Samurai Flamenco - Stockings [Gotoyoshi]
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scriveynerTitle: stockings
Fandom: Samurai Flamenco
Characters/Pairing: Gotou/Masayoshi
Rating: M
Length: 339
Summary: Which was why, when Masayoshi slyly slid off his trousers in the hotel room, the top of Gotou’s head nearly came off.
Gotou could confidently say that he had never thought about men in lingerie in his life, ever, before he met Masayoshi. He didn’t pass much of a thought on lingerie in general; the ero magazines he would occasionally, uh, utilize would often feature models in scanty clothing, lace and sheer fabrics that barely covered unmentionables - but as soon as he closed the pages and tossed the magazine back under the bed it was gone from his mind.
Which was why, when Masayoshi slyly slid off his trousers in the hotel room, the top of Gotou’s head nearly came off. He stared at Masayoshi, mouth agape, as Masayoshi stepped out of his clothes, wearing frills and lace and - women’s panties, a little bow on the front atop the bulge that proved he was no female, and white stockings that went all the way up to mid-thigh, held up by stocking suspenders and belt and Gotou had to cover his nose with one hand to ensure that he hadn’t died and was still breathing.
“Do you like it?” Masayoshi asked shyly, stepping out of his trousers and moving a step closer. He was clearly uncertain of Gotou’s reaction. “I wasn’t sure if you would, but I thought - we needed to do something special, since we’ve already-”
Gotou was too busy staring at the contrast, the delicate lace that lay along Masayoshi’s muscled thighs, the way the material did nothing to soften the hard lines of his body, only accentuated them. “Holy shit,” Gotou said, and Masayoshi turned pink. “You look fucking amazing, Masayoshi.”
“Do you really think so?” Masayoshi shifted a little, still blushing. “I couldn’t really try it on when I got it, so this is the first time I’ve worn it.”
“Oh,” Gotou said, his voice strangled.
Fandom: Samurai Flamenco
Characters/Pairing: Gotou/Masayoshi
Rating: M
Length: 339
Summary: Which was why, when Masayoshi slyly slid off his trousers in the hotel room, the top of Gotou’s head nearly came off.
Gotou could confidently say that he had never thought about men in lingerie in his life, ever, before he met Masayoshi. He didn’t pass much of a thought on lingerie in general; the ero magazines he would occasionally, uh, utilize would often feature models in scanty clothing, lace and sheer fabrics that barely covered unmentionables - but as soon as he closed the pages and tossed the magazine back under the bed it was gone from his mind.
Which was why, when Masayoshi slyly slid off his trousers in the hotel room, the top of Gotou’s head nearly came off. He stared at Masayoshi, mouth agape, as Masayoshi stepped out of his clothes, wearing frills and lace and - women’s panties, a little bow on the front atop the bulge that proved he was no female, and white stockings that went all the way up to mid-thigh, held up by stocking suspenders and belt and Gotou had to cover his nose with one hand to ensure that he hadn’t died and was still breathing.
“Do you like it?” Masayoshi asked shyly, stepping out of his trousers and moving a step closer. He was clearly uncertain of Gotou’s reaction. “I wasn’t sure if you would, but I thought - we needed to do something special, since we’ve already-”
Gotou was too busy staring at the contrast, the delicate lace that lay along Masayoshi’s muscled thighs, the way the material did nothing to soften the hard lines of his body, only accentuated them. “Holy shit,” Gotou said, and Masayoshi turned pink. “You look fucking amazing, Masayoshi.”
“Do you really think so?” Masayoshi shifted a little, still blushing. “I couldn’t really try it on when I got it, so this is the first time I’ve worn it.”
“Oh,” Gotou said, his voice strangled.
