TWT (Title? What title?) [Yokoo/Kitayama; NC-17]
Title: TWT (Title? What title?)
Characters/Pairings: Yokoo/Kitayama
Rating/Warnings: NC-17
Summary: Yokoo doesn't want to admit he likes to have fun sometimes.
A/N: Written for the "late summer quick and dirty pwp exchange" for orange_c_c. It's supposed to be porn without plot but unfortunately my plot tap was leaking when I wrote this. I hope it's not too bad and if it is I can write something better for you in future.
Other fics of the exchange: Omoikkiri| Miquilis| Orange_c_c| Mousapelli|Un Sanzo|
“You need to relax, Yokoo-san.”
Yokoo’s stern look shifts for the nth time from the book to Kitayama sitting next to him on the sofa.
“That’s what I was trying to do before you interrupted my precious relaxation time.”
As a matter of fact, Yokoo was really trying to relax before radio recording started, but apparently Kitayama thought that reading wasn’t the right way to relax. That’s why he sat next to him and started chatting. All his glibness resounded inside Yokoo’s ears but he had barely paid any attention, keeping his focus on his book.
“We should hang out and have drinks together sometimes.”
“Yes, why not,” Yokoo replies, his attention still on the book, “whenever.”
“Is today any good for you, then?”
Yokoo immediately thinks no, it isn’t. He needs to go grocery shopping, he needs to hurry back home to walk his dogs, he has to water the plants. But none of those excuses sound convincing enough to reject Kitayama’s offer. He nods thinking that at least Kitayama would shut up and leave him alone until later. Besides there is nothing wrong in a couple of drinks once in a while.
--
After work, Yokoo is waiting for Kitayama outside when his phone rings.
“Taisuke?”
“Hi, I’m at your place already, when are you coming back?”
Shit. He forgot his film night with Fujigaya. Not that he particularly wants to spend the evening watching old Disney classics either, but a promise is a promise. Would it be really bad to arrive late because of Kitayama’s invitation to drink?
“Sorry Taisuke, I might be late tonight. Some colleagues here at the radio want to go drinking so...”
“Which colleagues are you talking about?”
“You know, people...”
“People...” Fujigaya repeats conveying with his tone that he is gathering more information about it than Yokoo wants him to. “Okay, I’ll go home then.”
“Ah wait! Since you’re there already, could you please feed the dogs?”
“Are you serious?!”
“And water the plants, please.”
“There better be tons of freshly baked cakes at our next film night.”
Yokoo sighs and hangs up. He isn’t sure why he’s ditching Fujigaya but he is convinced it isn’t a great idea. Then Kitayama arrives and places a hand on his shoulder.
“Let’s go and have fun!”
Is this the smile that is clogging all his thoughts and even makes him forget his promises? Actually he had already forgotten about it even before Kitayama invited him for drinks, but wasn’t it because he had been secretly excited to work with Kitayama alone that day? Yokoo can’t believe he had actually looked forward to this day so much and he doesn’t want to admit to himself that he had been looking forward to the night too.
--
When their “fun night out” relocates from a random bar to Kitayama’s apartment, Yokoo realizes that maybe he knows why he ditched Fujigaya, his dogs, his quiet weekday night. Yes, he perfectly knows why the evening ends up developing on Kitayama’s sofa. And apparently Kitayama knows too, as he can tell from the way he keeps getting closer. The intriguing way he pouts shows his lips seeks some attention too.
It had been a while since Yokoo and Kitayama had spent time together, just the two of them, and Yokoo has no idea why this doesn’t happen more often. On the other hand, he was pretty sure where this kind of meetings often led to and he never had reasons to complain about it.
Kitayama stands up mumbling he wants to get more beers in the fridge and Yokoo realizes there isn’t any time to waste in ceremonies. He grabs Kitayama’s wrist and pulls him down on the sofa again, their limbs getting tangled as they both search for the other’s mouth. After lingering on the kiss for a few moments, Kitayama looks into Yokoo’s eyes, a smug grin appears on his face.
“I was almost giving up on the idea you’d ever done a first move.”
“Like you wouldn’t have done it yourself, if I didn’t.” Yokoo answers sounding bored.
“You know, I was tired of waiting.”
“I was tired too.” Yokoo tilts his head to kiss Kitayama again, smoothing his hands on his sides while Kitayama fiddles with the buttons of Yokoo’s shirt.
“What the hell are we doing?” Yokoo suddenly mutters stopping Kitayama’s hands.
“Something wrong? Worried about your little friend at home alone?”
“He probably went back home by now. There’s no way he would wait for the terrible friend who ditched him like that.”
“Who?” Kitayama asks displaying curiosity.
Yokoo looks at him like something had just struck him on the back of his neck.
“Because, you know, I was talking about your dog,” Kitayama concludes.
Yokoo tries to swallow his own words back hoping to delete them from the conversation, but it doesn’t work, because he is obviously unable to bend time.
“So who are you talking about? Fujigaya? I know it’s Fujigaya.”
“Shut up, Kitayama.”
“That’s unusual, you prefer spending time with me instead of him. Even though I had to invite you because you never ask me out.”
“Shut up I said!” Yokoo places a hand in front of Kitayama’s mouth and looks at him as if he could shoot laser beams from his pupils.
“If you really want to use your mouth that much, there are better ways to do it.”
Kitayama’s grin after Yokoo removes his hand from his face is so mischievous Yokoo thinks he’d better place his hands on his throat and strangle him once and for all.
“You are the one to speak. You could have used your mouth to invite me sometimes.” Kitayama stops Yokoo’s hand from going far by grabbing it.
Yokoo tries to compose himself, takes a few breaths, and looks down at his knees.
“Why did we stop?” Kitayama asks going to peck at Yokoo’s neck with his lips.
“Because you are behaving like a kid.”
“Am I?” Kitayama asks, unable not to smirk. “I didn’t know it mattered so much to you. Why is it a problem if you want to have some fun sometimes? You’ll see Fujigaya tomorrow and apologize. I’m not the one behaving like a junior high schooler here.”
“That’s not the problem.”
“So what is?”
The problem is that Yokoo doesn’t want to admit he ever wished to spend time with Kitayama so much. Then he realizes he’s being so busy acting all annoyed for no reason that he’s actually missing all the fun. Sometimes being himself was a hard job.
“This room is so messy.” Yokoo can’t help to sound like a jerk again, as if picking on Kitayama’s messiness could make him feel better about himself. Probably they’ll end up fighting and Yokoo feels stricken by a jolt of electricity at the thought.
“What?! I even tidied up before.”
“You mean that all those things that clutter the surfaces are supposed to be there?”
“Did you come here to complain or what? When will you learn to relax and finally let it go?”
I can’t let it go, Yokoo thinks, the whole world will fall if I do.
“I can’t believe I broke a promise to come here, okay? Especially since all we are doing is fight,” Yokoo finally admits.
“I didn’t start the fight,” Kitayama sighs. “Why is it always me? Why do you take care of everyone and not me? You’re harsh and cold with me. You yell at me. I ask you out because I want to spend time with you and you start whining about all the unrelated things...”
Something pricks Yokoo’s heart.
“Who said that if I’m harsh with you I’m not taking care of you?”
Kitayama glances up, eyes blinking as he realizes, just at that moment, what the other means.
“So... is it okay if I take care of you for once?”
“I’m just...”
“Relax I said.”
Yokoo finally understands what Kitayama means by relaxing when the other starts rubbing his hand against his crotch. Yokoo closes his eyes and flings his head back sighing heavily. He lets Kitayama play around with his belt and undress him before placing a hand behind his neck to drag him closer and kiss his lips again, their tongues brushing slowly when Kitayama parts his lips. Then the kiss gets deeper and they both sink into each other, their bodies wishing to get closer, to feel each other’s skin.
Clothes are in the way so Yokoo strips and helps Kitayama get rid of his t-shirt and unzips his trousers. After kicking his trousers and underwear away, Kitayama sits on Yokoo’s lap and lies on him. The sudden warmth of his skin makes Yokoo shiver in pleasure. He starts caressing Kitayama’s inviting skin with his fingers, touching his sides, his stomach, his chest, running up to his neck and thumbing his lips. Kitayama opens his mouth slowly and welcomes Yokoo’s fingers with a brush of his tongue before he actually begins to suck them. He is very skilled with his mouth, Yokoo feels shivers go down his spine just thinking of where those lips could be. But it’s not the right time for that, he wants to feel Kitayama’s body and he wants to make him feel good.
Yokoo’s other hand is already wrapped around Kitayama’s hard cock, and he’s stroking him with gentle movements. Yokoo brushes his lips on Kitayama’s neck and nibbles at his lobe, the other man’s sweet smell is sending his mind to an entirely different place and so are the low moans he emits when Yokoo does something particularly pleasant for him. When Kitayama moans louder, Yokoo squeezes him tighter, biting his neck and sliding down with his teeth till he skims the collarbone.
Kitayama sets Yokoo’s fingers free just to seize his mouth again, in a messy, rough kiss while his hands are entangled in the other’s hair. The very same hands starts wandering down on Yokoo’s body, playfully captivated in every interesting activity they can find: sliding on his collarbone or fiddling with his nipples, drawing paths on his skin in a teasing way. Kitayama looks distracted by all these little enjoyable activities and lost in the pleasure that Yokoo’s touch is giving to him.
“Get down there, now,” Yokoo orders, suddenly grasping Kitayama’s chin with his fingers, forcing the other to finally look at his face.
“But...”
Yokoo just stares at him, his eyes as dark as ever, his lips shut.
“You’re so impatient.”
“You’re so lazy.”
Kitayama grins, then reaches out to grab Yokoo’s cock with his hand and starts jerking him off, thumbing the tip exactly as the other likes. Yokoo moves away Kitayama’s strands of hair from his face and looks into his focused eyes. He doesn’t want to be the one losing it first, but the entire situation seems to be out of his control as he stares at Kitayama’s powerful eyes. Kitayama is still sitting on him, their hands touch lightly as they stroke each other.
“Come closer,” Yokoo says.
Kitayama obliges and Yokoo grabs both their cocks in his hand, rubbing them against each other. It feels so good that both of them moan and pant enraptured. Kitayama’s hands are free to grasp greedily every bit of Yokoo they can reach. Yokoo digs his fingers on Kitayama’s hips to keep him steady, and lets the other sink his fingers in his hair and kiss him everywhere in a mess of convulse movements. Kitayama rolls his hips, to grind more against the other’s body while Yokoo is taking care of the pace of the strokes that quickly becomes fast and intense.
Yokoo tries to resist the urge of coming because he wants to have more of Kitayama, he wants to feel more and indulge in the touch and warmth of the other. Eventually he gives up and comes, closing his eyes and spilling himself on his hand and Kitayama’s cock. He is shuddering and not quite sure of what he’s doing anymore, the sensation of the orgasm invading all his body, but he doesn’t let go of Kitayama’s cock and keeps on moving his hand up and down. He is surprised to discover that in a matter of a few more thrusts’ time Kitayama comes too, arching back and moaning, then dropping his forehead on Yokoo’s shoulder.
“Don’t fall asleep on me, you are heavy.”
Kitayama raises his head and wraps his arms around Yokoo’s neck. He brushes his nose against Yokoo’s and whispers:
“I won’t fall asleep. Our fun night is not over yet.”
He moves to take tissues for Yokoo to wipe his hands and whatever else was dirty, then he sits next to him. He grabs a beer, takes a sip, and passes the can to the other.
“You’re my guest, I need to take care of you.”
Yokoo takes the beer from Kitayama’s hand and looks at the other’s lips forgetting everything else in the world apart from the next thing he wishes to be treated to.
Drinking naked is unexpectedly pleasant, Yokoo thinks, and eventually, not so much later, he is hard again. Kitayama’s mouth is wrapped around his cock this time. Yokoo’s fingers are curled in his hair as he pants in pleasure.
Yokoo sort of wants to bang his head on the wall for having been so thick before. Kitayama certainly knew all the best ways to relax.
--
When Yokoo wakes up, he glances at Kitayama next to him on the bed they finally reached after they had tired themselves out on Kitayama’s comfortable sofa the night before. Kitayama is still asleep, his lips slightly bent in a satisfied smile.
Yokoo grabs his phone from the bedside table to read the messages. There is one from Fujigaya that says:
“So how were things with 'people' yesterday? If 'people' is still asleep, can I suggest you a nice way of waking him up?”
Yokoo smiles and puts away his phone. He turns to Kitayama and pokes his nose with his index finger. Kitayama stirs and after squeezing his eyes and blinking a couple of time he is pretty much awake.
“Good morning,” Kitayama crawls closer to Yokoo under the sheets.
“Good morning. How about I make breakfast and we leisurely eat it in bed?”
“Tsk. Even though I told you to relax.”
“You know, even if I enjoy your ideas of relax, now I want to have it my way.”
Kitayama doesn’t complain, after all the situation is entirely in his favour.
Characters/Pairings: Yokoo/Kitayama
Rating/Warnings: NC-17
Summary: Yokoo doesn't want to admit he likes to have fun sometimes.
A/N: Written for the "late summer quick and dirty pwp exchange" for orange_c_c. It's supposed to be porn without plot but unfortunately my plot tap was leaking when I wrote this. I hope it's not too bad and if it is I can write something better for you in future.
Other fics of the exchange: Omoikkiri| Miquilis| Orange_c_c| Mousapelli|Un Sanzo|
“You need to relax, Yokoo-san.”
Yokoo’s stern look shifts for the nth time from the book to Kitayama sitting next to him on the sofa.
“That’s what I was trying to do before you interrupted my precious relaxation time.”
As a matter of fact, Yokoo was really trying to relax before radio recording started, but apparently Kitayama thought that reading wasn’t the right way to relax. That’s why he sat next to him and started chatting. All his glibness resounded inside Yokoo’s ears but he had barely paid any attention, keeping his focus on his book.
“We should hang out and have drinks together sometimes.”
“Yes, why not,” Yokoo replies, his attention still on the book, “whenever.”
“Is today any good for you, then?”
Yokoo immediately thinks no, it isn’t. He needs to go grocery shopping, he needs to hurry back home to walk his dogs, he has to water the plants. But none of those excuses sound convincing enough to reject Kitayama’s offer. He nods thinking that at least Kitayama would shut up and leave him alone until later. Besides there is nothing wrong in a couple of drinks once in a while.
--
After work, Yokoo is waiting for Kitayama outside when his phone rings.
“Taisuke?”
“Hi, I’m at your place already, when are you coming back?”
Shit. He forgot his film night with Fujigaya. Not that he particularly wants to spend the evening watching old Disney classics either, but a promise is a promise. Would it be really bad to arrive late because of Kitayama’s invitation to drink?
“Sorry Taisuke, I might be late tonight. Some colleagues here at the radio want to go drinking so...”
“Which colleagues are you talking about?”
“You know, people...”
“People...” Fujigaya repeats conveying with his tone that he is gathering more information about it than Yokoo wants him to. “Okay, I’ll go home then.”
“Ah wait! Since you’re there already, could you please feed the dogs?”
“Are you serious?!”
“And water the plants, please.”
“There better be tons of freshly baked cakes at our next film night.”
Yokoo sighs and hangs up. He isn’t sure why he’s ditching Fujigaya but he is convinced it isn’t a great idea. Then Kitayama arrives and places a hand on his shoulder.
“Let’s go and have fun!”
Is this the smile that is clogging all his thoughts and even makes him forget his promises? Actually he had already forgotten about it even before Kitayama invited him for drinks, but wasn’t it because he had been secretly excited to work with Kitayama alone that day? Yokoo can’t believe he had actually looked forward to this day so much and he doesn’t want to admit to himself that he had been looking forward to the night too.
--
When their “fun night out” relocates from a random bar to Kitayama’s apartment, Yokoo realizes that maybe he knows why he ditched Fujigaya, his dogs, his quiet weekday night. Yes, he perfectly knows why the evening ends up developing on Kitayama’s sofa. And apparently Kitayama knows too, as he can tell from the way he keeps getting closer. The intriguing way he pouts shows his lips seeks some attention too.
It had been a while since Yokoo and Kitayama had spent time together, just the two of them, and Yokoo has no idea why this doesn’t happen more often. On the other hand, he was pretty sure where this kind of meetings often led to and he never had reasons to complain about it.
Kitayama stands up mumbling he wants to get more beers in the fridge and Yokoo realizes there isn’t any time to waste in ceremonies. He grabs Kitayama’s wrist and pulls him down on the sofa again, their limbs getting tangled as they both search for the other’s mouth. After lingering on the kiss for a few moments, Kitayama looks into Yokoo’s eyes, a smug grin appears on his face.
“I was almost giving up on the idea you’d ever done a first move.”
“Like you wouldn’t have done it yourself, if I didn’t.” Yokoo answers sounding bored.
“You know, I was tired of waiting.”
“I was tired too.” Yokoo tilts his head to kiss Kitayama again, smoothing his hands on his sides while Kitayama fiddles with the buttons of Yokoo’s shirt.
“What the hell are we doing?” Yokoo suddenly mutters stopping Kitayama’s hands.
“Something wrong? Worried about your little friend at home alone?”
“He probably went back home by now. There’s no way he would wait for the terrible friend who ditched him like that.”
“Who?” Kitayama asks displaying curiosity.
Yokoo looks at him like something had just struck him on the back of his neck.
“Because, you know, I was talking about your dog,” Kitayama concludes.
Yokoo tries to swallow his own words back hoping to delete them from the conversation, but it doesn’t work, because he is obviously unable to bend time.
“So who are you talking about? Fujigaya? I know it’s Fujigaya.”
“Shut up, Kitayama.”
“That’s unusual, you prefer spending time with me instead of him. Even though I had to invite you because you never ask me out.”
“Shut up I said!” Yokoo places a hand in front of Kitayama’s mouth and looks at him as if he could shoot laser beams from his pupils.
“If you really want to use your mouth that much, there are better ways to do it.”
Kitayama’s grin after Yokoo removes his hand from his face is so mischievous Yokoo thinks he’d better place his hands on his throat and strangle him once and for all.
“You are the one to speak. You could have used your mouth to invite me sometimes.” Kitayama stops Yokoo’s hand from going far by grabbing it.
Yokoo tries to compose himself, takes a few breaths, and looks down at his knees.
“Why did we stop?” Kitayama asks going to peck at Yokoo’s neck with his lips.
“Because you are behaving like a kid.”
“Am I?” Kitayama asks, unable not to smirk. “I didn’t know it mattered so much to you. Why is it a problem if you want to have some fun sometimes? You’ll see Fujigaya tomorrow and apologize. I’m not the one behaving like a junior high schooler here.”
“That’s not the problem.”
“So what is?”
The problem is that Yokoo doesn’t want to admit he ever wished to spend time with Kitayama so much. Then he realizes he’s being so busy acting all annoyed for no reason that he’s actually missing all the fun. Sometimes being himself was a hard job.
“This room is so messy.” Yokoo can’t help to sound like a jerk again, as if picking on Kitayama’s messiness could make him feel better about himself. Probably they’ll end up fighting and Yokoo feels stricken by a jolt of electricity at the thought.
“What?! I even tidied up before.”
“You mean that all those things that clutter the surfaces are supposed to be there?”
“Did you come here to complain or what? When will you learn to relax and finally let it go?”
I can’t let it go, Yokoo thinks, the whole world will fall if I do.
“I can’t believe I broke a promise to come here, okay? Especially since all we are doing is fight,” Yokoo finally admits.
“I didn’t start the fight,” Kitayama sighs. “Why is it always me? Why do you take care of everyone and not me? You’re harsh and cold with me. You yell at me. I ask you out because I want to spend time with you and you start whining about all the unrelated things...”
Something pricks Yokoo’s heart.
“Who said that if I’m harsh with you I’m not taking care of you?”
Kitayama glances up, eyes blinking as he realizes, just at that moment, what the other means.
“So... is it okay if I take care of you for once?”
“I’m just...”
“Relax I said.”
Yokoo finally understands what Kitayama means by relaxing when the other starts rubbing his hand against his crotch. Yokoo closes his eyes and flings his head back sighing heavily. He lets Kitayama play around with his belt and undress him before placing a hand behind his neck to drag him closer and kiss his lips again, their tongues brushing slowly when Kitayama parts his lips. Then the kiss gets deeper and they both sink into each other, their bodies wishing to get closer, to feel each other’s skin.
Clothes are in the way so Yokoo strips and helps Kitayama get rid of his t-shirt and unzips his trousers. After kicking his trousers and underwear away, Kitayama sits on Yokoo’s lap and lies on him. The sudden warmth of his skin makes Yokoo shiver in pleasure. He starts caressing Kitayama’s inviting skin with his fingers, touching his sides, his stomach, his chest, running up to his neck and thumbing his lips. Kitayama opens his mouth slowly and welcomes Yokoo’s fingers with a brush of his tongue before he actually begins to suck them. He is very skilled with his mouth, Yokoo feels shivers go down his spine just thinking of where those lips could be. But it’s not the right time for that, he wants to feel Kitayama’s body and he wants to make him feel good.
Yokoo’s other hand is already wrapped around Kitayama’s hard cock, and he’s stroking him with gentle movements. Yokoo brushes his lips on Kitayama’s neck and nibbles at his lobe, the other man’s sweet smell is sending his mind to an entirely different place and so are the low moans he emits when Yokoo does something particularly pleasant for him. When Kitayama moans louder, Yokoo squeezes him tighter, biting his neck and sliding down with his teeth till he skims the collarbone.
Kitayama sets Yokoo’s fingers free just to seize his mouth again, in a messy, rough kiss while his hands are entangled in the other’s hair. The very same hands starts wandering down on Yokoo’s body, playfully captivated in every interesting activity they can find: sliding on his collarbone or fiddling with his nipples, drawing paths on his skin in a teasing way. Kitayama looks distracted by all these little enjoyable activities and lost in the pleasure that Yokoo’s touch is giving to him.
“Get down there, now,” Yokoo orders, suddenly grasping Kitayama’s chin with his fingers, forcing the other to finally look at his face.
“But...”
Yokoo just stares at him, his eyes as dark as ever, his lips shut.
“You’re so impatient.”
“You’re so lazy.”
Kitayama grins, then reaches out to grab Yokoo’s cock with his hand and starts jerking him off, thumbing the tip exactly as the other likes. Yokoo moves away Kitayama’s strands of hair from his face and looks into his focused eyes. He doesn’t want to be the one losing it first, but the entire situation seems to be out of his control as he stares at Kitayama’s powerful eyes. Kitayama is still sitting on him, their hands touch lightly as they stroke each other.
“Come closer,” Yokoo says.
Kitayama obliges and Yokoo grabs both their cocks in his hand, rubbing them against each other. It feels so good that both of them moan and pant enraptured. Kitayama’s hands are free to grasp greedily every bit of Yokoo they can reach. Yokoo digs his fingers on Kitayama’s hips to keep him steady, and lets the other sink his fingers in his hair and kiss him everywhere in a mess of convulse movements. Kitayama rolls his hips, to grind more against the other’s body while Yokoo is taking care of the pace of the strokes that quickly becomes fast and intense.
Yokoo tries to resist the urge of coming because he wants to have more of Kitayama, he wants to feel more and indulge in the touch and warmth of the other. Eventually he gives up and comes, closing his eyes and spilling himself on his hand and Kitayama’s cock. He is shuddering and not quite sure of what he’s doing anymore, the sensation of the orgasm invading all his body, but he doesn’t let go of Kitayama’s cock and keeps on moving his hand up and down. He is surprised to discover that in a matter of a few more thrusts’ time Kitayama comes too, arching back and moaning, then dropping his forehead on Yokoo’s shoulder.
“Don’t fall asleep on me, you are heavy.”
Kitayama raises his head and wraps his arms around Yokoo’s neck. He brushes his nose against Yokoo’s and whispers:
“I won’t fall asleep. Our fun night is not over yet.”
He moves to take tissues for Yokoo to wipe his hands and whatever else was dirty, then he sits next to him. He grabs a beer, takes a sip, and passes the can to the other.
“You’re my guest, I need to take care of you.”
Yokoo takes the beer from Kitayama’s hand and looks at the other’s lips forgetting everything else in the world apart from the next thing he wishes to be treated to.
Drinking naked is unexpectedly pleasant, Yokoo thinks, and eventually, not so much later, he is hard again. Kitayama’s mouth is wrapped around his cock this time. Yokoo’s fingers are curled in his hair as he pants in pleasure.
Yokoo sort of wants to bang his head on the wall for having been so thick before. Kitayama certainly knew all the best ways to relax.
--
When Yokoo wakes up, he glances at Kitayama next to him on the bed they finally reached after they had tired themselves out on Kitayama’s comfortable sofa the night before. Kitayama is still asleep, his lips slightly bent in a satisfied smile.
Yokoo grabs his phone from the bedside table to read the messages. There is one from Fujigaya that says:
“So how were things with 'people' yesterday? If 'people' is still asleep, can I suggest you a nice way of waking him up?”
Yokoo smiles and puts away his phone. He turns to Kitayama and pokes his nose with his index finger. Kitayama stirs and after squeezing his eyes and blinking a couple of time he is pretty much awake.
“Good morning,” Kitayama crawls closer to Yokoo under the sheets.
“Good morning. How about I make breakfast and we leisurely eat it in bed?”
“Tsk. Even though I told you to relax.”
“You know, even if I enjoy your ideas of relax, now I want to have it my way.”
Kitayama doesn’t complain, after all the situation is entirely in his favour.