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scriveyner) wrote2014-12-18 12:02 pm
scriveyner) wrote2014-12-18 12:02 pm
Samurai Flamenco - Candy Cane [Gotoyoshi]
Title: Candy Cane
Fandom: Samurai Flamenco
Characters/Pairing: Gotou/Masayoshi
Rating: M
Length: 1096
Summary: ‘It Seemed Like A Good Idea At The Time’ was going to end up being the title of his biography.
Gotou had come home from work exhausted, with a sour expression on his face. He’d clearly had a bad day - no, Masayoshi, I don’t want to talk about it - and had retreated right back outside to smoke after changing out of his work uniform. Masayoshi stood uncertainly in front of the closed door for a few minutes, he hated it when Gotou clearly had a bad time but refused to open up to him about it, after all, weren’t they a couple now? He was here to support Gotou-san, Gotou had supported him through so much that this was nothing at all, but he had closed the door firmly behind him and left Masayoshi in his apartment, television rambling on at a low volume.
There had to be something he could do to make Gotou at least forget his troubles - and Masayoshi remembered the bag he’d stuffed in another bag and piled figurines on top of to keep Gotou from snooping through it, just in case Gotou bothered to snoop, anyway. After a few moments, he retrieved the bag and retreated into the bathroom, staring down at its contents nervously.
This was not his idea at all - Mari had pressed the bag into his hands with a wicked expression on her face and no explanation at all, leaving the (mortifying, oh my god) details for Moe to cheerfully detail. Mizuki stood to the side, arms crossed and eyes rolled as Masayoshi turned varying shades of crimson. How Mari had even managed to get his measurements he didn’t want to know.
Masayoshi froze when he heard the door to the outside open - and then there was a pause where his eyes flickered to the lock on the bathroom door. Thankfully, he had remembered to throw it. “Masayoshi?” Gotou’s voice was muffled, and a little scratchy.
“I’m in the bathroom,” he called, trying not to make too much noise. “I’ll be out in a minute!”
He folded his clothes carefully and set them in the laundry basket, and then picked up the hat and held it in his hands as he looked at himself in the mirror. He’d worn far more ridiculous outfits - and he did look good, he thought after a moment, turning around and looking down his back. He wished the hem of the skirt was a touch longer, but it didn’t really matter, he wasn’t planning on wearing it in public, anyway.
“You okay in there, ‘yoshi?” Gotou’s voice was right outside the door.
“Yes! Fine!” He flushed the toilet for good measure, to give himself an extra few minutes. He heard Gotou grumble a little but then he heard the floor complain as Gotou shuffled away from the door. It was now or never.
Masayoshi threw the lock and opened the door, stepping out into the kitchen area. Gotou had his back to Masayoshi, he was sitting down at the table and here was his chance to duck back into the bathroom and forget the whole silly plan. “Gotou-san,” he said instead.
Gotou glanced up at him, and then back to the television. It was comical, watching his brain catch up with his eyes - Gotou jerked, and then swiveled back to Masayoshi, his eyes wide.
‘It Seemed Like A Good Idea At The Time’ was going to end up being the title of his biography. Masayoshi tugged on the white fur trim at the bottom of his skirt self-consciously. The material with thin and gauzy - it was not quite lingerie, but it may well have been. The sleeveless red dress was belted and if he had cleavage it would be very prominently on display. The stockings, however, ran all the way up to mid-thigh, red and white striped, suspender belt clipped to the seams to keep them up - and he knew that if he bent in any direction the green silk panties would be very visible. “Um,” he said, his face very red.
Gotou’s mouth was open, like he was going to speak and had completely forgotten how language worked. That was what Masayoshi was going for, at least - to dismiss the vestiges of whatever bad day Gotou had from his mind. “Wow,” Gotou said finally. “Wow.”
“Do you like it?” Masayoshi put one leg forward, weight on the ball of his foot. “I was supposed to be wearing heels, something about making my legs look better but my feet are so large I don’t have any, besides we’re indoors-”
“Masayoshi,” Gotou said. Masayoshi looked up from fiddling with the hem of his skirt, still blushing. “You are really fucking hot.”
He turned, slowly, letting Gotou see the entire outfit. “I’m glad you like it,” Masayoshi said, starting to relax again. He bent over a little, intentionally flashing his panties at Gotou and Gotou made a noise low in his throat that made Masayoshi’s stomach twinge in excitement. Gotou really liked it.
Gotou stood up, and Masayoshi glanced over his shoulder as Gotou took the handful of steps to close the distance between them. “I’m glad you like it,” Masayoshi said as Gotou turned him, knocking the silly Santa hat off his head with one hand, the other on his jaw as he looked Masayoshi in the eyes.
“I do,” Gotou said, and kissed him. Masayoshi made a soft noise into his mouth and hooked one leg around Gotou’s, balancing carefully - and Gotou reached down to snap the suspender against his thigh. Masayoshi jerked back just a bit, eyes wide - and Gotou slid his other hand down Masayoshi’s side, until both hands were firmly on his waist, before sliding down to cup his ass. Masayoshi could not help but yelp when Gotou managed to hoist him off his feet, and he slid his knees around Gotou’s form for balance as Gotou walked them slowly, carefully, back toward the bed. “And I’m going to show you,” Gotou said breathlessly, eyes never leaving Masayoshi’s. “Just how much I like it.”
Masayoshi kissed him again
Fandom: Samurai Flamenco
Characters/Pairing: Gotou/Masayoshi
Rating: M
Length: 1096
Summary: ‘It Seemed Like A Good Idea At The Time’ was going to end up being the title of his biography.
Gotou had come home from work exhausted, with a sour expression on his face. He’d clearly had a bad day - no, Masayoshi, I don’t want to talk about it - and had retreated right back outside to smoke after changing out of his work uniform. Masayoshi stood uncertainly in front of the closed door for a few minutes, he hated it when Gotou clearly had a bad time but refused to open up to him about it, after all, weren’t they a couple now? He was here to support Gotou-san, Gotou had supported him through so much that this was nothing at all, but he had closed the door firmly behind him and left Masayoshi in his apartment, television rambling on at a low volume.
There had to be something he could do to make Gotou at least forget his troubles - and Masayoshi remembered the bag he’d stuffed in another bag and piled figurines on top of to keep Gotou from snooping through it, just in case Gotou bothered to snoop, anyway. After a few moments, he retrieved the bag and retreated into the bathroom, staring down at its contents nervously.
This was not his idea at all - Mari had pressed the bag into his hands with a wicked expression on her face and no explanation at all, leaving the (mortifying, oh my god) details for Moe to cheerfully detail. Mizuki stood to the side, arms crossed and eyes rolled as Masayoshi turned varying shades of crimson. How Mari had even managed to get his measurements he didn’t want to know.
Masayoshi froze when he heard the door to the outside open - and then there was a pause where his eyes flickered to the lock on the bathroom door. Thankfully, he had remembered to throw it. “Masayoshi?” Gotou’s voice was muffled, and a little scratchy.
“I’m in the bathroom,” he called, trying not to make too much noise. “I’ll be out in a minute!”
He folded his clothes carefully and set them in the laundry basket, and then picked up the hat and held it in his hands as he looked at himself in the mirror. He’d worn far more ridiculous outfits - and he did look good, he thought after a moment, turning around and looking down his back. He wished the hem of the skirt was a touch longer, but it didn’t really matter, he wasn’t planning on wearing it in public, anyway.
“You okay in there, ‘yoshi?” Gotou’s voice was right outside the door.
“Yes! Fine!” He flushed the toilet for good measure, to give himself an extra few minutes. He heard Gotou grumble a little but then he heard the floor complain as Gotou shuffled away from the door. It was now or never.
Masayoshi threw the lock and opened the door, stepping out into the kitchen area. Gotou had his back to Masayoshi, he was sitting down at the table and here was his chance to duck back into the bathroom and forget the whole silly plan. “Gotou-san,” he said instead.
Gotou glanced up at him, and then back to the television. It was comical, watching his brain catch up with his eyes - Gotou jerked, and then swiveled back to Masayoshi, his eyes wide.
‘It Seemed Like A Good Idea At The Time’ was going to end up being the title of his biography. Masayoshi tugged on the white fur trim at the bottom of his skirt self-consciously. The material with thin and gauzy - it was not quite lingerie, but it may well have been. The sleeveless red dress was belted and if he had cleavage it would be very prominently on display. The stockings, however, ran all the way up to mid-thigh, red and white striped, suspender belt clipped to the seams to keep them up - and he knew that if he bent in any direction the green silk panties would be very visible. “Um,” he said, his face very red.
Gotou’s mouth was open, like he was going to speak and had completely forgotten how language worked. That was what Masayoshi was going for, at least - to dismiss the vestiges of whatever bad day Gotou had from his mind. “Wow,” Gotou said finally. “Wow.”
“Do you like it?” Masayoshi put one leg forward, weight on the ball of his foot. “I was supposed to be wearing heels, something about making my legs look better but my feet are so large I don’t have any, besides we’re indoors-”
“Masayoshi,” Gotou said. Masayoshi looked up from fiddling with the hem of his skirt, still blushing. “You are really fucking hot.”
He turned, slowly, letting Gotou see the entire outfit. “I’m glad you like it,” Masayoshi said, starting to relax again. He bent over a little, intentionally flashing his panties at Gotou and Gotou made a noise low in his throat that made Masayoshi’s stomach twinge in excitement. Gotou really liked it.
Gotou stood up, and Masayoshi glanced over his shoulder as Gotou took the handful of steps to close the distance between them. “I’m glad you like it,” Masayoshi said as Gotou turned him, knocking the silly Santa hat off his head with one hand, the other on his jaw as he looked Masayoshi in the eyes.
“I do,” Gotou said, and kissed him. Masayoshi made a soft noise into his mouth and hooked one leg around Gotou’s, balancing carefully - and Gotou reached down to snap the suspender against his thigh. Masayoshi jerked back just a bit, eyes wide - and Gotou slid his other hand down Masayoshi’s side, until both hands were firmly on his waist, before sliding down to cup his ass. Masayoshi could not help but yelp when Gotou managed to hoist him off his feet, and he slid his knees around Gotou’s form for balance as Gotou walked them slowly, carefully, back toward the bed. “And I’m going to show you,” Gotou said breathlessly, eyes never leaving Masayoshi’s. “Just how much I like it.”
Masayoshi kissed him again