Samurai Flamenco - Blue [Gotoyoshi]
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scriveynerTitle: Blue
Fandom: Samurai Flamenco
Characters/Pairing: Gotou/Masayoshi
Rating: NSFW
Length: 960
Summary: Gotou ran his fingers up Masayoshi’s thigh. “I think blue,” he said, as he snagged the tips of his fingers on a tear in the thin fabric, stretching it further. “It would match your eyes.”
Gotou ran his fingers up Masayoshi’s thigh. “I think blue,” he said, as he snagged the tips of his fingers on a tear in the thin fabric, stretching it further. “It would match your eyes.”
Masayoshi lay back on the bed, chest heaving. Gotou held both of his legs together with one arm, his knees hooked over the strong curve of Gotou’s shoulder. He was watching Gotou though, eyes glimmering through his lashes. “I know what you’re thinking,” Gotou said, as he came to the end of the stockings, stretched tight over the muscle. “You want red, you always want red.” He plucked at the suspender, stretched tight, and shifted Masayoshi just a little bit forward.
The flex of their bodies together made Masayoshi catch his breath, the back of his hand going to his mouth, the other shifting to the mess of the covers on the bed, trying to find a good grip. “I like red,” he said, when he could catch his breath again, body throbbing, so hot.
“There’s a whole wide spectrum of color out there,” Gotou murmured. He pushed Masayoshi’s legs forward a bit, watched the suspenders go slack, then picked at the tear in Masayoshi’s stocking again. “It’s kinda weird that you stick to the red stuff, just saying.”
“My underwear’s not red,” Masayoshi said, although his face was. He closed his eyes and squirmed against Gotou, trying to force some movement. Gotou leaned even further forward and rested his hand on the underwear, satin women’s panties that once had been white but were now nearly translucent with fluid. He could feel the heat of Masayoshi through the sopping fabric, barely contained, and Gotou couldn’t help but smirk at the whine that escaped Masayoshi when he put pressure on the bulge.
“No, and I’m very,” Gotou felt out the shape of Masayoshi through the fabric with his hand. “Very appreciative.”
He moved his hips shallowly, smirked as whatever Masayoshi planned to say evaporated in a needy noise. He kept his arm wrapped firmly around Masayoshi’s legs, kept them together against his shoulder otherwise he would definitely get kicked. Moving deliberately slow was mean, but he had to take his time and savor this, because even now Masayoshi looked amazing.
“You’re staring at me,” Masayoshi said, and winced as Gotou shifted them uncomfortably.
“I come home and you’re wearing lingerie for me,” Gotou said, increasing his pace but not the depth. “And heels.” Which were kicked off somewhere on the floor, he’d probably trip over one later. “Where did you even get heels in your size?”
Masayoshi didn’t answer, head pushed back into the mattress, eyes gone closed. Gotou watched his throat work, trying to form words but just letting out small gasps instead. His make-up was a smudged mess, running from tears and sweat and Gotou had seen him in make-up before, but that was for work, for modeling jobs or for television— this make-up Masayoshi had put on himself, only for Gotou….
Overcome, Gotou shifted again, this time spreading Masayoshi’s legs and shifting the angle deeper. Masayoshi hooked his legs over Gotou’s hips without instruction, as Gotou tilted forward, hands sliding to support Masayoshi’s hips as they moved. “Blue it is,” Gotou rumbled as Masayoshi’s hands flew up to his shoulders.
“Don’t just make decisions,” Masayoshi gasped, but then Gotou was moving and the only thing Masayoshi could do was hang on.
Later, Masayoshi lay on his stomach, head pillowed on one arm as Gotou searched the pockets of his discarded pants for cigarettes. “I think blue would look better on you,” he said drowsily, and Gotou glanced at him, brow furrowed, conversation already forgotten. “Darker blue, thou’ … it would look good with your coloring.”
Gotou sat down on the bed, and traced his fingers down the back of Masayoshi’s neck, before slipping under one strap of the lacy red bra and sliding it off his shoulder. Masayoshi buried his head in the crook of his elbow and giggled as Gotou kissed his shoulder blade.
“Maybe next time,” Gotou murmured, slipping the other strap from Masayoshi’s shoulder and kissing that one, too. Masayoshi made a contented noise as Gotou continued to kiss a trail across Masayoshi’s back. “But I’d break my neck in heels.”
“Your legs would look so good though,” Masayoshi said, disappointed, and Gotou laughed. “How can you do sexy Samurai-Policeman-san without heels.”
“I’m sure I’ll manage.” Gotou ruffled Masayoshi’s hair, then straightened. “I’ll get the bath started. Do you think you can refrain from wiping your face on the covers for a little longer?”
Masayoshi rolled a little and caught Gotou’s arm. Gotou looked at Masayoshi’s hand on his arm, then to his eyes … and a smile tugged on the corner of his mouth. “Unless you’re not ready for a bath,” he said, and Masayoshi rolled entirely on to his back, arms outstretched for Gotou, ready and waiting.
There wasn’t going to be anything left of the stockings, by the time they were through.
Fandom: Samurai Flamenco
Characters/Pairing: Gotou/Masayoshi
Rating: NSFW
Length: 960
Summary: Gotou ran his fingers up Masayoshi’s thigh. “I think blue,” he said, as he snagged the tips of his fingers on a tear in the thin fabric, stretching it further. “It would match your eyes.”
Gotou ran his fingers up Masayoshi’s thigh. “I think blue,” he said, as he snagged the tips of his fingers on a tear in the thin fabric, stretching it further. “It would match your eyes.”
Masayoshi lay back on the bed, chest heaving. Gotou held both of his legs together with one arm, his knees hooked over the strong curve of Gotou’s shoulder. He was watching Gotou though, eyes glimmering through his lashes. “I know what you’re thinking,” Gotou said, as he came to the end of the stockings, stretched tight over the muscle. “You want red, you always want red.” He plucked at the suspender, stretched tight, and shifted Masayoshi just a little bit forward.
The flex of their bodies together made Masayoshi catch his breath, the back of his hand going to his mouth, the other shifting to the mess of the covers on the bed, trying to find a good grip. “I like red,” he said, when he could catch his breath again, body throbbing, so hot.
“There’s a whole wide spectrum of color out there,” Gotou murmured. He pushed Masayoshi’s legs forward a bit, watched the suspenders go slack, then picked at the tear in Masayoshi’s stocking again. “It’s kinda weird that you stick to the red stuff, just saying.”
“My underwear’s not red,” Masayoshi said, although his face was. He closed his eyes and squirmed against Gotou, trying to force some movement. Gotou leaned even further forward and rested his hand on the underwear, satin women’s panties that once had been white but were now nearly translucent with fluid. He could feel the heat of Masayoshi through the sopping fabric, barely contained, and Gotou couldn’t help but smirk at the whine that escaped Masayoshi when he put pressure on the bulge.
“No, and I’m very,” Gotou felt out the shape of Masayoshi through the fabric with his hand. “Very appreciative.”
He moved his hips shallowly, smirked as whatever Masayoshi planned to say evaporated in a needy noise. He kept his arm wrapped firmly around Masayoshi’s legs, kept them together against his shoulder otherwise he would definitely get kicked. Moving deliberately slow was mean, but he had to take his time and savor this, because even now Masayoshi looked amazing.
“You’re staring at me,” Masayoshi said, and winced as Gotou shifted them uncomfortably.
“I come home and you’re wearing lingerie for me,” Gotou said, increasing his pace but not the depth. “And heels.” Which were kicked off somewhere on the floor, he’d probably trip over one later. “Where did you even get heels in your size?”
Masayoshi didn’t answer, head pushed back into the mattress, eyes gone closed. Gotou watched his throat work, trying to form words but just letting out small gasps instead. His make-up was a smudged mess, running from tears and sweat and Gotou had seen him in make-up before, but that was for work, for modeling jobs or for television— this make-up Masayoshi had put on himself, only for Gotou….
Overcome, Gotou shifted again, this time spreading Masayoshi’s legs and shifting the angle deeper. Masayoshi hooked his legs over Gotou’s hips without instruction, as Gotou tilted forward, hands sliding to support Masayoshi’s hips as they moved. “Blue it is,” Gotou rumbled as Masayoshi’s hands flew up to his shoulders.
“Don’t just make decisions,” Masayoshi gasped, but then Gotou was moving and the only thing Masayoshi could do was hang on.
Later, Masayoshi lay on his stomach, head pillowed on one arm as Gotou searched the pockets of his discarded pants for cigarettes. “I think blue would look better on you,” he said drowsily, and Gotou glanced at him, brow furrowed, conversation already forgotten. “Darker blue, thou’ … it would look good with your coloring.”
Gotou sat down on the bed, and traced his fingers down the back of Masayoshi’s neck, before slipping under one strap of the lacy red bra and sliding it off his shoulder. Masayoshi buried his head in the crook of his elbow and giggled as Gotou kissed his shoulder blade.
“Maybe next time,” Gotou murmured, slipping the other strap from Masayoshi’s shoulder and kissing that one, too. Masayoshi made a contented noise as Gotou continued to kiss a trail across Masayoshi’s back. “But I’d break my neck in heels.”
“Your legs would look so good though,” Masayoshi said, disappointed, and Gotou laughed. “How can you do sexy Samurai-Policeman-san without heels.”
“I’m sure I’ll manage.” Gotou ruffled Masayoshi’s hair, then straightened. “I’ll get the bath started. Do you think you can refrain from wiping your face on the covers for a little longer?”
Masayoshi rolled a little and caught Gotou’s arm. Gotou looked at Masayoshi’s hand on his arm, then to his eyes … and a smile tugged on the corner of his mouth. “Unless you’re not ready for a bath,” he said, and Masayoshi rolled entirely on to his back, arms outstretched for Gotou, ready and waiting.
There wasn’t going to be anything left of the stockings, by the time they were through.
