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Masayoshi’s smile could outshine any of the bare fluorescent bulbs in the room – open and easy and relaxed, head tilted back into the pillow and a laugh brewing behind his eyes, his tawny hair spiked silly with sweat. He breathed easily despite the exertion, his hands large and warm on Gotou’s face, keeping his gaze fixed on Masayoshi’s. There wasn’t anywhere else Gotou would rather be looking anyway; it wasn’t as if his room had changed since the last time he’d looked up.

“Gotou-san,” Masayoshi murmured, only the slightest hitch in his voice when Gotou shifted his body back just slightly, trying to find a better position.

He didn’t know how long he’d been thinking about this. Since before Masayoshi left, this time gone almost a full month and halfway around the world without him. They’d talked and texted almost every day, time difference be damned - but Gotou didn’t sleep very well without another warm body in the bed beside him - even if said warm body often kicked him in his sleep, occasionally drooled on him and once woke him up sleep-yelling a heroic speech.

Masayoshi’s flight came in very late - or very early, depending on how you looked at the clock. He clearly hadn’t expected Gotou to be waiting for him - and the sleepless night was worth it for the expression of surprise on Masayoshi’s face in the airport. He’d dropped the handle of his rolling suitcase and hurtled down the hallway and almost tackled Gotou into the wall he’d been standing against.

For once, Gotou didn’t care if there were any photographers there when Masayoshi kissed him. Masayoshi had knocked his ball cap off his head in his haste, it was lying on the floor behind him somewhere. “I missed you so much,” Masayoshi said into his mouth at some point, and Gotou could have laughed if he wasn’t too busy kissing Masayoshi back.

Eventually Masayoshi rescued his suitcase. He walked hand in hand with Gotou out of the airport and into the early dawn sunlight, too tired to chatter, content simply to be beside each other. They made it home and into bed, the blinds pulled against the morning sun and Gotou was immensely grateful he’d had the forethought to swap shifts with another officer so that he could crawl into bed beside Masayoshi, wrap his arms around him and be content that he returned and everything could be normal again.

He’d woken up to Masayoshi’s hand down his boxers, stroking him idly, gray-blue eyes peeking over the pillow at him, mischievous and glittering. They didn’t even have to talk, Gotou rolled over on top of Masayoshi and kissed him, and Masayoshi wriggled himself out of his underwear and helped Gotou’s off.

There was a mild hiccup trying to figure out where the lube went - Gotou had cleaned (okay, he had made an attempt, it counted, ‘yoshi-), things had gotten put away and Masayoshi whined at him when Gotou had to clamber off and stagger across the room.

“You’re so noisy,” Gotou grumbled when he flung a leg over Masayoshi’s waist and straddled him, then leaned down to kiss him and pressed the recovered bottle of lube into his hands. Masayoshi made confused noises at him for a moment … then it clicked suddenly and Masayoshi quite endearingly went pink.

He caught his breath against Masayoshi’s shoulder as Masayoshi focused on preparing him. It was a weird and foreign intrusion - but necessary, and - when Masayoshi’s fingers crooked just the right way Gotou tightened his arms around Masayoshi and bit down the noises he wanted to make.

“That’s no fair, Gotou-san,” Masayoshi murmured, his chin tucked over Gotou’s shoulder and their bodies pressed together, close enough that Gotou could feel Masayoshi’s heart beating in time with his. “You complain when I stifle myself.”

“Sh-shut up,” Gotou managed, and Masayoshi laughed, delighted, at the way he made Gotou gasp on the last syllable. “Masayoshi.”

Masayoshi, warm and solid and skin jumping against his, laughing still as Gotou pushed him down, kissed him again and again, kept him breathless and giddy so that when Gotou reached back and stroked him and held Masayoshi against himself, he got to hear the delight slide into a moan when he worked himself onto Masayoshi’s cock.

It was good in a way that he wasn’t used to; he braced his hands on Masayoshi as he slid himself down, letting Masayoshi fill him completely. He was aware of how intently Masayoshi’s eyes were on where they were joined, he grinned and wet his lips and caught Masayoshi’s eye. “You’re not allowed to move,” he told Masayoshi, smoothing his hands over Masayoshi’s jumpy belly and trying to shift himself into a better position to move.

“Gotou-san,” Masayoshi breathed, and Gotou leaned forward over him, sliding a bit with the movement. It was an effort to keep his voice steady.

“Don’t you dare, or I’ll stop,” he said.

Gotou pressed his hands into the mattress on either side of Masayoshi’s chest. Masayoshi kept touching him, but he didn’t mind that so much as long as he stayed still and stayed down. Masayoshi kept murmuring his name encouragingly, as Gotou rocked with more enthusiasm. It got easier as he went on, sliding up and down his shaft and grunting softly on each breath. “Jeez,” Masayoshi said, and settled his hands on Gotou’s thighs.

“Shut up,” Gotou said, sweat dripping from his hairline. He felt so good, like every nerve ending was on fire. It was so different from pushing Masayoshi double, pressing his hips down and in - but it felt good, too, really good, in its own way.

“You’re so mean,” Masayoshi said, and shifted. Gotou gasped as Masayoshi surged up against him, rolling his hips.

“I told you to-” Gotou smacked his chest, and Masayoshi caught his hand, used the other to push himself up, changing their angle and making Gotou groan. “Stop it!”

“I can’t, you’re too cute, Gotou-san,” Masayoshi said, both hands on his hips to hold him steady as he started to move up against Gotou. Gotou’s arms went over his shoulders before he could stop himself and he rocked down into Masayoshi’s thrusts.

“Don’t call me,” Gotou’s voice shuddered. “Cute.”

Masayoshi didn’t respond, too focused now - Gotou clung to him tightly, eyes closed, head bowed as they moved together - Masayoshi’s nose brushed his, he opened his eyes and panted into Masayoshi’s open mouth. “Love you,” Masayoshi’s voice was shuddering to hold it in. “Love you, Hidenori-” Gotou groaned at that and was gone, over the edge.

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“Well, you’re definitely going to have to change the sheets now,” Masayoshi’s voice was muffled, his face nuzzled against the back of Gotou’s neck. “I can’t believe you haven’t changed them since I left, that’s gross. You’re so gross.”

Gotou thought about his cigarettes, but they were in his jacket pocket, all the way on the other side of the room and he didn’t really want to get up at the moment, because then there would be clean-up to worry about, and … yeah. “You’re one to talk,” he said, and elbowed back, but it was a weak gesture.

“You didn’t change them because they smelled like me,” Masayoshi said smugly, and this time Gotou did elbow him hard. He yelped and laughed, and Gotou rolled over, grabbing at him.

“Don’t misunderstand!” he said, and Masayoshi laughed again, squirming away. “Oi!”

He caught Masayoshi by the neck and Masayoshi tried to wriggle free, still laughing. Gotou dragged Masayoshi back to him and kissed him again, and Masayoshi tangled his legs with Gotou’s, hands pressed to Gotou’s chest. “Idiot,” Gotou said softly. “I love you, you know that, right?”

“Of course I do,” Masayoshi responded in kind. “Hey, you don’t have to go to work tonight, right?”

“Nope.” Gotou brushed Masayoshi’s bangs back. “I’m all yours until tomorrow.”

“Good!” Masayoshi sat up suddenly, smacking his shoulder into Gotou’s chest. “I got a special limited-edition DVD I’ve been looking for forever, we’ve got to watch it!”

Gotou rubbed his chest and laughed into the pillow, and Masayoshi pinched him. “You have to get cleaned up first, we need to go out and get food and more … supplies.” Masayoshi glanced to the side and blushed, and Gotou sat up and only winced a little.

“Supplies?” He nudged Masayoshi. “Did you use the last of the lube?”

“Maybe.” Masayoshi remembered something suddenly and smacked Gotou in the chest open-palmed.

Gotou winced and rubbed the spot. “Would you stop hitting me?”

“You didn’t use a condom, Gotou-san!”

“Believe me, I know,” Gotou muttered. Masayoshi made a face at him, and Gotou put up his hands. “We’re out, don’t look at me like that. It was your turn to buy them.”

“No it’s not!” Masayoshi made to get out of the bed but Gotou grabbed him by the arm. “It’s your turn, Gotou-san, you shouldn’t be ashamed of it!” Masayoshi’s face was beet red, and Gotou tugged on his arm angrily.

“Ashamed? I’m not the one who flipped out about buying condoms in the first place!”

“I don’t flip out!”

“Yeah, let me go back and ask the you of three weeks ago who decided hiding in the bathroom was preferable over losing the coin toss to go buy more.”

“I wasn’t hiding,” Masayoshi was indignant. “Heroes never hide in the bathroom, they face their challenges in life head-on!” Gotou raised an eyebrow at this. “Heroes also don’t buy condoms,” Masayoshi said. “They have people who do that for them.”

Gotou’s mouth didn’t even twitch. “So do heroes have people who buy their condoms for them because the one time they were sent to do it by themselves they came home with a box of curry-flavored ones and perhaps their partner tried to shove the entire box down their throat?”

Masayoshi looked ambivalent. “Maybe.”

Gotou sighed and released Masayoshi’s arm. “I give up,” he said, and then he laughed. “I missed you, Masayoshi.”

“Yeah,” Masayoshi said, and smiled back. “I missed you too!”