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scriveynerTitle: surreptitiously
Fandom: Samurai Flamenco
Characters/Pairing: Gotou/Masayoshi, Mari
Rating: T
Length: 336
Summary: “You two are so gross!” Mari yelled.
Masayoshi straddled Gotou’s chest, eyes wide open in surprise, one hand in the grass beside his head. He clearly had not expected them to hit the ground, and never mind ending up in this position. Gotou wheezed, the wind knocked out of him - and when he looked up at Masayoshi, sunlight in his hair, sweat running down his face and chest and his mind stuttered to a complete stop.
“Gotou-san?” Masayoshi asked hesitantly, noticing the change in Gotou’s breathing.
Gotou wet his lips, caught Masayoshi by the back of the neck and pulled him down. He went willingly, down to his elbows in the grass, eyes still wide and uncertain. This was still so new to him, to them both - but this time Gotou closed the distance, hand large and firm on the back of Masayoshi’s neck, keeping his head down as they kissed.
It was only a moment - heart thudding in his chest, Masayoshi’s weight heavy across him - and then the water balloon hit Masayoshi in the side of the head, soaking them both again. They broke apart, startled.
“You two are so gross!” Mari yelled. “Don’t make me get the hose!”
Masayoshi was back up on his knees, squinting against the sunlight and glaring in Mari’s direction, but Gotou had covered his mouth with his hand, staring up into the bright blue sky, its color not nearly as dazzling as the blue of Masayoshi’s eyes. He knew what the feeling in his chest was, expanding his lungs and making him feel buoyant and light, and still he couldn’t believe it, that this was a real thing happening to him.
“C'mon Gotou-san,” Masayoshi said, grabbing his scattergun and managing to put his knee into Gotou’s solar plexus as he pushed himself to his feet. “Let’s get 'em!”
Fandom: Samurai Flamenco
Characters/Pairing: Gotou/Masayoshi, Mari
Rating: T
Length: 336
Summary: “You two are so gross!” Mari yelled.
Masayoshi straddled Gotou’s chest, eyes wide open in surprise, one hand in the grass beside his head. He clearly had not expected them to hit the ground, and never mind ending up in this position. Gotou wheezed, the wind knocked out of him - and when he looked up at Masayoshi, sunlight in his hair, sweat running down his face and chest and his mind stuttered to a complete stop.
“Gotou-san?” Masayoshi asked hesitantly, noticing the change in Gotou’s breathing.
Gotou wet his lips, caught Masayoshi by the back of the neck and pulled him down. He went willingly, down to his elbows in the grass, eyes still wide and uncertain. This was still so new to him, to them both - but this time Gotou closed the distance, hand large and firm on the back of Masayoshi’s neck, keeping his head down as they kissed.
It was only a moment - heart thudding in his chest, Masayoshi’s weight heavy across him - and then the water balloon hit Masayoshi in the side of the head, soaking them both again. They broke apart, startled.
“You two are so gross!” Mari yelled. “Don’t make me get the hose!”
Masayoshi was back up on his knees, squinting against the sunlight and glaring in Mari’s direction, but Gotou had covered his mouth with his hand, staring up into the bright blue sky, its color not nearly as dazzling as the blue of Masayoshi’s eyes. He knew what the feeling in his chest was, expanding his lungs and making him feel buoyant and light, and still he couldn’t believe it, that this was a real thing happening to him.
“C'mon Gotou-san,” Masayoshi said, grabbing his scattergun and managing to put his knee into Gotou’s solar plexus as he pushed himself to his feet. “Let’s get 'em!”
