Samurai Flamenco - headbutt [Gotoyoshi]
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scriveynerTitle: headbutt
Fandom: Samurai Flamenco
Characters/Pairing: Gotou/Masayoshi
Rating: NSFW/E
Length: 361
Summary: "I think you permanently altered the shape of my skull, this time."
Masayoshi laid on his side and laughed so hard tears were squeezing out. Gotou rubbed his forehead dejectedly - it had hurt, but no more than the last ten times it had happened. “I think you permanently altered the shape of my skull this time, ‘yoshi.”
Masayoshi wheezed in response, and Gotou sighed, more amused than put out. He rolled up on his side as well, slinging his arm over Masayoshi and pulled him close, pressing his mouth to the back of Masayoshi’s neck. Masayoshi giggled, and Gotou bit him, lightly.
“Ow! Gotou-san!”
“You smacked me in the face with your head,” Gotou complained, sliding his hand up Masayoshi’s chest. “Again.”
“It was an accident!” Masayoshi squirmed again him, still laughing. “You weren’t supposed to come up like that-!”
“You put your hand on my dick and squeezed, of course I’m going to react-”
Masayoshi wriggled in his arms, pressing his butt back against Gotou. His underwear was only down a little, and that action pinned his cock between them. Gotou exhaled roughly against Masayoshi’s bare shoulder and Masayoshi groaned, and then chuckled at Gotou’s reaction.
“Well you didn’t need to flail up,” Masayoshi said, his voice sliding more into the range of husky. He rubbed his ass against Gotou again and Gotou rolled them, so Masayoshi was pinned face-down to the mattress. He didn’t put up a struggle, groaning happily at the way Gotou manhandled him. “Gotou-san,” he breathed, as Gotou’s weight pressed him into the mattress.
“No more headbutts, right?” Gotou said, scraping his teeth along Masayoshi’s shoulder-blade.
“Technically, you headbutted me,” Masayoshi said, and then made a soft moaning noise into the sheets when Gotou rutted against him, underwear the only thing separating the heat of their flesh.
“Semantics, I don’t have the skull like a cement block,” Gotou said, and pressed his hips down again.
Fandom: Samurai Flamenco
Characters/Pairing: Gotou/Masayoshi
Rating: NSFW/E
Length: 361
Summary: "I think you permanently altered the shape of my skull, this time."
Masayoshi laid on his side and laughed so hard tears were squeezing out. Gotou rubbed his forehead dejectedly - it had hurt, but no more than the last ten times it had happened. “I think you permanently altered the shape of my skull this time, ‘yoshi.”
Masayoshi wheezed in response, and Gotou sighed, more amused than put out. He rolled up on his side as well, slinging his arm over Masayoshi and pulled him close, pressing his mouth to the back of Masayoshi’s neck. Masayoshi giggled, and Gotou bit him, lightly.
“Ow! Gotou-san!”
“You smacked me in the face with your head,” Gotou complained, sliding his hand up Masayoshi’s chest. “Again.”
“It was an accident!” Masayoshi squirmed again him, still laughing. “You weren’t supposed to come up like that-!”
“You put your hand on my dick and squeezed, of course I’m going to react-”
Masayoshi wriggled in his arms, pressing his butt back against Gotou. His underwear was only down a little, and that action pinned his cock between them. Gotou exhaled roughly against Masayoshi’s bare shoulder and Masayoshi groaned, and then chuckled at Gotou’s reaction.
“Well you didn’t need to flail up,” Masayoshi said, his voice sliding more into the range of husky. He rubbed his ass against Gotou again and Gotou rolled them, so Masayoshi was pinned face-down to the mattress. He didn’t put up a struggle, groaning happily at the way Gotou manhandled him. “Gotou-san,” he breathed, as Gotou’s weight pressed him into the mattress.
“No more headbutts, right?” Gotou said, scraping his teeth along Masayoshi’s shoulder-blade.
“Technically, you headbutted me,” Masayoshi said, and then made a soft moaning noise into the sheets when Gotou rutted against him, underwear the only thing separating the heat of their flesh.
“Semantics, I don’t have the skull like a cement block,” Gotou said, and pressed his hips down again.
