Samurai Flamenco - Blame the [Gotoyoshi]
Jul. 5th, 2014 05:49 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
scriveynerTitle: blame the
Fandom: Samurai Flamenco
Characters/Pairing: Gotou/Masayoshi
Rating: NSFW
Length: 335
Summary: "We have got to stop doing this."
For a moment, Masayoshi wasn’t sure that the counter would hold him - it rocked perilously under his weight, and he banged his head off the wall behind it - but that thought was fleeting and gone as his arms looped over Gotou’s neck, pulling him down and keeping him close. He gasped slightly when Gotou moved again, trying to better stabilize them, one hand on Masayoshi’s thigh and the other braced on the counter.
Gotou was breathing hard into his neck. He couldn’t see his face like this, but he could feel the rhythm of his panting paired with the stuttering thrust of his hips and Masayoshi held him tight, matched movement to movement and rocked back against him in sync.
The counter thudded against the wall - it wasn’t secured well, it made a sort of creaking noise that would be worrying if he wasn’t otherwise occupied. “Masayoshi, ‘yoshi-” Gotou’s voice was muffled, pressed into his neck, and Masayoshi’s grip shifted, one hand digging into the short hair on the back of Gotou’s head.
He could hardly breathe, everything was taken up by Gotou, all of it - he was pressed deep inside, opening Masayoshi up like a blade, cut through clean and swift - Gotou shifted, slid his hand between them and stroked and he was over the edge and gone.
“Masayoshi, fuck-” Gotou’s voice, he hadn’t stopped moving, and Masayoshi tightened. The moan alone was worth it, Gotou shuddered against him, gave a few final thrusts that rocked the counter into the wall with a deafening clatter and then slumped into him.
Masayoshi knocked his head back, into the wall again. Gotou lifted his head finally, sweat glistening in his hair. “We have got to stop doing this,” he panted.
“Nah,” Masayoshi said, and kissed him.
Fandom: Samurai Flamenco
Characters/Pairing: Gotou/Masayoshi
Rating: NSFW
Length: 335
Summary: "We have got to stop doing this."
For a moment, Masayoshi wasn’t sure that the counter would hold him - it rocked perilously under his weight, and he banged his head off the wall behind it - but that thought was fleeting and gone as his arms looped over Gotou’s neck, pulling him down and keeping him close. He gasped slightly when Gotou moved again, trying to better stabilize them, one hand on Masayoshi’s thigh and the other braced on the counter.
Gotou was breathing hard into his neck. He couldn’t see his face like this, but he could feel the rhythm of his panting paired with the stuttering thrust of his hips and Masayoshi held him tight, matched movement to movement and rocked back against him in sync.
The counter thudded against the wall - it wasn’t secured well, it made a sort of creaking noise that would be worrying if he wasn’t otherwise occupied. “Masayoshi, ‘yoshi-” Gotou’s voice was muffled, pressed into his neck, and Masayoshi’s grip shifted, one hand digging into the short hair on the back of Gotou’s head.
He could hardly breathe, everything was taken up by Gotou, all of it - he was pressed deep inside, opening Masayoshi up like a blade, cut through clean and swift - Gotou shifted, slid his hand between them and stroked and he was over the edge and gone.
“Masayoshi, fuck-” Gotou’s voice, he hadn’t stopped moving, and Masayoshi tightened. The moan alone was worth it, Gotou shuddered against him, gave a few final thrusts that rocked the counter into the wall with a deafening clatter and then slumped into him.
Masayoshi knocked his head back, into the wall again. Gotou lifted his head finally, sweat glistening in his hair. “We have got to stop doing this,” he panted.
“Nah,” Masayoshi said, and kissed him.
