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“No way.”
Gintoki threw himself into a dogeza on the futon and felt his skull crack on the floor, flimsy sheets doing nothing to protect his forehead from the stiff tatami underneath. Hijikata’s form loomed overhead, face hidden in deep shadow, arms akimbo. Two very strong, very naked legs, which Gintoki had been pointedly not ogling in order to avoid incurring his wrath, were spread authoritatively.
“Please!”
“No.”
He let out a wail, craning his neck upwards to make his best attempt at pleading, puppy dog eyes in full force. Hijikata remained completely nonplussed.
“You’ve already taken it up your ass! This is a step down in intensity if anything!”
A vein throbbed dangerously in Hijikata’s forehead, and Gintoki was sure he’d heard something presumably important snap, simmering irritation giving way to impatient rage. “This and that are completely different things!”
“C’mon, Hijikata-kun, you can’t knock it before you even try it.” He was sitting back on his haunches now, pulling a face that he was sure would burn Hijikata’s already nonexistent fuse down into the negatives. “Don’t you have a shred of self-awareness? I’ve seen how you suck on those cancer sticks 24/7. I’ve seen how you suck on those mayo bottles when you think nobody’s watching. Just admit that you have an oral fixation already and maybe you’ll find out that you actually enjoy i–”
A foot was firmly planted in Gintoki’s face.
“You–”
He tugged it off by the ankle to reveal Hijikata’s face completely flushed, red steadily creeping downwards, though he had to look past the junk that was currently swinging in his face due to the new position. There was another vein pulsing in his temple now, probably signalling his inevitable death by aneurysm, because the man had never let himself unwind for a single moment in his life. His hand was hovering by his bare hip, grasping blindly for the handle of a phantom katana. After a few fruitless swipes, he gave up with a grunt, tugging his foot free from Gintoki’s grasp and stumbling back into an attempt at a menacing pose. “Apologise! Apologise to mayonnaise right now! How dare you debase the holy name of mayonnaise by comparing it to sucking you off as if they have a single thing in common!”
Having recovered a particularly satisfying ball of earwax on his fingernail while only half listening through his other ear, Gintoki blew the gathered gunk off into an unknown direction before fixing his (now slightly pained) face into an expression two degrees away from full-blown contempt and two degrees away from unrestrained mirth. Hijikata’s eyelid twitched. “Nevermind the mayo– so you’re fine with admitting you have an oral fixation, Hijikata-kun?”
“You’re so full of–” He blow out a heavy, shuddering sigh, one hand coming up to pinch the bridge of his nose. “I don’t have an oral fixation, asshole.”
“Oh. So you’re just scared.” His eyes were closed now, but he could feel the air in the room turn crisp, the atmosphere sizzling into a cold boil. He pushed forwards anyway, gesticulating as he went. “I mean, it’s not like I don’t get it. I totally get it. Gin-san is more than just a little well-endowed, and it can be pretty intimidating for your first time, y’know? Gin-san’s not unreasonable, we can work through your fear togeth–”
The heel of Hijikata’s foot would’ve come crashing back down onto Gintoki’s head if he hadn’t rolled away at the last second, leaving him free to throw himself off balance and smash it into the floor. A half-formed swear tumbled through his lips as he threw himself back into balance, stepping back heavily onto his likely smarting heel and dropping to the floor.
"Are you trying to murder me just so you don't have to admit that you're scared of sucking my dick, you corrupt government dog?"
He looked up from where he was nursing his foot. "I am not afraid of your dick."
"Uh huh?"
He stalked towards him, dropped down to his knees, grabbed the aforementioned dick in his hand none-too-gently. Gintoki thought he saw grey eyes flash red before his dark head dipped down. "Yeah."
A hand came to rest against his knee, the sharp point of a canine peeking out as he opened his mouth above the inside of his thigh, and hot breath puffing out like steam over the fragile skin there. Gintoki could only stare at the crown of his head, the way his inky hair caught the light, as he sucked a bright red bruise onto his thigh, temple bumping against his shaft.
He stared up at him then, let it lay across his face just like that. "I ain't afraid of your goddamn dick."
Gintoki wound his hand into his hair, felt his face split into a smirk. "Then put your mouth to work and prove it."
*
“You’re a lot nicer when your mouth’s too busy to talk back, y’know.”
Hijikata peeked up at him from where he was sucking on a prominent vein, a string of saliva tying the shiny surface of his lower lip to the flesh as he pulled away, before he wiped his chin clean with the back of his hand. A growl tumbled out of him, gaze hardening while he dug his nails into the meat of Gintoki’s leg. “I swear to God I’m gonna bite your dick off if you don’t shut up.”
Gintoki just chuffed and threaded his fingers into the hair on the crown of his head, scratching gently in that way that made him shudder. His lips, now reddened and swollen, shone in the light as his head tipped back ever so slightly, eyelids sliding shut. With his face blushing and drool dribbling down his chin, he painted a pretty picture, sitting there between his knees. “It’s hard to take you seriously when you look so lewd like that, Hijikata-kun.”
He grunted when Gintoki dug his fingers in and pulled, guiding his mouth back to the head of his cock, flushed and glossy with spit and precum. A slick trail was dragged over his cheek as he lolled forwards, mouthing at the base, licking thick stripes up and down the side. His breath came out in hot, moist puffs over his skin. “This is a way better use of your tongue, y’know. You really should do this more oft– Nngh.”
The tip of his cock was suddenly assaulted, Hijikata sucking insistently on the head, tonguing at the slit, and his hips jerked forwards, mindlessly seeking deeper into the wet warmth. He looked down to see Hijikata smirking up at him, around his dick, with a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. The vibrations from a muffled laugh shot sparks up his spine, but Gintoki let a predatory smile slip onto his own face.
“Getting cocky, are we?”
Any trace of that smugness disappeared into thin air when Gintoki pulled his head forward gently by the roots of his hair, sliding him forwards until he felt the tip of his dick bump against the back of his mouth, half his shaft still pulsing in the cool air, Hijikata's moist breath like steam. He rolled his hips in a little circle, feeling the scratch of Hijikata's hand moving up to grip at his thigh and the way his throat squeezed gently around him as he barely breached its entrance. Down there kneeling on the floor, his eyes squeezed shut, and a lone tear slid down his cheek. Gintoki watched it travel down his face, down until it joined the drool slowly dripping off of his chin. "So you're really not afraid of my goddamn dick, huh? Hijikata-kun?"
Whatever grunt of protest he was planning to let out was cut off as the grip in his hair tightened, and all he could do was moan into the cock in his mouth, face and neck and the expanse of his chest burning so hot Gintoki could feel the warmth radiating out onto his thighs. He thought he saw his cock twitch where it was laying unattended between his legs.
"Oi, oi, you look like you're having fun down there, choking on my cock." Hijikata's lips trembled around him, and when he cracked his eyes open, he fixed his gaze on the bottom of Gintoki's happy trail, resolutely avoiding eye contact. His free hand twitched towards his own crotch before coming up to rest shakily on Gintoki's other hip. Letting go of his grip on his hair, Gintoki stroked his hand down the side of his face, past his cheek, over to his chin, guiding his jaw upwards. His gray eyes flicked upwards, catching his gaze. "Don't just hold it in your mouth, suck."
Not just warm, hot. The inside of his mouth was a perfect, moist heat around him, and Gintoki couldn't stifle the moan that bubbled out of him when Hijikata hollowed his cheeks and put his tongue to work, his soft, skilled tongue, swirling around the underside of his shaft as he bobbed his head back and forth, working the tip of his cock deeper and deeper into his throat every time. The wet slurping noises from Hijikata's mouth and the sound of his own labored breathing filling his ears seemed deafening in the quiet of his room, and he was using every last ounce of his self control to stop himself from grabbing him and holding his head still while he fucked into his mouth, into his throat, making him take it so deep that he wouldn't forget the feeling of his cock stuffed down his throat.
Gintoki knew, with the way his hips had been jerking, the way he'd been tugging mercilessly on the roots of his hair, that Hijikata knew how good of a job he was doing. So good that Gintoki threw his head back and groaned, felt his soul nearly leave his body when he dipped down again and swallowed thickly around the head, tongue still busy working the underside. Though, he really didn't seem to care much about his reactions, too focused on what he was doing to pay any attention at all to anything else, muffled little moans dribbling out like he didn't even have a clue. Grabbing a fistful of hair on the top of his head, Gintoki jerked him so he was craning his neck upwards, wrenching a long, deep groan from his throat, eyes hazy as he looked up at him. “You really wanna deepthroat me, don't you?”
Desperately, hopelessly, he hoped that he'd gotten his breathing under control enough not to sound too affected.
Hijikata’s hair was silk in his hand, rich black framing the skin of a face gone ruddy with a mix of embarrassment and irritation, now that he'd been snapped out of his trance. His glare was red-hot as he slowly, just barely bowed his head in a nod, eyelashes fanning out over slate-gray eyes and eyebrows pinched tight above them. The sight of his lips, his jaw stretched wide around his cock, the little noises that came out of him as he suckled, the drool dribbling out onto his chin– the entire scene was more than erotic. His eyelids slid shut as Gintoki rolled deeper and deeper into his mouth, and he noted with satisfaction the way his dick glided into Hijikata’s throat, met with no resistance other than the claw-grip on his thigh tightening. A breath shuddered out of him as he watched nearly all of his dick disappear into Hijikata’s mouth, tight, wet heat enveloping him, Hijikata's nose buried in light, curly hair. He smoothed over his hair with a trembling hand, chuckling thinly. “Good boy, Hijikata...”
Hijikata's nails dragged angry tracks into Gintoki's thighs as he shuddered and whined into his cock, a high, needy sound that he felt all the way in the pit of his stomach, the sting on the backs of his legs grounding him in reality, just barely. At a languid pace, he started rocking his hips back and forth into his mouth, watching how his pupils rolled back behind fluttering eyelids every time he bottomed out and ground his pretty face into his crotch, hanging onto every little pleasured noise that he couldn't stifle while his mouth was held wide open.
"So good for me, right, Hijikata?" Hijikata looked up at him dimly, wetly from where Gintoki was holding him in place, lips pressed flush against the skin at the root, cheeks wet with tears. A long, urgent, drawn-out noise bubbled up from his throat as he nodded his head up and down, grasping at the backs of his thighs like a drowning man.
"Such a good boy." Gintoki grabbed the back of his head and shoved him even further onto his cock, relishing in the sob that Hijikata could only choke out around him, still nodding desperately, rubbing his nose further into his pubes. "So good, Hijikata, gonna let me facefuck you, huh?"
His watery eyes snapped wide open, and he gulped, throat closing tight, clutching, squeezing around Gintoki's cock, moaning, squirming, and a whimper tumbled from his mouth, gulping down the oxygen, when Gintoki pulled his dick from his lips. "Please," he gasped, falling forward and smashing his face into his hip, the words barely stumbling through his throat, "Please, Gintoki, please..."
Yanking him by the hair until he let out a mewl, Gintoki pulled him so his lips were just kissing his cockhead, and he let his mouth fall open and his eyelids fall shut, plush, pink tongue sliding out to cradle him oh, so gently. Waiting for him to wreck him.
Who was Gintoki to deny him that?
He wanted to bend down to smother him in kisses, drown him in so much love and affection that he'd be high off of it for months, make sure he knew that he wouldn't let him go, wasn't going to let him just walk away.
He settled for running his fingers through dark hair, messy, well on its way to knotting hopelessly from all the rough treatment. Saw the last dregs of tension in his figure vaporize as he took a second to comb through it gently, detangle it just a little.
His hand was back on the crown of Hijikata's head, his touch gentle, only there to hold him in place while he shoved his hips forwards, stuffed his cock all the way into his waiting mouth and-
Warmth splattered across the bottoms of his legs, his throat clamping down around him, nails tearing burning trails down his skin as he scrabbled for something, anything, any sort of purchase, as he emptied his entire load over the sheets and his legs.
Gintoki froze there a moment, slowly smoothing over Hijikata's hair, petting him, while he twitched and shuddered, trying to keep his lips around the base of his cock through the aftershocks of his orgasm before he had to pull off for air, collapsing onto Gintoki's legs. Gintoki could only stare, dumb, at Hijikata's face, his swollen lips, his heaving chest, his softening cock between his legs as he panted, open-mouthed, incoherent noises flowing freely. He felt his own cock pulse, hard.
"Hijikata," he cracked his eyes open and looked up at the sound of his name, forehead bumping up against the bottom of Gintoki's dick, and he swore he could've come right there and then from the sight alone, Hijikata's dazed face half-obscured by his cock, throbbing, drooling precum into his hair. "Fuck, Hijikata, so good, coming untouched from my cock in your throat," shoving two of his digits into his gaping mouth, he massaged the flat of his tongue, garnering a deep groan and full-body reaction, eyes rolling back in his head, spine arching until he was baring the column of his neck. After letting him get off a little while longer on his fingers, he grabbed his face and pulled him down til he was eye-level with the tip.
"Bet you want me to stuff your throat again," Gintoki smeared his slick across Hijikata's cheek, "want me to facefuck you," slipped the head of his cock into his mouth, "want me to shoot my load down your throat and fill your stomach up with my cum, don't you?"
Not even trying to give an answer, Hijikata dipped down, swallowed the cock already in his mouth until he'd taken it all the way to the root, and grabbed Gintoki's hands to position them securely behind his ears, as good an invitation as any. "I knew it," he buried his hands deep in his hair. "Good boy."
He pulled out all the way, let the slit rest against against the blade of his tongue, then, finally, finally, he loosened his restraint, and started pistoning in and out and in and out and God, if Hijikata's mouth wasn't perfectly built for this, and despite all his bluster he knew as soon as his tongue touched his cock again that he wouldn't be able to last at all, not with the sight of Hijikata's fucked-out face and the sounds of wet slurping, the desperate noises being ripped from his throat, and, and, and-
"Hijikata, baby, you're so, so," he could hardly choke it out, "coming-"
Curling into himself, clutching at strands of dark hair and rutting into his face, seeking deeper into that euphoric heat, could feel his cock working to pump his cum out, down that throat that kept gulping, squeezing and relaxing around him, trying to milk him for all he was worth. He couldn't even see straight anymore, like his entire consciousness was focused on riding out the waves of pleasure that crashed over him, pulling him under til he couldn't breathe, couldn't think about anything other than the perfect, perfect mouth around his dick. Hijikata kept working at it, relentless, still swallowing, mouthing at the shaft until everything was too much and Gintoki had to rip him off, collapsing onto the futon, quaking thighs no longer able to support his weight.
Supposedly, his eyes had fallen shut at some point, because once he'd caught his breath, he found himself face-to-face with a sleety gaze, burning with an unexpected warmth. His cheeks, too, were burning hot, his breaths puffing out like the damp air from an oven, and they lay there, breathing each other's oxygen, until Hijikata melted, rested his forehead on Gintoki's breastbone with a contented sigh. Before he could even think, Gintoki brought his arms up to cradle his head.
"That was..."
"So it turns out that you do have an oral fixation."
He didn't have to look down to know what face Hijikata was making at him as he withdrew, bristling. "I swear I'm never giving you another blowjob again, asshole," he rasped, unsteady on his feet as he stomped in the general direction of the bathroom, unintentionally giving Gintoki a nice view of his ass.
"Even though you love it so much?"
He watched the tips of his ears and his shoulders go red.
"Go fuck an onahole, bastard!"