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scriveynerTitle: hard as a rock
Fandom: Samurai Flamenco
Characters/Pairing: Gotou/Masayoshi
Rating: NSFW/E
Length: 427
Summary: Masayoshi yawned and rubbed his face into Gotou's shoulder.
Masayoshi yawned and rubbed his face into Gotou’s shoulder. He wasn’t sure what woke him up - there was faint watery light filtering in underneath the pulled blinds, but no alarms had gone off. Just as he was deciding to drift back off into a doze until it was time to get up, Gotou groaned, low and rumbling.
He blinked his eyes sleepily, and lifted his head just slightly to check Gotou’s face - he seemed to be still asleep. Masayoshi nudged him just a bit, to be certain and Gotou shifted, rolling over onto his side and pulling Masayoshi closer. “Mmmm, ‘yoshi,” he mumbled in that same tone. “Not there….”
Masayoshi stared at the far wall of the apartment, past Gotou’s shoulder, and tried to think of anything else other than the fact that Gotou was apparently having a wet dream about him at this very moment. Which was insanely, incredibly hard because with Gotou clinging to him he could feel Gotou’s arousal against his belly, straining against the confines of his underwear.
“'yoshi,” Gotou breathed into his ear again, and groaned. “Please….”
This would be excellent blackmail material, yes. Masayoshi sighed to himself, that was inappropriate - heroes didn’t blackmail their boyfriends, even when said boyfriends started grinding their morning wood into their stomach and whimpering their name. They could, however, help the issue - and Masayoshi slid his hand down past the waistband of Gotou’s underwear. His flesh was so hot - Masayoshi couldn’t pull back and look at his face, as Gotou had him in a tight hold - so he closed his eyes and focused on his hand, encircling and stroking and rubbing….
He jolted a little bit in surprise when Gotou shifted, and ran his hand down Masayoshi’s side, slipping into his boxers as well. His mouth opened - Gotou’s hand was surprisingly soft, but just his touch relieved some of the pressure in his own underwear.
It didn’t take long - Gotou came with a grunt, but Masayoshi moaned into his shoulder - and Gotou lifted his head, dark eyes barely open.
“We made a mess,” Masayoshi murmured into his shirt.
“Yeah,” Gotou yawned. He nuzzled Masayoshi’s forehead with his own, yawned a second time and went almost immediately back to sleep.
Fandom: Samurai Flamenco
Characters/Pairing: Gotou/Masayoshi
Rating: NSFW/E
Length: 427
Summary: Masayoshi yawned and rubbed his face into Gotou's shoulder.
Masayoshi yawned and rubbed his face into Gotou’s shoulder. He wasn’t sure what woke him up - there was faint watery light filtering in underneath the pulled blinds, but no alarms had gone off. Just as he was deciding to drift back off into a doze until it was time to get up, Gotou groaned, low and rumbling.
He blinked his eyes sleepily, and lifted his head just slightly to check Gotou’s face - he seemed to be still asleep. Masayoshi nudged him just a bit, to be certain and Gotou shifted, rolling over onto his side and pulling Masayoshi closer. “Mmmm, ‘yoshi,” he mumbled in that same tone. “Not there….”
Masayoshi stared at the far wall of the apartment, past Gotou’s shoulder, and tried to think of anything else other than the fact that Gotou was apparently having a wet dream about him at this very moment. Which was insanely, incredibly hard because with Gotou clinging to him he could feel Gotou’s arousal against his belly, straining against the confines of his underwear.
“'yoshi,” Gotou breathed into his ear again, and groaned. “Please….”
This would be excellent blackmail material, yes. Masayoshi sighed to himself, that was inappropriate - heroes didn’t blackmail their boyfriends, even when said boyfriends started grinding their morning wood into their stomach and whimpering their name. They could, however, help the issue - and Masayoshi slid his hand down past the waistband of Gotou’s underwear. His flesh was so hot - Masayoshi couldn’t pull back and look at his face, as Gotou had him in a tight hold - so he closed his eyes and focused on his hand, encircling and stroking and rubbing….
He jolted a little bit in surprise when Gotou shifted, and ran his hand down Masayoshi’s side, slipping into his boxers as well. His mouth opened - Gotou’s hand was surprisingly soft, but just his touch relieved some of the pressure in his own underwear.
It didn’t take long - Gotou came with a grunt, but Masayoshi moaned into his shoulder - and Gotou lifted his head, dark eyes barely open.
“We made a mess,” Masayoshi murmured into his shirt.
“Yeah,” Gotou yawned. He nuzzled Masayoshi’s forehead with his own, yawned a second time and went almost immediately back to sleep.
