(I'm only to episode 20 as of now, so bear with me if I fail miserably -_- And by the way, THANK YOU for requesting this pairing)
Matsuda knows, somewhere deep inside, that everything about this moment, these motions, and the fine layer of sweat beading on his forehead is wrong. But also, for the first time in his life, the sweat and the pleasure and the reckless abandon are enough to wash away all thought and self-consciousness.For the first time in his life, he doesn’t care.
He was always wary of the communal showers in this building… only thin stalls, much like the ones housing the toilets, separated him from the other, rapidly decreasing members of the investigation. But here, now, at three in the morning, the other stalls are unoccupied, and the only person near them is the security camera whose eye he can feel piercing him from above, making him feel dreadfully exposed in his nakedness. Ryuuzaki was never considerate when it came to the placing of those cameras. Ryuuzaki was adamant in making sure there wasn’t an ounce of privacy.
Of course, that professional, thorough Ryuuzaki is nothing like the one here with him now, his back pressed against the damp wall, his wet ebony hair plastered in a fringe to his forehead. His breath comes in low, short gasps, and Matsuda knows that just being in so close proximity to that lean, pale body is a feat in itself, especially when he’s the one who’s managed to make Ryuuzaki gasp like that, shake like that, sweat like that with his desperate arousal evident between his legs, his pale skin flushed to a delicate shade of pink like strawberry ice cream.
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L/Matsuda shower sex part 1
Date: 2008-01-10 08:34 pm (UTC)Matsuda knows, somewhere deep inside, that everything about this moment, these motions, and the fine layer of sweat beading on his forehead is wrong. But also, for the first time in his life, the sweat and the pleasure and the reckless abandon are enough to wash away all thought and self-consciousness.For the first time in his life, he doesn’t care.
He was always wary of the communal showers in this building… only thin stalls, much like the ones housing the toilets, separated him from the other, rapidly decreasing members of the investigation. But here, now, at three in the morning, the other stalls are unoccupied, and the only person near them is the security camera whose eye he can feel piercing him from above, making him feel dreadfully exposed in his nakedness. Ryuuzaki was never considerate when it came to the placing of those cameras. Ryuuzaki was adamant in making sure there wasn’t an ounce of privacy.
Of course, that professional, thorough Ryuuzaki is nothing like the one here with him now, his back pressed against the damp wall, his wet ebony hair plastered in a fringe to his forehead. His breath comes in low, short gasps, and Matsuda knows that just being in so close proximity to that lean, pale body is a feat in itself, especially when he’s the one who’s managed to make Ryuuzaki gasp like that, shake like that, sweat like that with his desperate arousal evident between his legs, his pale skin flushed to a delicate shade of pink like strawberry ice cream.
(to be continued)