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scriveynerTitle: samflam_69min: Scratches
Fandom: Samurai Flamenco
Characters/Pairing: Gotou/Masayoshi
Rating: M
Length: 479
Summary:
Masayoshi woke when Gotou rolled over, tugging the sheets with him as he went. He blinked to the ceiling and yawned muzzily - he’d have to get up on his shoulder to see the digital clock under the television, and it was too dark to make out the clock on the wall, so he didn’t even try. The sun hadn’t made an attempt to get through the drawn blinds, so he knew he had plenty of time to get back to sleep.
Masayoshi rolled up onto his side as well and tugged at some of the escaping sheets. Gotou could be a bit of a covers hog, sometimes. Gotou murmured something sleepily and Masayoshi slid closer to him, planning on slinging an arm over his side and pulling him back into the center of the bed. He hesitated though - even in the dimness of the dark room he could see the dark lines on Gotou’s shoulder and side, and Masayoshi gently rubbed the welts with his finger.
Had he really done that?
The marks were angry and raised, but hadn’t broken the skin enough to draw blood. Masayoshi ran his fingers over them gently, and Gotou didn’t wake.
Their relationship had been physical for a while now. It was still scared him sometimes, when he thought about it - but it was weirdly comfortable too. He liked being able to touch Gotou - not just the casual touches, the arm-linking and hand-holding and using him as a pillow because the bed was the only other soft spot in the room - but these other, more intimate ones. The level of trust that had grown between them had solidified and matured into something greater. It was love and commitment and everything else and Masayoshi had never had something quite as important as this.
Masayoshi tilted his head and shifted, just enough that he could kiss the welts carefully. Gotou didn’t wake, although he did move slightly and sleepily murmur Masayoshi’s name into the pillow. Masayoshi smiled and put his arm over Gotou’s side, pulling him back toward the middle of the bed so he could curl around him. Gotou would brush the wounds off, he knew - he had before, when Masayoshi had left angry bruises from clinging too hard. He saw the marks as a sign of a job well done, which - Masayoshi felt the blood rush to his face, even with no one awake to witness his embarrassment - Gotou did the job well.
He yawned, and nuzzled his face against the back of Gotou’s neck. Morning would come soon enough, to illuminate the healing scratches and fading bruises they’d exchanged in the night. For now, he would sleep.
Fandom: Samurai Flamenco
Characters/Pairing: Gotou/Masayoshi
Rating: M
Length: 479
Summary:
Masayoshi woke when Gotou rolled over, tugging the sheets with him as he went. He blinked to the ceiling and yawned muzzily - he’d have to get up on his shoulder to see the digital clock under the television, and it was too dark to make out the clock on the wall, so he didn’t even try. The sun hadn’t made an attempt to get through the drawn blinds, so he knew he had plenty of time to get back to sleep.
Masayoshi rolled up onto his side as well and tugged at some of the escaping sheets. Gotou could be a bit of a covers hog, sometimes. Gotou murmured something sleepily and Masayoshi slid closer to him, planning on slinging an arm over his side and pulling him back into the center of the bed. He hesitated though - even in the dimness of the dark room he could see the dark lines on Gotou’s shoulder and side, and Masayoshi gently rubbed the welts with his finger.
Had he really done that?
The marks were angry and raised, but hadn’t broken the skin enough to draw blood. Masayoshi ran his fingers over them gently, and Gotou didn’t wake.
Their relationship had been physical for a while now. It was still scared him sometimes, when he thought about it - but it was weirdly comfortable too. He liked being able to touch Gotou - not just the casual touches, the arm-linking and hand-holding and using him as a pillow because the bed was the only other soft spot in the room - but these other, more intimate ones. The level of trust that had grown between them had solidified and matured into something greater. It was love and commitment and everything else and Masayoshi had never had something quite as important as this.
Masayoshi tilted his head and shifted, just enough that he could kiss the welts carefully. Gotou didn’t wake, although he did move slightly and sleepily murmur Masayoshi’s name into the pillow. Masayoshi smiled and put his arm over Gotou’s side, pulling him back toward the middle of the bed so he could curl around him. Gotou would brush the wounds off, he knew - he had before, when Masayoshi had left angry bruises from clinging too hard. He saw the marks as a sign of a job well done, which - Masayoshi felt the blood rush to his face, even with no one awake to witness his embarrassment - Gotou did the job well.
He yawned, and nuzzled his face against the back of Gotou’s neck. Morning would come soon enough, to illuminate the healing scratches and fading bruises they’d exchanged in the night. For now, he would sleep.
