Gotou should have expected this from the moment he'd received the text message and yet still he was surprised when Masayoshi slammed him back against the wall in the entrance hall of his apartment. Gotou went with an oof, the plastic bag of shitty junk food he'd brought falling(more) forgotten to the ground, but it was the last item of concern as Masayoshi kept him there against the wall, breathing heavily and eyes wild.
"Let me /go/," Gotou snarled, pushing back against Masayoshi's grip. There was something else hiding in Masayoshi's expression that he instantly recognized; the flush across the bridge of his nose, the faint sheen of sweat in his hair - and he shoved at Masayoshi with both hands, disguising the heartbeat of panic with volume. "I'm serious, Masayoshi!"
The moment that they stared at each other felt like it spanned centuries; but then Masayoshi let out a soft sigh and moved in close. Gotou braced himself but instead of the kiss he expected Masayoshi laid his forehead against Gotou's shoulder and let out a small, choked laugh.
"I don't understand, Gotou-san," Masayoshi said, his voice muffled by Gotou's collared shirt. "Why do I feel like I'm going to lose control every time I look at you?"
Gotou swallowed hard, risked putting his arms over Masayoshi's shoulders. "I shouldn't have come," he said, thinking about his hesitation already when he saw the text; his heat was on the downswing and the suppressants were supposed to take care of the rest... and, yet. "I'm sorry," Gotou said, finally. "I'll go."
Masayoshi didn't lift his head, though he slid it somewhat so his breath ghosted hot over Gotou's exposed neck when he spoke. "I've already missed seeing you all week," there was a familiar whine to Masayoshi's voice. "Please, stay."(less)