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scriveyner) wrote2015-07-22 12:07 pm
scriveyner) wrote2015-07-22 12:07 pm
Samurai Flamenco - PWP [Gotoyoshi]
Title: PWP
Fandom: Samurai Flamenco
Characters/Pairing: Gotou/Masayoshi
Rating: NSFW/E
Length: 1025
Summary:
Masayoshi put both of his hands on Gotou’s chest, bracing them there as Gotou pressed him into the bed. It was hard to think like this, it was hard to do anything but get carried away, especially when it was Gotou-san who had initiated, had started kissing him as he came through the door, had shoved him down on the bed and started to work on the buttons of his vest.
“Gotou-san,” Masayoshi gasped as Gotou’s mouth fell to Masayoshi’s neck, teeth scraping lightly. His hands slid over Gotou’s shoulders, linked behind his neck – then skated up to his hair, both hands twisting and yanking. “Gotou-san!”
“Ow, ow-” Gotou lifted his head, face flushed, eyes dilated – and Masayoshi’s heart thudded against his ribs, he felt guilty, but, but. “What the hell, Masayoshi?”
“I,” deep gulping breath. “I can’t, tonight.”
Gotou stared at him blankly. In the months that they’d been living together, that they’d been doing this, touching and kissing and oh god so much more Masayoshi had never told him no. It wasn’t registering properly, and Masayoshi turned his face away, blushing. “I have a swimwear shoot in the morning,” he said.
“I won’t leave marks,” Gotou said with a single-shoulder shrug.
“You always say that,” Masayoshi said, and tugged his hair when Gotou ducked his head down to pick up where he left off. “And you always leave marks. Besides, we’re out of….” that blush again, he could let Gotou do the most intimate things to him (and actively encourage that) but to say the words themselves, that was embarrassing. “Condoms.”
Gotou pushed himself up just a bit, and stared down at Masayoshi. “You prefer it bare,” he said, too sex-addled to be putting this together properly.
“Yes, but,” God, he was going to explode and die of embarrassment. “Swimwear shoot tomorrow, Gotou-san. What if I don’t get it all out…?”
Gotou sat up properly, on his knees, straddling Masayoshi. “I don’t know if I like the idea of you getting naked in front of other people,” he said with a huff, and Masayoshi grinned tentatively up at him, hoping it was a joke. Gotou returned the smile, leaned down and kissed him gently, on the lips. “Still wanna have sex, though,” he said, and Masayoshi balled up his hand and smacked Gotou.
“What did I just say, Gotou-san?”
“Not to leave marks and not to come inside you.” Gotou cocked his head – his face flushed as it was, lips bruised from kissing and hell, the way he was looking at Masayoshi right now was almost unbearable. It was all he could do not to cover his face and hide from the intensity of that expression. “That hardly rules out everything.”
Masayoshi brushed his hand back through his hair and bit his lip, staring up at Gotou. “What do you have in mind?”
#
It turned out that what Gotou had in mind was to sink down slowly on Masayoshi’s lube-slick cock as he lay back in the bed, hands resting on Gotou’s muscled thighs. They didn’t do this as often as anything else, Gotou preferred to top and Masayoshi just loved having Gotou touch him – but it was amazing to watch Gotou’s face as he settled down against Masayoshi’s hips, as deep as he could get on the first try.
Masayoshi kneaded his fingers into Gotou’s thighs, watching him closely. He hadn’t opened his eyes – his head was tilted back, jaw tight, throat working. “Gotou-san?” Masayoshi asked, soft and careful, and he pitched forward suddenly, bracing his hands on the mattress.
“Fuck,” Gotou said heavily, and rolled his hips.
It took a little bit of trial and error to get the rhythm right. Masayoshi didn’t let go of Gotou’s legs as he rocked back and forth, grinding down on Masayoshi as Masayoshi thrust up. The best part about this, the part he always forgot was not the tight heat of Gotou pressing down on him, but the noise he made whenever Masayoshi hit just the right spot, driving up into his core and making Gotou’s breath explode out of him in a low moan.
“Jeez,” Gotou gasped, chest heaving, staring down at Masayoshi. Masayoshi put his hand on Gotou’s cock, fisted it, started stroking – and whatever Gotou had been working himself up to say was lost as he bit his lip, his own hands curled in the sheets around Masayoshi as he leaned forward, hips jerking. His come splattered hot across Masayoshi’s belly and chest, and Masayoshi jerked his hand away, surprised.
“Gotou-san,” he said, but Gotou didn’t climb off Masayoshi, tightening further.
“Come on,” Gotou said through gritted teeth, still riding him.
“Not inside,” Masayoshi was in too deep, too hot – his brain was starting to come apart. “You don’t like-” He got up on his elbows, intent on pushing Gotou off but Gotou slammed him back down, both palms on his shoulders and Masayoshi was gone over the edge, spurting off deep inside Gotou. He tilted his head back and moaned, aware of how intently Gotou was watching him and really not caring.
Masayoshi watched his own come drip down Gotou’s leg as he rose off of Masayoshi’s cock with a slick pop. “Gotou-san,” he said, and Gotou leaned down and kissed him slow.
“Didn’t leave any marks,” Gotou rumbled, and Masayoshi laughed against his mouth.
Fandom: Samurai Flamenco
Characters/Pairing: Gotou/Masayoshi
Rating: NSFW/E
Length: 1025
Summary:
Masayoshi put both of his hands on Gotou’s chest, bracing them there as Gotou pressed him into the bed. It was hard to think like this, it was hard to do anything but get carried away, especially when it was Gotou-san who had initiated, had started kissing him as he came through the door, had shoved him down on the bed and started to work on the buttons of his vest.
“Gotou-san,” Masayoshi gasped as Gotou’s mouth fell to Masayoshi’s neck, teeth scraping lightly. His hands slid over Gotou’s shoulders, linked behind his neck – then skated up to his hair, both hands twisting and yanking. “Gotou-san!”
“Ow, ow-” Gotou lifted his head, face flushed, eyes dilated – and Masayoshi’s heart thudded against his ribs, he felt guilty, but, but. “What the hell, Masayoshi?”
“I,” deep gulping breath. “I can’t, tonight.”
Gotou stared at him blankly. In the months that they’d been living together, that they’d been doing this, touching and kissing and oh god so much more Masayoshi had never told him no. It wasn’t registering properly, and Masayoshi turned his face away, blushing. “I have a swimwear shoot in the morning,” he said.
“I won’t leave marks,” Gotou said with a single-shoulder shrug.
“You always say that,” Masayoshi said, and tugged his hair when Gotou ducked his head down to pick up where he left off. “And you always leave marks. Besides, we’re out of….” that blush again, he could let Gotou do the most intimate things to him (and actively encourage that) but to say the words themselves, that was embarrassing. “Condoms.”
Gotou pushed himself up just a bit, and stared down at Masayoshi. “You prefer it bare,” he said, too sex-addled to be putting this together properly.
“Yes, but,” God, he was going to explode and die of embarrassment. “Swimwear shoot tomorrow, Gotou-san. What if I don’t get it all out…?”
Gotou sat up properly, on his knees, straddling Masayoshi. “I don’t know if I like the idea of you getting naked in front of other people,” he said with a huff, and Masayoshi grinned tentatively up at him, hoping it was a joke. Gotou returned the smile, leaned down and kissed him gently, on the lips. “Still wanna have sex, though,” he said, and Masayoshi balled up his hand and smacked Gotou.
“What did I just say, Gotou-san?”
“Not to leave marks and not to come inside you.” Gotou cocked his head – his face flushed as it was, lips bruised from kissing and hell, the way he was looking at Masayoshi right now was almost unbearable. It was all he could do not to cover his face and hide from the intensity of that expression. “That hardly rules out everything.”
Masayoshi brushed his hand back through his hair and bit his lip, staring up at Gotou. “What do you have in mind?”
It turned out that what Gotou had in mind was to sink down slowly on Masayoshi’s lube-slick cock as he lay back in the bed, hands resting on Gotou’s muscled thighs. They didn’t do this as often as anything else, Gotou preferred to top and Masayoshi just loved having Gotou touch him – but it was amazing to watch Gotou’s face as he settled down against Masayoshi’s hips, as deep as he could get on the first try.
Masayoshi kneaded his fingers into Gotou’s thighs, watching him closely. He hadn’t opened his eyes – his head was tilted back, jaw tight, throat working. “Gotou-san?” Masayoshi asked, soft and careful, and he pitched forward suddenly, bracing his hands on the mattress.
“Fuck,” Gotou said heavily, and rolled his hips.
It took a little bit of trial and error to get the rhythm right. Masayoshi didn’t let go of Gotou’s legs as he rocked back and forth, grinding down on Masayoshi as Masayoshi thrust up. The best part about this, the part he always forgot was not the tight heat of Gotou pressing down on him, but the noise he made whenever Masayoshi hit just the right spot, driving up into his core and making Gotou’s breath explode out of him in a low moan.
“Jeez,” Gotou gasped, chest heaving, staring down at Masayoshi. Masayoshi put his hand on Gotou’s cock, fisted it, started stroking – and whatever Gotou had been working himself up to say was lost as he bit his lip, his own hands curled in the sheets around Masayoshi as he leaned forward, hips jerking. His come splattered hot across Masayoshi’s belly and chest, and Masayoshi jerked his hand away, surprised.
“Gotou-san,” he said, but Gotou didn’t climb off Masayoshi, tightening further.
“Come on,” Gotou said through gritted teeth, still riding him.
“Not inside,” Masayoshi was in too deep, too hot – his brain was starting to come apart. “You don’t like-” He got up on his elbows, intent on pushing Gotou off but Gotou slammed him back down, both palms on his shoulders and Masayoshi was gone over the edge, spurting off deep inside Gotou. He tilted his head back and moaned, aware of how intently Gotou was watching him and really not caring.
Masayoshi watched his own come drip down Gotou’s leg as he rose off of Masayoshi’s cock with a slick pop. “Gotou-san,” he said, and Gotou leaned down and kissed him slow.
“Didn’t leave any marks,” Gotou rumbled, and Masayoshi laughed against his mouth.