing him in searing, wet heat.
Hasegawa covers his mouth with a hand, trying not to be so loud as Gintoki sucks him into oblivion. His other hand clenches and unclenches desperately at his side, staring, dazed as Gintoki bobs his head.
Gintoki does something with his tongue that has Hasegawa seeing stars. He unintentionally bucks up into Gintoki's mouth. He makes a noise halfway between a moan and a gag before pinning Hasegawa to the wall with one hand.
A gasp slips though Hasegawa's fingers, ragged and altogether too loud. Gintoki glances up at him through his eyelashes and the sight makes the next breath catch in his throat. With his free hand, Gintoki guides the hand still at Hasegawa's side to the back of his head. He gently closes Hasegawa’s hand into a fist around his hair and gives him a little nod.
"A-are you sure...?" Hasegawa pants
Gintoki makes another little noise that maybe sounds a little exasperated. Then he takes Hasegawa all the way down to the hilt and swallows. It hits him like lightning, sparks shivering up and down his spine.
"Gin-san...!" He moans, clutching at Gintoki's hair for dear life, "I'm not gonna last much longer...!"
Gintoki smiles around the dick in his mouth and resumes sucking in earnest. Hasegawa's head falls back against the wall, shoving his fist in his mouth. He comes with a muffled cry teeth biting into his knuckles.
Breathing hard, Hasegawa feels Gintoki slowly slide off his dick with an obscene wet pop before tucking it back into Hasegawa’s pants. He glances down just in time to see him swallow and lick his lips. Hasegawa feels like he might just melt into a puddle right here in this dingy alley. Might be a good way to meet his end.
Gintoki stands up, pupils dilated, that hungry look still in his gaze. He kisses Hasegawa again and he had the odd sensation of tasting himself on Gintoki's spit-slick lips. It's not unpleasant, but certainly a little bit weird.
Greedy hands are on Hasegawa's ass again and Gintoki presses up against him. The heat of Gintoki's hard-on scorches Hasegawa’s thigh. And Hasegawa balks.
"Gin-san..." he pushes against Gintoki's shoulders to get his attention, "Not here...too public..."
Gintoki pulls back, giving Hasegawa a baleful looks. He pouts and Hasegawa might just relent. Public indecency charges be damned! He's too far gone at this point to be able to say no to that face.
Gintoki, though, seems to have gained a modicum of good sense. "Come on." He says, "I know a place."
The next morning Hasegawa wakes up bleary eyed and sore. Somehow, he and Gintoki had stumbled their way over to the Gokiburi Love Hotel where Gintoki had uncharacteristically paid for the most expensive room.
Hasegawa hadn't really noticed it at the time but this room (named something cheesy like the love bug suite) is covered in mirrors. He also notices several large hickeys lining his neck and flushes. The mouth on Gintoki...
He spots the silver haired menace on the balcony wearing Hasegawa’s green striped boxers. Hasegawa catches sight of a startlingly dark hickey at the junction Gintoki's neck and shoulder. He blinks as something possessive curls in his stomach. Did he do that? Last night was a something of a blur, a tangle limbs and sounds, unsure where he ended and Gintoki began. But he must have, right?
Hasegawa climbs out of a heart-shaped bed, pulls on Gintoki's strawberry boxers, and makes his way over to the balcony.
"Hey." Hasegawa says, feeling suddenly sheepish. He sees that Gintoki's bummed a cigarette from him preemptively again. Might have been his last one, too...
"Hey." Gintoki replies, taking a puff on the cigarette before passing it over to Hasegawa.
He takes a drag on the cigarette trying not to focus too hard on the fact that it had just been in Gintoki's mouth.
With impeccable timing, Gintoki asks, "So, where did you say you got that powder again? Cuz I'm not sure that was quite the luck you had in mind." And Hasegawa chokes on the inhale.
Once his coughing fit subsides and Hasegawa can speak again, he croaks out, "Some guy traded it to me for Zuracchi's wanted poster. I hope he wasn't a bounty hunter..."
Gintoki makes a thoughtful sound, "Was he tall?" He indicates above his head a little bit, "In a red jacket? With an obnoxious laugh?"
"How'd you know?" Hasegawa asks.
"Thought so." Gintoki makes a face and sighs, "Zura's gonna be mad we ruined his night."
"What?" A guilty pit forms in Hasegawa's stomach, "Zuracchi has a boyfriend?"
"Eh." Gintoki shrugs, "Close enough. Don't worry about it. If anyone Zura should be mad at, it's Sakamoto."
Hasegawa’s not too sure about that but takes another drag off his cigarette instead of saying anything.
The two pass the cigarette back and forth until it's nothing but the filter. Gintoki stubs it out on a nearby ashtray, "Well I guess we can consider this your birthday gift for the year."
Hasegawa squints at him, "My birthday was last month, Gin-san..."
Gintoki waves his hand dismissively, "Oh details, Hasegawa-san! Better late than never, you know." Hasegawa hums noncommittally and Gintoki rolls his eyes.
He then gives a cheeky little smile, "My boxers look good on you, by the way." And Hasegawa heats up all the way to his toes.
"Anyways we gotta check out pretty soon. Some of us even have work to do today." Gintoki says. Then he leans in, gives Hasegawa’s ass another hearty squeeze, and saunters his way back inside looking quite pleased with himself.
Hasegawa hangs his over the balcony railing feeling a little faint, the phantom imprint of Gintoki's hand lingers on his ass like a brand. Oh what he wouldn't do for another cigarette...