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sure gintoki is always the touchy one but when hijikata is drunk??? BOY lemme tell you
he becomes the clingiest bastard in the world. he slurs his words and trips on his own feet and bumps into gintoki way too much to be an accident. gintoki thinks he acts more wasted than he is to get away with doing stuff like that and act like nothing happened in the morning.
he compliments gintoki too, he’s just not very good with his words. they’re mostly observations:
“your hands are so BIG. were they always this big? gimme.”
“has anyone ever told you you smell like sweat? like the nice kind after you wake up from a nap, not the stinky BO type.”
“your hands are so BIG. were they always this big? gimme.”
“has anyone ever told you you smell like sweat? like the nice kind after you wake up from a nap, not the stinky BO type.”
“why are you so ripped. all you do is laze around and waste my money. don’t do that. stop it.”
“did you use the strawberry shampoo I gave you? I like it when you use it. smell good.”
“your face. it’s good.”
“did you use the strawberry shampoo I gave you? I like it when you use it. smell good.”
“your face. it’s good.”
It’s one of the rare times hijikata manages to get gintoki all flustered and shy. he tries to act like he’s annoyed by all the weird compliments, but he can’t even look hijikata in the eye without blushing.
“look at me.”
gintoki refuses to meet his eye. hijikata giggles.
“look at me.”
gintoki refuses to meet his eye. hijikata giggles.
“you can’t even look-“ he hiccups. burps loudly. gintoki reels in fake-disgust (he actually thinks it’s cute as fuck).
“-can’t even look at me,” hijikata continues, grabbing gintoki by his collar.
“am I embarrassing?” he asks again, blinking slowly, trying to stay sober.
“-can’t even look at me,” hijikata continues, grabbing gintoki by his collar.
“am I embarrassing?” he asks again, blinking slowly, trying to stay sober.
“yes, idiot.” gintoki says, his voiced strained.
“hm,” hijikata hums. “no.” he says resolutely, tapping gintoki on the nose.
“what?”
“you like it when I’m drunk.” he burps again. wipes some drool off his chin.
“fuck you,” gintoki intelligently replies.
“hm,” hijikata hums. “no.” he says resolutely, tapping gintoki on the nose.
“what?”
“you like it when I’m drunk.” he burps again. wipes some drool off his chin.
“fuck you,” gintoki intelligently replies.
“yeah, let’s go home,” hijikata says easily, grabbing gintoki’s wrist.
“huh?”
“you wanted to fuck me?” he asks, raising an eyebrow. “did you change your mind?”
gintoki is dumbfounded. drunk hijikata is truly a force to be reckoned with.
“huh?”
“you wanted to fuck me?” he asks, raising an eyebrow. “did you change your mind?”
gintoki is dumbfounded. drunk hijikata is truly a force to be reckoned with.
hijikata closes in on him, trips on his feet and falls right onto gintoki’s chest, knocking the wind out of him.
“oops, sorry,” hijikata mumbles, burying his face in the crook of gintoki’s neck.
“mm, you’re hard.” he says.
“what?” gintoki sputters.
“your penis. its erect.”
“oops, sorry,” hijikata mumbles, burying his face in the crook of gintoki’s neck.
“mm, you’re hard.” he says.
“what?” gintoki sputters.
“your penis. its erect.”
“jesus, toshi-“ gintoki is at a loss for words. but hearing hijikata being so blunt about it really does turn him on.
“I’ll suck your dick, okay? let’s go home.” hijikata pats gintoki on the cheek and stands up.
he steadies himself and offers gintoki an outstretched hand.
“I’ll suck your dick, okay? let’s go home.” hijikata pats gintoki on the cheek and stands up.
he steadies himself and offers gintoki an outstretched hand.
gintoki accepts it, too horny to refuse anymore.
hijikata smiles woozily at him and together, they disappear into the night.
hijikata smiles woozily at him and together, they disappear into the night.
