They fit together so well. It was like they were designed to be pressed against each other. Gojyo settled his cheek against the top of Hakkai's head and allowed himself a moment of true relaxation. All the stress drained from his back and shoulders, and for the first time in days (years), he could finally breathe.

"I should probably tell you," he murmured into Hakkai's hair. "Th'hotel wouldn't let me find you until I promised we'd fuck. No," he interrupted quickly, before Hakkai could reply, "no, I know you don't want to, an' it's fine. I'm just lettin' you know why I'm gonna be pissin' with th'door open from now on."