Samurai Flamenco - PWP [Gotoyoshi]
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scriveynerTitle: PWP
Fandom: Samurai Flamenco
Characters/Pairing: Gotou/Masayoshi
Rating: NSFW/E
Length: 425
Summary:
Gotou was sprawled out on his back, orgasm-dazed and Masayoshi was more than satisfied with that. He still wasn’t quite in tune with this whole “sucking dick” thing, and he probably wasn’t very good at it but Gotou wasn’t about to dance around things if he thought them unpleasant, so he must be doing something right.
He hoped, at least.
“Good?” Masayoshi asked tentatively, touching Gotou’s dick again lightly, feeling it twitch under his fingers. Gotou made a noise that sounded like an assent, but lacking any noticeable syllables. “Good,” Masayoshi said again, less a question this time.
He smeared his fingers through the slick that leaked down Gotou’s cock, stroking it slowly again as Gotou made a choked-off noise. Masayoshi paid close attention to his dick, though, as it started to get hard again, balls contracting in protest. He was fascinated by Gotou’s dick, had been the first time he got to properly see it, got to touch it - Gotou had been embarrassed and tetchy and almost pulled his underwear right back on, but how could Masayoshi even begin to explain?
“Masayoshi,” Gotou groaned, and lifted his arm finally. Masayoshi rested his cheek against Gotou’s thigh and looked up at him, sweat-damp and satiated, and thought quietly, wow.He did that. With his mouth.
It wasn’t as gross as he initially thought.
“Still good?” Masayoshi said, feeling Gotou stiffen again further, growing flushed and big. He wondered, for an instant, what it would feel like inside him - but they hadn’t gone there, yet. Gotou wasn’t comfortable with that, and that was okay, they’d get there or they wouldn’t. Masayoshi leaned in and licked up the underside of Gotou’s cock, tongue flat and broad and delighted in the noise that Gotou made as he sank back into the pillows.
“Masayoshi,” Gotou croaked, hands carding shakily through his hair. It was as if the only word he remembered now was Masayoshi’s name, the way it fell from his lips like a prayer. Masayoshi’s mouth was too full of Gotou to respond, but he didn’t mind, even as Gotou’s fingers curled against his scalp and tugged painfully. He would swallow it all this time, he promised himself, as Gotou groaned again. Gotou was worth it.
Fandom: Samurai Flamenco
Characters/Pairing: Gotou/Masayoshi
Rating: NSFW/E
Length: 425
Summary:
Gotou was sprawled out on his back, orgasm-dazed and Masayoshi was more than satisfied with that. He still wasn’t quite in tune with this whole “sucking dick” thing, and he probably wasn’t very good at it but Gotou wasn’t about to dance around things if he thought them unpleasant, so he must be doing something right.
He hoped, at least.
“Good?” Masayoshi asked tentatively, touching Gotou’s dick again lightly, feeling it twitch under his fingers. Gotou made a noise that sounded like an assent, but lacking any noticeable syllables. “Good,” Masayoshi said again, less a question this time.
He smeared his fingers through the slick that leaked down Gotou’s cock, stroking it slowly again as Gotou made a choked-off noise. Masayoshi paid close attention to his dick, though, as it started to get hard again, balls contracting in protest. He was fascinated by Gotou’s dick, had been the first time he got to properly see it, got to touch it - Gotou had been embarrassed and tetchy and almost pulled his underwear right back on, but how could Masayoshi even begin to explain?
“Masayoshi,” Gotou groaned, and lifted his arm finally. Masayoshi rested his cheek against Gotou’s thigh and looked up at him, sweat-damp and satiated, and thought quietly, wow.He did that. With his mouth.
It wasn’t as gross as he initially thought.
“Still good?” Masayoshi said, feeling Gotou stiffen again further, growing flushed and big. He wondered, for an instant, what it would feel like inside him - but they hadn’t gone there, yet. Gotou wasn’t comfortable with that, and that was okay, they’d get there or they wouldn’t. Masayoshi leaned in and licked up the underside of Gotou’s cock, tongue flat and broad and delighted in the noise that Gotou made as he sank back into the pillows.
“Masayoshi,” Gotou croaked, hands carding shakily through his hair. It was as if the only word he remembered now was Masayoshi’s name, the way it fell from his lips like a prayer. Masayoshi’s mouth was too full of Gotou to respond, but he didn’t mind, even as Gotou’s fingers curled against his scalp and tugged painfully. He would swallow it all this time, he promised himself, as Gotou groaned again. Gotou was worth it.
