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Fandom: Samurai Flamenco
Characters/Pairing: Gotou/Masayoshi
Rating: NSFW/E
Length: 1313
Summary:
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“We need to break in the bed,” Masayoshi said with a straight face, just as Gotou was taking a bite of food. He inhaled when he should have exhaled, and the ramen noodles almost ended up in his lungs. Masayoshi watched him choke and cough for a moment, then took a bite of his own noodles, slurping them up and waiting patiently for Gotou to rediscover oxygen. “You all right?” he asked, when Gotou started wheezing.
“Don’t say shit like that when I’m eating,” Gotou said weakly, and took a long swig of beer from the can.
“We do, though,” Masayoshi said, rocking in place. They were seated on the floor opposite each other, backs to the cabinets in the kitchen. They barely had any furniture yet in the new apartment, most of it was set to be delivered in the next few days, now that they had officially moved in to their new apartment. In fact, this was their first night in, as evidenced by the instant ramen they were eating, since neither of them had figured out what box held their dishes yet.
The only furniture that had already been delivered was the bed – a king-sized one, already assembled. They hadn’t dug out sheets yet, and Gotou made the observation that he wasn’t even sure they’d purchased sheets to fit on the new mattress yet, which was going to make the evening interesting enough as it was. “We’ve been moving crap all day, Masayoshi,” Gotou said. “Aren’t you tired out yet?”
Masayoshi slid across the tile on his knees and set the empty ramen cup on the counter above Gotou, kneeling between Gotou’s spread legs. Gotou sighed, amused, as he surrendered his own mostly empty cup and chopsticks as well, for Masayoshi to set on the counter, before tilting Gotou’s face up with both hands to kiss him. “Does this answer your question?” Masayoshi asked lightly, and Gotou set his hands on Masayoshi’s hips. “Besides, didn’t we promise, when we got the new bed, the first thing we’d do was fuck on it?”
Gotou groaned a little, and Masayoshi kissed him again. “Why is it whenever you say something like that it sounds a million times dirtier coming from you?” Gotou said, and Masayoshi gave a little half-shrug.
“Bed?” Masayoshi suggested coyly.
“Shower first,” Gotou said. “We’re both really gross.” Masayoshi brightened, and then Gotou kissed his nose. “Separate showers, Masayoshi.”
“Spoilsport,” Masayoshi pouted.
The bathroom was bigger, too – everything in the apartment was bigger, it was built more for a family than a single couple, but Gotou had moved past the stage where he was worried about that and was instead enjoying the luxury. He’d made Masayoshi shower first, because if he hadn’t he would have been pounced the moment he was out of the bathroom, much like he was now. He’d barely made it back into the bedroom, towel cinched around his waist before Masayoshi jumped him wearing only a pair of underwear. He fell back onto the bed, just enough time to notice that Masayoshi had dug some of the old sheets out so they weren’t directly on the mattress cover itself, before Masayoshi started kissing him senseless.
Gotou braced his hands on Masayoshi’s chest. “Slow down,” he said, gasping a little, and Masayoshi wet his lips, hair still damp and hanging clumped around his head.
“Why?” Masayoshi asked, sitting back on his knees. He rested his weight all on Gotou’s pelvis, and then thoughtfully ground down. Gotou hissed a breath out between his teeth, and gripped Masayoshi’s thigh with one hand. “We’re gonna have lots of sex on this bed, Gotou-san, tonight I just wanna fuck.”
“Shit,” Gotou said, and covered his eyes with one hand. “Stop saying stuff like that, goddammit, Masayoshi.”
He’d already tugged the towel off of Gotou’s hips. Masayoshi leaned down and kissed Gotou deeply, and then pivoted, so his back was to Gotou, one hand resting so that it framed his wakening erection. “What are you doing?” Gotou asked as he watched Masayoshi arrange himself, stroking his hand up and down Gotou’s cock.
“I prepped myself while you were in the bath,” Masayoshi said, and then glanced back at Gotou, a wicked glint in his eye.
“Y-you-” Gotou said, the thought of Masayoshi kneeling on the bed, fingers in his ass as he stretched himself making Gotou loll his head back. “Dammit, ‘yoshi….”
Masayoshi shifted his weight, clearly considering getting off of Gotou to remove his underwear, before giving a little shrugging motion and tugging it aside. Gotou watched, eyebrows in his hairline, as Masayoshi slid over him, holding his cock with one hand and his underwear aside with the other. Masayoshi exhaled, making a strangely satisfied noise – still a little pained, but Gotou himself winced a little, Masayoshi was tight, as he sank down upon Gotou. “Gotou-san,” Masayoshi sighed, content, as he settled all the way down.
“I thought you weren’t calling me that anymore,” Gotou teased lightly, and Masayoshi jerked a little, and then glanced back over his shoulder again, blue-grey eye narrowed. He raised himself slightly, unsteadily, and then sank slowly back down, rolling his hips as he did so.
They’d had plenty of practice at this by now, but still Gotou was quietly amazed, watching Masayoshi move, the muscles in his back tensing and relaxing as he shifted, grinding down on Gotou’s lap. He moved so fluidly, keeping Gotou as deep as he could, and Gotou gripped his hips, fucking up as Masayoshi ground down.
It was really good, and Gotou knew it wasn’t going to last. He dug his fingers into Masayoshi’s hips, pulling him down, keeping him locked tight against Gotou as he shuddered, emptying himself deep into Masayoshi. Masayoshi broke his grip once he stopped coming and resumed fucking himself on Gotou, groaning with every sloppy sounding thrust. He slid off of Gotou and turned, yanking his underwear off in one swift motion, cock still hard. “Suck me?” he asked, crawling up Gotou’s body.
“You are insatiable, aren’t you?” Gotou said, as Masayoshi straddled his shoulders, pressing the head of his cock against Gotou’s lips.
“Please?” Masayoshi murmured, one hand on the mattress beside Gotou’s head, the other stroking himself slowly. “Hidenori?”
“Fuck,” Gotou murmured, and opened his mouth.
“I’m going to need another shower,” Gotou said tiredly, brushing a hand through his sweat-soaked hair. “You came all over my face, again.”
“Mm,” Masayoshi said, his face nestled against Gotou’s neck. He’d stretched himself out along his body, naked and warm. “It looks good on you.”
“I’ll take your word for it,” Gotou said, and kissed the top of his head. “Don’t go to sleep, we should change the sheets before bed. Don’t want to stain the mattress.”
“Couple more minutes,” Masayoshi said.
Gotou sighed, and smiled at the ceiling. “Sure thing,” he said, and closed his eyes.
