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scriveynerTitle: so many ways
Fandom: Samurai Flamenco
Characters/Pairing: Gotou/Masayoshi
Rating: NSFW/E
Length: 337
Summary: Masayoshi’s breath caught - it rattled inside his lungs, a bird trapped inside his ribcage - and Gotou didn’t pause, he didn’t hesitate, his hands large and warm on Masayoshi’s hips.
Masayoshi’s breath caught - it rattled inside his lungs, a bird trapped inside his ribcage - and Gotou didn’t pause, he didn’t hesitate, his hands large and warm on Masayoshi’s hips. He kept pushing in, slow and deep and Masayoshi thought he was going to drown in this, this slow sensation of being utterly filled, utterly possessed, utterly claimed.
It didn’t matter how many times before they had done this, that this time they had fallen onto the bed laughing, Gotou’s face tinged pink with embarrassment as Masayoshi kissed him, cradled his face, urged Gotou atop him and kissed him again.
It wasn’t his breath slamming against his breastbone like captured bluebird, wings dragging down his ribs like piano keys as Gotou shifted them both, pushing somehow deeper as he situated Masayoshi across his lap. His eyes were even darker than normal, staring down at Masayoshi, glimmering in the low light with so much unvoiced emotion. He raised his hand, cupped Gotou’s face and their eyes met.
Gotou was so deep, so hot - throbbing, nestled tight inside him and Masayoshi opened his mouth to say something, anything - but Gotou leaned forward and brushed the sweat-spiked bangs from his eyes. Masayoshi tightened his legs over Gotou’s hips as he dipped in, drew his arms over Gotou’s shoulders and moaned into his mouth as the angle changed and Gotou kissed him deeply.
He knew love, now. He knew how precious it was, how deep it could run, how important it was - how it made his breath grow short and his heartbeat still as Gotou looked at him, how Gotou looked at him like he was the most precious thing he’d ever seen, and how wholly owned he was by that gaze.
Gotou brushed the tears from his eyes and Masayoshi smiled gently up at him. Nothing else mattered, now.
Fandom: Samurai Flamenco
Characters/Pairing: Gotou/Masayoshi
Rating: NSFW/E
Length: 337
Summary: Masayoshi’s breath caught - it rattled inside his lungs, a bird trapped inside his ribcage - and Gotou didn’t pause, he didn’t hesitate, his hands large and warm on Masayoshi’s hips.
Masayoshi’s breath caught - it rattled inside his lungs, a bird trapped inside his ribcage - and Gotou didn’t pause, he didn’t hesitate, his hands large and warm on Masayoshi’s hips. He kept pushing in, slow and deep and Masayoshi thought he was going to drown in this, this slow sensation of being utterly filled, utterly possessed, utterly claimed.
It didn’t matter how many times before they had done this, that this time they had fallen onto the bed laughing, Gotou’s face tinged pink with embarrassment as Masayoshi kissed him, cradled his face, urged Gotou atop him and kissed him again.
It wasn’t his breath slamming against his breastbone like captured bluebird, wings dragging down his ribs like piano keys as Gotou shifted them both, pushing somehow deeper as he situated Masayoshi across his lap. His eyes were even darker than normal, staring down at Masayoshi, glimmering in the low light with so much unvoiced emotion. He raised his hand, cupped Gotou’s face and their eyes met.
Gotou was so deep, so hot - throbbing, nestled tight inside him and Masayoshi opened his mouth to say something, anything - but Gotou leaned forward and brushed the sweat-spiked bangs from his eyes. Masayoshi tightened his legs over Gotou’s hips as he dipped in, drew his arms over Gotou’s shoulders and moaned into his mouth as the angle changed and Gotou kissed him deeply.
He knew love, now. He knew how precious it was, how deep it could run, how important it was - how it made his breath grow short and his heartbeat still as Gotou looked at him, how Gotou looked at him like he was the most precious thing he’d ever seen, and how wholly owned he was by that gaze.
Gotou brushed the tears from his eyes and Masayoshi smiled gently up at him. Nothing else mattered, now.
