Gift fic for arashijun! (2 of 2)
Part 1
~~~
“Hey, Gaya?” Senga asked, tilting her head cutely.
“What is it, Ken... Kae-chan?” Fujigaya replied as he sat down on the couch next to her. He reached over and ruffled her silly, permed hair. The more things changed, the more they stayed the same.
Senga cuddled up to him and Fujigaya hugged her without thinking. “Do me a favour, senpai?”
“If I can.”
“When you get back home to your world, help my other self? I'm sure he's in love with Kitamitsu too. It's just not right that he has to be unhappy. Please fix it.”
Fujigaya looked down into Senga's wide, earnest eyes and found himself agreeing before his brain had really caught up. He didn't mind helping Senga out and playing Cupid, but in this case that meant meddling in Kitayama's love life, which was pretty high on the list of things he didn't want to know about. “I'll do what I can,” he promised.
“Thank you!” Senga threw her arms around him and hugged him tight, squeezing the air out of him. Then she jumped up and ran after Nikaido. “Wait up, Nika-chan.”
Fujigaya shook his head fondly at the sound of Nikaido and Senga squabbling in the hallway - idiot kouhai really were the same everywhere. He looked up to see Yokoo standing there, looking at him with an unreadable expression on her face.
“I've made an appointment with your favourite hairdresser,” Yokoo declared. “It's this afternoon and we are leaving now.” Her voice allowed no argument, so Fujigaya grabbed his coat and followed her to her car.
“My hair is already so short,” Fujigaya grumbled while Yokoo drove, “it really doesn't need to be any shorter.”
“Wait and see,” Yokoo replied, clearly not intending to say any more on the topic. Fujigaya huffed but stayed silent. Pressing Yokoo for answers never did any good.
~~~
Fujigaya closed the dressing room door behind herself and marched up to the couch and a sleeping Kitayama. One of Kitayama's eyes was still swollen shut from her punch two days ago. She shoved at his shoulder. “Mitsu, wake up.”
“What,” he grumbled blearily.
“I wanted to apologize,” Fujigaya said, not looking at him. “I shouldn't have hit your face, no matter how much of an ass you were.”
Yawning, Kitayama sat up. “You woke me for that?” he stretched. “It's okay, I shouldn't have made fun of your boobs. I mean, breasts. It's just...” he scratched his head awkwardly, “it's a bit hard to get used to you being a girl and all.”
“That's why I'm talking to you now,” Fujigaya huffed. “Miyacchi is right, weird things like this usually happen for a reason. But the only thing I can find that needs fixing is Ken-chan.” She shook her head at Kitayama's guarded look. “You know he's in love with you, don't you? And I've seen how you look at him, don't try to deny it. So why?”
“Look, Gaya-” Kitayama began, but she cut him off.
“Is it because you are both guys in this world?”
“No,” Kitayama replied. “And it's none of your business, but Senga's too young. He's the only one who calls me leader sometimes.”
“You don't want to take advantage of him?” Fujigaya finished for him. “He's not a virgin, you know. Just talk to him, he's more grown up than you think.” She huffed in annoyance. “Ugh, why do I have to fix your love life?”
Kitayama smirked. “'Cause it's all about me, why else?”
~~~
Fujigaya stared at himself in the mirror. With the extensions, his hair reached past his shoulders, falling in soft waves. “Watta,” he breathed, “thank you.” He had always wanted hair like this, had never quite dared to let his hair grow this long, and with all those drama haircuts recently he'd given up on any hope of ever looking like this.
Yokoo leaned down and kissed his cheek. “You are very welcome,” she replied. “Come on, we need to get back to work.”
Almost glowing with happiness, Fujigaya followed her to her car. All the way back to to work, he kept looking at himself in the mirror - he knew he wouldn't be able to keep this hair for long, once he got home he'd have to get rid of the extensions soon enough, but that didn't really matter. For now, he could enjoy his hair in all its glossy glory.
Following Yokoo into the practice room that had started it all, Fujigaya said, “But I don't know how I got here. I have no idea what to do to get back.”
Yokoo grinned, flashing her fangs. “Takara wanted short hair and I'm sure she used the first opportunity to cut it. You wanted long hair. Now that you've both got what you desired, perhaps you'll just switch back.” When Fujigaya looked doubtful, she grabbed him and kissed him breathless. “Goodbye, Taisuke,” she told him. “Don't forget what you promised Kae-chan.” Then she shoved him towards the mirror.
~~~
When Fujigaya turned her head, she found that the mirror was glowing, beckoning her. “Watta,” she said, turning back to Yokoo, “I've got to go.”
Yokoo pulled her into his arms, kissed her breathless. “Goodbye, Takara.”
Fujigaya stepped towards the mirror and the glow intensified. She reached out her hand to touch the glass. The next moment she found herself falling, the whole world pink and swirling around her, a curious ringing noise in her ears, like a doorbell but not, like air chimes in a summer evening, tiny bells pealing behind her eyes as she fell through the swirling colours.
~~~
The mirror practically spit him out, the glow fading all at once. Fujigaya stumbled and fell against Yokoo, who pulled him into a hug. “You are back.”
Fujigaya brushed his long, wavy hair out of his eyes and grinned up at his boyfriend. “I guess I am.”
~~~
Senga took a deep breath. Fujigaya had said it would be alright and he trusted her. He glanced around again. The dressing room was still empty, except for Kitayama, who was sitting on the couch and reading a magazine. Taking all his courage together, he marched over to the couch, climbed into Kitayama's lap and announced. “I like you.” He grabbed Kitayama's head and kissed him, not giving him any time to argue. After a moment of shock, Kitayama kissed back, his tongue chasing Senga's around his mouth.
When they finally broke for air, Kitayama's hands had somehow found their way to Senga's ass. Senga licked his lips, nervous. “I-”
“I like you too,” Kitayama interrupted him. “I've been stupid to make you wait this long.”
Senga shook his head. “I'm glad,” he said, a bit teary, “so glad.” He crushed his lips to Kitayama's again, kissing him with all his heart.
Which was the exact moment the door opened. “Oh for fucks sake, get a room,” Fujigaya yelled. The door slammed shut and they could hear Fujigaya's voice outside the door saying, “They figured it out on their own. Lets go home, Watta.”
Senga giggled. “Sounds like Gaya was trying to help us.”
Not taking his hands off Senga's ass, Kitayama replied, “Guess so. Gaya-girl already lectured me, I'm just as glad not to have this convo with him.” He squeezed Senga's ass. “Want to come home with me, Kento?”
“Yes,” Senga replied, throwing his arms around Kitayama's neck.
~~~
Kitayama pulled his shirt over his head and flopped down on his bed. He grinned up at Senga. “Anytime you want to join me.”
After kicking off his jeans, Senga jumped into Kitayama's bed clad in only his boxers. Bracing himself above Kitayama, he said, “Do you know how long I've wanted this?”
“Don't tell me,” Kitayama replied with a chuckle, “you are twenty two now and here, that's what matters. I don't want to know if my underaged kouhai were lusting after me.” He pulled Senga down into a kiss. Senga kissed back enthusiastically, his tongue meeting Kitayama's in a slick dance. Their hands wandered, exploring each other's body.
Senga drew back. “Mitsu?” he asked, already panting for breath.
“Mh?” Kitayama blinked up at him, apparently entirely content to stay flat on his back and let Senga do all the work.
“Blow me? Please, leader.”
“Don't call me leader,” Kitayama replied. “You don't want to fuck me?”
Senga swallowed hard at the offer, but... “I've been dreaming of your lips around my dick since I first learned what a blowjob was,” he admitted.
That was enough to get Kitayama to sit up. “Seriously?” he asked incredulously. “Damn. You should've said something years ago.” He pushed Senga down. “You can go more than once, right?”
“Yeah,” Senga breathed, “definitely.”
Kitayama pulled Senga's boxers off and eyed his dick for a moment. Then he sucked Senga's erection into his mouth, holding Senga's hips down with both hands to keep him from thrusting up. Senga twisted his fingers in the sheets and tried not to moan loudly enough to bring the house down as Kitayama's head bobbed up and down, blowing him with surprising expertise.
When Kitayama really applied himself, he had considerable skills. Senga fought to keep his eyes open so as not to miss any of it - Kitayama's plump, red lips, stretched wide around his cock looked so good, so much better than anything he could have imagined for himself. Senga wasn't even ashamed when he came after only a few minutes. He screamed Kitayama's name and came in great spurts over Kitayama's tongue.
Kitayama swallowed all of Senga's release, looking smug, not that Senga saw any of that. When Senga peeled his eyes back open after what seemed to be either years or seconds, he was greeted by a sight of Kitayama's naked ass. Kitayama had gotten rid of his pants and was now digging through the stuff in his bedside drawer, trying to find some condoms. A half-full bottle of lubricant was already clutched in his hand.
“Nice ass,” Senga commented, reaching out to touch it. Kitayama's ass was as firm and strong under his fingers as he'd imagined, the perfect ass.
Laughing, Kitayama flopped back down onto his back. He handed the bottle of lube to Senga and spread his legs. “You like my ass so much, you get it ready.” Raising an eyebrow at Senga, he asked, “You know how to do that, right?”
It was Senga's turn to laugh. “Yes,” he reassured Kitayama, “I've known how to do that since I was fifteen.”
Kitayama pulled a face. “Too much information, seriously.” He didn't want to imagine the cute, round-cheeked kid Senga had been back then having sex with anyone.
“Sorry, sorry,” Senga replied, soothing. He crawled to sit between Kitayama's legs and squeezed some lube onto his fingers. He let the lube warm up while he stared down at Kitayama, admiring Kitayama's short but strong body. He'd seen Kitayama naked plenty of times in the years they'd shared a dressing room, but this was the first time he was allowed to watch openly.
Kitayama raised his leg and Senga put it over his shoulder. “See something you like?”
“Yeah,” Senga replied. “Leader's hot.”
“Don't call me leader,” Kitayama grumbled. “Get on with it already.”
Senga drew a teasing finger down the length of Kitayama's dick, caressed his balls for a moment, then finally spread Kitayama's ass-cheeks wide and rubbed two lube-slick fingers across his hole. He carefully pressed the tip of one finger against Kitayama's hole, increasing the pressure until the tight ring of muscle gave way and his finger slipped inside.
“Hurry the fuck up,” Kitayama demanded impatiently.
“Yes, yes,” Senga replied, giggling. A grumpy, impatient Kitayama was surprisingly adorable. He pushed his finger in deeper and soon added a second one, twisting and turning them to hear Kitayama moan. By the time he added the third finger, Senga was hard again, more than ready to fuck Kitayama into next week. He curled his fingers, searching for Kitayama's prostate, but without much success.
“A bit more to the left,” Kitayama instructed and groaned when Senga finally found it. “Yeah, right there.”
Pushing his fingers in and out of Kitayama's ass, Senga asked, “Ready?”
“Fucking ready,” Kitayama growled. He ripped the condom packet open and rolled the condom down over Senga's hard cock, giving him a few more strokes than was strictly necessary. “Come on, make me scream, Ken-chan.”
Senga pulled his fingers free and lined himself up with Kitayama's hole. “Don't you have neighbours?”
“Who the fuck cares?”
As he pushed into Kitayama, Senga certainly couldn't have cared less about neighbours hearing them. For all he cared, all of Japan or even the whole world could have listened in and he wouldn't have been able to hold back even a single moan. Kitayama felt so good around his dick, hot and tight and all his dreams come true at once. “Mitsu,” he groaned, pausing with his dick only halfway inside. He didn't think he could move even one centimetre without embarrassing himself.
“Feels good,” Kitayama sighed, waiting patiently while Senga tried to hold himself together, or perhaps not so patiently. Kitayama wrapped a hand around his dick and stroked himself slowly, while looking at Senga with dark, hooded eyes.
Senga took a shuddering breath, then pushed in deeper. With two more slow, careful thrusts, he buried himself inside Kitayama up to the balls. “Okay, ready?” he asked.
“More ready than you, it seems,” Kitayama drawled.
Determined to prove himself to Kitayama, Senga drew back and slammed back in with force, getting a startled groan out of Kitayama.
“Fuck!” Kitayama gasped. “Do that again!”
More than happy to obey, Senga dug his knees in and proceeded to fuck Kitayama with deep, hard thrusts. Kitayama braced himself against the headboard, mouth open and eyes closed, giving a low, continuous moan interspersed with gasps of Senga's name.
Senga was holding Kitayama's hips in place with both hands, but now he unclenched one hand and grabbed Kitayama's dick, stroking him in time with his thrusts - he wouldn't be able to last long at all, so getting Kitayama off quickly was a priority. Kitayama was certainly worth looking at, spread out just for Senga's pleasure, head thrown back and hair tangled and messy.
Suddenly, Kitayama arched his back and came, his come splashing over Senga's hand and his own stomach in great spurts. He clenched tight enough to drag Senga over with him, who thrust in deep and came so hard he blacked out.
When Senga woke up in Kitayama's arms, he had no idea how much time had passed, but it couldn't have been more than a few minutes. He nuzzled Kitayama's shoulder, still hardly daring to believe this was real. “Only leader could fuck someone unconscious without moving a finger,” Senga said.
Kitayama laughed, a deep, full laugh, which Senga could feel vibrating against him where he was pressed close to Kitayama's chest. “Definitely should have done this years ago,” Kitayama conceded. He lifted his head and pressed a quick kiss to Senga's lips. “Don't wake me up unless you don't plan on dancing tomorrow.” With that, he fell asleep, his arm still curled tightly around Senga.
Senga stayed awake a while longer, enjoying Kitayama's warmth, Kitayama's deep, easy breathing, before falling asleep as well.
~~~
“Hey, Gaya?” Senga asked, tilting her head cutely.
“What is it, Ken... Kae-chan?” Fujigaya replied as he sat down on the couch next to her. He reached over and ruffled her silly, permed hair. The more things changed, the more they stayed the same.
Senga cuddled up to him and Fujigaya hugged her without thinking. “Do me a favour, senpai?”
“If I can.”
“When you get back home to your world, help my other self? I'm sure he's in love with Kitamitsu too. It's just not right that he has to be unhappy. Please fix it.”
Fujigaya looked down into Senga's wide, earnest eyes and found himself agreeing before his brain had really caught up. He didn't mind helping Senga out and playing Cupid, but in this case that meant meddling in Kitayama's love life, which was pretty high on the list of things he didn't want to know about. “I'll do what I can,” he promised.
“Thank you!” Senga threw her arms around him and hugged him tight, squeezing the air out of him. Then she jumped up and ran after Nikaido. “Wait up, Nika-chan.”
Fujigaya shook his head fondly at the sound of Nikaido and Senga squabbling in the hallway - idiot kouhai really were the same everywhere. He looked up to see Yokoo standing there, looking at him with an unreadable expression on her face.
“I've made an appointment with your favourite hairdresser,” Yokoo declared. “It's this afternoon and we are leaving now.” Her voice allowed no argument, so Fujigaya grabbed his coat and followed her to her car.
“My hair is already so short,” Fujigaya grumbled while Yokoo drove, “it really doesn't need to be any shorter.”
“Wait and see,” Yokoo replied, clearly not intending to say any more on the topic. Fujigaya huffed but stayed silent. Pressing Yokoo for answers never did any good.
~~~
Fujigaya closed the dressing room door behind herself and marched up to the couch and a sleeping Kitayama. One of Kitayama's eyes was still swollen shut from her punch two days ago. She shoved at his shoulder. “Mitsu, wake up.”
“What,” he grumbled blearily.
“I wanted to apologize,” Fujigaya said, not looking at him. “I shouldn't have hit your face, no matter how much of an ass you were.”
Yawning, Kitayama sat up. “You woke me for that?” he stretched. “It's okay, I shouldn't have made fun of your boobs. I mean, breasts. It's just...” he scratched his head awkwardly, “it's a bit hard to get used to you being a girl and all.”
“That's why I'm talking to you now,” Fujigaya huffed. “Miyacchi is right, weird things like this usually happen for a reason. But the only thing I can find that needs fixing is Ken-chan.” She shook her head at Kitayama's guarded look. “You know he's in love with you, don't you? And I've seen how you look at him, don't try to deny it. So why?”
“Look, Gaya-” Kitayama began, but she cut him off.
“Is it because you are both guys in this world?”
“No,” Kitayama replied. “And it's none of your business, but Senga's too young. He's the only one who calls me leader sometimes.”
“You don't want to take advantage of him?” Fujigaya finished for him. “He's not a virgin, you know. Just talk to him, he's more grown up than you think.” She huffed in annoyance. “Ugh, why do I have to fix your love life?”
Kitayama smirked. “'Cause it's all about me, why else?”
~~~
Fujigaya stared at himself in the mirror. With the extensions, his hair reached past his shoulders, falling in soft waves. “Watta,” he breathed, “thank you.” He had always wanted hair like this, had never quite dared to let his hair grow this long, and with all those drama haircuts recently he'd given up on any hope of ever looking like this.
Yokoo leaned down and kissed his cheek. “You are very welcome,” she replied. “Come on, we need to get back to work.”
Almost glowing with happiness, Fujigaya followed her to her car. All the way back to to work, he kept looking at himself in the mirror - he knew he wouldn't be able to keep this hair for long, once he got home he'd have to get rid of the extensions soon enough, but that didn't really matter. For now, he could enjoy his hair in all its glossy glory.
Following Yokoo into the practice room that had started it all, Fujigaya said, “But I don't know how I got here. I have no idea what to do to get back.”
Yokoo grinned, flashing her fangs. “Takara wanted short hair and I'm sure she used the first opportunity to cut it. You wanted long hair. Now that you've both got what you desired, perhaps you'll just switch back.” When Fujigaya looked doubtful, she grabbed him and kissed him breathless. “Goodbye, Taisuke,” she told him. “Don't forget what you promised Kae-chan.” Then she shoved him towards the mirror.
~~~
When Fujigaya turned her head, she found that the mirror was glowing, beckoning her. “Watta,” she said, turning back to Yokoo, “I've got to go.”
Yokoo pulled her into his arms, kissed her breathless. “Goodbye, Takara.”
Fujigaya stepped towards the mirror and the glow intensified. She reached out her hand to touch the glass. The next moment she found herself falling, the whole world pink and swirling around her, a curious ringing noise in her ears, like a doorbell but not, like air chimes in a summer evening, tiny bells pealing behind her eyes as she fell through the swirling colours.
~~~
The mirror practically spit him out, the glow fading all at once. Fujigaya stumbled and fell against Yokoo, who pulled him into a hug. “You are back.”
Fujigaya brushed his long, wavy hair out of his eyes and grinned up at his boyfriend. “I guess I am.”
~~~
Senga took a deep breath. Fujigaya had said it would be alright and he trusted her. He glanced around again. The dressing room was still empty, except for Kitayama, who was sitting on the couch and reading a magazine. Taking all his courage together, he marched over to the couch, climbed into Kitayama's lap and announced. “I like you.” He grabbed Kitayama's head and kissed him, not giving him any time to argue. After a moment of shock, Kitayama kissed back, his tongue chasing Senga's around his mouth.
When they finally broke for air, Kitayama's hands had somehow found their way to Senga's ass. Senga licked his lips, nervous. “I-”
“I like you too,” Kitayama interrupted him. “I've been stupid to make you wait this long.”
Senga shook his head. “I'm glad,” he said, a bit teary, “so glad.” He crushed his lips to Kitayama's again, kissing him with all his heart.
Which was the exact moment the door opened. “Oh for fucks sake, get a room,” Fujigaya yelled. The door slammed shut and they could hear Fujigaya's voice outside the door saying, “They figured it out on their own. Lets go home, Watta.”
Senga giggled. “Sounds like Gaya was trying to help us.”
Not taking his hands off Senga's ass, Kitayama replied, “Guess so. Gaya-girl already lectured me, I'm just as glad not to have this convo with him.” He squeezed Senga's ass. “Want to come home with me, Kento?”
“Yes,” Senga replied, throwing his arms around Kitayama's neck.
~~~
Kitayama pulled his shirt over his head and flopped down on his bed. He grinned up at Senga. “Anytime you want to join me.”
After kicking off his jeans, Senga jumped into Kitayama's bed clad in only his boxers. Bracing himself above Kitayama, he said, “Do you know how long I've wanted this?”
“Don't tell me,” Kitayama replied with a chuckle, “you are twenty two now and here, that's what matters. I don't want to know if my underaged kouhai were lusting after me.” He pulled Senga down into a kiss. Senga kissed back enthusiastically, his tongue meeting Kitayama's in a slick dance. Their hands wandered, exploring each other's body.
Senga drew back. “Mitsu?” he asked, already panting for breath.
“Mh?” Kitayama blinked up at him, apparently entirely content to stay flat on his back and let Senga do all the work.
“Blow me? Please, leader.”
“Don't call me leader,” Kitayama replied. “You don't want to fuck me?”
Senga swallowed hard at the offer, but... “I've been dreaming of your lips around my dick since I first learned what a blowjob was,” he admitted.
That was enough to get Kitayama to sit up. “Seriously?” he asked incredulously. “Damn. You should've said something years ago.” He pushed Senga down. “You can go more than once, right?”
“Yeah,” Senga breathed, “definitely.”
Kitayama pulled Senga's boxers off and eyed his dick for a moment. Then he sucked Senga's erection into his mouth, holding Senga's hips down with both hands to keep him from thrusting up. Senga twisted his fingers in the sheets and tried not to moan loudly enough to bring the house down as Kitayama's head bobbed up and down, blowing him with surprising expertise.
When Kitayama really applied himself, he had considerable skills. Senga fought to keep his eyes open so as not to miss any of it - Kitayama's plump, red lips, stretched wide around his cock looked so good, so much better than anything he could have imagined for himself. Senga wasn't even ashamed when he came after only a few minutes. He screamed Kitayama's name and came in great spurts over Kitayama's tongue.
Kitayama swallowed all of Senga's release, looking smug, not that Senga saw any of that. When Senga peeled his eyes back open after what seemed to be either years or seconds, he was greeted by a sight of Kitayama's naked ass. Kitayama had gotten rid of his pants and was now digging through the stuff in his bedside drawer, trying to find some condoms. A half-full bottle of lubricant was already clutched in his hand.
“Nice ass,” Senga commented, reaching out to touch it. Kitayama's ass was as firm and strong under his fingers as he'd imagined, the perfect ass.
Laughing, Kitayama flopped back down onto his back. He handed the bottle of lube to Senga and spread his legs. “You like my ass so much, you get it ready.” Raising an eyebrow at Senga, he asked, “You know how to do that, right?”
It was Senga's turn to laugh. “Yes,” he reassured Kitayama, “I've known how to do that since I was fifteen.”
Kitayama pulled a face. “Too much information, seriously.” He didn't want to imagine the cute, round-cheeked kid Senga had been back then having sex with anyone.
“Sorry, sorry,” Senga replied, soothing. He crawled to sit between Kitayama's legs and squeezed some lube onto his fingers. He let the lube warm up while he stared down at Kitayama, admiring Kitayama's short but strong body. He'd seen Kitayama naked plenty of times in the years they'd shared a dressing room, but this was the first time he was allowed to watch openly.
Kitayama raised his leg and Senga put it over his shoulder. “See something you like?”
“Yeah,” Senga replied. “Leader's hot.”
“Don't call me leader,” Kitayama grumbled. “Get on with it already.”
Senga drew a teasing finger down the length of Kitayama's dick, caressed his balls for a moment, then finally spread Kitayama's ass-cheeks wide and rubbed two lube-slick fingers across his hole. He carefully pressed the tip of one finger against Kitayama's hole, increasing the pressure until the tight ring of muscle gave way and his finger slipped inside.
“Hurry the fuck up,” Kitayama demanded impatiently.
“Yes, yes,” Senga replied, giggling. A grumpy, impatient Kitayama was surprisingly adorable. He pushed his finger in deeper and soon added a second one, twisting and turning them to hear Kitayama moan. By the time he added the third finger, Senga was hard again, more than ready to fuck Kitayama into next week. He curled his fingers, searching for Kitayama's prostate, but without much success.
“A bit more to the left,” Kitayama instructed and groaned when Senga finally found it. “Yeah, right there.”
Pushing his fingers in and out of Kitayama's ass, Senga asked, “Ready?”
“Fucking ready,” Kitayama growled. He ripped the condom packet open and rolled the condom down over Senga's hard cock, giving him a few more strokes than was strictly necessary. “Come on, make me scream, Ken-chan.”
Senga pulled his fingers free and lined himself up with Kitayama's hole. “Don't you have neighbours?”
“Who the fuck cares?”
As he pushed into Kitayama, Senga certainly couldn't have cared less about neighbours hearing them. For all he cared, all of Japan or even the whole world could have listened in and he wouldn't have been able to hold back even a single moan. Kitayama felt so good around his dick, hot and tight and all his dreams come true at once. “Mitsu,” he groaned, pausing with his dick only halfway inside. He didn't think he could move even one centimetre without embarrassing himself.
“Feels good,” Kitayama sighed, waiting patiently while Senga tried to hold himself together, or perhaps not so patiently. Kitayama wrapped a hand around his dick and stroked himself slowly, while looking at Senga with dark, hooded eyes.
Senga took a shuddering breath, then pushed in deeper. With two more slow, careful thrusts, he buried himself inside Kitayama up to the balls. “Okay, ready?” he asked.
“More ready than you, it seems,” Kitayama drawled.
Determined to prove himself to Kitayama, Senga drew back and slammed back in with force, getting a startled groan out of Kitayama.
“Fuck!” Kitayama gasped. “Do that again!”
More than happy to obey, Senga dug his knees in and proceeded to fuck Kitayama with deep, hard thrusts. Kitayama braced himself against the headboard, mouth open and eyes closed, giving a low, continuous moan interspersed with gasps of Senga's name.
Senga was holding Kitayama's hips in place with both hands, but now he unclenched one hand and grabbed Kitayama's dick, stroking him in time with his thrusts - he wouldn't be able to last long at all, so getting Kitayama off quickly was a priority. Kitayama was certainly worth looking at, spread out just for Senga's pleasure, head thrown back and hair tangled and messy.
Suddenly, Kitayama arched his back and came, his come splashing over Senga's hand and his own stomach in great spurts. He clenched tight enough to drag Senga over with him, who thrust in deep and came so hard he blacked out.
When Senga woke up in Kitayama's arms, he had no idea how much time had passed, but it couldn't have been more than a few minutes. He nuzzled Kitayama's shoulder, still hardly daring to believe this was real. “Only leader could fuck someone unconscious without moving a finger,” Senga said.
Kitayama laughed, a deep, full laugh, which Senga could feel vibrating against him where he was pressed close to Kitayama's chest. “Definitely should have done this years ago,” Kitayama conceded. He lifted his head and pressed a quick kiss to Senga's lips. “Don't wake me up unless you don't plan on dancing tomorrow.” With that, he fell asleep, his arm still curled tightly around Senga.
Senga stayed awake a while longer, enjoying Kitayama's warmth, Kitayama's deep, easy breathing, before falling asleep as well.