Samurai Flamenco - Lustful [Gotoyoshi]
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scriveynerTitle: Lustful
Fandom: Samurai Flamenco
Characters/Pairing: Gotou/Masayoshi
Rating: M
Length: 350
Summary: The switch flipped.
The switch flipped.
The problem was, Gotou wasn’t one hundred percent sure when it had flipped. One moment it seemed like he was rolling his eyes at whatever ridiculous thing was currently coming out of Masayoshi’s mouth - the next he was just staring at that mouth, paying no attention to what Masayoshi was saying and instead imagining him on his knees, that cute little mouth of his wrapped around Gotou and sucking.
He realized with a start that Masayoshi had stopped talking, and was staring with the strangest expression at Gotou. “Are you all right?” he asked. “Your mouth is open.”
Gotou covered the lower part of his face with his hand, in equal parts covering his gaping mouth and surreptitiously checking for a nosebleed. No, he wasn’t all right, he just had a spontaneous vivid mental image of Masayoshi giving him a blowjob. He was torn between filing that image away for careful consideration and absolutely losing his mind over it, there was no middle ground to be had. “I’m … fine,” he lied through his teeth, his voice strangled.
Masayoshi gave him a long, considering look - and for a brief moment Gotou wondered if, among everything else crazy that had happened in his life, Masayoshi had developed the ability to read minds. It would be just his luck.
“You don’t sound fine,” Masayoshi said insistently, and frowned at him.
“I’m fine,” Gotou repeated, this time his voice came out normal. “It’s nothing, I’m just tired.”
Masayoshi nodded his head gravely - bless his naivete, Gotou couldn’t think of anyone else who would leave it alone after the look he must have been giving Masayoshi. “You’ve been working almost double because of King Torture’s monsters, it’s no wonder.”
“Yeah,” Gotou said, and felt strangely guilty. “That’s it exactly.”
Fandom: Samurai Flamenco
Characters/Pairing: Gotou/Masayoshi
Rating: M
Length: 350
Summary: The switch flipped.
The switch flipped.
The problem was, Gotou wasn’t one hundred percent sure when it had flipped. One moment it seemed like he was rolling his eyes at whatever ridiculous thing was currently coming out of Masayoshi’s mouth - the next he was just staring at that mouth, paying no attention to what Masayoshi was saying and instead imagining him on his knees, that cute little mouth of his wrapped around Gotou and sucking.
He realized with a start that Masayoshi had stopped talking, and was staring with the strangest expression at Gotou. “Are you all right?” he asked. “Your mouth is open.”
Gotou covered the lower part of his face with his hand, in equal parts covering his gaping mouth and surreptitiously checking for a nosebleed. No, he wasn’t all right, he just had a spontaneous vivid mental image of Masayoshi giving him a blowjob. He was torn between filing that image away for careful consideration and absolutely losing his mind over it, there was no middle ground to be had. “I’m … fine,” he lied through his teeth, his voice strangled.
Masayoshi gave him a long, considering look - and for a brief moment Gotou wondered if, among everything else crazy that had happened in his life, Masayoshi had developed the ability to read minds. It would be just his luck.
“You don’t sound fine,” Masayoshi said insistently, and frowned at him.
“I’m fine,” Gotou repeated, this time his voice came out normal. “It’s nothing, I’m just tired.”
Masayoshi nodded his head gravely - bless his naivete, Gotou couldn’t think of anyone else who would leave it alone after the look he must have been giving Masayoshi. “You’ve been working almost double because of King Torture’s monsters, it’s no wonder.”
“Yeah,” Gotou said, and felt strangely guilty. “That’s it exactly.”
