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scriveyner) wrote2019-06-28 06:17 pm
scriveyner) wrote2019-06-28 06:17 pm
Samurai Flamenco (Mermaid AU) - Prolifically [Gotoyoshi]
Title: Prolifically
Fandom: Samurai Flamenco
AU: Mermaid AU
Characters/Pairing: Gotou/Masayoshi
Rating: NSFW/E
Length: 2272
Summary:
“What,” Masayoshi said, chin on his arms, seawater dripping from his hair, “are you doing, Gotou-san?”
Gotou jumped, startled by the sudden appearance, and glanced down over his right shoulder at Masayoshi. “Figures,” Gotou said through gritted teeth. “I’m here an hour and you don’t bother to show up until I decide to take a piss.”
The merman shook his head and leaned slightly - Gotou shuffled himself around so he couldn’t quite see. “Are you aware you’re leaking?” he asked Gotou, raising his head off his arms and pushing himself up on the pier.
“I’m-” Gotou exhaled loudly and shuffled further, tucking himself away back into his shorts. He glanced back at the stretch of countryside and road – they met further away now, from the city buildings, in an area that fewer people had reason to be, which is why he’d decided to relieve himself in broad daylight, anyway. “Do mermaids not piss, ‘yoshi?”
“Merman,” Masayoshi corrected him idly. He had pulled himself mostly up onto the pier, heavy red tail still curling off and flicking into the water. Amazingly, like always his hair looked fluffy and dry, for someone who lived in the water. “Of course we urinate, Gotou-san, I am, ah, what is the term…” Masayoshi frowned hard and Gotou sighed, dropping into a seated position on the pier with his legs dangling off the side.
“Pulling my leg?” he supplied helpfully, and Masayoshi brightened instantly.
“That’s it!”
“What’s even the mermaid term for that, yanking a fin or something?” Gotou reached back to the bag that sat on the pier beside his cooler and empty fishing rod. He wasn’t here to actually fish, of course — but it looked less odd that a man would be sitting on an old pier in the middle of nowhere if he had a rod set up. Gotou fished his cigarettes and lighter out and looked back over to Masayoshi, aware that he was being intently watched. “I can’t stay long after dark, 'yoshi, you’re pretty late.”
“I know, I’m sorry.” Masayoshi exhaled loudly into the warm summer twilight. He leaned back, palms braced on the wood of the pier and looked at the clear sky. “It’s nice to sit and watch the stars, though.”
“Mm,” Gotou agreed, lit cigarette in his fingers. It was unusual for Masayoshi not to tell him immediately in detail as to why he was running late — Gotou knew more about the ins and outs of merfolk society than he ever wanted to, so the fact that Masayoshi sidestepped the question entirely was suspicious. He leaned to the side, which put him directly into Masayoshi’s space, and when his shoulder brushed Masayoshi’s, the merman gave a squawk and slid right off the pier into the water.
He didn’t surface for a moment, but Gotou watched the ripple of water that was clearly the merman swimming under the water. Finally, a tawny mop, dark with seawater, emerged followed by two suspicious blue eyes. “That was a little bit of an overreaction, don’t you think?” Gotou said, and blew smoke into the air.
“Why are you so mean to me?” Masayoshi asked, head popping fully out of the water.
“I just touched your shoulder,” Gotou pointed out, kicking his dangling feet. “Barely even brushed it, to be honest.” He watched as Masayoshi sank slightly below the waves again, and it looked almost like he was blushing.
“You know how I feel,” Masayoshi’s words burbled slightly, and Gotou’s heart skipped a moment. He hadn’t forgotten - it was hard to forget something like that, but he had pushed it aside. Being confessed to by a guy was one thing, being confessed to by a merman - that was a whole new dimension of strangeness his life just didn’t need. “AND I’m in season, you’re not being fair.”
“'In season’,” Gotou repeated, leaning forward, hands on the edge of the pier. “What does THAT mean?”
Masayoshi made an embarrassed noise and ducked beneath the waves, only to surface much further out. Gotou watched him bob in the water, clearly at war with himself over whether or not it was worth it to try to explain it. Gotou shifted to puff on his cigarette more. “What, are you just horny or something? So wank off, whatever.”
Masayoshi swam forward. When he bobbed in the ocean like that it was easy to forget that under the surface was a thick, powerful tail. All Gotou could see at the moment was the human half of him - or what passed for the human half, because merfolk were definitely not human, appearances to the contrary. “That’s not quite it,” he admitted, looking up at Gotou and still furiously blushing in the twilight. “I’m-” he sank up to his eyes again, then disappeared under the waves.
Gotou leaned forward, waiting patiently. This time when Masayoshi surfaced, it was leisurely, his entire body floating up, the long ripple of dark red tail as he stretched out atop the water. There was something strangely intoxicating about watching the way his tail undulated in the water, and Gotou stubbed his cigarette out, unable to tear his eyes away.
Masayoshi had his eyes closed, the waves gentle rhythm rocking him as he floated. After a long moment his eyes opened, caught the fading rays of daylight and glittered. “Will you swim with me, Gotou-san?” he asked suddenly, and Gotou resisted the urge to kick off his shirt and shorts right that very instant.
“I can’t swim very well,” he reminded Masayoshi, fingers tight on the edge of the pier, to keep him from bodily flinging himself into the water. He remembered vaguely that when he met the merman he’d mentioned siren in his blood - but that wasn’t compelling him now, he didn’t think.
“We’ll stay in the shallows.” There was a weird quality to Masayoshi’s voice, he had to be using his siren trick on Gotou but Gotou couldn’t find it in himself to care, the words already convinced him, shirt thrown on top of his bag, pulling his shorts off. He didn’t have a swimsuit, didn’t see the need since he wasn’t a swimmer, but that meant either splashing around in his underwear or going bare-ass nude.
He opted for the latter.
The seawater was colder than it looked. Gotou surfaced gasping, awake again, the strange haze that had gripped him sluiced away by the frigid temperatures. He splashed around, alarmed and slightly panicked as he feet didn’t brush the bottom here, where the pier was — but then Masayoshi was in his space, Gotou felt the disconcerting brush of scales across his feet as Masayoshi swam around him, swam close, cool wet hand on Gotou’s cheek. “Gotou-san,” Masayoshi said, voice heavy and strange still. Gotou’s heart leaped into his throat, what the fuck - but Masayoshi took his wrist, both of them, and pulled.
They swam away from the pier, but toward the shore, where the rocks blocked the view from the road. Gotou had nothing to hold on to but Masayoshi kept his hands on Gotou’s wrists until he felt the brush of sand under his feet, a sharp incline up toward the shore helped calm him. Why on earth did he ever get into the water, Masayoshi not withstanding, because he felt like he was going to be ill.
Masayoshi released one wrist but not the other, and with his free hand he cupped Gotou’s cheek again, ran his hand down Gotou’s neck, fingers dug into his shoulder. “I’m sorry, Gotou-san,” Masayoshi said. He sounded genuinely upset, and Gotou did not understand why, even as Masayoshi pulled him closer and kissed him.
It took a moment, a long moment for Gotou’s flailing hand to find Masayoshi’s shoulder, his head - but once he did he curled his fingers into his wet skin, sliding across the muscle and digging in for purchase. He didn’t have much stability, heels in the ever-shifting sand, the waves licking at their chests and breaking over Masayoshi’s shoulders. Gotou broke the kiss first, staring at Masayoshi with a drowsy uncertainty. “Are you-?” he asked, or thought he did because he dropped off words as Masayoshi kissed him again, teeth digging in to Gotou’s lower lip, drawing dull pinpricks of blood.
Masayoshi was pushing him back in the water, up the incline of sand and Gotou’s heel hit a rock. He stumbled and Masayoshi caught him before his head went under. Before he knew it they were in the shallows, the real proper shallows, still kissing, both of Gotou’s arms over Masayoshi’s shoulders now, his hands on Gotou’s chest, the water lapping at them slowly.
“Gotou-san,” Masayoshi said heavily. Gotou ran his fingers through Masayoshi’s hair, so soft and slick, and then he felt something strange run across his leg and he squirmed. Masayoshi had him in a firm grip and yet Gotou struggled a little as he felt the strange sensation again trail along the outside of his thigh.
“What, what-” he tried to ask as Masayoshi pulled him close, wrapped his arms around Gotou and they were chest to chest. Gotou could feel where his skin got patchy and transitioned to scales, his cock rubbed against the texture there and it felt strange and good. “'yoshi, there’s something in the water-”
He felt it again, this time on his inner thigh. He couldn’t kick, didn’t want to kick Masayoshi so he spread his legs, knees on either side of scale-covered hips, holding Masayoshi there as he tried to squirm away but the strange thing wasn’t tricked, it didn’t go away - and Gotou had a sudden moment of clarity. “Masayoshi,” Gotou said, gasping as he felt it slide along his backside.
Masayoshi turned his face into Gotou’s cheek. “Gotou-san,” he murmured, hands sliding down to Gotou’s hips. “It won’t hurt, Gotou-san-”
“No, no-” he couldn’t wrap his head around it, it was stroking along the crack of his ass now, thick and solid, and Masayoshi’s hands were on the meat of his ass, spreading him without touching his hole. “Masayoshi, stop,” he said, not letting go of Masayoshi. “Don’t-!”
It wasn’t as painful as he thought it should be, the way it pressed into him. Gotou didn’t even want to imagine what this thing looked like, this tentacle-cock, he squeezed his eyes closed, back pressed into the sand and the water churning around them. It moved slow but firmly, pressing in, in, in, and Gotou let out a long pained noise because there seemed to be no end to it. Masayoshi’s hand cupped his face again, ran back through his hair and when he opened his eyes Masayoshi was watching his face intently.
“Stop,” Gotou said weakly, feeling speared open and vulnerable. Masayoshi was so deep, the heavy weight of him across Gotou and he was too deep to thrust any way but shallowly, the cool seawater turned warm by his body. Gotou clung to him, groaning as he felt Masayoshi pulse, slow and warm, enlarging and engorging. Then Gotou’s eyes flew open as he felt something else, even more foreign, something round and hard spread his entrance open further, pressing through the tentacle, deep inside him.
#
“What,” Gotou said loudly and clearly from the bed, “the actual living fuck.”
Masayoshi looked up from the laptop. “There’s still more, Gotou-san.”
“What the fuck. What the fuck.” Gotou sat up. “Stop reading that. Stop reading it now-”
“I think it’s very creative,” Masayoshi said. “Sawada-san has a lot of talent! It’s good that he’s putting it toward more productive outlets.” He nodded to himself, looking back to the laptop screen. Gotou slumped back against the wall, head in his hands.
“He’s written more?” he said weakly.
“Lots!” Masayoshi said. He clicked around a moment. “His favorite one is listed as 'Samurai Flamenco Dark’ - not surprising, really, oh and this one, you get a dog!” After a moment’s silence, Masayoshi looked up again. “What’s 'knotting’?”
Gotou hung his head and groaned.
Fandom: Samurai Flamenco
AU: Mermaid AU
Characters/Pairing: Gotou/Masayoshi
Rating: NSFW/E
Length: 2272
Summary:
“What,” Masayoshi said, chin on his arms, seawater dripping from his hair, “are you doing, Gotou-san?”
Gotou jumped, startled by the sudden appearance, and glanced down over his right shoulder at Masayoshi. “Figures,” Gotou said through gritted teeth. “I’m here an hour and you don’t bother to show up until I decide to take a piss.”
The merman shook his head and leaned slightly - Gotou shuffled himself around so he couldn’t quite see. “Are you aware you’re leaking?” he asked Gotou, raising his head off his arms and pushing himself up on the pier.
“I’m-” Gotou exhaled loudly and shuffled further, tucking himself away back into his shorts. He glanced back at the stretch of countryside and road – they met further away now, from the city buildings, in an area that fewer people had reason to be, which is why he’d decided to relieve himself in broad daylight, anyway. “Do mermaids not piss, ‘yoshi?”
“Merman,” Masayoshi corrected him idly. He had pulled himself mostly up onto the pier, heavy red tail still curling off and flicking into the water. Amazingly, like always his hair looked fluffy and dry, for someone who lived in the water. “Of course we urinate, Gotou-san, I am, ah, what is the term…” Masayoshi frowned hard and Gotou sighed, dropping into a seated position on the pier with his legs dangling off the side.
“Pulling my leg?” he supplied helpfully, and Masayoshi brightened instantly.
“That’s it!”
“What’s even the mermaid term for that, yanking a fin or something?” Gotou reached back to the bag that sat on the pier beside his cooler and empty fishing rod. He wasn’t here to actually fish, of course — but it looked less odd that a man would be sitting on an old pier in the middle of nowhere if he had a rod set up. Gotou fished his cigarettes and lighter out and looked back over to Masayoshi, aware that he was being intently watched. “I can’t stay long after dark, 'yoshi, you’re pretty late.”
“I know, I’m sorry.” Masayoshi exhaled loudly into the warm summer twilight. He leaned back, palms braced on the wood of the pier and looked at the clear sky. “It’s nice to sit and watch the stars, though.”
“Mm,” Gotou agreed, lit cigarette in his fingers. It was unusual for Masayoshi not to tell him immediately in detail as to why he was running late — Gotou knew more about the ins and outs of merfolk society than he ever wanted to, so the fact that Masayoshi sidestepped the question entirely was suspicious. He leaned to the side, which put him directly into Masayoshi’s space, and when his shoulder brushed Masayoshi’s, the merman gave a squawk and slid right off the pier into the water.
He didn’t surface for a moment, but Gotou watched the ripple of water that was clearly the merman swimming under the water. Finally, a tawny mop, dark with seawater, emerged followed by two suspicious blue eyes. “That was a little bit of an overreaction, don’t you think?” Gotou said, and blew smoke into the air.
“Why are you so mean to me?” Masayoshi asked, head popping fully out of the water.
“I just touched your shoulder,” Gotou pointed out, kicking his dangling feet. “Barely even brushed it, to be honest.” He watched as Masayoshi sank slightly below the waves again, and it looked almost like he was blushing.
“You know how I feel,” Masayoshi’s words burbled slightly, and Gotou’s heart skipped a moment. He hadn’t forgotten - it was hard to forget something like that, but he had pushed it aside. Being confessed to by a guy was one thing, being confessed to by a merman - that was a whole new dimension of strangeness his life just didn’t need. “AND I’m in season, you’re not being fair.”
“'In season’,” Gotou repeated, leaning forward, hands on the edge of the pier. “What does THAT mean?”
Masayoshi made an embarrassed noise and ducked beneath the waves, only to surface much further out. Gotou watched him bob in the water, clearly at war with himself over whether or not it was worth it to try to explain it. Gotou shifted to puff on his cigarette more. “What, are you just horny or something? So wank off, whatever.”
Masayoshi swam forward. When he bobbed in the ocean like that it was easy to forget that under the surface was a thick, powerful tail. All Gotou could see at the moment was the human half of him - or what passed for the human half, because merfolk were definitely not human, appearances to the contrary. “That’s not quite it,” he admitted, looking up at Gotou and still furiously blushing in the twilight. “I’m-” he sank up to his eyes again, then disappeared under the waves.
Gotou leaned forward, waiting patiently. This time when Masayoshi surfaced, it was leisurely, his entire body floating up, the long ripple of dark red tail as he stretched out atop the water. There was something strangely intoxicating about watching the way his tail undulated in the water, and Gotou stubbed his cigarette out, unable to tear his eyes away.
Masayoshi had his eyes closed, the waves gentle rhythm rocking him as he floated. After a long moment his eyes opened, caught the fading rays of daylight and glittered. “Will you swim with me, Gotou-san?” he asked suddenly, and Gotou resisted the urge to kick off his shirt and shorts right that very instant.
“I can’t swim very well,” he reminded Masayoshi, fingers tight on the edge of the pier, to keep him from bodily flinging himself into the water. He remembered vaguely that when he met the merman he’d mentioned siren in his blood - but that wasn’t compelling him now, he didn’t think.
“We’ll stay in the shallows.” There was a weird quality to Masayoshi’s voice, he had to be using his siren trick on Gotou but Gotou couldn’t find it in himself to care, the words already convinced him, shirt thrown on top of his bag, pulling his shorts off. He didn’t have a swimsuit, didn’t see the need since he wasn’t a swimmer, but that meant either splashing around in his underwear or going bare-ass nude.
He opted for the latter.
The seawater was colder than it looked. Gotou surfaced gasping, awake again, the strange haze that had gripped him sluiced away by the frigid temperatures. He splashed around, alarmed and slightly panicked as he feet didn’t brush the bottom here, where the pier was — but then Masayoshi was in his space, Gotou felt the disconcerting brush of scales across his feet as Masayoshi swam around him, swam close, cool wet hand on Gotou’s cheek. “Gotou-san,” Masayoshi said, voice heavy and strange still. Gotou’s heart leaped into his throat, what the fuck - but Masayoshi took his wrist, both of them, and pulled.
They swam away from the pier, but toward the shore, where the rocks blocked the view from the road. Gotou had nothing to hold on to but Masayoshi kept his hands on Gotou’s wrists until he felt the brush of sand under his feet, a sharp incline up toward the shore helped calm him. Why on earth did he ever get into the water, Masayoshi not withstanding, because he felt like he was going to be ill.
Masayoshi released one wrist but not the other, and with his free hand he cupped Gotou’s cheek again, ran his hand down Gotou’s neck, fingers dug into his shoulder. “I’m sorry, Gotou-san,” Masayoshi said. He sounded genuinely upset, and Gotou did not understand why, even as Masayoshi pulled him closer and kissed him.
It took a moment, a long moment for Gotou’s flailing hand to find Masayoshi’s shoulder, his head - but once he did he curled his fingers into his wet skin, sliding across the muscle and digging in for purchase. He didn’t have much stability, heels in the ever-shifting sand, the waves licking at their chests and breaking over Masayoshi’s shoulders. Gotou broke the kiss first, staring at Masayoshi with a drowsy uncertainty. “Are you-?” he asked, or thought he did because he dropped off words as Masayoshi kissed him again, teeth digging in to Gotou’s lower lip, drawing dull pinpricks of blood.
Masayoshi was pushing him back in the water, up the incline of sand and Gotou’s heel hit a rock. He stumbled and Masayoshi caught him before his head went under. Before he knew it they were in the shallows, the real proper shallows, still kissing, both of Gotou’s arms over Masayoshi’s shoulders now, his hands on Gotou’s chest, the water lapping at them slowly.
“Gotou-san,” Masayoshi said heavily. Gotou ran his fingers through Masayoshi’s hair, so soft and slick, and then he felt something strange run across his leg and he squirmed. Masayoshi had him in a firm grip and yet Gotou struggled a little as he felt the strange sensation again trail along the outside of his thigh.
“What, what-” he tried to ask as Masayoshi pulled him close, wrapped his arms around Gotou and they were chest to chest. Gotou could feel where his skin got patchy and transitioned to scales, his cock rubbed against the texture there and it felt strange and good. “'yoshi, there’s something in the water-”
He felt it again, this time on his inner thigh. He couldn’t kick, didn’t want to kick Masayoshi so he spread his legs, knees on either side of scale-covered hips, holding Masayoshi there as he tried to squirm away but the strange thing wasn’t tricked, it didn’t go away - and Gotou had a sudden moment of clarity. “Masayoshi,” Gotou said, gasping as he felt it slide along his backside.
Masayoshi turned his face into Gotou’s cheek. “Gotou-san,” he murmured, hands sliding down to Gotou’s hips. “It won’t hurt, Gotou-san-”
“No, no-” he couldn’t wrap his head around it, it was stroking along the crack of his ass now, thick and solid, and Masayoshi’s hands were on the meat of his ass, spreading him without touching his hole. “Masayoshi, stop,” he said, not letting go of Masayoshi. “Don’t-!”
It wasn’t as painful as he thought it should be, the way it pressed into him. Gotou didn’t even want to imagine what this thing looked like, this tentacle-cock, he squeezed his eyes closed, back pressed into the sand and the water churning around them. It moved slow but firmly, pressing in, in, in, and Gotou let out a long pained noise because there seemed to be no end to it. Masayoshi’s hand cupped his face again, ran back through his hair and when he opened his eyes Masayoshi was watching his face intently.
“Stop,” Gotou said weakly, feeling speared open and vulnerable. Masayoshi was so deep, the heavy weight of him across Gotou and he was too deep to thrust any way but shallowly, the cool seawater turned warm by his body. Gotou clung to him, groaning as he felt Masayoshi pulse, slow and warm, enlarging and engorging. Then Gotou’s eyes flew open as he felt something else, even more foreign, something round and hard spread his entrance open further, pressing through the tentacle, deep inside him.
“What,” Gotou said loudly and clearly from the bed, “the actual living fuck.”
Masayoshi looked up from the laptop. “There’s still more, Gotou-san.”
“What the fuck. What the fuck.” Gotou sat up. “Stop reading that. Stop reading it now-”
“I think it’s very creative,” Masayoshi said. “Sawada-san has a lot of talent! It’s good that he’s putting it toward more productive outlets.” He nodded to himself, looking back to the laptop screen. Gotou slumped back against the wall, head in his hands.
“He’s written more?” he said weakly.
“Lots!” Masayoshi said. He clicked around a moment. “His favorite one is listed as 'Samurai Flamenco Dark’ - not surprising, really, oh and this one, you get a dog!” After a moment’s silence, Masayoshi looked up again. “What’s 'knotting’?”
Gotou hung his head and groaned.