Samurai Flamenco - Koban Fic [Gotoyoshi]
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scriveynerTitle: Koban Fic
Fandom: Samurai Flamenco
Characters/Pairing: Gotou/Masayoshi
Rating: NSFW/E
Length: 1725
Summary: "We're very grateful for your assistance, Hazama-kun."
“We’re very grateful for your assistance, Hazama-kun,” Totsuka said, as Masayoshi put down the third box of files. Masayoshi grinned, cheerful as always, and moved out of the way as Gotou stacked another box on top of the one he just put down.
“It’s no problem,” he replied. “I don’t mind helping out, I was just sitting around anyway.” He nudged the stack of boxes with his shoe. “I can’t believe there are so many boxes of case files that haven’t been digitized yet.”
“There’s like six more boxes,” Gotou said. “C'mon, the quicker these get schlepped from upstairs the quicker it’s over with.”
Masayoshi had wandered by the koban because his afternoon engagement had been canceled at the last minute. That happened often, or the plans got changed around or increasingly something would crop up out of nowhere, leaving him to cancel plans with barely any notice. They’d barely had anything resembling a date lately, and while if he was lucky he and Gotou got to sleep in the same bed for at least a few consecutive hours, it really felt like they’d hardly seen each other for a few weeks.
The koban’s second floor held a few offices - one where the old case files lived, and two locked rooms that could serve as interrogation rooms or holding cells until a prisoner could be transferred to a larger station. The rooms rarely saw use in this district, judging by the fact that there were several broken office chairs in one. Masayoshi looked around the room with interest as Gotou hauled another heavy box of files off the stack and shoved it into Masayoshi’s arms. “You’re zoning out again,” he accused, and Masayoshi stuck out his tongue, before hauling the box down the tight stairwell.
They didn’t have far to go - an officer from the main station would be taking the boxes to digitize later that evening, but in preparation for that they were stacking the boxes against the window, both behind Gotou’s desk and on the other side of the door. Once they’d hauled the last of the boxes, Masayoshi leaned on the stack and peered out the window, at the street and occasional pedestrians outside.
“You didn’t have to help with that, you know,” Gotou said. He’d seated himself in his desk chair and let out a big sigh.
“Didn’t cost me anything to help,” Masayoshi said, and rocked on the balls of his feet, still leaning forward against the boxes.
Totsuka came through the door. “There’s a report of a disturbance not far from here,” he said, and Gotou stood up. “Sit down, Gotou-kun,” Totsuka plucked the key for the bicycle lock off the wall. “If I need your assistance I’ll let you know. It’s been a while since I rode a patrol, I need to stretch my legs.”
He paused in the doorway, eyes level with Masayoshi. “Don’t distract him,” he warned Masayoshi, and Masayoshi nodded his head, a serious expression on his face.
“No sir,” he said.
Gotou scratched a hand through his hair and sighed, then half-turned in his seat and back toward his desk, ignoring Masayoshi, who was measuring how high the boxes sat against his side, holding one hand just above his hip. “Is he gone?” Gotou asked, logging into his computer.
Masayoshi glanced out the window, at the disappearing figure of Totsuka on the bicycle. “Yup.”
“You should go home,” Gotou said, typing away. “My shift isn’t over for another couple hours yet.”
Masayoshi shrugged and leaned back against the boxes, before sliding down to sit on the floor. He measured his back against the stack, looking up at it thoughtfully. “Do you think anyone can see me sitting down here?” he asked, and Gotou glanced over at him.
“Why are you on the floor, ‘yoshi? You can pull out Totsuka’s chair, you know.”
“How long does patrol take?”
Gotou frowned at him. “Maybe thirty minutes, but there’s also a disturbance, so it might be longer, why-?”
“Just taking advantage of a rare opportunity,” Masayoshi said. “Roll over here, I want to show you something.”
Gotou sighed and clicked on something. “Masayoshi, I’m working.”
“You’re just looking at a website. Come over here, this’ll take like, five minutes.” He looked so pathetic for a moment Gotou just sighed again and gave in, swiveling in his chair and scooting it away from the desk, the meter or so it was to where Masayoshi was sitting.
“What is it you wanted to show me?” he asked.
“Take the lid off the top box,” Masayoshi got to his knees and when Gotou looked at him strangely, he took the lid off himself and pulled out a random file, passing it to Gotou. “There, now it looks like you’re working if someone looks in.”
“I AM working-” Gotou actually yelped when Masayoshi grabbed his legs and spread them so he could settle between them. “Masayoshi, what the HELL-”
“Shut up, you shouting’ll attract someone’s attention.” Masayoshi got his belt unhooked in record time. Gotou smacked him in the head with the folder, and Masayoshi batted at his hand. “Just hold still for like, five minutes okay?” He pressed his hand over Gotou’s groin, he could feel the warmth even through the fabric of his trousers. “Look, you’re already hard.”
“Oh *god*,” Gotou said, and clutched the folder. “I am going to KILL you, I swear to god-”
“We won’t get caught if you just shut up,” Masayoshi hissed at him. “I’ve been so busy lately I’ve missed you, okay? Let me do this.”
Gotou covered his lower face with his hand, looking out the window. With Masayoshi bent over on his knees only a few wispy tufts of hair was visible past the uniform stack of old boxes. There were only a handful of people on the street, and not a single one seemed interested in the koban, which was very good because now Masayoshi definitely had his cock out of his underwear and was stroking it with a devious grin on his face.
“How is this different from you fucking me at *my* job?” Masayoshi asked innocently, nosing at Gotou’s cock and then licking the head of it mischievously.
“For one thing, we were behind closed doors,” Gotou hissed, refusing to look down and fighting valiantly to keep the heavy flush off his face. “This is public indecency, oh my god-” his voice went wobbly when Masayoshi sucked the tip and then ran his tongue down the side.
“Guess so.” Masayoshi braced one hand against Gotou’s trousers, and then started to swallow him down. Gotou inhaled - this was something Masayoshi had been experimenting with, getting as much of Gotou into his mouth as he could, with mixed success - and the last thing Gotou wanted was Masayoshi gagging himself right now. He didn’t dare move though - and oh GOD his tongue, and he was still SUCKING…
Masayoshi had a big mouth and a talented tongue and, thankfully, a limited gag reflex. Gotou made a noise like he was dying and Masayoshi pinched his thigh through his trousers, hard enough that he was certain he’d have a bruise. Gotou dared to look down and met Masayoshi’s eyes, hazy but looking up at him through long lashes; dark blush spread across his nose and cheeks hollowed out - and that was it for him. He came with a groan, right down Masayoshi’s throat, hands flailing to Masayoshi’s head to hold him still, hold him there through the shuddering, to make sure that he swallowed it all down….
He hadn’t even realized he’d dropped the folder at first. Masayoshi lifted his head slowly, ran his hand down Gotou’s softening cock, and used the other to wipe his mouth. “Didn’t even make a mess,” he managed, grinning still. “I’m GOOD.”
Gotou sagged back in his chair. “I cannot believe you,” he groaned, then realized he was sitting with his cock out still and stood up, tucking himself away carefully. “I’m going to be STICKY-”
Masayoshi sat back down on his knees, looking completely satisfied. “You came faster than I expected,” he said thoughtfully, picking up the folder Gotou had dropped and shuffling its contents back inside it. “You were thinking about fucking me in the file room upstairs, weren’t you.”
“I was NOT,” Gotou said hotly, taking the folder from Masayoshi and returning it to its box, replacing the lid. “Not today, at least,” he added, not looking at Masayoshi.
He rolled the chair back to his desk and Masayoshi got to his feet, and tugged on Gotou’s sleeve. Gotou half-turned and let Masayoshi kiss him, then grabbed both of Masayoshi’s cheeks and pinched them. “Don’t ever do that AGAIN,” he said, and Masayoshi squawked and squirmed. He leaned in close, still pinching Masayoshi’s cheeks. “You’re going to be paid back with interest, I hope you’re prepared.”
Masayoshi rubbed his poor cheeks, but he grinned. “I’ll look forward to it.”
Fandom: Samurai Flamenco
Characters/Pairing: Gotou/Masayoshi
Rating: NSFW/E
Length: 1725
Summary: "We're very grateful for your assistance, Hazama-kun."
“We’re very grateful for your assistance, Hazama-kun,” Totsuka said, as Masayoshi put down the third box of files. Masayoshi grinned, cheerful as always, and moved out of the way as Gotou stacked another box on top of the one he just put down.
“It’s no problem,” he replied. “I don’t mind helping out, I was just sitting around anyway.” He nudged the stack of boxes with his shoe. “I can’t believe there are so many boxes of case files that haven’t been digitized yet.”
“There’s like six more boxes,” Gotou said. “C'mon, the quicker these get schlepped from upstairs the quicker it’s over with.”
Masayoshi had wandered by the koban because his afternoon engagement had been canceled at the last minute. That happened often, or the plans got changed around or increasingly something would crop up out of nowhere, leaving him to cancel plans with barely any notice. They’d barely had anything resembling a date lately, and while if he was lucky he and Gotou got to sleep in the same bed for at least a few consecutive hours, it really felt like they’d hardly seen each other for a few weeks.
The koban’s second floor held a few offices - one where the old case files lived, and two locked rooms that could serve as interrogation rooms or holding cells until a prisoner could be transferred to a larger station. The rooms rarely saw use in this district, judging by the fact that there were several broken office chairs in one. Masayoshi looked around the room with interest as Gotou hauled another heavy box of files off the stack and shoved it into Masayoshi’s arms. “You’re zoning out again,” he accused, and Masayoshi stuck out his tongue, before hauling the box down the tight stairwell.
They didn’t have far to go - an officer from the main station would be taking the boxes to digitize later that evening, but in preparation for that they were stacking the boxes against the window, both behind Gotou’s desk and on the other side of the door. Once they’d hauled the last of the boxes, Masayoshi leaned on the stack and peered out the window, at the street and occasional pedestrians outside.
“You didn’t have to help with that, you know,” Gotou said. He’d seated himself in his desk chair and let out a big sigh.
“Didn’t cost me anything to help,” Masayoshi said, and rocked on the balls of his feet, still leaning forward against the boxes.
Totsuka came through the door. “There’s a report of a disturbance not far from here,” he said, and Gotou stood up. “Sit down, Gotou-kun,” Totsuka plucked the key for the bicycle lock off the wall. “If I need your assistance I’ll let you know. It’s been a while since I rode a patrol, I need to stretch my legs.”
He paused in the doorway, eyes level with Masayoshi. “Don’t distract him,” he warned Masayoshi, and Masayoshi nodded his head, a serious expression on his face.
“No sir,” he said.
Gotou scratched a hand through his hair and sighed, then half-turned in his seat and back toward his desk, ignoring Masayoshi, who was measuring how high the boxes sat against his side, holding one hand just above his hip. “Is he gone?” Gotou asked, logging into his computer.
Masayoshi glanced out the window, at the disappearing figure of Totsuka on the bicycle. “Yup.”
“You should go home,” Gotou said, typing away. “My shift isn’t over for another couple hours yet.”
Masayoshi shrugged and leaned back against the boxes, before sliding down to sit on the floor. He measured his back against the stack, looking up at it thoughtfully. “Do you think anyone can see me sitting down here?” he asked, and Gotou glanced over at him.
“Why are you on the floor, ‘yoshi? You can pull out Totsuka’s chair, you know.”
“How long does patrol take?”
Gotou frowned at him. “Maybe thirty minutes, but there’s also a disturbance, so it might be longer, why-?”
“Just taking advantage of a rare opportunity,” Masayoshi said. “Roll over here, I want to show you something.”
Gotou sighed and clicked on something. “Masayoshi, I’m working.”
“You’re just looking at a website. Come over here, this’ll take like, five minutes.” He looked so pathetic for a moment Gotou just sighed again and gave in, swiveling in his chair and scooting it away from the desk, the meter or so it was to where Masayoshi was sitting.
“What is it you wanted to show me?” he asked.
“Take the lid off the top box,” Masayoshi got to his knees and when Gotou looked at him strangely, he took the lid off himself and pulled out a random file, passing it to Gotou. “There, now it looks like you’re working if someone looks in.”
“I AM working-” Gotou actually yelped when Masayoshi grabbed his legs and spread them so he could settle between them. “Masayoshi, what the HELL-”
“Shut up, you shouting’ll attract someone’s attention.” Masayoshi got his belt unhooked in record time. Gotou smacked him in the head with the folder, and Masayoshi batted at his hand. “Just hold still for like, five minutes okay?” He pressed his hand over Gotou’s groin, he could feel the warmth even through the fabric of his trousers. “Look, you’re already hard.”
“Oh *god*,” Gotou said, and clutched the folder. “I am going to KILL you, I swear to god-”
“We won’t get caught if you just shut up,” Masayoshi hissed at him. “I’ve been so busy lately I’ve missed you, okay? Let me do this.”
Gotou covered his lower face with his hand, looking out the window. With Masayoshi bent over on his knees only a few wispy tufts of hair was visible past the uniform stack of old boxes. There were only a handful of people on the street, and not a single one seemed interested in the koban, which was very good because now Masayoshi definitely had his cock out of his underwear and was stroking it with a devious grin on his face.
“How is this different from you fucking me at *my* job?” Masayoshi asked innocently, nosing at Gotou’s cock and then licking the head of it mischievously.
“For one thing, we were behind closed doors,” Gotou hissed, refusing to look down and fighting valiantly to keep the heavy flush off his face. “This is public indecency, oh my god-” his voice went wobbly when Masayoshi sucked the tip and then ran his tongue down the side.
“Guess so.” Masayoshi braced one hand against Gotou’s trousers, and then started to swallow him down. Gotou inhaled - this was something Masayoshi had been experimenting with, getting as much of Gotou into his mouth as he could, with mixed success - and the last thing Gotou wanted was Masayoshi gagging himself right now. He didn’t dare move though - and oh GOD his tongue, and he was still SUCKING…
Masayoshi had a big mouth and a talented tongue and, thankfully, a limited gag reflex. Gotou made a noise like he was dying and Masayoshi pinched his thigh through his trousers, hard enough that he was certain he’d have a bruise. Gotou dared to look down and met Masayoshi’s eyes, hazy but looking up at him through long lashes; dark blush spread across his nose and cheeks hollowed out - and that was it for him. He came with a groan, right down Masayoshi’s throat, hands flailing to Masayoshi’s head to hold him still, hold him there through the shuddering, to make sure that he swallowed it all down….
He hadn’t even realized he’d dropped the folder at first. Masayoshi lifted his head slowly, ran his hand down Gotou’s softening cock, and used the other to wipe his mouth. “Didn’t even make a mess,” he managed, grinning still. “I’m GOOD.”
Gotou sagged back in his chair. “I cannot believe you,” he groaned, then realized he was sitting with his cock out still and stood up, tucking himself away carefully. “I’m going to be STICKY-”
Masayoshi sat back down on his knees, looking completely satisfied. “You came faster than I expected,” he said thoughtfully, picking up the folder Gotou had dropped and shuffling its contents back inside it. “You were thinking about fucking me in the file room upstairs, weren’t you.”
“I was NOT,” Gotou said hotly, taking the folder from Masayoshi and returning it to its box, replacing the lid. “Not today, at least,” he added, not looking at Masayoshi.
He rolled the chair back to his desk and Masayoshi got to his feet, and tugged on Gotou’s sleeve. Gotou half-turned and let Masayoshi kiss him, then grabbed both of Masayoshi’s cheeks and pinched them. “Don’t ever do that AGAIN,” he said, and Masayoshi squawked and squirmed. He leaned in close, still pinching Masayoshi’s cheeks. “You’re going to be paid back with interest, I hope you’re prepared.”
Masayoshi rubbed his poor cheeks, but he grinned. “I’ll look forward to it.”
