Samurai Flamenco - Blown Away [Gotoyoshi]
Nov. 28th, 2014 06:12 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
scriveynerTitle: blown away
Fandom: Samurai Flamenco
Characters/Pairing: Gotou/Masayoshi
Rating: NSFW
Length: 344
Summary: Masayoshi let out a low, keening noise.
Masayoshi let out a low keening noise, his face buried in his arms and his hips jerking erratically. Gotou didn’t stop, all fingers and tongue where it really shouldn’t be, and it wasn’t enough, not nearly enough. His breath hitched and it wasn’t worth the effort to stifle the moan as Gotou slid his finger in and out, pressing in deeper each time, slowly and tantalizingly.
He wanted more. More than a single finger, more than Gotou’s tongue, he yearned for that almost oppressive feeling of fullness, that stretch and burn that told him he was totally claimed, totally owned.
“Please,” Masayoshi gasped out, lifting his face above his arms, knees pressed into the mattress and braced apart by Gotou’s presence behind him. “Please…”
“’Please’ what?” Gotou’s voice was that raspy tone he got sometimes when they kissed too long, gravelly and so dead sexy that he wanted to grind down into the sheets and just rub himself off. He couldn’t though, because Gotou had his hips held in a solid grip so that he could continue to tease and suck and finger Masayoshi. “I won’t know what you want if you don’t tell me, Masayoshi.”
Filthy lies, he knew exactly what it was that Masayoshi wanted, he was just making him beg for it. “Fuck,” Masayoshi breathed, intending a ‘you’ on the end of the thought but Gotou pressed two fingers in as he spoke, as deep as he could get them and his brain scrambled with sensation. The word trailed into a low moan and Gotou laughed, his breath hot against the sensitive skin of Masayoshi’s rear.
“Forget a word?” he purred, and Masayoshi swore on every hero he knew that he was going to get Gotou back for this. Later, when he could think straight again.
Fandom: Samurai Flamenco
Characters/Pairing: Gotou/Masayoshi
Rating: NSFW
Length: 344
Summary: Masayoshi let out a low, keening noise.
Masayoshi let out a low keening noise, his face buried in his arms and his hips jerking erratically. Gotou didn’t stop, all fingers and tongue where it really shouldn’t be, and it wasn’t enough, not nearly enough. His breath hitched and it wasn’t worth the effort to stifle the moan as Gotou slid his finger in and out, pressing in deeper each time, slowly and tantalizingly.
He wanted more. More than a single finger, more than Gotou’s tongue, he yearned for that almost oppressive feeling of fullness, that stretch and burn that told him he was totally claimed, totally owned.
“Please,” Masayoshi gasped out, lifting his face above his arms, knees pressed into the mattress and braced apart by Gotou’s presence behind him. “Please…”
“’Please’ what?” Gotou’s voice was that raspy tone he got sometimes when they kissed too long, gravelly and so dead sexy that he wanted to grind down into the sheets and just rub himself off. He couldn’t though, because Gotou had his hips held in a solid grip so that he could continue to tease and suck and finger Masayoshi. “I won’t know what you want if you don’t tell me, Masayoshi.”
Filthy lies, he knew exactly what it was that Masayoshi wanted, he was just making him beg for it. “Fuck,” Masayoshi breathed, intending a ‘you’ on the end of the thought but Gotou pressed two fingers in as he spoke, as deep as he could get them and his brain scrambled with sensation. The word trailed into a low moan and Gotou laughed, his breath hot against the sensitive skin of Masayoshi’s rear.
“Forget a word?” he purred, and Masayoshi swore on every hero he knew that he was going to get Gotou back for this. Later, when he could think straight again.
