At least not your eyes [Oneshot]

[h_itoshi]

Title: At least not your eyes
Fandom: Kis-My-Ft2
Pairing(s): Fujigaya/Kitayama
Rating: R
Wordcount: 820
Warnings: Angst
Notes: So I'm not-so-secretly a fujikita fangirl. But it's my first time writing them because normally I just threaten with it haha.

Kitayama sighs at how beautiful Fujigaya looks beneath him, spread out on Kitayama's bed, dark silken ribbons tying his hands to the headboard. His tanned skin seems to glow in the dim light, chest heaving with ragged breaths, and Kitayama can't help but run his hands up his sides. Fujigaya gasps at the touch, swallowing, and Kitayama presses his lips to Fujigaya's Adam's apple, following its movement and tasting salty sweat and tangy cologne. Kitayama relishes in it as if it were the most enchanting taste in the world, and to him it is, anything that is Fujigaya is.

He's more turned on than he can remember ever being, nosing at the line of purple marks he's left along Fujigaya's throat, breathing in the scent of him and lets his moan slip out without trying to stop it. Fujigaya's hips snap against his at the sound and Kitayama moans louder, moans at how hard Fujigaya is and how good it feels, at how much he wants this.

He gives one last warm kiss to Fujigaya's throat, thinking that he'll never tire of kissing his skin, before reaching for the lubrication with a shaky hand. Fujigaya squirms and his hands flex when Kitayama carelessly pours the substance onto his fingers, some dripping down on Fujigaya's stomach and it makes him shiver, cool against his hot skin.

Kitayama doesn't even take the time to let the lube warm a little on his fingers before pushing the first one inside of himself, jerking at the temperature, but he's too impatient to wait. He would have wanted Fujigaya to do this, would do anything for his fingers instead. But he looks so beautiful where he is, wrists restrained and dark hair spread over the pillow around his head as he shifts and arches, and Kitayama can feel his eyes on him.

Kitayama presses a second finger inside, more than ready for it, and shudders as his own touch makes him arch. He feels Fujigaya's cock twitch against his inner thigh, leaving a wet smear of precome on his skin, and it makes him push in a third finger a little too soon. He moans at the stretch of it, the burn that's so good, and he manages to push his fingers in deep enough to get to where he wants them, letting out a whimper as his eyes fall closed on pleasure.

Fujigaya moans, impatient, and Kitayama wants to smile but he's too aroused to do anything but try to breathe.

Fujigaya's cock feels so good inside him without any barriers, pressing at just the right places, filling him up like no one's ever done before, and Kitayama can't control the sounds coming out of him, laying a hand against Fujigaya's chest to steady himself.

His breathing is harsh and loud, Fujigaya's more breathy and soft, matching together in a strangely erotic way, and Kitayama rakes his nails down Fujigaya's side to make him louder.

Kitayama just wants it to continue, wants Fujigaya to fuck him until he can't think a single thing anymore, but he's too close, it's all too much and too good, and as soon as he wraps a hand around himself, he knows he won't last.

"Mitsu..." Fujigaya breathes, and that's it for him, Fujigaya's voice saying his name setting every nerve in his body on fire, and he comes so hard his release spurts almost all the way up Fujigaya's chest.

Kitayama keeps his eyes closed when his orgasm has passed, keeps them closed until his breathing calms a little, swallowing hard to try and regain it faster. A drop of sweat drips from his bangs and he squeezes his eyes shut harder, doesn't want to look.

He gently pulls his fingers free from where he's still contracting around them, and sets his hand down to steady himself, opening his eyes to the mess on his sheets and his arms and thighs shake a little from the effort of holding him up.

He sighs and lies down on the side of the bed that's not sticky with his own release, running a hand through his hair and feels his sweaty bangs start to cool, his breathing slowing down to normal, and the familiar guilt starts to nag at him.

He takes a deep breath, smelling Fujigaya's cologne on his sheets since he really is horrible enough to have bought a bottle of it just to have him close in any way. He knows how wrong it is, has tried to avoid thinking of Fujigaya when touching himself, but he was too weak to maintain it, figuring if he could at least have this, everything else wouldn't be so hard.

But it still is. He whines at how pathetic he is, and rolls over to press his face into the pillow that smells like Fujigaya, and thinks that at least he still has the decency to never imagine Fujigaya's eyes.

Comments

[orangegreenlove.livejournal.com]

Aw, Mitsu. Poor pet.

Hot though! Awesome XD

[h-itoshi.livejournal.com]

A little :(
Thank you :D