Spring Kinkfest

This is perfection, to be reread, with mouths agaping and sharp intakes of breath, and shivers down the shine, finally to be topped off with a silly, unbreakable grin. Later, hours, days later, fragments and phrases of it will linger, and intrude during the most random times, and beg for a reread, to be slowly savoured, like the most delectable wine.

This is so wrong, and utterly unbearable loveliness, reminders of why we love Hakkai and Gojyo and Saiyuki and AUs, and the amazing writers who make it happen. This is a declaration of love, for the fic, to the writers, with a good dose of gratitude and appreciation.