scriveyner: (Samurai Flamenco - MasaGo)
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Title: samflam_69min: Addiction
Fandom: Samurai Flamenco
Characters/Pairing: Gotou/Masayoshi
Rating: NSFW/E
Length: 843
Summary:

There was something about his voice.

Gotou kissed the back of Masayoshi’s neck, felt him shudder as he shifted, the noise escaping in a low moan. It was insane to him how much Masayoshi loved being wrecked, and maybe he’d encouraged that just a little, but Masayoshi would do anything, anything that Gotou asked of him. For a while he’d pushed, trying to find the boundary, to see how far Masayoshi would go, where he’d draw the line - but he never ever seemed to. Masayoshi would give Gotou everything, and never ask a thing in return.

Masayoshi writhed against him, hips stuttering slightly as Gotou moved, pressing as deep as he could get while Masayoshi moaned broken syllables into his forearm. He was deep, really deep, and Masayoshi twitched, his entire being seemingly focused on sucking Gotou deeper still. “God,” Gotou breathed, one hand wrapped around Masayoshi’s chest, the other bracing himself up still against the mattress.

He never would have thought they would become this; pressed together in the wreck of his bed, Masayoshi gasping a steady litany of no-no-no-FUCK so good’s as Gotou raised his hips and felt Masayoshi’s body slip forward slightly, releasing him with protest. When they’d started there would be flailing limbs, and he’d been kicked in the head more than once, Masayoshi’s face flaming red and embarrassed; it had taken time, and practice, plenty of practice.

Masayoshi pushed his hips back whining now that he was empty, lube and overspill leaking from his stretched hole, his face still buried in his arms, ears burning red. “More,” he gasped. “Gotou-san, more.” Gotou gripped his shoulder and rolled him over, and Masayoshi put up no resistance, flopping onto his back, chest heaving.

He was filthy and debauched, sweat streaked down his face, stomach covered in splatters of his own come, legs cocked open wide. Gotou stared at him, and Masayoshi covered his eyes with one arm, head tilted back and face burning. He let out another noise, ragged and broken, as Gotou stroked his cock, squeezing out more fluid from its drooling head. “'yoshi,” Gotou breathed, losing syllables himself, overwhelmed by heat and friction. He pressed the head of his own cock against Masayoshi, feeling him open again, sucking Gotou inside as if he’d never left.

Gotou pressed his hand over Masayoshi’s stomach, pushing down. “I wonder how deep I can go,” he said, his voice catching as Masayoshi sobbed aloud, hand flailing for his arm. “If I can feel myself through you.”

“S-stop,” Masayoshi gasped, entire body locked tight. “Stop pushing, stop, Gotou-san, no-

“Come for me again,” Gotou breathed, hand relentless on Masayoshi’s cock, squeezing it hard, stroking fast. “You get so tight, when you come, it feels like you’re trying to break me off inside you-”

“No,” Masayoshi’s hand on his wrist felt like solid steel. His head had flopped back, Gotou couldn’t see his eyes any longer. “No nononono-

Gotou could fall into that shuddering noise Masayoshi made; a long gasp as he came again, not nearly as much this time, the sticky warmth spurting between Gotou’s fingers and patterning across Masayoshi’s sweat-slick stomach. Masayoshi’s chest heaved, he kept keening, a strangled, broken noise as Gotou released him, shifted both hands to his thighs and pressed his legs back against his chest.

“Gotou-san,” Masayoshi moaned, as he kept going, pushed in as far as he could take it, Masayoshi’s body twitching around him, still shaking from the aftereffects of orgasm. “Open me up, deeper, deeper-

Masayoshi had no idea how debased he was, how much his voice affected Gotou – or maybe he did, as his head came up, eyes hazy but still intent on Gotou, watching him. “Inside me,” Masayoshi said, breathless and broken, as if Gotou had any intention of pulling out. “Put it all inside me, Gotou-sa-ah-n!”

It was Masayoshi who moaned when Gotou came; his jaw clenched and eyes squeezed shut. Masayoshi made a noise all low and excited, his legs tucked now on either side of Gotou’s hips, back arched off the bed.

Gotou pressed both his palms into the mattress on either side of Masayoshi’s head, staring into his face, awed slightly by the reflected pleasure. “So good,” Masayoshi murmured, eyes mostly closed, panting open mouthed. “So good.”

He would do anything, anything to hear such satisfaction in Masayoshi’s voice – and the thought unsettled him just a little. Gotou pushed aside his worry, leaned forward and claimed a kiss, breathless and exhausted in the best way. Masayoshi was thoroughly his.

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