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scriveynerTitle: Get With It
Fandom: Samurai Flamenco
Characters/Pairing: Gotou/Masayoshi
Rating: T
Length: 361
Summary: "You all right?"
Gotou leaned over the edge of the bed. “You all right?” he asked of the twitching foot he could see.
“Fine!” Masayoshi’s voice wasn’t quite at yelling volume but it was much louder than usual. “I’m fine! It’s all fine, I’m fine!”
“Honestly,” Gotou said. “It was your idea to do this, why are you freaking out so much?”
Masayoshi sat up - narrowly clearing the table - and put a hand on the back of his head apologetically. “It startled me,” he said. “I just didn’t expect - that was very forward, Gotou-san-”
Gotou raised an eyebrow at Masayoshi, then blushed hard and looked away. “Do you want me to touch you, or what?” he said, staring at the foot of the bed, instead of Masayoshi with his pants undone, still sprawled and partially exposed.
“I-I,” Masayoshi said, and blushed hard himself. “Yes,” he said.
“Yes?” Gotou repeated.
“Yes I want you to touch me,” Masayoshi almost-yelled, and then clapped a hand over his mouth and blushed wildly. There was a couple moments of silence where they both listened to see if a neighbor was going to acknowledge that, and when no irritated knocks occurred Gotou let out a breath.
“You’re not going to kick me in the head,” Gotou said as Masayoshi climbed back onto the bed with him, hair ruffled and clothes mostly shed. “Right?”
Masayoshi nodded his head meekly as Gotou leaned forward. “I’m not going to kick you, Gotou-san.” He leaned forward on his knees now, opposite Gotou. “This means I can, I can touch yours too, right?”
This time Gotou reeled back a little, face flaming red. “Now, wait,” he said, and Masayoshi leaned his weight on one hand, planting it firmly on Gotou’s leg.
“I want to,” Masayoshi said intently. “Me too, okay?”
Fandom: Samurai Flamenco
Characters/Pairing: Gotou/Masayoshi
Rating: T
Length: 361
Summary: "You all right?"
Gotou leaned over the edge of the bed. “You all right?” he asked of the twitching foot he could see.
“Fine!” Masayoshi’s voice wasn’t quite at yelling volume but it was much louder than usual. “I’m fine! It’s all fine, I’m fine!”
“Honestly,” Gotou said. “It was your idea to do this, why are you freaking out so much?”
Masayoshi sat up - narrowly clearing the table - and put a hand on the back of his head apologetically. “It startled me,” he said. “I just didn’t expect - that was very forward, Gotou-san-”
Gotou raised an eyebrow at Masayoshi, then blushed hard and looked away. “Do you want me to touch you, or what?” he said, staring at the foot of the bed, instead of Masayoshi with his pants undone, still sprawled and partially exposed.
“I-I,” Masayoshi said, and blushed hard himself. “Yes,” he said.
“Yes?” Gotou repeated.
“Yes I want you to touch me,” Masayoshi almost-yelled, and then clapped a hand over his mouth and blushed wildly. There was a couple moments of silence where they both listened to see if a neighbor was going to acknowledge that, and when no irritated knocks occurred Gotou let out a breath.
“You’re not going to kick me in the head,” Gotou said as Masayoshi climbed back onto the bed with him, hair ruffled and clothes mostly shed. “Right?”
Masayoshi nodded his head meekly as Gotou leaned forward. “I’m not going to kick you, Gotou-san.” He leaned forward on his knees now, opposite Gotou. “This means I can, I can touch yours too, right?”
This time Gotou reeled back a little, face flaming red. “Now, wait,” he said, and Masayoshi leaned his weight on one hand, planting it firmly on Gotou’s leg.
“I want to,” Masayoshi said intently. “Me too, okay?”
