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scriveyner) wrote2014-10-13 12:13 pm
scriveyner) wrote2014-10-13 12:13 pm
Samurai Flamenco - Insert Description [Gotoyoshi]
Title: Insert Description
Fandom: Samurai Flamenco
Characters/Pairing: Gotou/Masayoshi
Rating: NSFW/E
Length: 327
Summary: Gotou almost flipped the table when Masayoshi hugged him anyway.
Masayoshi buried his face into the pillow and tried not to mewl in his desperation. He wasn’t used to knowing he could feel like this, the blood running so hot in his veins he almost feared it would set the bed alight beneath him. He wanted to touch himself but didn’t dare shift; because Gotou was there behind him, holding his hips steady and murmuring nonsense, soft and soothing.
He’d come home to find the television off, Gotou sitting at the low table with his laptop open and headphones on, studying the screen with a look of intense concentration. He was so involved he didn’t even hear Masayoshi come in, which allowed Masayoshi to sneak behind him, intent on surprising him with a hug and instead discovering that Gotou was watching porn.
Gotou almost flipped the table when Masayoshi hugged him anyway, pressing his now-flushed face into Gotou’s shoulder. “I can do that,” he said before Gotou could even open his mouth to yell at Masayoshi for startling him. “If you want me too.”
He felt too full, a heavy pressure that skirted on painful depending which way he twitched. Gotou’s hands were almost searingly hot, fixed points holding his hips still and waiting for him to adjust - waiting for the trembling to stop, for Masayoshi to lift his head and moan just like that, so he could move them both.
Masayoshi had never imagined anything could feel like this, overwhelmed and overstimulated; this was a thousand times different than the rush of adrenaline that shot through him in a fight, so much better, almost blindingly so. He was leaking all over the sheets, sobbing desperately into Gotou’s pillow as the feelings rose and crested, Gotou’s breath hot on his shoulder as he moaned his satisfaction into Masayoshi’s back.
Fandom: Samurai Flamenco
Characters/Pairing: Gotou/Masayoshi
Rating: NSFW/E
Length: 327
Summary: Gotou almost flipped the table when Masayoshi hugged him anyway.
Masayoshi buried his face into the pillow and tried not to mewl in his desperation. He wasn’t used to knowing he could feel like this, the blood running so hot in his veins he almost feared it would set the bed alight beneath him. He wanted to touch himself but didn’t dare shift; because Gotou was there behind him, holding his hips steady and murmuring nonsense, soft and soothing.
He’d come home to find the television off, Gotou sitting at the low table with his laptop open and headphones on, studying the screen with a look of intense concentration. He was so involved he didn’t even hear Masayoshi come in, which allowed Masayoshi to sneak behind him, intent on surprising him with a hug and instead discovering that Gotou was watching porn.
Gotou almost flipped the table when Masayoshi hugged him anyway, pressing his now-flushed face into Gotou’s shoulder. “I can do that,” he said before Gotou could even open his mouth to yell at Masayoshi for startling him. “If you want me too.”
He felt too full, a heavy pressure that skirted on painful depending which way he twitched. Gotou’s hands were almost searingly hot, fixed points holding his hips still and waiting for him to adjust - waiting for the trembling to stop, for Masayoshi to lift his head and moan just like that, so he could move them both.
Masayoshi had never imagined anything could feel like this, overwhelmed and overstimulated; this was a thousand times different than the rush of adrenaline that shot through him in a fight, so much better, almost blindingly so. He was leaking all over the sheets, sobbing desperately into Gotou’s pillow as the feelings rose and crested, Gotou’s breath hot on his shoulder as he moaned his satisfaction into Masayoshi’s back.