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scriveynerTitle: samflam_69min: Bed
Fandom: Samurai Flamenco
AU: Nightbreed
Characters/Pairing: Gotou/Masayoshi
Rating: NSFW/E
Length: 542
Summary:
“Your eyes have gone gold,” Masayoshi said, in the stillness of the moment. He was sprawled back casually on the bed, or as casual as he could be, chest heaving, sweat shining on his face and in his air, eyes locked on Gotou’s own. How he managed to look innocent while completely debauched Gotou had never been able to reconcile, but that wasn’t the foremost thought on his mind at the moment.
Panting, he stared down at Masayoshi, trying to put his scattered thoughts in order, but he kept getting distracted by the way the sweat in Masayoshi’s hair glittered by the dim bedside light. Masayoshi bit his bottom lip and stared up at Gotou, expression shifting just a little, and Gotou knew what that expression meant even if Masayoshi hadn’t tightened on him, legs hooked over his hips, keeping him there.
The words had escaped him in his orgasm, but Gotou knew, even without thinking, his body practiced. Press in deeper, shift forward, watch the expression on Masayoshi’s face for signs of discomfort – but lately, there hadn’t been, he’d grown used to this, craved it… Masayoshi’s breath tore from his throat suddenly as Gotou swelled, his cock seated deep.
“Mine,” Gotou managed, low and guttural as he knotted Masayoshi. “My mate.”
Masayoshi’s gasp broke into a laugh at the end, eyes gone closed and hands on Gotou’s arms, bracing him there. He could smell the arousal rolling off of Masayoshi, heavy through even the thick scent of sex in the air, and he palmed Masayoshi’s cock, stroking it slowly.
“Masayoshi,” Gotou said, before his voice caught on the syllables and he couldn’t speak farther. The chain around Masayoshi’s neck had slid to the side, ring laying off-center on his chest, catching the lamp-light like a beacon. He couldn’t breathe for the feeling in his chest, emotion so bright and warm it was more overwhelming than his own orgasm.
Masayoshi’s breathing sped up, heartbeat snare-drum fast but even so his climax caught him off-guard. Gotou tried to catch him, steady him before he arched too hard, before he could yank himself off of Gotou’s knot and tear and just barely succeeded even as Masayoshi’s cock jumped in his hand, spurting back across his belly.
Gotou stared down at Masayoshi, effusive in his pleasure, skin glowing. His cock was still mostly hard in Gotou’s hand, too-hot, but the swelling wouldn’t be nearly as pronounced. All the same Gotou stroked him slowly, aware of how sensitive the hot flesh would be, feeling the growth of Masayoshi’s knot at the base.
Masayoshi inhaled, ragged, opened his mouth to speak but Gotou pitched forward, pushing his hips up and claiming his mouth. The noise that escaped Masayoshi was guttural and low and wanting, and Gotou lost his sense of words, of speech as Masayoshi’s fingers scored into this shoulders.
Moonrise would be here soon; they would greet it together.
Fandom: Samurai Flamenco
AU: Nightbreed
Characters/Pairing: Gotou/Masayoshi
Rating: NSFW/E
Length: 542
Summary:
“Your eyes have gone gold,” Masayoshi said, in the stillness of the moment. He was sprawled back casually on the bed, or as casual as he could be, chest heaving, sweat shining on his face and in his air, eyes locked on Gotou’s own. How he managed to look innocent while completely debauched Gotou had never been able to reconcile, but that wasn’t the foremost thought on his mind at the moment.
Panting, he stared down at Masayoshi, trying to put his scattered thoughts in order, but he kept getting distracted by the way the sweat in Masayoshi’s hair glittered by the dim bedside light. Masayoshi bit his bottom lip and stared up at Gotou, expression shifting just a little, and Gotou knew what that expression meant even if Masayoshi hadn’t tightened on him, legs hooked over his hips, keeping him there.
The words had escaped him in his orgasm, but Gotou knew, even without thinking, his body practiced. Press in deeper, shift forward, watch the expression on Masayoshi’s face for signs of discomfort – but lately, there hadn’t been, he’d grown used to this, craved it… Masayoshi’s breath tore from his throat suddenly as Gotou swelled, his cock seated deep.
“Mine,” Gotou managed, low and guttural as he knotted Masayoshi. “My mate.”
Masayoshi’s gasp broke into a laugh at the end, eyes gone closed and hands on Gotou’s arms, bracing him there. He could smell the arousal rolling off of Masayoshi, heavy through even the thick scent of sex in the air, and he palmed Masayoshi’s cock, stroking it slowly.
“Masayoshi,” Gotou said, before his voice caught on the syllables and he couldn’t speak farther. The chain around Masayoshi’s neck had slid to the side, ring laying off-center on his chest, catching the lamp-light like a beacon. He couldn’t breathe for the feeling in his chest, emotion so bright and warm it was more overwhelming than his own orgasm.
Masayoshi’s breathing sped up, heartbeat snare-drum fast but even so his climax caught him off-guard. Gotou tried to catch him, steady him before he arched too hard, before he could yank himself off of Gotou’s knot and tear and just barely succeeded even as Masayoshi’s cock jumped in his hand, spurting back across his belly.
Gotou stared down at Masayoshi, effusive in his pleasure, skin glowing. His cock was still mostly hard in Gotou’s hand, too-hot, but the swelling wouldn’t be nearly as pronounced. All the same Gotou stroked him slowly, aware of how sensitive the hot flesh would be, feeling the growth of Masayoshi’s knot at the base.
Masayoshi inhaled, ragged, opened his mouth to speak but Gotou pitched forward, pushing his hips up and claiming his mouth. The noise that escaped Masayoshi was guttural and low and wanting, and Gotou lost his sense of words, of speech as Masayoshi’s fingers scored into this shoulders.
Moonrise would be here soon; they would greet it together.
