[Drabble] Satisfaction
Satisfaction
Kisumai - Kitayama/Fujigaya
354 words, R
KitaFuji doing what they do (second) best. Aka, pointless porn.
So I keep on saying I will not write smut because it always turns out really bad u_u;; but then I end up writing porn on twitter and IM, wry. Anyway, this is me crossing off my WIPs, one by one. Originally written for elindar, I think?
It’s immensely satisfying, the way Fujigaya whimpers against Kitayama's mouth every time he twists his wrist just so.
It’s a of game of push-pull, Fujigaya trying to get what he wants, Kitayama not giving it to him just because he feels like it. It’s worth it, the way Fujigaya arches in frustration against his touch. Also the way Fujigaya hooks a leg around him, rolls them over, and starts grinding in earnest. "Eager," Kitayama comments lazily.
Fujigaya looks like a wreck, hair tumbling down in his eyes and skin damp with sweat, and it’s a lot sexier than it should have been.
Kitayama thumbs at Fujigaya's hips, letting Fujigaya work the both of them off, groaning appreciatively. "C'mon, Taisuke.”
"Shut up," Fujigaya hisses through gritted teeth, but it’s more in desperation than annoyance. "F-fuck..."
Treading his fingers through Fujigaya's hair, Kitayama brings him down to fuse their lips together in a messy, heated kiss.
"Close," Fujigaya moans. Kitayama nudges his hand out of the way. He takes over, stroking Fujigaya to completion and it’s all hot, sticky, and so sexy as Fujigaya arches against him when he comes.
Kitayama swallows every sound he can, working Fujigaya through his orgasm, smirking against the curve of Fujigaya's mouth. It’s something Fujigaya mirrors, his smile satisfied when he pulls away. It’s the kind of satisfaction Kitayama likes to see. Especially when that satisfaction has Fujigaya crawling down between Kitayama's legs, breath hot on his cock.
Fujigaya's mouth is hot and wet around him and Kitayama's thighs trembles as he tries not to thrust up.
Fujigaya sucks him off until he comes in a wave of white-washed pleasure, and then licks him clean with an air of smugness.
As Kitayama basks in the afterglow, the smell of sex lingering in the air, Fujigaya crawls up the bed to sprawl out next to him. The heat of the moment passes, leaving a different kind of warmth in its wake, but one that Kitayama still likes.
He yawns, looping an arm around Fujigaya's waist, pulling him closer so he could nose into the crook of his neck and fall asleep.
Kisumai - Kitayama/Fujigaya
354 words, R
KitaFuji doing what they do (second) best. Aka, pointless porn.
So I keep on saying I will not write smut because it always turns out really bad u_u;; but then I end up writing porn on twitter and IM, wry. Anyway, this is me crossing off my WIPs, one by one. Originally written for elindar, I think?
It’s immensely satisfying, the way Fujigaya whimpers against Kitayama's mouth every time he twists his wrist just so.
It’s a of game of push-pull, Fujigaya trying to get what he wants, Kitayama not giving it to him just because he feels like it. It’s worth it, the way Fujigaya arches in frustration against his touch. Also the way Fujigaya hooks a leg around him, rolls them over, and starts grinding in earnest. "Eager," Kitayama comments lazily.
Fujigaya looks like a wreck, hair tumbling down in his eyes and skin damp with sweat, and it’s a lot sexier than it should have been.
Kitayama thumbs at Fujigaya's hips, letting Fujigaya work the both of them off, groaning appreciatively. "C'mon, Taisuke.”
"Shut up," Fujigaya hisses through gritted teeth, but it’s more in desperation than annoyance. "F-fuck..."
Treading his fingers through Fujigaya's hair, Kitayama brings him down to fuse their lips together in a messy, heated kiss.
"Close," Fujigaya moans. Kitayama nudges his hand out of the way. He takes over, stroking Fujigaya to completion and it’s all hot, sticky, and so sexy as Fujigaya arches against him when he comes.
Kitayama swallows every sound he can, working Fujigaya through his orgasm, smirking against the curve of Fujigaya's mouth. It’s something Fujigaya mirrors, his smile satisfied when he pulls away. It’s the kind of satisfaction Kitayama likes to see. Especially when that satisfaction has Fujigaya crawling down between Kitayama's legs, breath hot on his cock.
Fujigaya's mouth is hot and wet around him and Kitayama's thighs trembles as he tries not to thrust up.
Fujigaya sucks him off until he comes in a wave of white-washed pleasure, and then licks him clean with an air of smugness.
As Kitayama basks in the afterglow, the smell of sex lingering in the air, Fujigaya crawls up the bed to sprawl out next to him. The heat of the moment passes, leaving a different kind of warmth in its wake, but one that Kitayama still likes.
He yawns, looping an arm around Fujigaya's waist, pulling him closer so he could nose into the crook of his neck and fall asleep.