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Sometimes the only warning Gotou got was the creaking of the couch.

He didn't even have time to look around, as a solid weight collided with his back and side, heavy enough to make him stagger to one side but not fall. "Got you!" Keiko crowed, faded ol(more)
Gotou barely lifted his hand from over his mouth, eyes squeezed  closed and red to the tips of his ears. "Please," he said through gritted teeth. "Don't try to talk with your mouth FULL, Masayoshi!"

Masayoshi lifted his head slowly, Gotou's cock slipping from his mouth with a wet,(more)
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)
Gotou Hidenori was not the sort of person to get easily distracted. He was used to managing his time, seated in the comfortable bucket seat of the pilot's station, reading over star maps and plotting the best routes that would steer him clear of any sort of trouble; surrounded(more)
Masayoshi caught him by accident once, looking- the light was dim in the apartment, cast almost entirely from the television on its stand. For some reason Gotou thought that was enough, that its reflection on their skin wouldn't betray him when his attention shifted from the episode to the(more)
Gotou greeted Masayoshi at the door with an exhausted, exasperated expression. "Guess which one is yours," he said by way of greeting.

Masanori sat against Gotou's hip, face tucked in to Gotou's chest and chewing sleepily on one end of the superhero cape that was safety-pinned to his(more)
"Are you building a model kit?" Gotou said as he put down the plastic convenience store bag beside Masayoshi. "The entire apartment stinks like glue again."

"No," Masayoshi said, eyes very nearly crossed as he focused on the model in his hand, paintbrush in his teeth.

"Yeah(more)
Masayoshi was not technically supposed to have a key to the apartment. He didn't actually live there, of course - he still lived in a hotel room that he was spending increasingly less time in, but that didn't change the fact that he wasn't supposed to let himself in(more)
Panic is more bitter than tobacco, and the taste of it was still on his tongue as his breath dragged ragged from his lungs. He'd meant to yell immediately - to lash out, to do something but exhaustion made his words falter. Masayoshi stared down at him, expression gone(more)
Masayoshi was too far away for him to get to - he had other things to do, to worry about - but Masayoshi was too far away and it struck him like a physical thing, a shard of ice lodged in his chest. Focus on getting the civilians away,(more)
Masayoshi made the best noises when Gotou took him to pieces. It was hard to decide which noise was his favorite - the short little cut-off whines, the heavy breaths panted through an open mouth, the low groan when Gotou slid his hand up the outside of Masayoshi's thigh(more)
Masayoshi straddled Gotou's chest, eyes wide open in surprise, one hand in the grass beside his head. He clearly had not expected them to hit the ground, and never mind ending up in this position. Gotou wheezed, the wind knocked out of him - and when he looked up(more)
"I'm sorry I keep dragging you to these things," Masayoshi said as he leaned against the bar. Gotou was facing out, elbow resting on the polished surface, so he had seen Masayoshi's approach. He knocked back the last of his whiskey and sighed a bit in satisfaction at the(more)
"You know," Gotou said, head on his arm, Masayoshi sprawled across his chest half-asleep. "The whole point of going to the beach was, you know, actually going outside to the /beach/."

Masayoshi didn't raise his head but made an amused noise into Gotou's skin, breath warm and familiar.(more)
For a moment the only sound in the small apartment was the steady pant of heaving breaths. Gotou had his arm back up and over his eyes, cheeks flushed red, head mostly off the pillow. His other hand had been planted on Masayoshi's head, but that had since slid(more)