Cigarettes and Blowjobs

Sanzo was still as taut as a wire, Gojyo mused, even when someone had his cock in their mouth. Hell, who was he kidding – Sanzo was probably still wound up just because it was his mouth around the monk’s cock. He’d probably relax for Hakkai. Or Goku. Gojyo shuddered at the thought. The monkey and sex should never be put in the same sentence together, at least not in his hearing. It was almost enough to put a guy off his mouthful. On a more appealing note, Sanzo’s cock left an interesting flavour in his mouth. Gojyo had heard that some girls were convinced that what a guy ate or drank . . . beforehand . . . affected the taste, but he wasn’t convinced. He knew that the last thing Sanzo had eaten had been miso soup, but the precum that leaked onto his tongue tasted nothing like miso. It was closer to nicotine, really, which made him remember precisely why he was giving Sanzo a blowjob in the first place. Clutching the slim hips in front of him with one hand, Gojyo tongued the head of Sanzo’s erection, then relaxed his throat and swallowed him whole without warning. The blond man’s muscles tensed under his fingers, but he gave no other indication of pleasure – which pissed Gojyo off a little, because he knew damn well he gave good head. Withdrawing enough to breathe, he took in a deep lungful of air before plunging back, alternately swallowing and humming around Sanzo’s cock. His efforts were rewarded with a strangled gasp, which made Gojyo grin around his mouthful. Except dammit, this was taking far too long. Gojyo slid one hand down to cup Sanzo’s balls, fondling them gently before sliding his fingers back between the monk’s spread legs. Sanzo let out something approaching a moan when he circled his finger gently around the man’s entrance, and climaxed with a yell when Gojyo slipped the tip of one finger inside. You had to grin, really, even if most of your concentration was taken up in avoiding choking. Sanzo was such a repressed bottom. Gojyo gave one last satisfied lick to Sanzo’s cock, and grinned up at the other man. “So, still think cigarettes are the only way to unwind?” It was almost impressive, the way Sanzo still managed to look righteously pissed off, with his dick hanging out of his trousers and his chest heaving from the aftermath of his climax. “Yes,” the blond man gritted out, and snatched his pack from Gojyo’s suddenly lax hand, storming off and leaving the redhead gaping at his retreating backside.

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