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Fandom: Samurai Flamenco
Characters/Pairing: Gotou/Masayoshi
Rating: NSFW/E
Length: 498
Summary:
For a moment the only sound in the small apartment was the steady pant of heaving breaths. Gotou had his arm back up and over his eyes, cheeks flushed red, head mostly off the pillow. His other hand had been planted on Masayoshi’s head, but that had since slid off when Masayoshi rose up off of him. Gotou lifted his arm, just slightly, in time to see Masayoshi wipe the overspill from his chin and look at the palm of his hand critically.
“Jeez,” Gotou managed, and Masayoshi glanced up, caught his eye even shadowed under his arm and grinned. They’d been doing this for a while now, and Masayoshi of all people was a quick learner, but it still blew his mind every time.
Masayoshi leaned forward, sliding his hand along the inside of Gotou’s thigh. “Gotou-san,” he said, breathy and wanting, and Gotou was so relaxed, so pliant from his orgasm that he let the arm drop back over his eyes, closed them and groaned at the warmth of Masayoshi’s hand on his skin.
“Do whatever you want,” he said, and meant it.
He opened his eyes again when Masayoshi pushed his legs together, slotting himself snug between Gotou’s thighs, and raised his arm to look. He’d expected otherwise, but Masayoshi was already preoccupied, sliding back and forth, both arms around Gotou’s legs to hold them together. He was bumping everything doing that, and Gotou really thought he didn’t have it in him to get hard again but before too long his cock was bobbing back against his belly and drooling, and Gotou inhaled sharply as Masayoshi kept thrusting.
There was no need to speak – and anyway, he’d miss out on the small grunts that Masayoshi was making, sharp little noises of pleasure as he got closer to the edge. Gotou crept his hand down his body, caught his cock and tugged, still sensitive. The head of Masayoshi’s cock slid along his balls, and Gotou wanted to close his eyes, throw his head back but he also didn’t want to miss Masayoshi’s climax.
“Gotou-san,” Masayoshi gasped, the syllables all wrong, disjointed and he came hot across Gotou’s hand. Gotou didn’t stop stroking himself, rubbing Masayoshi’s seed into his skin as he brought himself off for the third time that night, the orgasm trickling out of him almost painful.
When he opened his eyes again Masayoshi was staring down at him through half-closed eyes, cheek pressed to Gotou’s legs, still held against his chest. He was wearing a lazy smile, sweat making his bangs stick to his face and Gotou sighed out an amused breath. He held out his arms. “Come here,” he said, and Masayoshi crawled home.
Fandom: Samurai Flamenco
Characters/Pairing: Gotou/Masayoshi
Rating: NSFW/E
Length: 498
Summary:
For a moment the only sound in the small apartment was the steady pant of heaving breaths. Gotou had his arm back up and over his eyes, cheeks flushed red, head mostly off the pillow. His other hand had been planted on Masayoshi’s head, but that had since slid off when Masayoshi rose up off of him. Gotou lifted his arm, just slightly, in time to see Masayoshi wipe the overspill from his chin and look at the palm of his hand critically.
“Jeez,” Gotou managed, and Masayoshi glanced up, caught his eye even shadowed under his arm and grinned. They’d been doing this for a while now, and Masayoshi of all people was a quick learner, but it still blew his mind every time.
Masayoshi leaned forward, sliding his hand along the inside of Gotou’s thigh. “Gotou-san,” he said, breathy and wanting, and Gotou was so relaxed, so pliant from his orgasm that he let the arm drop back over his eyes, closed them and groaned at the warmth of Masayoshi’s hand on his skin.
“Do whatever you want,” he said, and meant it.
He opened his eyes again when Masayoshi pushed his legs together, slotting himself snug between Gotou’s thighs, and raised his arm to look. He’d expected otherwise, but Masayoshi was already preoccupied, sliding back and forth, both arms around Gotou’s legs to hold them together. He was bumping everything doing that, and Gotou really thought he didn’t have it in him to get hard again but before too long his cock was bobbing back against his belly and drooling, and Gotou inhaled sharply as Masayoshi kept thrusting.
There was no need to speak – and anyway, he’d miss out on the small grunts that Masayoshi was making, sharp little noises of pleasure as he got closer to the edge. Gotou crept his hand down his body, caught his cock and tugged, still sensitive. The head of Masayoshi’s cock slid along his balls, and Gotou wanted to close his eyes, throw his head back but he also didn’t want to miss Masayoshi’s climax.
“Gotou-san,” Masayoshi gasped, the syllables all wrong, disjointed and he came hot across Gotou’s hand. Gotou didn’t stop stroking himself, rubbing Masayoshi’s seed into his skin as he brought himself off for the third time that night, the orgasm trickling out of him almost painful.
When he opened his eyes again Masayoshi was staring down at him through half-closed eyes, cheek pressed to Gotou’s legs, still held against his chest. He was wearing a lazy smile, sweat making his bangs stick to his face and Gotou sighed out an amused breath. He held out his arms. “Come here,” he said, and Masayoshi crawled home.
