[one-shot] It's A Secret (Kitayama/Tottsu)
Title: It’s A Secret
Fandom: Kis-My-Ft2&ABC-Z (Kitayama/Tottsu)
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I don’t own them at the moment, but I’m working on that so get back to me later.
Summary: Tottsu knows something other people can only wish they knew.
A huge thanks to snowqueenofhoth for the beta. Oh. And thank you Junta (BAD) for the title. ^_-
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It really has been a long time since they’ve been able to be together like this-Kitayama with Kisumai’s tour and Tottsu with Kabuki-but now that they’re here, neither of them wants to take the opportunity for granted.
Running a hand through Kitayama’s dark hair, Tottsu murmurs, “It’s been a long time.”
Kitayama looks up at him, the low-lidded look that always gives him goose bumps.
“Too long,” Kitayama replies, pulling him down into a slow kiss. They haven’t had a lot to drink, but Tottsu can taste the wine on Kitayama’s tongue.
Using the weight of his body, Tottsu presses Kitayama back into the mattress and deepens the kiss until they’re fighting for control.
Tottsu eventually gives in and lets Kitayama roll them over so that he’s on the bottom. Holding back a small chuckle, he makes himself comfortable among the pillows. He’s heard other people complain that Kitayama makes them do all the work. Tottsu thinks that other people are just doing it wrong.
Before Kitayama can catch on, Tottsu reaches up to tangle his hands in Kitayama’s hair and pulls him down for another open-mouthed kiss. It’s not long before they’re trying to grind their hips together, but it’s not enough.
“Too much clothes,” Kitayama mutters into the kiss and Tottsu is in full agreement, getting his hands between them to undo Kitayama’s buckle. When he can’t get it undone the first time, he gives Kitayama a look.
“What is wrong with this belt?” he demands. It’s loopy, has more metal than it should, and won’t budge.
Pushing his hips up a bit, Kitayama stops unbuttoning Tottsu’s pants to help. “It’s designer.”
“It’s in my way.”
Both finally freed of clothing, Kitayama grinds his hips down properly and they both let out guttural moans.
“Hiromitsu,” Tottsu whispers, always loving the way the name just rolls off his tongue.
Beyond guiding Kitayama’s mouth down to his neck, he lets Kitayama think he’s in charge, letting him take his time licking and sucking on the sensitive spots that he used to be so familiar with. “Hiromitsu…” he murmurs again, this time letting it come out with a moan.
As with anyone, if you make them want it enough, chances are that you can just sit back and enjoy the ride. The trick with Kitayama is that moaning his given name will go straight to his dick, not that he has any intention of sharing that information with anyone else, especially not Kitayama.
“Ngh… fuck,” Kitayama lets out, voice rough, when Tottsu does it again. “Let go for a sec so I can grab the lube.”
Tottsu watches him through low-lidded eyes as he reaches into the bedside drawer. When he comes back, Tottsu cooperates by pulling his knees up so that Kitayama has easier access.
“More,” he finds himself saying almost immediately after Kitayama inserts the first digit… and then again at the second.
Kitayama chuckles. “You have rehearsal tomorrow. You need to be able to move, you know.”
Even if it sounds like he’s being scolded like an overly eager child, Tottsu just smiles. “I assure that I can handle anything you dish out, Hiromitsu.” Arching his back a little, he pushes down against Kitayama’s hand and squeezes around it in the same motion, feeling smug when he feels the shiver that runs through Kitayama’s body and sees him shut his eyes tightly.
When Kitayama opens his eyes again, they’re dark with want and Tottsu’s breath catches a little. “Hiromitsu…”
Kitayama removes his fingers to rip open the condom, but he’s shaking a little. When he can’t manage it the first time, Tottsu plucks the package out of his hands to do it for him. Stroking him firmly a few times, he rolls it over Kitayama’s hard length, having to swallow a moan of anticipation.
Hands still a little shaky, Kitayama pauses at his entrance. When Tottsu looks up at him questioningly, Kitayama says, “Remember what you said… ‘cause I’m not so sure how much I’ll be able to hold back.”
Tottsu smiles a little at this. “Gimme.”
Truth be told, he probably should have let Kitayama prepare him a little bit better, but when Kitayama finally pushes in, he honestly can’t say he cares. All the way in, Kitayama stops, probably to give Tottsu a chance to relax, but Tottsu doesn’t want it. He runs warm hands up Kitayama’s arms, trying to soothe away the tension he knows is holding the remains of Kitayama’s self-control in check. Closing his eyes, Tottsu takes a deep breath before clenching around Kitayama, earning him a sharp cry.
“Don’t… I can’t…”
Tottsu reaches up to pull Kitayama down for another kiss. “Fuck me,” he murmurs against the other’s lips and then wraps his legs around Kitayama’s waist.
Kitayama sets a fast rhythm and it’s just what Tottsu had been aiming for. Managing to get a hand in between them, he strokes himself in time with Kitayama’s thrusts. He lets out a long moan when Kitayama’s hand, still slick with lube, joins his.
“Close,” Tottsu manages, unable to stroke himself, letting Kitayama take over. Even though Kitayama doesn’t say it, Tottsu can tell that he’s close too when his rhythm suddenly jumps. “Hiromitsu… come for me.”
Kitayama slams himself in deep and lets out one last moan. Feeling him spasm inside him as he comes, Tottsu falls over the edge as well, warm fluid splashing across his chest.
Kitayama collapses against his chest, completely spent, and Tottsu feels pretty content himself. They stay that way until the mess caught in between them starts to get tacky and he taps Kitayama’s shoulder to get him to move. Tottsu chuckles when he gets a grunt in return. “Hiromitsu…”
Kitayama rolls onto his back, but doesn’t look like he’s going to move any more than that. A small smile on his face, Tottsu gets up to grab a warm washcloth from the bathroom. He cleans both of them up, tossing the used condom into the trash and the dirty towel into the laundry basket.
“You’re kinda useless, you know that?”
Kitayama doesn’t open his eyes, but mutters, “I’m always more exhausted when it’s with you. Why is that?”
Grinning, Tottsu climbs back in bed, pulling the blankets over him as he does so. “Why indeed.”
Works every time.
OWARI