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scriveynerTitle: First Time For
Fandom: Samurai Flamenco
Characters/Pairing: Gotou/Masayoshi
Rating: NSFW/E
Length: 321
Summary: It wasn't usually Gotou who ended up on his back in the bed.
It wasn’t usually Gotou who ended up on his back in the bed, with one leg hiked to his chest, the other resting on Masayoshi’s shoulder - but Masayoshi had come home unusually closed-off and strangely aggressive, and he had no problems at all letting Masayoshi blow off some steam in this manner. It was fairly rare for Masayoshi to want to take the lead, anyway - not that he had complaints about when he did.
In fact, looking up at Masayoshi - with his jaw clenched and eyes focused, his attention solely on Gotou - this was one of the best parts. It was an entirely different look than he usually wore; he was suddenly fiercely masculine, marking Gotou, taking charge of him - and if Gotou was willing to be honest with himself, he loved it.
He enjoyed the way Masayoshi took control, the way that every twitch of his hips lit all of Gotou’s nerves like lightning, the way that his weight pressed Gotou into the mattress and made him feel owned. He tilted his head back and bared his throat, felt Masayoshi shift and flex and lean over him, his leg sliding down from Masayoshi’s shoulder as he adjusted their positions.
Whatever had happened today - they’d talk about it later, when Masayoshi had burned out his frustration and had only exhaustion left. They’d lay side by side in the bed and Masayoshi would probably apologize for being rough but right now rough was all that Gotou wanted from him anyway.
Masayoshi pinned his hands to the bed, threaded his fingers through Gotou’s and ducked his head, their noses brushing and eyes on each other. He moved again and Gotou’s eyes slid closed as he groaned in ecstasy. There were worse ways to cope with aggravation.
Fandom: Samurai Flamenco
Characters/Pairing: Gotou/Masayoshi
Rating: NSFW/E
Length: 321
Summary: It wasn't usually Gotou who ended up on his back in the bed.
It wasn’t usually Gotou who ended up on his back in the bed, with one leg hiked to his chest, the other resting on Masayoshi’s shoulder - but Masayoshi had come home unusually closed-off and strangely aggressive, and he had no problems at all letting Masayoshi blow off some steam in this manner. It was fairly rare for Masayoshi to want to take the lead, anyway - not that he had complaints about when he did.
In fact, looking up at Masayoshi - with his jaw clenched and eyes focused, his attention solely on Gotou - this was one of the best parts. It was an entirely different look than he usually wore; he was suddenly fiercely masculine, marking Gotou, taking charge of him - and if Gotou was willing to be honest with himself, he loved it.
He enjoyed the way Masayoshi took control, the way that every twitch of his hips lit all of Gotou’s nerves like lightning, the way that his weight pressed Gotou into the mattress and made him feel owned. He tilted his head back and bared his throat, felt Masayoshi shift and flex and lean over him, his leg sliding down from Masayoshi’s shoulder as he adjusted their positions.
Whatever had happened today - they’d talk about it later, when Masayoshi had burned out his frustration and had only exhaustion left. They’d lay side by side in the bed and Masayoshi would probably apologize for being rough but right now rough was all that Gotou wanted from him anyway.
Masayoshi pinned his hands to the bed, threaded his fingers through Gotou’s and ducked his head, their noses brushing and eyes on each other. He moved again and Gotou’s eyes slid closed as he groaned in ecstasy. There were worse ways to cope with aggravation.
