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scriveynerTitle: Demanding It
Fandom: Samurai Flamenco
Characters/Pairing: Gotou/Masayoshi
Rating: NSFW/E
Length: 341
Summary: The pillow muffled a lot of noise.
The pillow muffled a lot of the noise - which, Gotou thought distractedly, was probably a good thing where the neighbors were concerned. Masayoshi’s apartment was big and well-insulated, he was used to being able to make a ruckus and not being overheard. Gotou’s apartment, on the other hand, had walls with the approximate thickness of a wet paper towel. On an especially quiet night he could hear a television set turned up too loud three apartments over.
Masayoshi shifted under him and brought his attention back to task. Gotou pressed his hands firmly into Masayoshi’s hips, dragging him back against Gotou, and even the pillow couldn’t quite disguise the high-pitched whine. Masayoshi turned his face up, single blue eye gone hazy as he glanced back at Gotou and wet his bruised lips.
“Gotou-san,” Masayoshi panted, somehow making even his name sound obscene. Then he made a noise that registered somewhere deep in Gotou’s groin, and he pressed into Masayoshi again, as deep as he could go.
The neighbors probably heard that particular moan - Masayoshi buried his face in the pillow again, one hand tight on the edge of the mattress and the other flailing back, finding Gotou’s thigh and grabbing him hard enough to bruise. He was moving faster now - grunting with the effort, leaning over Masayoshi and bracing his knees further apart.
Masayoshi moaned something into the pillow - there were words there, Gotou didn’t quite catch them but then Masayoshi tightened on him, slamming back against him as he sobbed his release into the pillow. Gotou ran his hand down between Masayoshi’s legs, gentle but firm, and Masayoshi gave a full-body shudder. “That’s no fair,” he murmured, his voice sounding husky and unfamiliar to his own ears. “Coming first like that.”
Masayoshi’s hand tightened on Gotou’s thigh, as he began to move again.
Fandom: Samurai Flamenco
Characters/Pairing: Gotou/Masayoshi
Rating: NSFW/E
Length: 341
Summary: The pillow muffled a lot of noise.
The pillow muffled a lot of the noise - which, Gotou thought distractedly, was probably a good thing where the neighbors were concerned. Masayoshi’s apartment was big and well-insulated, he was used to being able to make a ruckus and not being overheard. Gotou’s apartment, on the other hand, had walls with the approximate thickness of a wet paper towel. On an especially quiet night he could hear a television set turned up too loud three apartments over.
Masayoshi shifted under him and brought his attention back to task. Gotou pressed his hands firmly into Masayoshi’s hips, dragging him back against Gotou, and even the pillow couldn’t quite disguise the high-pitched whine. Masayoshi turned his face up, single blue eye gone hazy as he glanced back at Gotou and wet his bruised lips.
“Gotou-san,” Masayoshi panted, somehow making even his name sound obscene. Then he made a noise that registered somewhere deep in Gotou’s groin, and he pressed into Masayoshi again, as deep as he could go.
The neighbors probably heard that particular moan - Masayoshi buried his face in the pillow again, one hand tight on the edge of the mattress and the other flailing back, finding Gotou’s thigh and grabbing him hard enough to bruise. He was moving faster now - grunting with the effort, leaning over Masayoshi and bracing his knees further apart.
Masayoshi moaned something into the pillow - there were words there, Gotou didn’t quite catch them but then Masayoshi tightened on him, slamming back against him as he sobbed his release into the pillow. Gotou ran his hand down between Masayoshi’s legs, gentle but firm, and Masayoshi gave a full-body shudder. “That’s no fair,” he murmured, his voice sounding husky and unfamiliar to his own ears. “Coming first like that.”
Masayoshi’s hand tightened on Gotou’s thigh, as he began to move again.
