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"five times touched" ( can I have u h h some Hanryou goodness plz )

send me "five times touched" for a drabble about five times my muse touched yours! || @sonxflight || selective accepting!

▬▬ι═══════ﺤ 🔥 || 一. Lost in the throes of unstable world without everything he had lost in the relentless tides of his tragedies, Hanzo Hasashi would often aimlessly stroll down a broken path, staring out a window with no view, unable to count the things he has. While the times are indeed intense, the feelings within them are immense, and they come undone raw; broken and shattered, seeking a consolation for their hearts, battered. Without Ryou Sakai in the swelling niche of his heart, he would no longer resonate his life with screams of passion - from the paper drenched with ardor, blooming bleeding words. For the phrases swell the raging flames within, and keep he will, these words, etched forever in his heart, inscribed into the depths of his core. Even when a song of melancholy fills the air mingling with the torrential wind his soul beams in his chest, and even familiar death kindly grabs hold of his hand and wraps its arm along his back pulling him closer, charmingly twriling him round and round, with a dip, his passion-filled eyes would gaze at Ryou Sakai, as he would slowly drift into the open ground as his conscious will be tugged at tenebrous shadows, to be consumed beneath the darkness. Lest the ephemerality of it will soon relinquish beneath the radiance of dawning presence; not only of his own magnificent flames, but of Ryou Sakai’s sunshine, so glorious that his own demons would recede at its very sight.

二. Hanzo Hasashi sees nothing; for he is an abyss, like something that he shouldn’t be able to see. A nightmare, and Scorpion’s presence had been nothing, but a hindrance to his progress. How could he be so daring, evermore defiantly and stubbornly so, for his test of patience is worth his lifetime. The Grandmaster still stands still and yet, he feels the lulling breath of excruciating fatigue on the back of his neck, and his breathing is rapid, his eyes full of tear, as he stands rigidly, itching to run from invisible foes. He will face the great volcanoes of dawning magma and chase the demons of the sky, dousing the stars with catalytic fuel of his love and exert the sweetest, softest touch brushing against his beloved, causing warmth to spread throughout the samurai. The persistent wind causes his eyes to transfix upon the dancing desiccated leaves, and Hanzo joins in in tandem, swaying and twirling a smile that makes its way to his flushed face. Near the throes of his heavenly meditation, it manifests as his resilient strength, as in his candor, brazen revealing of his vulnerability, comes the strength of Hanzo Hasashi’s human nature. How he hopes to become Ryou Sakai’s pillar, the bedrock of his architecture, as his beloved had immensely helped him to break the life’s paradigm to live in the present, not in unalterable past.

三. He almost forgets this feeling; the knot in his chest, asphyxiating and cold sweat inducing. Rotting his soul, devouring him whole, keeping his body locked into place until the next morning. This feeling makes him Scorpion’s prey, not as much a clueless white tailed deer stuck in monsoon mud pits, paralyzed by the struggle and steadily suffocating under his hungry gaze, but of becoming unraveled beneath the drifting nightmares, as his shadows would play him oh so softly. For his history is full of scars - from countless attempts of opening his heart, with a slaughtered romance in the stars, as he often sinks back to the lowest valley of disappointment or fly up to the highest empyrean sky of happiness. Yet, there are glacier icicles in his vertebrae, along the sharp contours where tendrils of darkness lay dormant and hibernate, until his most vulnerable moment strikes. In the throes of swelling unconsciousness, how his limbs seek a consolation for his heart, battered. When the times are indeed intense and unbearable, as the feelings within him become evermore immense, Hanzo Hasashi seeks Ryou Sakai’s embracing presence, calming the roaring restless thunder within; through echoing heartbeats and shared exhalations, as the near-suffocated fire begins to effulgently burn.

四. If the red string of fate is true, Hanzo Hasashi would imagine that all around them is a cluster of strings that can't be helped be tangled all up. Maybe that's why they cross each other's paths before the right one, cause they needed to untangle their knots first to clearly know what's at the end. He likes the certainty, that no matter what, he will get there, to his beloved. In a lightning flash moment of clarity, he would find himself entangled and coalesced, until their boundaries became indefinable, as his eyes, fierce and gorgeous like the scorching embers he commands, would trail Ryou’s warm, well-muscled body pressing against his more heavier and bulkier form. Balmy and calloused fingers heating up the defined expanse of revealed skin, in reverence and absolute devotion, the mantras of serenading symphony emanating within as the once-wandering path of his gossamer touch traces the fine trail of hair dipping lower and lower to paint a visible stroke in a slow, leisurely path, until the wet heat of both their hardness as waves of trembling pleasure cascades, becomes lapping surge of waves through his body. And he moves, akin to a heatwave, all sun-roughened and muscle, lithe and graceful like a panther, as the heady, dark, and alluring scent of him intermingles with the fire and deep wood. He shifts, intending to press a passionate kiss as the intoxicating drag against Ryou’s walls begins the probing ministration, as his fevered, unhurried words become almost trance-like. “How you plunge me, towards carnality’s insanity and its inevitable eternity.” A tantalizing smile is painted raw and warm against his beloved’s cheek, as he thrusts slow and even, asserting, filling Ryou Sakai, in order to be filled in return as the fervent drag continues to cause him to roll his hips.

五. Ecstasy consumes him, with the electrifying, skin on skin, and a certain urgency that almost makes the air become ablaze around them. The burning pleasure at the base of his belly builds, crashing over him like a series of well-choreographed waves. They move together, joined as one, and all Hanzo Hasashi could think of is the building heat in his core that threatens to overwhelm him. How he reels, in the quieted moans as he seeks purchase against the expanse of Ryou’s back. Fused at one another’s hips, with each powerful thrust sending numbing electricity lancing up his spine. They are simply dancing through the golden twilight hour after the saturating rain, as slick perspiration plasters them beneath the splendor of effulgent landscape, through the radiant basking swell of dawn’s break. The fire begins to surge and soar, as he meets his beloved in impassioned and eager purchase, the carnal smacks rendering his awareness to float towards cloud nine. Mandibles of his hold painting expressionistic strokes over Ryou’s shoulders and small of his back as his demands are being met with the heated breaths and the press of teeth against the shell of Ryou’s ear, he finds himself erupting, spurting his own essence with much abandon as light olive paints with pristine, pearly white. ▬▬ι═══════ﺤ 🔥 ||

#✗ the ineffable testimony of spawned hellfire (scorpion)#✗ seeking reconciliation with his own humanity (iii)#(relationships; samurai jack)#(nsfw)#(you get a whole gamut of variety)#(and Hanzo being a true switch)#sonxflight

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