Hakkai/Gojyo, Saiyuki, The Beast Within
The limiters don't come off. That would make it too honest, too blatant. All the right kinds of dangerous that mean bullet wounds and shattered bones and wide brown eyes full of questions.
Instead, Hakkai wraps a band of silk around his throat and whispers words that sound like love in his ear as he fucks him into the mattress gently. Hands cuffed to the head board, legs over deceptively strong shoulders, bent near double and breathless from the stretch he tilts his head back and lets the mad man whisper to him. Lets him suck little bruises into his skin, trace the sweaty curve of hip and thigh to grip his ass like he likes this.
Sometimes Hakkai even looks at him. Looks at all the red spread out on his bedsheets in writhing, muscle clenching want. Then he smiles, all sad and sweet pushes in harder, deeper, even as he twists the silk tighter and calls out her name.
It's alright. Gojyo doesn't mind. As long as the limiters don't come off, he can pretend theres still a place inside for him.