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scriveynerTitle: make me so: 15 - in a public place
Fandom: Samurai Flamenco
Characters/Pairing: Gotou/Masayoshi
Rating: NSFW/E
Length: 663
Summary: He was spiked high on adrenaline, still dizzy with it...
He was spiked high on adrenaline, still dizzy with it – he’d never associated that and this, Gotou’s hands clamped tight to his hips, his costume tugged aside, indecent, but now an inextricable link was forming there in his mind. He wasn’t even sure how it came to this, it was hard connecting the dots, the timeline was fuzzy he had been fighting a monster of some kind, but that didn’t really matter right now, did it? Right now Gotou’s breath was heavy against the back of his neck, Masayoshi’s hands braced on the dirty alley wall.
There was some part of his mind that was reminding him he should be alarmed by this, they were doing this where they could be easily discovered by the media, or Gotou’s fellow officers dispatched to help clear the scene – he was too overwhelmed to care. Gotou was penetrating him slowly, forcing him to feel every movement as he pressed Masayoshi open, and the thought occurred to Masayoshi in the same manner, what had Gotou used as lube? It didn’t hurt, he had to be using something – but then the head of his cock pressed into that spot and Masayoshi lost words for a moment as Gotou adjusted himself and kept going.
Masayoshi kept trying to catch the tail of his thoughts but it would elude him as sensation overwhelmed him. Gotou always felt so good, so right, the friction sending delicious jolts up his nerves as he felt the need coiling in his belly. His helmet was overturned on the ground – Masayoshi hung his head, arms locked and stared at his helmet, worried for a moment they were going to dirty it but remembered that his cock was trapped in his costume, if anything he was going to dirty that.
“Gotou-sa-“ Masayoshi’s voice caught as Gotou’s hand slipped up to his throat, and then his mouth – he covered Masayoshi’s mouth with one hand, before slipping two fingers in and Masayoshi sucked them obediently. That was distracting enough, he forgot his worry about messing anything as Gotou started moving into him more frantically.
His legs started trembling, and Gotou wrapped his other arm around Masayoshi’s waist, keeping their bodies pressed together, pushing his hand down on the costume where Masayoshi’s cock was trapped, where a wet spot was blatantly forming.
Masayoshi could hear people nearby, couldn’t see them – they were going to get caught like this, it was going to ruin everything but somehow that turned him on more, his cock so hard it ached, the pressure of Gotou’s hand through his uniform not enough, never enough….
Gotou’s voice, rough and ragged in his ear, “come for me.”
He whimpered, he was so close but not quite there, just a little more… but then Gotou slammed himself into Masayoshi again and came, filling him and Masayoshi moaned as he felt the overspill get churned frothy as Gotou kept moving slowly, fucking himself out. Gotou’s cum ran down his thighs, and Masayoshi’s hips jerked, he shuddered as Gotou gripped him through the loose fabric of his uniform and squeezed, and Masayoshi couldn’t take it anymore and came shuddering, gasping.
He wanted to sink to his knees but Gotou had him in a solid grip – Masayoshi hung his head and let out a shaky moan, he couldn’t focus enough to figure a way out of this.
“I’ve got you,” Gotou said, his voice soft and reassuring. Masayoshi blinked up at him, at the rumpled uniform shirt and the sweat streaked into his hairline and the surprised, satisfied expression he had and thought, well, worth it anyway.
Fandom: Samurai Flamenco
Characters/Pairing: Gotou/Masayoshi
Rating: NSFW/E
Length: 663
Summary: He was spiked high on adrenaline, still dizzy with it...
He was spiked high on adrenaline, still dizzy with it – he’d never associated that and this, Gotou’s hands clamped tight to his hips, his costume tugged aside, indecent, but now an inextricable link was forming there in his mind. He wasn’t even sure how it came to this, it was hard connecting the dots, the timeline was fuzzy he had been fighting a monster of some kind, but that didn’t really matter right now, did it? Right now Gotou’s breath was heavy against the back of his neck, Masayoshi’s hands braced on the dirty alley wall.
There was some part of his mind that was reminding him he should be alarmed by this, they were doing this where they could be easily discovered by the media, or Gotou’s fellow officers dispatched to help clear the scene – he was too overwhelmed to care. Gotou was penetrating him slowly, forcing him to feel every movement as he pressed Masayoshi open, and the thought occurred to Masayoshi in the same manner, what had Gotou used as lube? It didn’t hurt, he had to be using something – but then the head of his cock pressed into that spot and Masayoshi lost words for a moment as Gotou adjusted himself and kept going.
Masayoshi kept trying to catch the tail of his thoughts but it would elude him as sensation overwhelmed him. Gotou always felt so good, so right, the friction sending delicious jolts up his nerves as he felt the need coiling in his belly. His helmet was overturned on the ground – Masayoshi hung his head, arms locked and stared at his helmet, worried for a moment they were going to dirty it but remembered that his cock was trapped in his costume, if anything he was going to dirty that.
“Gotou-sa-“ Masayoshi’s voice caught as Gotou’s hand slipped up to his throat, and then his mouth – he covered Masayoshi’s mouth with one hand, before slipping two fingers in and Masayoshi sucked them obediently. That was distracting enough, he forgot his worry about messing anything as Gotou started moving into him more frantically.
His legs started trembling, and Gotou wrapped his other arm around Masayoshi’s waist, keeping their bodies pressed together, pushing his hand down on the costume where Masayoshi’s cock was trapped, where a wet spot was blatantly forming.
Masayoshi could hear people nearby, couldn’t see them – they were going to get caught like this, it was going to ruin everything but somehow that turned him on more, his cock so hard it ached, the pressure of Gotou’s hand through his uniform not enough, never enough….
Gotou’s voice, rough and ragged in his ear, “come for me.”
He whimpered, he was so close but not quite there, just a little more… but then Gotou slammed himself into Masayoshi again and came, filling him and Masayoshi moaned as he felt the overspill get churned frothy as Gotou kept moving slowly, fucking himself out. Gotou’s cum ran down his thighs, and Masayoshi’s hips jerked, he shuddered as Gotou gripped him through the loose fabric of his uniform and squeezed, and Masayoshi couldn’t take it anymore and came shuddering, gasping.
He wanted to sink to his knees but Gotou had him in a solid grip – Masayoshi hung his head and let out a shaky moan, he couldn’t focus enough to figure a way out of this.
“I’ve got you,” Gotou said, his voice soft and reassuring. Masayoshi blinked up at him, at the rumpled uniform shirt and the sweat streaked into his hairline and the surprised, satisfied expression he had and thought, well, worth it anyway.
