Written to a prompt of e. e. cummings' "i like my body when it is with your body" on the LJ comm fornicari. Betaed by Eliza.

Goku is tawny; amber, gold, honey. Sanzo puts his hand on Goku's arm and focuses on the contrast. Even after years on the road, he is pale, pale enough to flush everywhere Goku touches him. Goku only seems to glow under his own touch, and it's not fair, but he didn't expect it to be.

Goku hums, eyes wide and mouth busy, and it's nothing and everything like his reaction to food; even Hakkai's cooking has never left him this happy. It'd be annoying, but Sanzo is concentrating on white skin and tanned, the difference between.

How he likes it.

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