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scriveynerTitle: smut for vy since she studied
Fandom: Samurai Flamenco
Characters/Pairing: Gotou/Masayoshi
Rating: NSFW/E
Length: 931
Summary: Okay, so maybe it hadn’t been the best idea to let Masayoshi have that second drink - he’d made puppy eyes at Gotou standing at the bar beside him, and it was a moment of weakness lubricated by perhaps his own intoxication, but Masayoshi was damn cute like this, flush-faced and hazy-eyed, suit jacket rumpled and tie all crooked.
Okay, so maybe it hadn’t been the best idea to let Masayoshi have that second drink - he’d made puppy eyes at Gotou standing at the bar beside him, and it was a moment of weakness lubricated by perhaps his own intoxication, but Masayoshi was damn cute like this, flush-faced and hazy-eyed, suit jacket rumpled and tie all crooked. It usually took at least two drinks himself until Gotou conveniently forgot to give a damn about PDA, but tonight it seemed like he had barely the one and he was tucking Masayoshi close to his side, keeping a hand on his back or around his waist. Maybe it was the looks Masayoshi was getting, dressed up to the nines in a (formerly) immaculate suit and tie - he earned those looks, Gotou thought in a fiercely protective way, because his boyfriend (fiance) was hot - but it made him possessive as hell.
Masayoshi didn’t seem to notice Gotou’s discomfiture, but he also was politely oblivious to the fact that the women in slinky cocktail dresses were flirting with him, eyeing him in a way that made Gotou prickle.
They eyed Gotou too - but he was more aware of their eyes, darting and curious. He was aware and ignoring them, and after one or two abortive attempts to get him alone and chat him up the women ignored him in the same way they ignored bodyguards and entourages. That was more than okay with him.
Second drinks took Masayoshi from brightly chattering to downright giggly - he wasn’t sloppy-drunk but the tie was loosened and the top button on his collar undone. He looked as good like this as he did when the suit first went on, immaculately pressed and hair artfully ruffled. In fact, Gotou’s eyes darted to that small v of exposed skin that sometimes appeared when the tie shifted, and he wet his lips before he even realized that he was staring.
For such a nice establishment the bathroom was small, two urinals and a single empty stall - but the door had a lock on it and Gotou threw it with one hand, the other still around Masayoshi’s back, keeping him close. Masayoshi laughed into his shoulder, face flushed with drink and Gotou pushed him against the wall and kissed him, tasting the alcohol on his breath. “Here?” Masayoshi asked breathlessly as Gotou pressed his leg between Masayoshi’s.
“Quickly,” Gotou replied as he kissed Masayoshi’s neck.
It was a busy bar, and someone would notice that they were missing sooner rather than later. Gotou had no idea why he thought this was a good idea except then he saw Masayoshi’s eyes slide closed in pleasure, mouth open just slightly, relaxed enough by the booze to take all of Gotou on the first stroke. His pants and underwear were bunched down one leg, his shoe overturned on the floor and his other leg up tight around Gotou’s waist. He rocked down into Gotou’s tight thrusts and it didn’t matter that they were pressed together in rumpled suits, rutting hurriedly in the bathroom of a nice bar - nothing mattered but making Masayoshi moan, making his eyes roll back into his head as he got swept away with the tide of feelings threatening to roll out of his chest and drown them both.
He had his hand over the head of Masayoshi’s cock so that when he came explosively it did not splatter all over Gotou’s shirt or Masayoshi’s suit coat - he hadn’t thought enough ahead for a condom though, and Masayoshi let out a contented noise and grabbed Gotou by the head, grinding into him when he came inside. “Sorry,” Gotou said, his head tilted forward, eyes closed. He’d put his dirty hand on the wall, hadn’t had time to clean it off yet but Masayoshi arched back, sliding off his softening cock with a slick noise.
“It’s okay,” Masayoshi said, breathing hard, face flushed. “I like it when you come inside.”
Gotou bit his bottom lip and swallowed, but before he could say anything else Masayoshi flushed a darker red, leaning in closer as if there was anyone else in the bathroom who could hear them in this moment, above the clamor and clatter and general cacophony of the bar outside the locked door. “I like the feeling of you dripping out of me,” he said determinedly, quickly before he could regret that the words escaped.
The noise that squeezed out of Gotou’s lungs made Masayoshi laugh nervously and kiss him, frantically, like Gotou was going to go anywhere after hearing that.
“How,” Gotou asked, his voice strangled as Masayoshi very carefully pulled his pants and underwear back on. “How much longer do we have to stay-?”
“At least until one,” Masayoshi said, stepping back into his shoe. He took both of Gotou’s hands and put them on his waist. “And then we can go home and you can fuck me again.”
When Masayoshi drank too much, he didn’t get sloppy drunk - he got giggling and horny. Gotou kissed him hungrily, and Masayoshi gave him no quarter. One a.m. was entirely too far away.
Fandom: Samurai Flamenco
Characters/Pairing: Gotou/Masayoshi
Rating: NSFW/E
Length: 931
Summary: Okay, so maybe it hadn’t been the best idea to let Masayoshi have that second drink - he’d made puppy eyes at Gotou standing at the bar beside him, and it was a moment of weakness lubricated by perhaps his own intoxication, but Masayoshi was damn cute like this, flush-faced and hazy-eyed, suit jacket rumpled and tie all crooked.
Okay, so maybe it hadn’t been the best idea to let Masayoshi have that second drink - he’d made puppy eyes at Gotou standing at the bar beside him, and it was a moment of weakness lubricated by perhaps his own intoxication, but Masayoshi was damn cute like this, flush-faced and hazy-eyed, suit jacket rumpled and tie all crooked. It usually took at least two drinks himself until Gotou conveniently forgot to give a damn about PDA, but tonight it seemed like he had barely the one and he was tucking Masayoshi close to his side, keeping a hand on his back or around his waist. Maybe it was the looks Masayoshi was getting, dressed up to the nines in a (formerly) immaculate suit and tie - he earned those looks, Gotou thought in a fiercely protective way, because his boyfriend (fiance) was hot - but it made him possessive as hell.
Masayoshi didn’t seem to notice Gotou’s discomfiture, but he also was politely oblivious to the fact that the women in slinky cocktail dresses were flirting with him, eyeing him in a way that made Gotou prickle.
They eyed Gotou too - but he was more aware of their eyes, darting and curious. He was aware and ignoring them, and after one or two abortive attempts to get him alone and chat him up the women ignored him in the same way they ignored bodyguards and entourages. That was more than okay with him.
Second drinks took Masayoshi from brightly chattering to downright giggly - he wasn’t sloppy-drunk but the tie was loosened and the top button on his collar undone. He looked as good like this as he did when the suit first went on, immaculately pressed and hair artfully ruffled. In fact, Gotou’s eyes darted to that small v of exposed skin that sometimes appeared when the tie shifted, and he wet his lips before he even realized that he was staring.
For such a nice establishment the bathroom was small, two urinals and a single empty stall - but the door had a lock on it and Gotou threw it with one hand, the other still around Masayoshi’s back, keeping him close. Masayoshi laughed into his shoulder, face flushed with drink and Gotou pushed him against the wall and kissed him, tasting the alcohol on his breath. “Here?” Masayoshi asked breathlessly as Gotou pressed his leg between Masayoshi’s.
“Quickly,” Gotou replied as he kissed Masayoshi’s neck.
It was a busy bar, and someone would notice that they were missing sooner rather than later. Gotou had no idea why he thought this was a good idea except then he saw Masayoshi’s eyes slide closed in pleasure, mouth open just slightly, relaxed enough by the booze to take all of Gotou on the first stroke. His pants and underwear were bunched down one leg, his shoe overturned on the floor and his other leg up tight around Gotou’s waist. He rocked down into Gotou’s tight thrusts and it didn’t matter that they were pressed together in rumpled suits, rutting hurriedly in the bathroom of a nice bar - nothing mattered but making Masayoshi moan, making his eyes roll back into his head as he got swept away with the tide of feelings threatening to roll out of his chest and drown them both.
He had his hand over the head of Masayoshi’s cock so that when he came explosively it did not splatter all over Gotou’s shirt or Masayoshi’s suit coat - he hadn’t thought enough ahead for a condom though, and Masayoshi let out a contented noise and grabbed Gotou by the head, grinding into him when he came inside. “Sorry,” Gotou said, his head tilted forward, eyes closed. He’d put his dirty hand on the wall, hadn’t had time to clean it off yet but Masayoshi arched back, sliding off his softening cock with a slick noise.
“It’s okay,” Masayoshi said, breathing hard, face flushed. “I like it when you come inside.”
Gotou bit his bottom lip and swallowed, but before he could say anything else Masayoshi flushed a darker red, leaning in closer as if there was anyone else in the bathroom who could hear them in this moment, above the clamor and clatter and general cacophony of the bar outside the locked door. “I like the feeling of you dripping out of me,” he said determinedly, quickly before he could regret that the words escaped.
The noise that squeezed out of Gotou’s lungs made Masayoshi laugh nervously and kiss him, frantically, like Gotou was going to go anywhere after hearing that.
“How,” Gotou asked, his voice strangled as Masayoshi very carefully pulled his pants and underwear back on. “How much longer do we have to stay-?”
“At least until one,” Masayoshi said, stepping back into his shoe. He took both of Gotou’s hands and put them on his waist. “And then we can go home and you can fuck me again.”
When Masayoshi drank too much, he didn’t get sloppy drunk - he got giggling and horny. Gotou kissed him hungrily, and Masayoshi gave him no quarter. One a.m. was entirely too far away.
