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scriveynerTitle: Deep Breathing
Fandom: Samurai Flamenco
Characters/Pairing: Gotou/Masayoshi
Rating: NSFW/E
Length: 360
Summary: “Don’t lie,” Gotou said, more severely than he intended, and Masayoshi actually laughed.
Masayoshi’s breath caught in his throat, hitched - he clearly thought he’d stopped the wince from crossing his face but Gotou saw it plain as day and froze in place, eyes wide.
This wasn’t the first time that they’d done this - stumbled back into the bed, mouths locked against the other, clothing pulled off frantically and thrown off the mattress behind them - but it was still new enough, Gotou was still inexperienced despite his bravado, and he worried, damn it. Worry that was magnified exponentially when Masayoshi refused to tell him if Gotou had hurt him.
“‘yoshi,” Gotou murmured, and Masayoshi tilted his head, eyes cracking open, lines of blue emerging through thick black lashes. “‘yoshi, you all right? Am I going too fast…?”
He was in a hurry, he could own up to that - Gotou hadn’t quite gotten to the point where he could tease, especially not when Masayoshi had shyly bit his ear and breathed into it what he wanted, in words that Gotou would have laid cash money down he’d never hear fall from Masayoshi’s lips months ago. He just wanted to bury himself in Masayoshi, to kiss him and touch him and feel him and get lost in that sensation that was unlike anything he’d ever experienced before.
Masayoshi put his hand on Gotou’s face, breathing shallowly through his open mouth. “I’m fine,” he said. “Don’t stop.”
“Don’t lie,” Gotou said, more severely than he intended, and Masayoshi actually laughed.
“It did hurt,” Masayoshi said. “Now it doesn’t.” His palm felt burning hot on Gotou’s face, he covered Masayoshi’s hand with his own. “Don’t stop,” Masayoshi said again, and tightened on him. “It’s good, Gotou-san, please-”
Masayoshi was going to be the actual death of him, if this sort of thing kept up.
Fandom: Samurai Flamenco
Characters/Pairing: Gotou/Masayoshi
Rating: NSFW/E
Length: 360
Summary: “Don’t lie,” Gotou said, more severely than he intended, and Masayoshi actually laughed.
Masayoshi’s breath caught in his throat, hitched - he clearly thought he’d stopped the wince from crossing his face but Gotou saw it plain as day and froze in place, eyes wide.
This wasn’t the first time that they’d done this - stumbled back into the bed, mouths locked against the other, clothing pulled off frantically and thrown off the mattress behind them - but it was still new enough, Gotou was still inexperienced despite his bravado, and he worried, damn it. Worry that was magnified exponentially when Masayoshi refused to tell him if Gotou had hurt him.
“‘yoshi,” Gotou murmured, and Masayoshi tilted his head, eyes cracking open, lines of blue emerging through thick black lashes. “‘yoshi, you all right? Am I going too fast…?”
He was in a hurry, he could own up to that - Gotou hadn’t quite gotten to the point where he could tease, especially not when Masayoshi had shyly bit his ear and breathed into it what he wanted, in words that Gotou would have laid cash money down he’d never hear fall from Masayoshi’s lips months ago. He just wanted to bury himself in Masayoshi, to kiss him and touch him and feel him and get lost in that sensation that was unlike anything he’d ever experienced before.
Masayoshi put his hand on Gotou’s face, breathing shallowly through his open mouth. “I’m fine,” he said. “Don’t stop.”
“Don’t lie,” Gotou said, more severely than he intended, and Masayoshi actually laughed.
“It did hurt,” Masayoshi said. “Now it doesn’t.” His palm felt burning hot on Gotou’s face, he covered Masayoshi’s hand with his own. “Don’t stop,” Masayoshi said again, and tightened on him. “It’s good, Gotou-san, please-”
Masayoshi was going to be the actual death of him, if this sort of thing kept up.
