Samurai Flamenco - Close To [Gotoyoshi]
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scriveynerTitle: close to
Fandom: Samurai Flamenco
Characters/Pairing: Gotou/Masayoshi
Rating: NSFW/E
Length: 378
Summary: He hadn’t known it could be like this.
Once Masayoshi would have been nervous, a blushing mess kneeling over Gotou’s lap like this, naked and messy and panting. It wasn’t that long ago that he would have fumbled through this, barely able to make eye contact - now he couldn’t take his eyes off of Gotou, even as Gotou worked through the ritual of slippery lube and fingers.
Sweat-slicked skin to skin, Masayoshi’s arms draped over his shoulders, body angled just right as Gotou guided his hips carefully down. Gotou was quiet, so quiet, concentrating fully on this - slowly, all the way in, until Masayoshi relaxed around him. Deep stuttering breaths, as he pulled Masayoshi closer, their chests together and bodies locked tight against the other.
He hadn’t known it could be like this. Masayoshi gasped, hands clawing tightly at Gotou, whose face was pressed into his neck, breath scalding against already-hot flesh. He was so full, over-full, Gotou put his hand to the small of Masayoshi’s back and he curved his spine into the pressure of Gotou’s hand, changing the angle and catching a sob in his throat. It felt so good he could not take it, he wasn’t going to last long like this at all…
Gotou’s eyes looking up at him so bright and focused, face flushed and his expression reverent - Masayoshi tilted his head forward, dragged his fingers through Gotou’s hair, short and spiky and still enough to grip as he panted against his open mouth. Move, keep moving, hips rolling and bodies surging, don’t stop don’t think just keep going, grunt and kiss and moan - fuck, fuck…
His name a moan against his throat, Gotou’s arms tight around him, holding him down against his body like gravity wouldn’t keep him pinned, keep him speared until he could take it no longer. Masayoshi moaned into Gotou’s hair, held on tightly as he kept moving inside him and wondered how anything bad in this world could happen when one could have something as pure and brightly burning and overwhelming as this….
Fandom: Samurai Flamenco
Characters/Pairing: Gotou/Masayoshi
Rating: NSFW/E
Length: 378
Summary: He hadn’t known it could be like this.
Once Masayoshi would have been nervous, a blushing mess kneeling over Gotou’s lap like this, naked and messy and panting. It wasn’t that long ago that he would have fumbled through this, barely able to make eye contact - now he couldn’t take his eyes off of Gotou, even as Gotou worked through the ritual of slippery lube and fingers.
Sweat-slicked skin to skin, Masayoshi’s arms draped over his shoulders, body angled just right as Gotou guided his hips carefully down. Gotou was quiet, so quiet, concentrating fully on this - slowly, all the way in, until Masayoshi relaxed around him. Deep stuttering breaths, as he pulled Masayoshi closer, their chests together and bodies locked tight against the other.
He hadn’t known it could be like this. Masayoshi gasped, hands clawing tightly at Gotou, whose face was pressed into his neck, breath scalding against already-hot flesh. He was so full, over-full, Gotou put his hand to the small of Masayoshi’s back and he curved his spine into the pressure of Gotou’s hand, changing the angle and catching a sob in his throat. It felt so good he could not take it, he wasn’t going to last long like this at all…
Gotou’s eyes looking up at him so bright and focused, face flushed and his expression reverent - Masayoshi tilted his head forward, dragged his fingers through Gotou’s hair, short and spiky and still enough to grip as he panted against his open mouth. Move, keep moving, hips rolling and bodies surging, don’t stop don’t think just keep going, grunt and kiss and moan - fuck, fuck…
His name a moan against his throat, Gotou’s arms tight around him, holding him down against his body like gravity wouldn’t keep him pinned, keep him speared until he could take it no longer. Masayoshi moaned into Gotou’s hair, held on tightly as he kept moving inside him and wondered how anything bad in this world could happen when one could have something as pure and brightly burning and overwhelming as this….
