Samurai Flamenco - It Came From the Closet [Gotoyoshi]

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Title: It Came From the Closet
Fandom: Samurai Flamenco
Characters/Pairing: Gotou/Masayoshi
Rating: NSFW/E
Length: 2060
Summary: "You left what, WHERE?"

Masayoshi stared down into the box, and blinked. He looked up, around the room – the television was off, dark and quiet. He had made Gotou’s bed thoughtfully, the dishes cleaned and sitting in the sink, and Masayoshi had decided to go through the bags of stuff he’d shoved into the closet-space he used to sleep in. There was bound to be stuff he could bin in there – but as he had pulled out two bags one of them caught a box that had been precariously stacked under the shelf, it toppled over onto the floor at his feet, so Masayoshi picked it up, flipping up the loose flap out of curiosity before he could stop himself.

There were papers inside, various knickknacks and a smaller box, still tightly wrapped in cellophane. It was translucent enough that Masayoshi could tell exactly what the package contained, and he almost dropped it back into the box and shoved the box back into the closet. Masayoshi blushed a bright red and looked around the room again, as if someone was going to magically appear and chide him for continuing to hold the package and stare at it, instead of putting it away.

It was a garishly colored dildo, bright and obscene even when tucked away in a box wrapped in cellophane. He’d never really seen one before – if he walked into a sex shop the tabloids would have a field day and Ishihara would probably pull his intestines out and strangle him with them. Not that he was curious, or anything, Gotou was more than satisfying.

As soon as he had that thought, Masayoshi blushed harder. He started to put the box back into the other box, and then hesitated.

They’d been sleeping together for a little while now, but this was still very new to them both. Masayoshi almost regularly gagged himself trying to take more of Gotou’s cock into his mouth than he could easily handle, to the point where Gotou tried to distract him from trying. Masayoshi looked down at the box, and then at his bags on the floor. He shoved everything back into the closet at sat down at the low table, tearing open the cellophane before he could talk himself out of it.

Freed from its container, the dildo sat upright on the table - an approximation of an erect cock, hilariously colored in a garish red. It rested on fake testicles, completely shorn flat on one side so that it could sit upright. Masayoshi crossed his arms and contemplated the thing objectively, his face a matching shade of red.

It was bigger than Gotou – not by a whole lot, but enough that things were going to be even more difficult – but all the better to practice on, right? Masayoshi looked around the room again, paranoid that he was being observed, but finally he sat forward and touched it, running his fingers over its strange, cool surface and lightly encircling the root of its shaft.

He didn’t have to leave it sitting on the table, so Masayoshi picked it up and brought it to his mouth. Tentatively, he licked at the head, and then made face – it didn’t taste right, he’d gotten used to Gotou, warm flesh, salty and bitter and familiar – but he didn’t have to like the taste of this, so he did it again. He teased his tongue over the ridged head, where the slit would be and thought of how Gotou would make a noise in his throat, eyes heavy as he watched Masayoshi, hand carding softly through his hair.

There wasn’t enough wetness on the thing. Masayoshi rubbed his hand over the shaft, fingers dragging over bulging veins, and scowled. It wasn’t slick enough. He spat on the head a little, rubbed his thumb over the top, spreading his saliva, and then very gently took the head of it into his mouth.

It was uncomfortable, he could definitely tell the size difference now – but he was determined, and there wasn’t any danger of accidentally biting Gotou so he kept going, swallowing it down as much as he could. He didn’t get very far before he gagged, retching slightly and yanked it out of his mouth to cough.

Masayoshi wiped his mouth with the back of his sleeve and stared at the thing, breathing shallowly. It was just another form of training, right? He worked his jaw around, set the dildo upright on the table and sat up on his knees, realizing for the first time that he was getting hard. Masayoshi rubbed his hand over the bulge in his pants and exhaled through his nose. He would have to train a lot.

#

Gotou fumbled for his key, plastic convenience store bag in his other hand, weighed down with a resupply of beer and canned cold tea. He wasn’t on shift today, but he had a mandatory review meeting with a few fellow officers that he couldn’t avoid, so he was home much earlier than usual. He’d told Masayoshi because they were planning to go out for dinner – but when he opened the door, he was surprised by how quiet the apartment was.

“Masayoshi?” he called, taking off his shoes and padding in his socks to the kitchen area, putting the bag of drinks into the minifridge. He didn’t really get a response, but he heard a low groan from the main room that made his stomach twist and made him move quickly. “Masayoshi, are you all right!?”

Masayoshi was in fact, all right. Gotou stood at the threshold of the two rooms, one hand on the door frame, and stared. Masayoshi was on his side in the kicked-apart mess of sheets on the bed, his face buried in the crook of his arm and breathing hard. His other hand was stroking himself roughly, almost in time with the heaving of his breath.

Gotou was absolutely sure he was going to have to collect his jaw from its new location on the floor. “Holy shit,” he said, mouth dry. “Masayoshi, what-”

“Gotou-san,” Masayoshi moaned into his arm, twitching his hips and then rolling onto his stomach, grinding down against the rumpled sheets. Now from this angle Gotou could see the flared, brightly colored base of a dildo pressed deep into Masayoshi’s backside. It was really a good thing that he had a solid grip on the doorframe, because Gotou was certain that all the blood rushing south like that couldn’t be good for his equilibrium.

Hat, jacket, and dress shirt were all shed on the floor between the doorway and the bed. Masayoshi kept grinding his hips down, dragging up against the sheets as Gotou pressed one knee to the mattress, bracing one hand by Masayoshi’s head. “What,” Gotou breathed, breath trapped heavy in his lungs, the scent of Masayoshi heady and overwhelming now. “Have you been doing?”

He brushed his hand over the flared base, shifted it just a little and Masayoshi made a noise like he was dying, jerking away and biting down on the soft skin of his inner arm. “Training,” Masayoshi gasped out, as Gotou tugged at the dildo, and pulled it slowly, agonizingly out of him.

It came free with a filthy wet noise, slick with lube. Masayoshi keened, face still pressed to his arm as Gotou stared at it. “Where did you..?” he asked, and Masayoshi shook his head weakly, and flailed his other hand out, catching Gotou’s arm.

“Fuck me,” he groaned.

How could he even dream of saying no to that?

The dildo clattered to the floor as Gotou climbed onto the bed. Masayoshi rolled with him, face and chest flushed, hair wild – Gotou leaned forward on his arm and kissed him, tasting the desperation on his breath as he wrapped both of his arms over Gotou’s shoulders and held him down. “Gotou-san, Gotou-san,” Masayoshi repeated his name like a mantra broken into chunks, interrupted by kisses and moans.

“Can’t get my pants off,” Gotou said as Masayoshi nuzzled against his neck, holding him down tight. “Masayoshi, I can’t-”

Masayoshi whined and released him, enough so that that Gotou could drag his trousers and underwear down enough to free himself. He was too much in the moment for much else.

“Holy shit,” he breathed as Masayoshi spread his legs open wide, hips angled up, his cock flushed and leaking against his stomach. He had never seen Masayoshi so wanton, and Gotou had fast lost his ability to do anything other than stare at him.

“Gotou-san,” Masayoshi said, catching one of his legs and drawing it back toward his chest. “Please, please-”

Trousers hanging off his hips, Gotou obeyed, pressing the head of his cock against Masayoshi and sliding in effortlessly. Masayoshi tossed his head back, eyes closed and mouth open. “Warm,” he said, hand finding Gotou’s arm. “You’re so warm, feels so good-”

“Masayoshi,” Gotou said, leaning over him, pressing him forward, pulling his hips further off the bed. “Masayoshi-”

He didn’t know how long it was, bodies slipping together, groaning and clutching and writhing – he was bent almost completely double over Masayoshi, he could only thrust shallowly but Masayoshi had his eyes trained on Gotou, wide and dark, pupils blown large and Gotou could fall into those eyes if he let himself, and never emerge.

Masayoshi came first, clawing Gotou’s shoulders bloody, clinging to him and shaking so hard Gotou knew he’d been holding himself back for a while. Once those tremors faded Gotou kept moving, kept fucking into him until his own orgasm dragged out and he felt like someone had caught a hook under his ribs and tugged as he emptied himself entirely into Masayoshi.

Gotou lay across Masayoshi, unable to tell their heartbeats apart. “Holy shit,” he repeated again, his voice strangely gravelly. Masayoshi let out a large sigh, and draped his arm across his forehead, eyes still closed. “What, where did that come from?”

“Gotou-san’s cock is best,” Masayoshi said dreamily. Gotou sighed and got up on his elbows.

“Oi, Masayoshi,” Gotou said. “You all right?”

“I’m wonderful,” Masayoshi murmured. He opened his eyes and looked at Gotou and grinned. “You’re home early.”

Gotou put his hand on Masayoshi’s face as he levered himself up. “Stop being cute, where did that dildo come from?”

Masayoshi watched Gotou slide off of him, and then wriggle out of his now-stained trousers, dropping them off the side of the bed. “It’s not yours?” he asked, a little confused. “I found it in the closet when I was pulling out some of my stuff.”

“No, why would I have something like that?” Gotou asked, leaning over the edge of the bed and picking up the dildo, before tossing it on the table to be dealt with later. “I don’t know where it came from.”

“Oh,” Masayoshi said, brow furrowed. “That’s weird.”

“Mm,” Gotou crawled into bed beside Masayoshi. “Worry about it after nap,” he said, and Masayoshi rolled up on his side, letting Gotou wrap his arms around Masayoshi and pull him close. Masayoshi put his arms over Gotou’s hands on his chest and exhaled contentedly, before closing his eyes and drifting off to sleep.

#

“You left a what, where?” Mizuki repeated, scandalized.

Mari shrugged, and chomped on her pocky. “Wonder if they found it yet,” she said idly, and continued to scroll on her cell phone.