[fic] je_hols 2014: A Lover's Holiday (NC-17)
(Sorry. I'm finally reposting fics from exchanges and stuff.)
Title: A Lovers Holiday
Pairing/Group: Kitayama Hiromitsu/Totsuka Shota
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: This is possibly a bit PWP.
Notes: Written for
orangegreenlove during the 2014
je_holiday. I was honestly a bit surprised and maybe a little intimidated when I received my assignment email. I hope I was able to write something that you will enjoy reading. Also a very big thank you to snowqueenofhoth for always being my beta. This would not have worked out at all without her.
Summary: Kitayama thinks he’s sneaky, but Totsuka continues to prove that he’s really not.
original post
“Oh,” Totsuka breathes as he opens his front door, leaning in for a hello kiss. “This is a surprise. I thought you had work.”
Kitayama shrugs and toes his shoes off so they can get out of the entryway. “The last photoshoot got cancelled.”
“Lucky us.”
Strong arms pull him into a warm hug and Totsuka closes his eyes and breathes in deeply. Content and feeling loved, Totsuka pulls back and rubs his thumb across Kitayama’s cheek.
“You must be hungry. I was making food if you’re interested,” he offers. The look in Kitayama’s eyes, paired with the way his fingers trail down to the curve of Totsuka’s ass, tell him that there are other things Kitayama wants, but his stomach, honest as always, lets out a loud growl that makes Totsuka chuckle. He reluctantly moves out of touching range. “Let’s get you fed first.”
He tells Kitayama he can just go relax while he finishes making dinner, but Kitayama follows him into the kitchen instead. Upon seeing how much food there is, along with the dual sets of dishes on the counter, Totsuka gets pinched in the side.
“Liar!” Kitayama accuses. “You knew I was coming!”
Busted, Totsuka laughs and holds his hands up in surrender. “Okay, I may have had some inside intel…and according to said intelligence, you requested to have things moved around so that you could have tonight off. You know… you really didn’t ha-“
Kitayama cuts him off with a kiss on the cheek. “I know,” he says simply.
“Okay,” Totsuka replies after a moment and leaves it at that. They’d both been disappointed when Kisumai got scheduled for photoshoots and magazine interviews when they thought they had Christmas Day off. He turns back to the stove and Kitayama wraps his arms around his waist.
Totsuka had been looking for his notebook that morning but after remembering he’d had it a few days ago when he was at Kitayama’s place, he picked up his phone to call and ask if he’d forgotten it there. Already at work, Kitayama’s manager answered instead, informing Totsuka that Kitayama was scheduled to finish around 6. Not vocalizing the surprise he felt, Totsuka asked if he’d just tell Kitayama to call him back when he had the chance.
“If you ask your manager to rearrange your schedule so that you have Christmas dinner free, people are going to start thinking you have some hot date tonight.”
“I do have a hot date tonight,” Kitayama murmurs against his shoulder before lifting his head to nip at the side of his neck.
Totsuka tilts his head to give him better access. Kitayama hums at the invitation and starts sucking on the patch of skin behind Totsuka’s ear, hands traveling a bit lower. Totsuka’s breath catches as Kitayama unbuttons his pants and pulls down the zipper. His hips jerk forward in anticipation, but Kitayama traces a teasing finger up the front of his underwear instead. “Hiromitsu…”
“I want you,” he murmurs, catching Totsuka’s earlobe between his teeth.
Totsuka lets out a shaky moan and is about to give in, because damn he’d be lying if he said he didn’t want to, but the kitchen timer beeping brings him back to his senses. “Food first,” he insists and tries to shake his head clear. It takes a great deal of willpower, but he pushes Kitayama’s hand away and zips his pants back up. “We both know you’re useless after sex.”
He looks over his shoulder just in time to catch the pout that graces Kitayama’s face. “And your stomach is still growling,” he points out and when he gets a stubborn sniff in response, he sends Kitayama out of the kitchen with all of the dishes and utensils, informing him that he can go and be useful by setting the table.
He puts everything onto serving plates and starts carrying things out to the dining table too. He watches Kitayama’s eyes go wide.
“Tottsu… you made all of this? How…?”
Totsuka smiles. It hadn’t taken much to figure out what Kitayama was up to, so after hanging up with Kitayama’s manager, Totsuka had grabbed his keys and headed out to the store. He hoped the ingredients he wanted were easy to find. If he was to expect Kitayama over for dinner, he really didn’t want to waste time shopping.
He knows he may have gone a bit overboard, but back when they’d originally made plans, he’d come across something about Christmas meals and well, he’d been excited to finally be able to spend Christmas together. Sure, they’d seen each other on Christmas before, but it was always for work or with a large group of people.
Still smiling, he sits next to Kitayama. “Let’s eat.”
Watching Kitayama eat has to be one of Totsuka’s favorite pastimes. It’s another reason he’d put extra effort into cooking tonight’s dinner. The sheer joy on his face as he savors each and every bite never fails to spread warmth throughout Totsuka’s entire body.
“What? Do I have something on my face?”
Caught staring, Totsuka shakes his head. “I was just thinking that I really enjoy watching you eat.”
Kitayama’s eyes widen slightly, but Totsuka sees the surprise immediately turn dangerous. Kitayama proceeds to take a large dollop of mashed potatoes and suck it off his fork. His eyes never leave his and Totsuka watches helplessly as he repeats his actions, this time running his tongue up and around the fork to lick it clean.
“Oh my god.” Totsuka drops his gaze down to his own food and tries to block his brain from drifting off to how amazing it’d feel to have Kitayama on his knees, using that tongue on him. He orders himself to take a deep breath and wills his body to calm down. He lets out a pained sigh when Kitayama breaks down and starts laughing at him. “Hiromitsu…” he says, pleading him to behave.
Still chuckling, Kitayama leans over and presses a kiss to the side of his mouth in apology. “Sorry. Couldn’t help it,” he says, but the amusement is still bright in his eyes.
Totsuka’s shoulders relax and they manage to finish eating without further incident, but he can see the promise in Kitayama’s face when their eyes meet. Totsuka has finished getting whatever leftovers there are into the fridge and is putting dishes into the sink when Kitayama presses up along his back. He wastes no time pushing up the hem of Totsuka’s sweater and running a warm hand across his stomach.
This time, he doesn’t stop Kitayama as his other hand drops down to his pants. Totsuka lets out a low moan as Kitayama lightly grazes his nails over the forming hardness there.
“Shota.” Kitayama breathes, changing to Totsuka’s given name.
Totsuka’s hips jump forward at that. He turns around in Kitayama’s arms and their lips meet in a hungry kiss. Kitayama tangles his fingers in his hair, pulling. When they come up for air, Totsuka hums in approval. He drinks in the way Kitayama’s lips are slightly swollen, his eyes dark with want.
“Now can I have you?” Kitayama asks and Totsuka barely has time to nod before Kitayama is crushing their lips together again. Totsuka moans into the kiss and reaches around to grab Kitayama’s ass, pulling him closer, but just feeling Kitayama through two layers of fabric, hard against his hip isn’t anywhere near enough. They hurry to get their clothes out of the way.
Totsuka shivers as the cool air touches his bare skin, but Kitayama takes him into his hand and it feels so good, his hips jerking forward for more.
“Mmm…” Kitayama’s free hand drifts down between Totsuka’s ass cheeks, his fingers ghosting over his entrance. “Turn around.”
Totsuka does as he’s told and leans forward with his legs spread a little wider. He hands Kitayama a bottle of lube and a condom, amused by the look he gets in return. “I found them in your back pocket. How convenient.”
Kitayama snatches them away with a huff, but Totsuka stops laughing once he has one of Kitayama’s lube-slicked fingers pushing inside of him. He pushes back almost immediately and it’s not long before Kitayama is adding another finger, but it still feels like it’s not enough. “Hiromitsu…”
Here, despite their location and much to Totsuka’s frustration, Kitayama takes his time and it’s pure torture. By the time Kitayama deems him ready, his legs are shaking and he’s pushing back wantonly on Kitayama’s fingers.
He holds his breath in anticipation as Kitayama rolls on the condom and lines himself up.
He pushes in slowly and they both let out low moans. He’s been so well prepared that Kitayama hardly faces much resistance and yet, once he’s as far in as he can go, Kitayama pulls back out just as slowly, and continues at the same speed.
“It looks so good,” Kitayama murmurs, but Totsuka is pretty much done with being patient. He looks back and grabbing one of the hands on his hip, he politely asks if Kitayama will please move a little bit faster, but when Kitayama shows no sign of doing any such thing, Totsuka purposely tightens around him.
“Stop that.”
“Stop what?” Totsuka asks innocently, but just to make a point, he squeezes again and starts to move his hips too.
“You asked for it,” Kitayama says in warning. He pulls all the way out and slams back in.
Once Totsuka can breathe again, he starts pushing back to meet each thrust and they set a fast rhythm. He uses his inner muscles to squeeze and there’s something oh so very satisfying about knowing that he’s the reason Kitayama’s rhythm suddenly falters.
“Hiromitsu…”
It doesn’t take long after that, Kitayama’s body arching as he comes, buried deep. He slumps down along Totsuka’s back while they both catch their breath.
“You did that on purpose,” Kitayama eventually manages.
Totsuka pushes himself up off the sink and lets out a small hiss as Kitayama slips out of him. He turns and after getting rid of the used condom, pulls Kitayama close. He hums as his own leaking hardness slides against his stomach. “If I did, would you seek revenge of some sort?”
“Don’t think I don’t know you’re toying with me,” Kitayama grunts, but takes Totsuka’s neglected dick in his hand. A soft whimper escapes Totsuka’s lips when Kitayama then drops to his knees. Eyes never leaving Totsuka’s, Kitayama takes a small lick at the slit before running his tongue from the base to tip.
“Hiromitsu…” He can’t quite keep the pleading out of his voice and Kitayama must be done playing because he doesn’t waste any more time, taking as much of Totsuka into his mouth as he can.
Totsuka stares as his dick disappears in and out of Kitayama’s willing mouth. He already knows he’s not going to last long, especially not with the way Kitayama is sucking hard enough to hollow out his cheeks or the way he sometimes lightly grazes him with his teeth. His hand in Kitayama’s hair tightens as Kitayama licks at the underside of his dick.
He can feel his orgasm building and pulls out just as the first streak of come hits Kitayama’s tongue, finishing off on his face. Breathing heavy, he takes a look at his handiwork. There’s a white streak across Kitayama’s nose, the rest of his release is dripping down his cheek and chin.
Pleased with himself and feeling warm all over, he looks up to meet eyes filled with irritation. Not bothered at all, Totsuka leans down for a kiss. “Come on. After we take a bath we can eat that Christmas cake you tried to sneak into my fridge.”
“Did I manage to surprise you at all with anything?” Kitayama stands up with a sigh.
Totsuka smiles warmly. He wraps his arms around Kitayama’s shoulders and buries his nose in his hair. “I can’t believe you asked them to change your work schedule. That was a huge surprise. Thank you.”
Whether it’s because he’s suddenly embarrassed or because there’s still come dripping down his face, Kitayama starts to fidget. “I knew you were looking forward to spending Christmas together.”
“It’s true,” Totsuka murmurs as they head to the bathroom. “Merry Christmas, Hiromitsu.”
“Merry Chri--Can we do this after I wash my face?”
He squeezes Kitayama’s hand and brings it to his lips. “As you wish.”
Title: A Lovers Holiday
Pairing/Group: Kitayama Hiromitsu/Totsuka Shota
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: This is possibly a bit PWP.
Notes: Written for
orangegreenlove during the 2014
je_holiday. I was honestly a bit surprised and maybe a little intimidated when I received my assignment email. I hope I was able to write something that you will enjoy reading. Also a very big thank you to snowqueenofhoth for always being my beta. This would not have worked out at all without her.
Summary: Kitayama thinks he’s sneaky, but Totsuka continues to prove that he’s really not.
original post
“Oh,” Totsuka breathes as he opens his front door, leaning in for a hello kiss. “This is a surprise. I thought you had work.”
Kitayama shrugs and toes his shoes off so they can get out of the entryway. “The last photoshoot got cancelled.”
“Lucky us.”
Strong arms pull him into a warm hug and Totsuka closes his eyes and breathes in deeply. Content and feeling loved, Totsuka pulls back and rubs his thumb across Kitayama’s cheek.
“You must be hungry. I was making food if you’re interested,” he offers. The look in Kitayama’s eyes, paired with the way his fingers trail down to the curve of Totsuka’s ass, tell him that there are other things Kitayama wants, but his stomach, honest as always, lets out a loud growl that makes Totsuka chuckle. He reluctantly moves out of touching range. “Let’s get you fed first.”
He tells Kitayama he can just go relax while he finishes making dinner, but Kitayama follows him into the kitchen instead. Upon seeing how much food there is, along with the dual sets of dishes on the counter, Totsuka gets pinched in the side.
“Liar!” Kitayama accuses. “You knew I was coming!”
Busted, Totsuka laughs and holds his hands up in surrender. “Okay, I may have had some inside intel…and according to said intelligence, you requested to have things moved around so that you could have tonight off. You know… you really didn’t ha-“
Kitayama cuts him off with a kiss on the cheek. “I know,” he says simply.
“Okay,” Totsuka replies after a moment and leaves it at that. They’d both been disappointed when Kisumai got scheduled for photoshoots and magazine interviews when they thought they had Christmas Day off. He turns back to the stove and Kitayama wraps his arms around his waist.
Totsuka had been looking for his notebook that morning but after remembering he’d had it a few days ago when he was at Kitayama’s place, he picked up his phone to call and ask if he’d forgotten it there. Already at work, Kitayama’s manager answered instead, informing Totsuka that Kitayama was scheduled to finish around 6. Not vocalizing the surprise he felt, Totsuka asked if he’d just tell Kitayama to call him back when he had the chance.
“If you ask your manager to rearrange your schedule so that you have Christmas dinner free, people are going to start thinking you have some hot date tonight.”
“I do have a hot date tonight,” Kitayama murmurs against his shoulder before lifting his head to nip at the side of his neck.
Totsuka tilts his head to give him better access. Kitayama hums at the invitation and starts sucking on the patch of skin behind Totsuka’s ear, hands traveling a bit lower. Totsuka’s breath catches as Kitayama unbuttons his pants and pulls down the zipper. His hips jerk forward in anticipation, but Kitayama traces a teasing finger up the front of his underwear instead. “Hiromitsu…”
“I want you,” he murmurs, catching Totsuka’s earlobe between his teeth.
Totsuka lets out a shaky moan and is about to give in, because damn he’d be lying if he said he didn’t want to, but the kitchen timer beeping brings him back to his senses. “Food first,” he insists and tries to shake his head clear. It takes a great deal of willpower, but he pushes Kitayama’s hand away and zips his pants back up. “We both know you’re useless after sex.”
He looks over his shoulder just in time to catch the pout that graces Kitayama’s face. “And your stomach is still growling,” he points out and when he gets a stubborn sniff in response, he sends Kitayama out of the kitchen with all of the dishes and utensils, informing him that he can go and be useful by setting the table.
He puts everything onto serving plates and starts carrying things out to the dining table too. He watches Kitayama’s eyes go wide.
“Tottsu… you made all of this? How…?”
Totsuka smiles. It hadn’t taken much to figure out what Kitayama was up to, so after hanging up with Kitayama’s manager, Totsuka had grabbed his keys and headed out to the store. He hoped the ingredients he wanted were easy to find. If he was to expect Kitayama over for dinner, he really didn’t want to waste time shopping.
He knows he may have gone a bit overboard, but back when they’d originally made plans, he’d come across something about Christmas meals and well, he’d been excited to finally be able to spend Christmas together. Sure, they’d seen each other on Christmas before, but it was always for work or with a large group of people.
Still smiling, he sits next to Kitayama. “Let’s eat.”
Watching Kitayama eat has to be one of Totsuka’s favorite pastimes. It’s another reason he’d put extra effort into cooking tonight’s dinner. The sheer joy on his face as he savors each and every bite never fails to spread warmth throughout Totsuka’s entire body.
“What? Do I have something on my face?”
Caught staring, Totsuka shakes his head. “I was just thinking that I really enjoy watching you eat.”
Kitayama’s eyes widen slightly, but Totsuka sees the surprise immediately turn dangerous. Kitayama proceeds to take a large dollop of mashed potatoes and suck it off his fork. His eyes never leave his and Totsuka watches helplessly as he repeats his actions, this time running his tongue up and around the fork to lick it clean.
“Oh my god.” Totsuka drops his gaze down to his own food and tries to block his brain from drifting off to how amazing it’d feel to have Kitayama on his knees, using that tongue on him. He orders himself to take a deep breath and wills his body to calm down. He lets out a pained sigh when Kitayama breaks down and starts laughing at him. “Hiromitsu…” he says, pleading him to behave.
Still chuckling, Kitayama leans over and presses a kiss to the side of his mouth in apology. “Sorry. Couldn’t help it,” he says, but the amusement is still bright in his eyes.
Totsuka’s shoulders relax and they manage to finish eating without further incident, but he can see the promise in Kitayama’s face when their eyes meet. Totsuka has finished getting whatever leftovers there are into the fridge and is putting dishes into the sink when Kitayama presses up along his back. He wastes no time pushing up the hem of Totsuka’s sweater and running a warm hand across his stomach.
This time, he doesn’t stop Kitayama as his other hand drops down to his pants. Totsuka lets out a low moan as Kitayama lightly grazes his nails over the forming hardness there.
“Shota.” Kitayama breathes, changing to Totsuka’s given name.
Totsuka’s hips jump forward at that. He turns around in Kitayama’s arms and their lips meet in a hungry kiss. Kitayama tangles his fingers in his hair, pulling. When they come up for air, Totsuka hums in approval. He drinks in the way Kitayama’s lips are slightly swollen, his eyes dark with want.
“Now can I have you?” Kitayama asks and Totsuka barely has time to nod before Kitayama is crushing their lips together again. Totsuka moans into the kiss and reaches around to grab Kitayama’s ass, pulling him closer, but just feeling Kitayama through two layers of fabric, hard against his hip isn’t anywhere near enough. They hurry to get their clothes out of the way.
Totsuka shivers as the cool air touches his bare skin, but Kitayama takes him into his hand and it feels so good, his hips jerking forward for more.
“Mmm…” Kitayama’s free hand drifts down between Totsuka’s ass cheeks, his fingers ghosting over his entrance. “Turn around.”
Totsuka does as he’s told and leans forward with his legs spread a little wider. He hands Kitayama a bottle of lube and a condom, amused by the look he gets in return. “I found them in your back pocket. How convenient.”
Kitayama snatches them away with a huff, but Totsuka stops laughing once he has one of Kitayama’s lube-slicked fingers pushing inside of him. He pushes back almost immediately and it’s not long before Kitayama is adding another finger, but it still feels like it’s not enough. “Hiromitsu…”
Here, despite their location and much to Totsuka’s frustration, Kitayama takes his time and it’s pure torture. By the time Kitayama deems him ready, his legs are shaking and he’s pushing back wantonly on Kitayama’s fingers.
He holds his breath in anticipation as Kitayama rolls on the condom and lines himself up.
He pushes in slowly and they both let out low moans. He’s been so well prepared that Kitayama hardly faces much resistance and yet, once he’s as far in as he can go, Kitayama pulls back out just as slowly, and continues at the same speed.
“It looks so good,” Kitayama murmurs, but Totsuka is pretty much done with being patient. He looks back and grabbing one of the hands on his hip, he politely asks if Kitayama will please move a little bit faster, but when Kitayama shows no sign of doing any such thing, Totsuka purposely tightens around him.
“Stop that.”
“Stop what?” Totsuka asks innocently, but just to make a point, he squeezes again and starts to move his hips too.
“You asked for it,” Kitayama says in warning. He pulls all the way out and slams back in.
Once Totsuka can breathe again, he starts pushing back to meet each thrust and they set a fast rhythm. He uses his inner muscles to squeeze and there’s something oh so very satisfying about knowing that he’s the reason Kitayama’s rhythm suddenly falters.
“Hiromitsu…”
It doesn’t take long after that, Kitayama’s body arching as he comes, buried deep. He slumps down along Totsuka’s back while they both catch their breath.
“You did that on purpose,” Kitayama eventually manages.
Totsuka pushes himself up off the sink and lets out a small hiss as Kitayama slips out of him. He turns and after getting rid of the used condom, pulls Kitayama close. He hums as his own leaking hardness slides against his stomach. “If I did, would you seek revenge of some sort?”
“Don’t think I don’t know you’re toying with me,” Kitayama grunts, but takes Totsuka’s neglected dick in his hand. A soft whimper escapes Totsuka’s lips when Kitayama then drops to his knees. Eyes never leaving Totsuka’s, Kitayama takes a small lick at the slit before running his tongue from the base to tip.
“Hiromitsu…” He can’t quite keep the pleading out of his voice and Kitayama must be done playing because he doesn’t waste any more time, taking as much of Totsuka into his mouth as he can.
Totsuka stares as his dick disappears in and out of Kitayama’s willing mouth. He already knows he’s not going to last long, especially not with the way Kitayama is sucking hard enough to hollow out his cheeks or the way he sometimes lightly grazes him with his teeth. His hand in Kitayama’s hair tightens as Kitayama licks at the underside of his dick.
He can feel his orgasm building and pulls out just as the first streak of come hits Kitayama’s tongue, finishing off on his face. Breathing heavy, he takes a look at his handiwork. There’s a white streak across Kitayama’s nose, the rest of his release is dripping down his cheek and chin.
Pleased with himself and feeling warm all over, he looks up to meet eyes filled with irritation. Not bothered at all, Totsuka leans down for a kiss. “Come on. After we take a bath we can eat that Christmas cake you tried to sneak into my fridge.”
“Did I manage to surprise you at all with anything?” Kitayama stands up with a sigh.
Totsuka smiles warmly. He wraps his arms around Kitayama’s shoulders and buries his nose in his hair. “I can’t believe you asked them to change your work schedule. That was a huge surprise. Thank you.”
Whether it’s because he’s suddenly embarrassed or because there’s still come dripping down his face, Kitayama starts to fidget. “I knew you were looking forward to spending Christmas together.”
“It’s true,” Totsuka murmurs as they head to the bathroom. “Merry Christmas, Hiromitsu.”
“Merry Chri--Can we do this after I wash my face?”
He squeezes Kitayama’s hand and brings it to his lips. “As you wish.”