There was something about his voice.
Gotou kissed the back of Masayoshi’s neck, felt him shudder as he shifted, the noise escaping in a low moan. It was insane to him how much Masayoshi loved being wrecked, and maybe he’d encouraged that just a little, but Masayoshi would do anything, anything that Gotou asked of him. For a while he’d pushed, trying to find the boundary, to see how far Masayoshi would go, where he’d draw the line - but he never ever seemed to. Masayoshi would give Gotou everything, and never ask a thing in return.
Masayoshi writhed against him, hips stuttering slightly as Gotou moved, pressing as deep as he could get while Masayoshi moaned broken syllables into his forearm. He was deep, really deep, and Masayoshi twitched, his entire being seemingly focused on sucking Gotou deeper still. “God,” Gotou breathed, one hand wrapped around Masayoshi’s chest, the other bracing himself up still against the mattress.
He never would have thought they would become this; pressed together in the wreck of his bed, Masayoshi gasping a steady litany of no-no-no-FUCK so good’s as Gotou raised his hips and felt Masayoshi’s body slip forward slightly, releasing him with protest. When they’d started there would be flailing limbs, and he’d been kicked in the head more than once, Masayoshi’s face flaming red and embarrassed; it had taken time, and practice, plenty of practice.
Masayoshi pushed his hips back whining now that he was empty, lube and overspill leaking from his stretched hole, his face still buried in his arms, ears burning red. “More,” he gasped. “Gotou-san, more.” Gotou gripped his shoulder and rolled him over, and Masayoshi put up no resistance, flopping onto his back, chest heaving.
He was filthy and debauched, sweat streaked down his face, stomach covered in splatters of his own come, legs cocked open wide. Gotou stared at him, and Masayoshi covered his eyes with one arm, head tilted back and face burning. He let out another noise, ragged and broken, as Gotou stroked his cock, squeezing out more fluid from its drooling head. “'yoshi,” Gotou breathed, losing syllables himself, overwhelmed by heat and friction. He pressed the head of his own cock against Masayoshi, feeling him open again, sucking Gotou inside as if he’d never left.
Gotou pressed his hand over Masayoshi’s stomach, pushing down. “I wonder how deep I can go,” he said, his voice catching as Masayoshi sobbed aloud, hand flailing for his arm. “If I can feel myself through you.”
“S-stop,” Masayoshi gasped, entire body locked tight. “Stop pushing, stop, Gotou-san, no-”
“Come for me again,” Gotou breathed, hand relentless on Masayoshi’s cock, squeezing it hard, stroking fast. “You get so tight, when you come, it feels like you’re trying to break me off inside you-”
“No,” Masayoshi’s hand on his wrist felt like solid steel. His head had flopped back, Gotou couldn’t see his eyes any longer. “No nononono-”
Gotou could fall into that shuddering noise Masayoshi made; a long gasp as he came again, not nearly as much this time, the sticky warmth spurting between Gotou’s fingers and patterning across Masayoshi’s sweat-slick stomach. Masayoshi’s chest heaved, he kept keening, a strangled, broken noise as Gotou released him, shifted both hands to his thighs and pressed his legs back against his chest.
“Gotou-san,” Masayoshi moaned, as he kept going, pushed in as far as he could take it, Masayoshi’s body twitching around him, still shaking from the aftereffects of orgasm. “Open me up, deeper, deeper-”
Masayoshi had no idea how debased he was, how much his voice affected Gotou – or maybe he did, as his head came up, eyes hazy but still intent on Gotou, watching him. “Inside me,” Masayoshi said, breathless and broken, as if Gotou had any intention of pulling out. “Put it all inside me, Gotou-sa-ah-n!”
It was Masayoshi who moaned when Gotou came; his jaw clenched and eyes squeezed shut. Masayoshi made a noise all low and excited, his legs tucked now on either side of Gotou’s hips, back arched off the bed.
Gotou pressed both his palms into the mattress on either side of Masayoshi’s head, staring into his face, awed slightly by the reflected pleasure. “So good,” Masayoshi murmured, eyes mostly closed, panting open mouthed. “So good.”
He would do anything, anything to hear such satisfaction in Masayoshi’s voice – and the thought unsettled him just a little. Gotou pushed aside his worry, leaned forward and claimed a kiss, breathless and exhausted in the best way. Masayoshi was thoroughly his.
“We need to break in the bed,” Masayoshi said with a straight face, just as Gotou was taking a bite of food. He inhaled when he should have exhaled, and the ramen noodles almost ended up in his lungs. Masayoshi watched him choke and cough for a moment, then took a bite of his own noodles, slurping them up and waiting patiently for Gotou to rediscover oxygen. “You all right?” he asked, when Gotou started wheezing.
“Don’t say shit like that when I’m eating,” Gotou said weakly, and took a long swig of beer from the can.
“We do, though,” Masayoshi said, rocking in place. They were seated on the floor opposite each other, backs to the cabinets in the kitchen. They barely had any furniture yet in the new apartment, most of it was set to be delivered in the next few days, now that they had officially moved in to their new apartment. In fact, this was their first night in, as evidenced by the instant ramen they were eating, since neither of them had figured out what box held their dishes yet.
The only furniture that had already been delivered was the bed – a king-sized one, already assembled. They hadn’t dug out sheets yet, and Gotou made the observation that he wasn’t even sure they’d purchased sheets to fit on the new mattress yet, which was going to make the evening interesting enough as it was. “We’ve been moving crap all day, Masayoshi,” Gotou said. “Aren’t you tired out yet?”
Masayoshi slid across the tile on his knees and set the empty ramen cup on the counter above Gotou, kneeling between Gotou’s spread legs. Gotou sighed, amused, as he surrendered his own mostly empty cup and chopsticks as well, for Masayoshi to set on the counter, before tilting Gotou’s face up with both hands to kiss him. “Does this answer your question?” Masayoshi asked lightly, and Gotou set his hands on Masayoshi’s hips. “Besides, didn’t we promise, when we got the new bed, the first thing we’d do was fuck on it?”
Gotou groaned a little, and Masayoshi kissed him again. “Why is it whenever you say something like that it sounds a million times dirtier coming from you?” Gotou said, and Masayoshi gave a little half-shrug.
“Bed?” Masayoshi suggested coyly.
“Shower first,” Gotou said. “We’re both really gross.” Masayoshi brightened, and then Gotou kissed his nose. “Separate showers, Masayoshi.”
“Spoilsport,” Masayoshi pouted.
The bathroom was bigger, too – everything in the apartment was bigger, it was built more for a family than a single couple, but Gotou had moved past the stage where he was worried about that and was instead enjoying the luxury. He’d made Masayoshi shower first, because if he hadn’t he would have been pounced the moment he was out of the bathroom, much like he was now. He’d barely made it back into the bedroom, towel cinched around his waist before Masayoshi jumped him wearing only a pair of underwear. He fell back onto the bed, just enough time to notice that Masayoshi had dug some of the old sheets out so they weren’t directly on the mattress cover itself, before Masayoshi started kissing him senseless.
Gotou braced his hands on Masayoshi’s chest. “Slow down,” he said, gasping a little, and Masayoshi wet his lips, hair still damp and hanging clumped around his head.
“Why?” Masayoshi asked, sitting back on his knees. He rested his weight all on Gotou’s pelvis, and then thoughtfully ground down. Gotou hissed a breath out between his teeth, and gripped Masayoshi’s thigh with one hand. “We’re gonna have lots of sex on this bed, Gotou-san, tonight I just wanna fuck.”
“Shit,” Gotou said, and covered his eyes with one hand. “Stop saying stuff like that, goddammit, Masayoshi.”
He’d already tugged the towel off of Gotou’s hips. Masayoshi leaned down and kissed Gotou deeply, and then pivoted, so his back was to Gotou, one hand resting so that it framed his wakening erection. “What are you doing?” Gotou asked as he watched Masayoshi arrange himself, stroking his hand up and down Gotou’s cock.
“I prepped myself while you were in the bath,” Masayoshi said, and then glanced back at Gotou, a wicked glint in his eye.
“Y-you-” Gotou said, the thought of Masayoshi kneeling on the bed, fingers in his ass as he stretched himself making Gotou loll his head back. “Dammit, ‘yoshi….”
Masayoshi shifted his weight, clearly considering getting off of Gotou to remove his underwear, before giving a little shrugging motion and tugging it aside. Gotou watched, eyebrows in his hairline, as Masayoshi slid over him, holding his cock with one hand and his underwear aside with the other. Masayoshi exhaled, making a strangely satisfied noise – still a little pained, but Gotou himself winced a little, Masayoshi was tight, as he sank down upon Gotou. “Gotou-san,” Masayoshi sighed, content, as he settled all the way down.
“I thought you weren’t calling me that anymore,” Gotou teased lightly, and Masayoshi jerked a little, and then glanced back over his shoulder again, blue-grey eye narrowed. He raised himself slightly, unsteadily, and then sank slowly back down, rolling his hips as he did so.
They’d had plenty of practice at this by now, but still Gotou was quietly amazed, watching Masayoshi move, the muscles in his back tensing and relaxing as he shifted, grinding down on Gotou’s lap. He moved so fluidly, keeping Gotou as deep as he could, and Gotou gripped his hips, fucking up as Masayoshi ground down.
It was really good, and Gotou knew it wasn’t going to last. He dug his fingers into Masayoshi’s hips, pulling him down, keeping him locked tight against Gotou as he shuddered, emptying himself deep into Masayoshi. Masayoshi broke his grip once he stopped coming and resumed fucking himself on Gotou, groaning with every sloppy sounding thrust. He slid off of Gotou and turned, yanking his underwear off in one swift motion, cock still hard. “Suck me?” he asked, crawling up Gotou’s body.
“You are insatiable, aren’t you?” Gotou said, as Masayoshi straddled his shoulders, pressing the head of his cock against Gotou’s lips.
“Please?” Masayoshi murmured, one hand on the mattress beside Gotou’s head, the other stroking himself slowly. “Hidenori?”
“Fuck,” Gotou murmured, and opened his mouth.
“I’m going to need another shower,” Gotou said tiredly, brushing a hand through his sweat-soaked hair. “You came all over my face, again.”
“Mm,” Masayoshi said, his face nestled against Gotou’s neck. He’d stretched himself out along his body, naked and warm. “It looks good on you.”
“I’ll take your word for it,” Gotou said, and kissed the top of his head. “Don’t go to sleep, we should change the sheets before bed. Don’t want to stain the mattress.”
“Couple more minutes,” Masayoshi said.
Gotou sighed, and smiled at the ceiling. “Sure thing,” he said, and closed his eyes.
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