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scriveyner) wrote2015-03-14 12:05 pm
scriveyner) wrote2015-03-14 12:05 pm
Samurai Flamenco - make me so [14 - 69] [Gotoyoshi]
Title: make me so: 14 - 69
Fandom: Samurai Flamenco
Characters/Pairing: Gotou/Masayoshi
Rating: NSFW/E
Length: 723
Summary:
Masayoshi straddled Gotou’s head carefully, his weight distributed between two knees and one arm. “You don’t have to,” he protested, wiping his mouth with the back of his free hand, the taste of Gotou’s cock still fresh on his breath. He hadn’t gotten Gotou off yet, he’d been in the middle of his best attempt yet when Gotou caught under his arm and yanked him up onto the bed, hands kneading Masayoshi’s naked thighs.
This changed things dramatically. He had given blowjobs in this position in the past, but it was always a challenge – and Gotou had said not one word, hands warm and very intent, coaxing Masayoshi’s hips down, breath hot across Masayoshi’s naked skin. “Gotou-san,” Masayoshi said, leaning forward and down, hand circling Gotou’s cock, stroking it slowly.
“Don’t stop,” Gotou murmured, kissing the inside of Masayoshi’s thigh, close enough to his own erection that he shivered involuntarily, aching with the need to be touched but hesitant in asking Gotou to do that, to touch him when he was the one who was supposed to be taking care of Gotou.
It wasn’t more than a light sprain, he’d caught his foot dismounting his bicycle while on duty and the injured limb was wrapped, currently – Gotou had walked in with a hobble, without aid and as soon as Masayoshi saw the bandages he’d pushed Gotou down on the bed, informed him that he Wasn’t Allowed To Get Up, cooked him curry and sat next to him on the bed as they ate, Gotou rolling his eyes the entire time, muttering about how he was fine, and everyone was making a big deal out of nothing.
Not surprisingly, he stopped complaining when Masayoshi knelt between his legs, looking up at Gotou coyly through his bangs, and slowly tugged down the zipper to his trousers.
But this wasn’t supposed to be about him, and Masayoshi let off a small choked noise as Gotou nosed at his balls, having yet to lay a finger on Masayoshi’s erection. “You stopped,” Gotou rumbled, and Masayoshi remembered he had Gotou’s cock in hand and leaned forward, trying to dismiss what Gotou was doing to him at the same time.
It was more difficult than the last time, dividing his attention like this. Masayoshi knew what Gotou liked by now, but it was an entirely different beast to deliver that upside down. His cock curved differently like this, and it felt weird pressed against his tongue. He would endeavor on, especially as Gotou’s tongue trailed up the shaft of his cock. He pressed Masayoshi’s erection down, lapping at it, and he had Gotou’s cock in his throat, he couldn’t do anything but groan in satisfaction, swallowing around Gotou’s length.
There was no need for words at this point, just pooling warmth spreading through Masayoshi’s body, Gotou’s mouth hot on his skin – not always on his cock, trailing kisses along the soft skin of his inner thighs, arms looped over his legs to keep him in place. He would make encouraging noises as Masayoshi sucked him, paying the most attention to his erection – even with Gotou’s legs cocked wide he didn’t have the same space to play.
“Masayoshi,” Gotou said, his voice heavy. He shifted, tilting his hips up – and Masayoshi knew what he wanted, swallowing down his erection again. Gotou’s cock was twitching, he was close – and he couldn’t even think of moving with the way he was being held, so Masayoshi closed his eyes as Gotou came in his mouth.
Gotou rested his face against Masayoshi’s leg, panting slightly, fingers gripping tight enough that Masayoshi could imagine the pattern of their bruising with ease. “I love you, Gotou-san,” Masayoshi said, and Gotou groaned in response, pulling Masayoshi’s hips down so that he could suck Masayoshi’s cock back into his waiting mouth.
Fandom: Samurai Flamenco
Characters/Pairing: Gotou/Masayoshi
Rating: NSFW/E
Length: 723
Summary:
Masayoshi straddled Gotou’s head carefully, his weight distributed between two knees and one arm. “You don’t have to,” he protested, wiping his mouth with the back of his free hand, the taste of Gotou’s cock still fresh on his breath. He hadn’t gotten Gotou off yet, he’d been in the middle of his best attempt yet when Gotou caught under his arm and yanked him up onto the bed, hands kneading Masayoshi’s naked thighs.
This changed things dramatically. He had given blowjobs in this position in the past, but it was always a challenge – and Gotou had said not one word, hands warm and very intent, coaxing Masayoshi’s hips down, breath hot across Masayoshi’s naked skin. “Gotou-san,” Masayoshi said, leaning forward and down, hand circling Gotou’s cock, stroking it slowly.
“Don’t stop,” Gotou murmured, kissing the inside of Masayoshi’s thigh, close enough to his own erection that he shivered involuntarily, aching with the need to be touched but hesitant in asking Gotou to do that, to touch him when he was the one who was supposed to be taking care of Gotou.
It wasn’t more than a light sprain, he’d caught his foot dismounting his bicycle while on duty and the injured limb was wrapped, currently – Gotou had walked in with a hobble, without aid and as soon as Masayoshi saw the bandages he’d pushed Gotou down on the bed, informed him that he Wasn’t Allowed To Get Up, cooked him curry and sat next to him on the bed as they ate, Gotou rolling his eyes the entire time, muttering about how he was fine, and everyone was making a big deal out of nothing.
Not surprisingly, he stopped complaining when Masayoshi knelt between his legs, looking up at Gotou coyly through his bangs, and slowly tugged down the zipper to his trousers.
But this wasn’t supposed to be about him, and Masayoshi let off a small choked noise as Gotou nosed at his balls, having yet to lay a finger on Masayoshi’s erection. “You stopped,” Gotou rumbled, and Masayoshi remembered he had Gotou’s cock in hand and leaned forward, trying to dismiss what Gotou was doing to him at the same time.
It was more difficult than the last time, dividing his attention like this. Masayoshi knew what Gotou liked by now, but it was an entirely different beast to deliver that upside down. His cock curved differently like this, and it felt weird pressed against his tongue. He would endeavor on, especially as Gotou’s tongue trailed up the shaft of his cock. He pressed Masayoshi’s erection down, lapping at it, and he had Gotou’s cock in his throat, he couldn’t do anything but groan in satisfaction, swallowing around Gotou’s length.
There was no need for words at this point, just pooling warmth spreading through Masayoshi’s body, Gotou’s mouth hot on his skin – not always on his cock, trailing kisses along the soft skin of his inner thighs, arms looped over his legs to keep him in place. He would make encouraging noises as Masayoshi sucked him, paying the most attention to his erection – even with Gotou’s legs cocked wide he didn’t have the same space to play.
“Masayoshi,” Gotou said, his voice heavy. He shifted, tilting his hips up – and Masayoshi knew what he wanted, swallowing down his erection again. Gotou’s cock was twitching, he was close – and he couldn’t even think of moving with the way he was being held, so Masayoshi closed his eyes as Gotou came in his mouth.
Gotou rested his face against Masayoshi’s leg, panting slightly, fingers gripping tight enough that Masayoshi could imagine the pattern of their bruising with ease. “I love you, Gotou-san,” Masayoshi said, and Gotou groaned in response, pulling Masayoshi’s hips down so that he could suck Masayoshi’s cock back into his waiting mouth.