Samurai Flamenco - samflam_69min: Kneel [Gotoyoshi]

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Title: samflam_69min: Kneel
Fandom: Samurai Flamenco
Characters/Pairing: Gotou/Masayoshi
Rating: NSFW/E
Length: 761
Summary:

Gotou still wasn’t entirely sure how he managed to get into work on time, dressed and showered and cleaned up despite the fact it felt like there was an entire marching band consisting of poorly-timed percussionists performing directly behind his temples. He couldn’t even remember most of the previous night – Masayoshi had dragged him to a bar with a private room for drinking with his Flamengers buddies, and that was about the extent of his memories.

Well, that wasn’t entirely true. He did remember bits of the drinking game – including the part where he put his tongue practically down Masayoshi’s throat in front of everyone there. Gotou’s face flamed a very attractive shade of red, and he kept his back stiff and gaze straight as he stood outside the koban and tried not to think about how completely inappropriate he had acted.

Which, okay, Masayoshi had maybe encouraged that just a little, and Gotou’s tongue had maybe been in far worse places than Masayoshi’s friends might guess earlier that same day, but all the same that was not a practice that Masayoshi should encourage in public. He had an image to maintain, fiance or not.

His phone buzzed on his desk while he ate his lunch. Gotou flipped it over casually and unlocked the screen, flipping over to his text messages and then choking on air. He almost knocked the phone over, off the desk, and saved it by sheer reflex.

Totsuka looked over at him, eyebrow raised, and Gotou ducked his head, face dark red. “Pardon,” he said, and put his phone face-down on the desk. He took a deep breath, a sip of his canned coffee, and then turned his phone back over. It had gone back to lock, thankfully, and this time he cautiously unlocked the screen.

It was a picture of himself, from above – Masayoshi had taken it last night, clearly, and the faint memory of cold tile pressing into his knees resurfaced quickly. The stall was tiny, there were only two in the restaurant’s bathroom, and he’d knelt carefully, Masayoshi’s legs spread as wide as he could get with his pants around his ankles. Gotou realized he was staring at the picture again and turned the phone over.

His face was red, the flush of intoxication, cheeks hollowed out, mouth full of Masayoshi, his cock mostly swallowed down. Gotou was looking up at Masayoshi’s cell phone camera without shame, the slightest upturn to his expression, almost like he was grinning although it was hard to tell with his mouth stretched around Masayoshi’s cock. Gotou exhaled a long breath and stared at the computer screen in front of him without seeing the desktop – he’d fucking given Masayoshi a blowjob in the men’s washroom, and there was photographic evidence.

He flipped his cell phone back over, the third time in five minutes, and texted back to Masayoshi quickly. You need to delete that!

There wasn’t an immediate response, and there hadn’t been a message texted with the picture. Gotou exhaled through his nose, made a mental note (another one, because it always seems that something happened whenever he got blackout drunk with Masayoshi) to watch his alcohol intake and to not kowtow the next time someone challenged him to a goddamned drinking contest.

Only if you suck my dick when you get home! :)

There was something completely wrong with Masayoshi texting him something so lewd. Gotou rubbed a hand over his mouth and sighed; in the few months since he discovered that not only did Masayoshi have a sex drive, once activated it was practically unstoppable. (He had, Masayoshi told Gotou completely seriously, a lot of catching up to do. Gotou was going to point out that he probably had more catching up to do than Masayoshi, but was then suitably distracted by Masayoshi shoving his hand down Gotou’s pants so it was all relative anyway.)

Fine. Please don’t text me dirty pictures while I’m at work.

Fair enough! There was a string of emoticons following Masayoshi’s text, ending in three hearts.

Gotou smiled, locked his phone and turned it over a final time. He had Masayoshi to look forward to again tonight, and that was enough to make the rest of his shift pass quickly.