I know I will be on the path you walk ever forward and never back;
I know you need water
(I learn fast as a rattlesnake).
In the dirt where I grow and yield to the love you have;
where sand and quartz shift light
and everywhere tiny fragment(more)s are lost
I rattle and sparkle,
cinder and shake.
Evolving without trying
I can flip under to top up
and reach a place where no man or woman is defined,
where the dead read faster than our morality ascends.
So steal me away
and drop me in a well.
I will desire nothing but brick and water
until I fall up
and into you.
Goto hated to admit it, but Masayoshi was way better at all this relationship stuff than he was. Despite his bravado, he barely had any more experience than Masayoshi did. He had only kissed Her once, furtively on her front steps, just a quick press of lips and nothing(more) more before She had smiled and blushed and disappeared into her house. Less than a week later, She was gone.
So, for the most part, Goto and Masayoshi had to learn together. There had been a lot of nervousness and awkward staring at first, and then once they got up the nerve they'd moved on to accidentally bumping noses and foreheads. It was awful and frustrating, but it was worth it once they finally got it right.
The thing that Goto hadn't considered was that Masayoshi was quick, coordinated, and surprisingly clever. He must have noticed those qualities when Masayoshi was out saving the world as Samurai Flamenco, but he hadn't thought they would translate so well to non-hero-related pursuits. Then again, this was Masayoshi, so he probably considered this to be just as hero-related as everything else in his life.
So that was how, in an astonishingly short period of time, they went from embarrassed glances to Goto lying on his back, head pressed into the wall, legs hiked over Masayoshi's shoulders, and Masayoshi driving into him, one hand pressed into the mattress at Goto's side, the other wrapped around Goto's cock. A bead of sweat dripped off the end of Masayoshi's nose and he leaned down to lick it off Goto's cheek; the slight change in angle made Goto squeeze his eyes shut and hiss out Masayoshi's name.
"Love you," Masayoshi breathed, eyelashes fluttering against Goto's face, and for once Goto was grateful for Masayoshi's reckless determination.(less)