Masayoshi sighed with some aggravation, as for the third time in the last twenty minutes Gotou threaded his arms through Masayoshi's and settled his head on Masayoshi's shoulder. "I'm trying to cook dinner," Masayoshi informed him, as Gotou nuzzled the junction of neck and shoulder, inhaling deeply.
"Not(more) hungry for that," Gotou rumbled. He nibbled lightly on Masayoshi's neck, and Masayoshi tilted his head away, ears flushed red but determined to ignore Gotou's advances.
"You're just horny because the full moon's tonight," Masayoshi complained. If his hands weren't full he would shove Gotou's face away. Or maybe he wouldn't, because Gotou was a little stingy with this sort of attention except when the moon grew fat in the sky.
"You're always horny," Gotou murmured against his skin, once again nibbling at the bit of flesh that peeked from the collar of Masayoshi's shirt. "C'mon, you smell REALLY good tonight, please...."
If his ears weren't red before, now they were on fire. "I smell exactly the same as always," Masayoshi said indignantly, but he was reaching to turn off the burner.
"No," Gotou said, sliding his hands into the waistband of Masayoshi's pants. "You're turned on, now."
"How could I not be," Masayoshi muttered, leaning back against Gotou's chest, feeling Gotou's arms tighten around him. It should be frightening, to think that Gotou could get light this, consumed with lust ... that in a few hours he would be even more a predator, capable of tearing out Masayoshi's throat in an eyeblink ... but he felt relaxed and comfortable, certain in his knowledge that Gotou would never, ever harm him.
"Please?" Gotou asked again, kissing the back of his neck now, hand in Masayoshi's underwear, around him, stroking.
"Like I'd say no," Masayoshi said, and groaned.(less)