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scriveynerTitle: smut for vy
Fandom: Samurai Flamenco
AU: Gates'verse
Characters/Pairing: Gotou/Masayoshi/Kanata
Rating: NSFW/E
Length: 539
Summary: “Don’t bite,” Gotou said, his jaw clenched. Kanata’s teeth traced the delicate skin of his throat, then he dipped his head lower and sucked a red mark into the muscle of Gotou’s shoulder.
“Don’t bite,” Gotou said, his jaw clenched. Kanata’s teeth traced the delicate skin of his throat, then he dipped his head lower and sucked a red mark into the muscle of Gotou’s shoulder. He hissed out a noise, long and low and Kanata rumbled his amusement without lifting his mouth from Gotou’s skin.
Gotou twisted, vulnerable in his position astride Kanata’s lap, but his arms were held back, hooked through Kanata’s own, keeping his back arched and his balance centered. Gotou felt Kanata’s legs tense, was prepared when he lifted his hips slightly, driving deeper into Gotou’s core. Gotou’s mouth fell open, his eyes slid to half-closed, and he could barely think of anything else as Kanata did that again.
“You like that,” Kanata said, his breath hot on Gotou’s shoulder. Teeth again, too-sharp as they traced up his shoulder and headed back toward his throat. Gotou kept his eyes closed, his head tilted back, tried to focus on the sensations first. “Do you want it harder?”
He would not be reduced to begging, even if he was sitting astride Kanata’s lap, on the couch, in broad daylight. Gotou tilted forward, but couldn’t go far with his arms held that way. He opened his eyes and looked down at Masayoshi, seated cross-legged on the floor in front of the couch, watching the with wide blue eyes that looked far more innocent than they actually were.
“I think he wants it harder,” Masayoshi said, hands folded in his lap, just as naked. “Don’t you, Gotou-san?”
“Sh-shut up,” Gotou groaned, and refused to look at Masayoshi, the reminder that he was there, watching this almost too much for him to bear.
“I guess that means slower, then,” Kanata said, shifting them again on the couch. Gotou let out a low noise full of disappointment,
“You’re mean,” Masayoshi murmured. He still hadn’t moved, but his eyes kept darting from Gotou’s face to lower, where his cock, thick and hot, bounced heavy.
“And you’re practically salivating, brother,” Kanata said, resting his chin on Gotou’s shoulder and eyeing Masayoshi. “If you want to suck him that badly, you can. I can hold off until he comes, he’ll get nice and tight with an orgasm.”
Gotou muttered something that might have been an oath, and when Masayoshi sat up on his knees, one hand on Gotou’s thigh, the noise he let out was more eager than he wanted to admit. “Go slow,” Kanata murmured. “Make him beg for it.”
Masayoshi touched the tip of Gotou’s cock tentatively, then glanced up at him. “I won’t beg,” Gotou said, voice raw, and Kanata laughed a little.
“Yeah,” he murmured as Masayoshi leaned in close and ran his tongue over the head of Gotou’s cock. “You will.”
Fandom: Samurai Flamenco
AU: Gates'verse
Characters/Pairing: Gotou/Masayoshi/Kanata
Rating: NSFW/E
Length: 539
Summary: “Don’t bite,” Gotou said, his jaw clenched. Kanata’s teeth traced the delicate skin of his throat, then he dipped his head lower and sucked a red mark into the muscle of Gotou’s shoulder.
“Don’t bite,” Gotou said, his jaw clenched. Kanata’s teeth traced the delicate skin of his throat, then he dipped his head lower and sucked a red mark into the muscle of Gotou’s shoulder. He hissed out a noise, long and low and Kanata rumbled his amusement without lifting his mouth from Gotou’s skin.
Gotou twisted, vulnerable in his position astride Kanata’s lap, but his arms were held back, hooked through Kanata’s own, keeping his back arched and his balance centered. Gotou felt Kanata’s legs tense, was prepared when he lifted his hips slightly, driving deeper into Gotou’s core. Gotou’s mouth fell open, his eyes slid to half-closed, and he could barely think of anything else as Kanata did that again.
“You like that,” Kanata said, his breath hot on Gotou’s shoulder. Teeth again, too-sharp as they traced up his shoulder and headed back toward his throat. Gotou kept his eyes closed, his head tilted back, tried to focus on the sensations first. “Do you want it harder?”
He would not be reduced to begging, even if he was sitting astride Kanata’s lap, on the couch, in broad daylight. Gotou tilted forward, but couldn’t go far with his arms held that way. He opened his eyes and looked down at Masayoshi, seated cross-legged on the floor in front of the couch, watching the with wide blue eyes that looked far more innocent than they actually were.
“I think he wants it harder,” Masayoshi said, hands folded in his lap, just as naked. “Don’t you, Gotou-san?”
“Sh-shut up,” Gotou groaned, and refused to look at Masayoshi, the reminder that he was there, watching this almost too much for him to bear.
“I guess that means slower, then,” Kanata said, shifting them again on the couch. Gotou let out a low noise full of disappointment,
“You’re mean,” Masayoshi murmured. He still hadn’t moved, but his eyes kept darting from Gotou’s face to lower, where his cock, thick and hot, bounced heavy.
“And you’re practically salivating, brother,” Kanata said, resting his chin on Gotou’s shoulder and eyeing Masayoshi. “If you want to suck him that badly, you can. I can hold off until he comes, he’ll get nice and tight with an orgasm.”
Gotou muttered something that might have been an oath, and when Masayoshi sat up on his knees, one hand on Gotou’s thigh, the noise he let out was more eager than he wanted to admit. “Go slow,” Kanata murmured. “Make him beg for it.”
Masayoshi touched the tip of Gotou’s cock tentatively, then glanced up at him. “I won’t beg,” Gotou said, voice raw, and Kanata laughed a little.
“Yeah,” he murmured as Masayoshi leaned in close and ran his tongue over the head of Gotou’s cock. “You will.”
