fanfic: Thong-Magic
Title: Thong-Magic
Author: yume16
Disclaimer: I don't own people, but the crap my mind sprouts.
Beta: -
Pairing(s): KitaFuji, mentions of MiyaTama, honorable cameo of T&T
Rating: NC-17
Genre: crack
Warnings: un-betaed, stupidity, exhibition, bondage, (Kitayama and Fujigaya deserve a warning, too)
Summary: Fujigaya's thong goes missing. Kitayama feels sardistc. Trouble and Kisumai ensure.
Author Notes: Today was day of idots, which made me really bitchy. It certainly shows in my writing and I don't think I had such a long list of warnings before.
Thong-Magic
"Where the hell is my pink leopard print G-string?"
"Anyone ever considered recording Fujigaya? We could sell millions with such a CD." Kitayama commented lazily.
Nikaido mutely held up his cell phone and Fujigaya's voice hollered from it.
"Good boy." Kitayama said like a satisfied parent and ignored the pillow that hit him square in the face like it was only a fly circling his nose.
"Where the hell is it? If I catch anyone wearing my thong, I swear..." Fujigaya left the threat unfinished and Nikaido pressed pause on his phone.
"Fujigaya, not everyone has an as impeccable taste as you do." Kitayama said in the most serious voice he could manage.
"Pink is genius. Leopard print is genius. G-strings are genius. That is triple genius, but of course you wouldn't understand that."
"I am such a poor soul."
Tamamori snickered at Kitayama's overly dramatic face. Fujigaya glared and turned his bag upside down.
"I am sure you are going to find it." Yokoo said who had just stopped cleaning up the table in their dressing room and watched with a frown as Fujigaya threw the content of his bag on it. "A thong can't just disappear."
"It fits so well." Fujigaya complained.
"Thongs always feel uncomfortable between the buttocks. How can you even miss such a thing?" Tamamori said and wrinkled his nose.
"You just wear the wrong ones." Fujigaya waved his band mate off.
"It's not like Toshiya would leave it on me for long anyway. Why bother?"
Nikaido and Senga made catcalls and Miyata blushed to the roots of his hair.
"Well there is that, but it is possible to fuck someone with a thong still on." Yokoo pointed out and received suspicious looks from his band mates.
"What? I can have sex every day just like everyone else."
"Every day?" Miyata asked astonished and Tamamori rubbed his ass as if only imagining it, hurt his precious butt-san.
"You don't?" Yokoo asked incredulous.
"Fujigaya your title is in danger. Fangs is stealing it." Kitayama teased.
Yokoo flashed his fangs for effect and Fujigaya looked up annoyed from his search.
"Sex with me is just fabulous. No need for concern. Suke-chan works perfectly." Fujigaya snapped. He got irritated when his thong went missing.
"Now we all know the name of Fujigaya's dick." Tamamori chirmed in.
"So what?" Fujigaya grumbled.
"You think it would perk up if we called out to it on stage?" Kitayama mused and this time a magazine hit his forehead.
"Suke-chan~" Nikaido cooed and Fujigaya cracked his knuckles.
"No fun." Senga pouted.
"I am inspecting your bags for items of dubious origin and leopard print." Fujigaya declared and ignored Senga's attempt at being cute.
"We do not want to know where you got that thong, do we?" Miyata asked.
"No, you don't." Fujigaya said and grabbed Kitayama's bag. "My flatiron is still hot. You may come forward and beg on your knees for forgiveness now. In my gorgeousness and graciousness, I might forgive you and spare your low midget life."
"Better to have a sexy ass than to be an overblown one. Don't you think?"
"Let's forget the bag." Fujigaya said and grabbed his flatiron, but before he could even move one step towards Kitayama, Miyata and Yokoo wrestled his weapon of choice out of his hand and he found himself flat on the floor.
Smiling like the smug bastard he was, Kitayama lounged on the couch and looked down at Fujigaya, who growled up at him.
"Finally where you belong?"
There was a noise between a hiss and a screech and Fujigaya had his hands in Kitayama's collar and tugged. Kitayama wasn't much of a man to stand his ground when pulled, because seriously, how much could he even get on a scale without being fat, and he tumbled on the ground right on top of Fujigaya.
"If that is what you wanted, you could have just said so." Kitayama said unfazed by being relocated and dived in right for Fujigaya's mouth.
Their teeth clang together, because Fujigaya had a thing or two to say about that, but they would never know. The F of their group grew still, eyes as big as saucers and cheeks redder than they had ever been. Of course, it was a serious shock to him that his precious lips with premium-quality strawberry lip balm got assaulted like that.
"Where is the damn confetti when needed?" Yokoo grumbled and searched in his bag. "Hold the kiss a little longer, just a second."
"Maybe it is on a date with Fujigaya's thong." Tamamori said while staring interestedly at the other two front men.
Fujigaya seemed to be still under shock while Kitayama throughout devoured him.
"My confetti is faithful."
"Yokoo-chan is becoming a second Tama-chan." Senga noted.
"There can't be a second Tama." Miyata immediately interjected.
"Yeah, because if Yokoo-chan spoke to everything he cleaned up, our dressing room would be a definite mess forever."
"I don't talk to everything." Tamamori said and frowned at Nikaido, who lifted an eyebrow at him.
"Yeah sure."
"Don't bully Yuta!" Miyata exclaimed and pulled a displeased Tamamori into his arms.
"The confetti!" Yokoo said and stopped a sure fight. Fitting for the occasion, Yokoo pulled out two bags and emptied them over the heads of Kitayama and Fujigaya. Red and pink paper shavings settled in their hair.
"Aww, your confetti is colour-coded!" Senga said delighted and looked into Yokoo's bag for his own confetti.
"Now now, wait till you get your own lover." Yokoo chided and slapped the bag with the blue snippets out of Senga's hands. Their youngest pouted, but didn't stand a chance. Not even the king of pouts had managed to soften Yokoo's heart. A defeat which still made Fujigaya profusely pout. Not that it helped any.
Kitayama stopped their kiss with a slurping noise and pulled back satisfied. Fujigaya was lying flat on his back and stared unblinking at the ceiling.
"Not that I minded to kiss him or anything, but breathing is important. You were slow, Wataru."
Yokoo lifted his hands in surrender.
"Next time give a warning before you kiss anyone and I will have the confetti ready."
"As if I could kiss Fujigaya with a warning." Kitayama said with a broad grin. There was some movement under him and Fujigaya smacked his palm against Kitayama's forehead.
"You know, you might not believe it, but I actually use that head for thinking and work, so would you please let it do that?" Kitayama said and rubbed his temple.
Fujigaya stared up at the older one with still red cheeks. Whether they were red because of embarrassment or anger would still have to be determined.
"Why you little damn chibi midget!"
Anger seemed to be a good bet, Kitayama figured.
"I am not triple small, you moron. I am simple small." Being called small in three different ways in one sentence was a special talent in creativity. One had to give Fujigaya respect where it was due.
"I recorded that, too." Nikaido piqued up and Fujigaya growled.
"You are making that up to me." Fujigaya said in a deathly calm.
"How refreshing. Usually, I get told to keep going and to introduce Kitayama-junior." Kitayama said with a smirk that would never be seen on TV.
"Now that name is plain uncreative." Miyata assessed.
"I named Miyata's dick after myself." Tamamori informed them breezily and Miyata's cheeks were true rivals for Fujigaya's as they turned bright red.
"You want me to call my dick Tai-chan? Wouldn't that be confusing? Tai-chan please suck Tai-can. In the end, my dick might even try to suck on Taisuke's neck. If someone sucks that neck, than me."
"So you are saying your dick is not a part of you?" Yokoo asked amused.
"Now that is a truly interesting question." Kitayama wondered.
"The truly interesting question here is why Kitayama's dick can suck." Nikaido raised the question and they all contemplated it.
"Bullshit. The true question here is why he should even name his dick after me!" Fujigaya said and tried to pull his legs out from under Kitayama, who cooperated as much as a sloth.
Senga waved Fujigaya off.
"You are lovers. That's why." The youngest said as if that cleared everything. And to Fujigaya's displeasure, for the rest of the group it seemed to be the case.
"We are not."
"You kissed." Miyata reminded Fujigaya.
"That was a sudden, unexpected and stealthy surprise attack." The other defended himself.
"I sound like James Bond. Cool." Kitayama said amused and watched even more amused as Fujigaya tried to get him off himself.
"James Bond is not short." Fujigaya grumbled.
"Bond-san gets all his women." Tamamori mused and Kitayama smiled.
"Of course I do."
"I am not a woman!" Fujigaya said and pushed at Kitayama's hips.
"But you feel nice enough." The oldest of their group said and moved hands under Fujigaya's shirt. There was an utterly manly shriek and Fujigaya tried to scramble unsuccessfully away.
"Aren't they cute?" Senga said in his best grandmother voice and Kisumai cooed at their two lead singers.
"Your ass is too heavy!"
"Who said gorgeousness is light?"
Fujigaya sent Kitayama a sour look and kept shoving at him.
"I am condemning you all to search for my thong." Fujigaya finally declared and wiggled out from under Kitayama after pinching his ass.
"Ouch, our princess is moody." Kitayama said and rubbed his left buttock.
"Now really?" Nikaido said sarcastically.
"But I thought I am the princess." Tamamori tilted his head confused.
"The title is all yours." Fujigaya said with mock-graciousness. Tamamori beamed and flicked Miyata's nose because he could and felt like it. His lover smiled at the attention.
"Why should we even search for your thong?" Senga finally wondered.
"Because if you don't..." Fujigaya made a pause for dramatic effect. "I'll ask Kawaii to come into our dressing room and sing arias."
The rest of Kisumai winced. There were certain things, one shouldn't experience twice and that was certainly one of them.
"Alright." Miyata agreed and the others mumbled their okay as well.
Triumphantly, Fujigaya grinned and arranged search groups.
"Where the hell could that damn thong be?" Yokoo grumbled as he walked along a long corridor together with Kitayama and Nikaido.
"We wouldn't search if we knew, now would we?" Kitayama answered and shrugged his shoulders.
Their leader opened the door to the dressing room of Hey!Say!Jump and bellowed into it.
"Has anyone seen a pink leopard print G-string?" Kitayama frowned at the phone being held in front of his mouth.
"If a CD with Fujigaya sells well, than one with you and Fujigaya saying impossible things will sell even better."
"That brat learns too fast." Their leader grumbled.
"I wonder whose fault that is." Yokoo noted and sent Kitayama a look.
"I am totally innocent." And with that Kitayama went into the dressing room and the ruckus started.
Twenty minutes later they stepped back out of the room.
"Who would have thought a thong could create such uproar." Nikaido sighed.
"Yeah, especially since Jump is said to have sleepovers. A thong shouldn't shock them."
"Not in every mind sleepover equals orgy." Yokoo threw in and Kitayama received another pointed look.
"Who is the guy here with the active libido?" Their leader countered and Yokoo had at least the tendency to blush slightly.
"Where do we go next?" Nikaido asked and Yokoo pointed at the next door. It was the dressing room of Tackey and Tsubasa.
"We are searching for a thong." Kitayama declared after they had knocked and entered.
The two men looked at each other before Tackey jumped up.
"What kind of thong are you looking for?" He asked and pulled out a box from his locker. Before either of them could say a word, Tackey laid out his goodies.
"Blue with purple paste gems? Yellow with green feathers? Black with see-through fabric? For this one I have even suspender belts in case you are looking. And of course my red lace piece. That truly drives a man wild." Tackey winked at Tsubasa and a grin stole its way over the other's lips.
"Well actually, we are looking for one with leopard print." Kitayama said, but he was again prevented from finishing as this time Tsubasa jumped up.
"It is time for my collection! Green leopard print with black. Golden leopard print with black. Red leopard print with black and black leopard print with silver and a chain attached to it." Tsubasa said proudly.
"Oh I don't know this one." Tackey said and picked the one with the chain up. "Looks nice."
Tsubasa waggled his eyebrows.
"Want to break it in after we helped our cute juniors?"
"Oh yes." Tackey answered and Nikaido coughed to subtly burst their bubble.
"That's not truly what we are looking for either. It's pink." Yokoo said while looking impressed at the collection laid out for their awe.
"Similar to this one?" Tsubasa asked and pulled out a thong that was a mixture of pink and purple leopard print."
"Not quite. Rather like that." Kitayama asked, pulled the pink thong out of his pocket and let their seniors inspect it.
"Quite a nice piece you have there. It is pink with leopard print and even has glitter." Tackey said awed.
"No, sorry. We can't help you." Tsubasa apologized.
Saying their thanks, they left.
"Those were a lot of thongs." Nikaido said and the other two nodded.
"Wait..." Yokoo said slowly till he swirled around and pointed at Kitayama. "You! You stole Taisuke's thong."
"Sometimes things happen." Kitayama said nonchalantly.
"What do we learn from that?" Yokoo said and sighed.
"To never bring thongs to work?" Nikaido tried.
"That Suke-chan is really small?"
"What?" Yokoo blinked at the oldest.
"Yeah well, I mean look." Kitayama pulled the thong out for demonstration. "If Suke-chan is supposed to fit in there, he is a really small Suke-chan."
The three men contemplated Fujigaya's most loved piece of clothing.
"Well this thong truly honours the name G-string." Yokoo assessed.
"They just left enough fabric for the leopard print to be recognizable."
"Don't forget the glitter." Kitayama added.
"The glitter is important after all." Yokoo said.
"Making a thong is some kind of higher art." Nikaido said philosophically.
"Maybe I wouldn't go that far." Yokoo speculated.
"We still don't know what we have learned from this though." Nikaido reminded them and looked at Yokoo expectantly.
"To never trust your leader of course." Yokoo said and shrugged.
"Well now that is a given." Kitayama remarked and looked at them with a 'duh-are you idiots' face.
"Oh, okay." Nikaido said. "And now? I mean, now that we have found the thong?"
"Do you think I could bully Fujigaya into giving me a blowjob with this?" Kitayama asked contemplating as he spun the thong on his finger.
"Probably." Yokoo conceded.
"Do you think I could bully him into letting me fuck him with him wearing the thong?"
"Nope." Yokoo immediately said and Kitayama pouted as if the other had crushed his biggest hope.
"Why not?" Nikaido asked curiously.
"Because if Fujigaya is already wearing the thong, you have nothing to blackmail him with." Yokoo explained calmly.
"Watta is a genius."
"Why did we again say the brat learns too fast?" Kitayama quipped and Yokoo glared.
"Let's return to the dressing room." Nikaido said chipper and took each of the older two by an arm and dragged them along.
"How could that even happen!" Fujigaya was pacing up and down their room and it seemed he had already returned with his search unit. "I can't find it anywhere!"
"Aren't you lucky we were that successful? We got the sexy little thing." Kitayama said and Fujigaya clapped his hands delighted.
"Where was it?" Fujigaya asked as Kitayama pulled out the good piece, but prevented him from reaching for it.
"It might have inexplicably somehow ended up in my pocket by utter chance."
"I am not that stupid." Fujigaya growled and glared after he had taken a double take on that sentence.
"Bond-san might have helped. People with the same level of sexiness need to support each other."
"Having my thong in your pocket supports you?" Fujigaya asked Kitayama and the older one shrugged his shoulders.
"You should feel flattered."
"Right, because getting my things stolen is such a flattering gesture." Fujigaya said sarcastically.
"My mom told me that in kindergarten if a boy steals a girl's things, he is in love and doesn't know any better way to get her attention." Senga said seriously. "Therefore, I only stole stuff of boys to confuse them." The youngest beamed because he had been such an intelligent kid.
"Doesn't that mean we have evaluated Mitsu's mental age?" Nikaido said and giggled. Their leader frowned at that.
"I am not four years old." Their oldest pouted.
"Just a tip, but you shouldn't pout when you want to look older than six." Miyata leant conspiratorially closer to Kitayama.
"Things have taken a turn for the better. Let's rather bully Kitayama than me." Fujigaya said entirely too smug.
Kitayama cocked his head, pursed his lips, picked up the scissor that was lying on the table and it followed a loud screech.
Fujigaya hurled himself at Kitayama to somehow prevent him from cutting his precious thong to pieces.
"What were you saying again?" Kitayama asked while making a face as if he really couldn't remember. Fujigaya ground his teeth, but immediately stopped as the scissor moved closer to his thong.
"Please, bully me."
Miyata grunted as he choked on his water and stared at the thong in Kitayama's hand that had actually managed to make Fujigaya, the Fujigaya -Sadism- Taisuke, say something like "bully me".
"The thong is magic!" Senga exclaimed.
"Do you think we can get thong-magic if we touch it?" Nikaido asked excitedly.
Tamamori seemed to consider the younger one's words and reached out and touched the thong. Then he pointed at Miyata.
"Massage my shoulders."
Miyata opened his mouth, closed it again and then moved behind his best friend to do his bidding.
"Definitely works." Tamamori said and sighed contently as the tight knots in his back unravelled under Miyata's gentle fingers.
"I am not really sure if that counts." Yokoo said and sent those two a dubious glance.
"Tama should be careful. Combining Tama-magic and thong-magic might cause for both to be useless."
Tamamori shrieked appalled.
"I love you, Yuta. Don't worry." Miyata reassured and Tamamori even let the other hug him for several seconds before telling him his shoulders were not going to massage themselves.
"So, what do you want?" Fujigaya eventually pressed out since Kitayama still had the scissors dangerously close to his beloved thong.
"Interesting that you are asking." Kitayama said lazily and sauntered over to the couch. Keeping Fujigaya in suspense, he suspected the thong closely. "Tacky and Tsubasa enlightened me concerning thongs. This is quite a special piece, is it not?"
Kisumai exchange glances. Kitayama had Fujigaya exactly where he wanted him. There were people where you didn't need to grab them by the balls to get what you wanted, but the thing covering their balls.
"Yes." Fujigaya pressed out through clenched teeth.
"In my gorgeousness and graciousness, I might forgive your hot-headedness and make time for you tonight."
"Stealing someone else's words?" Fujigaya hissed.
"Nope, just rubbing in my victory." Kitayama grinned boyishly and held the thong up for Fujigaya to see.
"And what might I do tonight to our gorgeous and gracious midget king?" Fujigaya mocked and bowed insincerely.
"You miss the whole point. 167 centimtres of gorgeousness in one spot is more than enough. I don't want to cause heart attacks my whole life. You should be thankful I considered your health when growing up."
Fujigaya's mouth fell open at so much self-assurance.
"That is already a good start." Kitayama pointed at his open mouth and Fujigaya snapped it shut. "But we have a responsibility towards the younger ones." The older one continued seriously. "Now that Yokoo-chan has put the idea of fucking with a thong still on into the room, we have the duty to inspect the safety issues of this idea. The younger ones are doomed to try it out and as two of the oldest, it is only right to scarify ourselves."
Fujigaya stood mutely in the room as he was faced by the incredible logic that was Kitayama Hiromitsu's. Now, the only question that was left to answer, was whether he should laugh or cry at the absurdity.
"I think there was a short-circuit in my brain just now." Fujigaya finally said.
"It happens to the best of us." Nikaido said soothingly and Fujigaya sent him a slightly crazed look.
Satisfied, Kitayama folded the thong in front of Fujigaya's eyes and pocketed it.
"It's a date." The oldest winked and then settled down on the couch to have a nap. He had been exerting himself quite a bit.
Unsuccessfully, Fujigaya tried several times to steal the precious treasure, but to their all surprise Kitayama was as sharp as a lynx, even when seeming asleep.
"Kitayama is really interested in meeting Suke-chan." Tamamori commented innocently.
"I think he is rather interested in Suke-butt-chan." Yokoo corrected and Fujigaya pouted.
"My butt is precious."
"My dick, too." Kitayama said with closed eyes.
"Stop listening in!"
"Stop talking about relevant topics."
Fujigaya growled. Well, two could play that game.
Fujigaya finished work later than Kitayama, but that was just fine with him. He drove to the other's flat when he was finished.
"Here to retriever your treasure?" Kitayama asked cockily after opening the door.
"And I will get it." Fujigaya said. Pushing the other backwards, Fujigaya moved into the flat. Like it was expected, he took off his shoes in the entrance, but he didn't stop there.
Dumbstruck, Kitayama stared at the pile of clothing in front of his feet and hurried after his naughty guest after some seconds of shock. Fujigaya stood completely naked in the middle of Kitayama's living room with his back to the other. Teasingly, he looked over his shoulder and let his hands glide over his butt.
Swallowing hard, Kitayama stepped closer. There were other things that were certainly getting hard.
"I am getting cold. Don't you think I should put something on?" Fujigaya sent Kitayama a coy look and rubbed his ass as if wanting to warm it up. Kitayama had to wipe over his mouth to make sure he wasn't salivating. The older one pulled the thong out of his pocket.
"Put it on me." Fujigaya purred. Almost robotically and too shocked to react any other way, Kitayama obeyed. Moving close behind Fujigaya, he let the other step into the thong and pulled it up the tanned legs.
Kitayama almost hissed in pain as Fujigaya turned with the thong leaving nothing to the imagination. If Kitayama didn't free his cock soon, it was going to be torture. Fujigaya leant in for a kiss and Kitayama's tongue was more than eager to battle with him. Dancing his fingers teasingly over the buttons, Fujigaya slowly opened them while Kitayama pulled him closer by the waist.
The younger one ended the kiss with a bit to the plump bottom lip of the other. Kitayama groaned.
"Now, let's see whether Kitayama-junior can satisfy me." Fujigaya breathed against the other's lips. Being especially slow and clumsy, Fujigaya took his time to open the belt and the button and zipper. With a moan, Kitayama pressed his cock against Fujigaya's palm when he was finally freed of the jean. There was already a wet patch over the dripping tip.
"Promising." Fujigaya teased and leant down to kiss Kitayama's collarbone. Continuing his path down, he nipped and licked at the warm skin. When he swivelled his tongue into Kitayama's navel, the other placed a hand in his nap and gripped the lower part of his head. Fujigaya kissed further down and pulled the boxer brief down.
Without any hesitation, he swallowed Kitayama till he hit the back of his throat. Short taken, Kitayama gripped his shoulders to stay upright.
Fujigaya moaned and let the cock slip out far enough to suck at it. When he felt blunt nails dig into his shoulder, he let the cock slip completely out of his mouth and gave one last lick to the underside of the tip. Kitayama was breathing hard and his bangs already clung to his forehead. Standing back up, Fujigaya grabbed Kitayama by his unbuttoned shirt and pushed him backwards to the closest chair. Giving the other a hard shove, Kitayama tumbled on the chair.
"I wouldn't want you to tumble over me as I pleasure you." Fujigaya said before giving Kitayama one last mind numbing kiss. Moving down again, he slipped the hard and leaking cock right back into his mouth. Making sure to lock eyes, Fujigaya alternated between sucking and deep-throating the other. Kitayama's eyes were glued to his face as he made as much of a mess as he could. Feeling hands grip his hair, Fujigaya groaned and the vibrations sent Kitayama even deeper down the abyss of pleasure. Taking Kitayama's free hand, Fujigaya intertwined their fingers for a while and then freed the fingers from his hair and did the same with the other one. Speeding up the bobbing of his head, he pushed Kitayama right over the edge.
Kitayama looked at him with clouded eyes as Fujigaya let go of the inflating cock with a pop. Letting the cum in his mouth, drip out of his mouth on Kitayama's exposed chest, Fujigaya wiped the rest off with a satisfied smile.
"What a pity, you came already. What about me?"
Kitayama blinked at him as if having awoken from a dream.
"I can go again. I swear."
"I don't think you can." Fujigaya said and sighed dramatically.
"Of course I can." Kitayama frowned and wanted to get up to prove Fujigaya just how great his stamina was. A second time this evening, he stilled dumbstruck.
Fujigaya didn't even try to hide his sly smirk anymore.
"See, I told you, you can't."
Kitayama shook his wrists and the handcuffs keeping him on the chair rattled.
"How?"
"Well, I placed them under the chair as I went into the room before you. When your dick was the only thing in your mind and in my mouth, it was easy to cuff you." Fujigaya made the innocent face of a child knowing it had done something naughty.
"You devil." Kitayama growled.
"I didn't expect you to compliment me. What a nice loser you are."
"Take off the handcuffs."
"What can I do, I don't feel like it." Fujigaya smiled sweetly. "I have work early tomorrow. Now that we are done playing, I should go home." Fujigaya left the room with a sway to his hips. Kitayama bit his lip as he was temporally faced with a hardly covered butt.
He did panic when Fujigaya really left the room.
"Fujigaya!"
Nothing happened.
"Fujigaya Taisuke!"
The younger one stuck his head back into the room.
"You might be lucky."
Kitayama relaxed relieved. For a second, he had really thought the other would leave him hanging.
"Your cock aroused me enough, that I have a problem now." Fujigaya stepped back into the room and cupped his member through the thong.
"That's not a problem at all. I'll take really good care of you. I promise."
"Really?" Fujigaya stepped closer.
"Of course! So, please un-cuff me."
"I don't think so."
"What?"
"All I need to do before leaving is to take care of my erection." Fujigaya explained, turned his back to Kitayama and got on his knees in front of him.
The older one got a really bad feeling about this.
Fujigaya popped open a tube of lube and coated his fingers with it. Placing his forehead on the carpet, he spread with index and middle finger his buttocks apart and with the other hand pushed the string of his thong aside.
Kitayama chocked on thin air.
Teasing his hole with one finger, Fujigaya moaned as he slipped it into himself. Moaning, he pushed it in and out. Moving his hips along provocatively, he pressed inside another finger. The pitch of his moans rose with the number of fingers that went into his easily stretching hole. Kitayama could tell, this wasn't the first time for the other. While he certainly got a seat which could be considered VIP category, it was pure torture to have to watch without being able to touch at all.
"Let me touch you."
But Fujigaya ignored the pleading. Instead, he sped up his movements and thrust his fingers into himself in a fast rhythm. His body started shuddering and Kitayama stared wide-eyed as it seemed like the other's asshole was trying to suck in the thrusting fingers.
Fujigaya breathed hard and let himself drop limply on his side on the floor after a long drawn out moan had left his mouth.
"You are such an exhibitionist."
Fujigaya laughed weakly.
"What can I do? I am an idol."
"When you were so eager, I should have realized you were up to something."
Fujigaya dragged his body around enough to be able to look at Kitayama. Seeing Fujigaya right after orgasm, left Kitayama speechless and awed. The other looked utterly defenceless. A raw sight.
"I got you right where I wanted you, but even you might learn from your mistakes."
"How gracious of you."
"My kindness can't be surpassed."
"Will you un-cuff me now?"
"Nope."
Kitayama stared at Fujigaya horrified.
"What else do you want?"
"You touched something of great importance to me." Fujigaya said with mock-serious.
"Oh come on, you got your revenge."
"Let me wax your legs."
There was a long silence as Kitayama stared at Fujigaya in utter shock and disbelieve.
"Have you lost your mind?" The older one only had to imagine the amused looks as he changed costumes and the taunting questions. One couldn't survive in an all male company with waxed legs. That was like castrating himself.
"I got a crack as several neurons in my brain went into overload as you threatened to cut my thong." Fujigaya said nonchalantly.
"You..." Kitayama growled.
"...are the cutest being on earth. I know." Fujigaya blew the other a kiss and went to get some toilet paper. He staggered slightly, but cleaned up the mess on his thighs and floor.
Kitayama rattled on the cuffs in frustration. He tried to move with the chair and somehow get them off, but it didn't work.
Fujigaya watched amused for a few minutes.
"Would you mind if I slept in your bed? I am too tired to drive." Without waiting for an answer, Fujigaya yawned and shuffled off. Kitayama could hear the other drop himself on his bed with an 'ompf'.
Sourly, he stared at the floor in front of himself.
Fujigaya was totally going to keep him on the chair all night. He knew it.
"Okay, do your devilish and degrading act. I am so going to sleep in my bed tonight." Kitayama screamed. Fujigaya bounced back into the room way too chipper and clapped his hands delighted. Hurrying back to the entrance area, he soon returned with his equipment for torture.
Kitayama screamed for all his lungs were worth.
In the morning, Kitayama yawned groggily and looked at an already way too awake Fujigaya. The other had already shoved the blanket off and was lying on his tummy.
Licking his lips, Kitayama looked at the ass being presented to him with only a thin string parting the buttocks. Last night, he had been in too much pain to get it up for another time. Fujigaya slapped his fingers away as he tried to reach for the ass.
"Next time you should be more careful, who you are playing with." The younger one stuck his tongue out and rolled out of bed.
"I am so going to get you into bed with me."
Fujigaya grinned.
"Do your worst. So will I."
Author: yume16
Disclaimer: I don't own people, but the crap my mind sprouts.
Beta: -
Pairing(s): KitaFuji, mentions of MiyaTama, honorable cameo of T&T
Rating: NC-17
Genre: crack
Warnings: un-betaed, stupidity, exhibition, bondage, (Kitayama and Fujigaya deserve a warning, too)
Summary: Fujigaya's thong goes missing. Kitayama feels sardistc. Trouble and Kisumai ensure.
Author Notes: Today was day of idots, which made me really bitchy. It certainly shows in my writing and I don't think I had such a long list of warnings before.
Thong-Magic
"Where the hell is my pink leopard print G-string?"
"Anyone ever considered recording Fujigaya? We could sell millions with such a CD." Kitayama commented lazily.
Nikaido mutely held up his cell phone and Fujigaya's voice hollered from it.
"Good boy." Kitayama said like a satisfied parent and ignored the pillow that hit him square in the face like it was only a fly circling his nose.
"Where the hell is it? If I catch anyone wearing my thong, I swear..." Fujigaya left the threat unfinished and Nikaido pressed pause on his phone.
"Fujigaya, not everyone has an as impeccable taste as you do." Kitayama said in the most serious voice he could manage.
"Pink is genius. Leopard print is genius. G-strings are genius. That is triple genius, but of course you wouldn't understand that."
"I am such a poor soul."
Tamamori snickered at Kitayama's overly dramatic face. Fujigaya glared and turned his bag upside down.
"I am sure you are going to find it." Yokoo said who had just stopped cleaning up the table in their dressing room and watched with a frown as Fujigaya threw the content of his bag on it. "A thong can't just disappear."
"It fits so well." Fujigaya complained.
"Thongs always feel uncomfortable between the buttocks. How can you even miss such a thing?" Tamamori said and wrinkled his nose.
"You just wear the wrong ones." Fujigaya waved his band mate off.
"It's not like Toshiya would leave it on me for long anyway. Why bother?"
Nikaido and Senga made catcalls and Miyata blushed to the roots of his hair.
"Well there is that, but it is possible to fuck someone with a thong still on." Yokoo pointed out and received suspicious looks from his band mates.
"What? I can have sex every day just like everyone else."
"Every day?" Miyata asked astonished and Tamamori rubbed his ass as if only imagining it, hurt his precious butt-san.
"You don't?" Yokoo asked incredulous.
"Fujigaya your title is in danger. Fangs is stealing it." Kitayama teased.
Yokoo flashed his fangs for effect and Fujigaya looked up annoyed from his search.
"Sex with me is just fabulous. No need for concern. Suke-chan works perfectly." Fujigaya snapped. He got irritated when his thong went missing.
"Now we all know the name of Fujigaya's dick." Tamamori chirmed in.
"So what?" Fujigaya grumbled.
"You think it would perk up if we called out to it on stage?" Kitayama mused and this time a magazine hit his forehead.
"Suke-chan~" Nikaido cooed and Fujigaya cracked his knuckles.
"No fun." Senga pouted.
"I am inspecting your bags for items of dubious origin and leopard print." Fujigaya declared and ignored Senga's attempt at being cute.
"We do not want to know where you got that thong, do we?" Miyata asked.
"No, you don't." Fujigaya said and grabbed Kitayama's bag. "My flatiron is still hot. You may come forward and beg on your knees for forgiveness now. In my gorgeousness and graciousness, I might forgive you and spare your low midget life."
"Better to have a sexy ass than to be an overblown one. Don't you think?"
"Let's forget the bag." Fujigaya said and grabbed his flatiron, but before he could even move one step towards Kitayama, Miyata and Yokoo wrestled his weapon of choice out of his hand and he found himself flat on the floor.
Smiling like the smug bastard he was, Kitayama lounged on the couch and looked down at Fujigaya, who growled up at him.
"Finally where you belong?"
There was a noise between a hiss and a screech and Fujigaya had his hands in Kitayama's collar and tugged. Kitayama wasn't much of a man to stand his ground when pulled, because seriously, how much could he even get on a scale without being fat, and he tumbled on the ground right on top of Fujigaya.
"If that is what you wanted, you could have just said so." Kitayama said unfazed by being relocated and dived in right for Fujigaya's mouth.
Their teeth clang together, because Fujigaya had a thing or two to say about that, but they would never know. The F of their group grew still, eyes as big as saucers and cheeks redder than they had ever been. Of course, it was a serious shock to him that his precious lips with premium-quality strawberry lip balm got assaulted like that.
"Where is the damn confetti when needed?" Yokoo grumbled and searched in his bag. "Hold the kiss a little longer, just a second."
"Maybe it is on a date with Fujigaya's thong." Tamamori said while staring interestedly at the other two front men.
Fujigaya seemed to be still under shock while Kitayama throughout devoured him.
"My confetti is faithful."
"Yokoo-chan is becoming a second Tama-chan." Senga noted.
"There can't be a second Tama." Miyata immediately interjected.
"Yeah, because if Yokoo-chan spoke to everything he cleaned up, our dressing room would be a definite mess forever."
"I don't talk to everything." Tamamori said and frowned at Nikaido, who lifted an eyebrow at him.
"Yeah sure."
"Don't bully Yuta!" Miyata exclaimed and pulled a displeased Tamamori into his arms.
"The confetti!" Yokoo said and stopped a sure fight. Fitting for the occasion, Yokoo pulled out two bags and emptied them over the heads of Kitayama and Fujigaya. Red and pink paper shavings settled in their hair.
"Aww, your confetti is colour-coded!" Senga said delighted and looked into Yokoo's bag for his own confetti.
"Now now, wait till you get your own lover." Yokoo chided and slapped the bag with the blue snippets out of Senga's hands. Their youngest pouted, but didn't stand a chance. Not even the king of pouts had managed to soften Yokoo's heart. A defeat which still made Fujigaya profusely pout. Not that it helped any.
Kitayama stopped their kiss with a slurping noise and pulled back satisfied. Fujigaya was lying flat on his back and stared unblinking at the ceiling.
"Not that I minded to kiss him or anything, but breathing is important. You were slow, Wataru."
Yokoo lifted his hands in surrender.
"Next time give a warning before you kiss anyone and I will have the confetti ready."
"As if I could kiss Fujigaya with a warning." Kitayama said with a broad grin. There was some movement under him and Fujigaya smacked his palm against Kitayama's forehead.
"You know, you might not believe it, but I actually use that head for thinking and work, so would you please let it do that?" Kitayama said and rubbed his temple.
Fujigaya stared up at the older one with still red cheeks. Whether they were red because of embarrassment or anger would still have to be determined.
"Why you little damn chibi midget!"
Anger seemed to be a good bet, Kitayama figured.
"I am not triple small, you moron. I am simple small." Being called small in three different ways in one sentence was a special talent in creativity. One had to give Fujigaya respect where it was due.
"I recorded that, too." Nikaido piqued up and Fujigaya growled.
"You are making that up to me." Fujigaya said in a deathly calm.
"How refreshing. Usually, I get told to keep going and to introduce Kitayama-junior." Kitayama said with a smirk that would never be seen on TV.
"Now that name is plain uncreative." Miyata assessed.
"I named Miyata's dick after myself." Tamamori informed them breezily and Miyata's cheeks were true rivals for Fujigaya's as they turned bright red.
"You want me to call my dick Tai-chan? Wouldn't that be confusing? Tai-chan please suck Tai-can. In the end, my dick might even try to suck on Taisuke's neck. If someone sucks that neck, than me."
"So you are saying your dick is not a part of you?" Yokoo asked amused.
"Now that is a truly interesting question." Kitayama wondered.
"The truly interesting question here is why Kitayama's dick can suck." Nikaido raised the question and they all contemplated it.
"Bullshit. The true question here is why he should even name his dick after me!" Fujigaya said and tried to pull his legs out from under Kitayama, who cooperated as much as a sloth.
Senga waved Fujigaya off.
"You are lovers. That's why." The youngest said as if that cleared everything. And to Fujigaya's displeasure, for the rest of the group it seemed to be the case.
"We are not."
"You kissed." Miyata reminded Fujigaya.
"That was a sudden, unexpected and stealthy surprise attack." The other defended himself.
"I sound like James Bond. Cool." Kitayama said amused and watched even more amused as Fujigaya tried to get him off himself.
"James Bond is not short." Fujigaya grumbled.
"Bond-san gets all his women." Tamamori mused and Kitayama smiled.
"Of course I do."
"I am not a woman!" Fujigaya said and pushed at Kitayama's hips.
"But you feel nice enough." The oldest of their group said and moved hands under Fujigaya's shirt. There was an utterly manly shriek and Fujigaya tried to scramble unsuccessfully away.
"Aren't they cute?" Senga said in his best grandmother voice and Kisumai cooed at their two lead singers.
"Your ass is too heavy!"
"Who said gorgeousness is light?"
Fujigaya sent Kitayama a sour look and kept shoving at him.
"I am condemning you all to search for my thong." Fujigaya finally declared and wiggled out from under Kitayama after pinching his ass.
"Ouch, our princess is moody." Kitayama said and rubbed his left buttock.
"Now really?" Nikaido said sarcastically.
"But I thought I am the princess." Tamamori tilted his head confused.
"The title is all yours." Fujigaya said with mock-graciousness. Tamamori beamed and flicked Miyata's nose because he could and felt like it. His lover smiled at the attention.
"Why should we even search for your thong?" Senga finally wondered.
"Because if you don't..." Fujigaya made a pause for dramatic effect. "I'll ask Kawaii to come into our dressing room and sing arias."
The rest of Kisumai winced. There were certain things, one shouldn't experience twice and that was certainly one of them.
"Alright." Miyata agreed and the others mumbled their okay as well.
Triumphantly, Fujigaya grinned and arranged search groups.
"Where the hell could that damn thong be?" Yokoo grumbled as he walked along a long corridor together with Kitayama and Nikaido.
"We wouldn't search if we knew, now would we?" Kitayama answered and shrugged his shoulders.
Their leader opened the door to the dressing room of Hey!Say!Jump and bellowed into it.
"Has anyone seen a pink leopard print G-string?" Kitayama frowned at the phone being held in front of his mouth.
"If a CD with Fujigaya sells well, than one with you and Fujigaya saying impossible things will sell even better."
"That brat learns too fast." Their leader grumbled.
"I wonder whose fault that is." Yokoo noted and sent Kitayama a look.
"I am totally innocent." And with that Kitayama went into the dressing room and the ruckus started.
Twenty minutes later they stepped back out of the room.
"Who would have thought a thong could create such uproar." Nikaido sighed.
"Yeah, especially since Jump is said to have sleepovers. A thong shouldn't shock them."
"Not in every mind sleepover equals orgy." Yokoo threw in and Kitayama received another pointed look.
"Who is the guy here with the active libido?" Their leader countered and Yokoo had at least the tendency to blush slightly.
"Where do we go next?" Nikaido asked and Yokoo pointed at the next door. It was the dressing room of Tackey and Tsubasa.
"We are searching for a thong." Kitayama declared after they had knocked and entered.
The two men looked at each other before Tackey jumped up.
"What kind of thong are you looking for?" He asked and pulled out a box from his locker. Before either of them could say a word, Tackey laid out his goodies.
"Blue with purple paste gems? Yellow with green feathers? Black with see-through fabric? For this one I have even suspender belts in case you are looking. And of course my red lace piece. That truly drives a man wild." Tackey winked at Tsubasa and a grin stole its way over the other's lips.
"Well actually, we are looking for one with leopard print." Kitayama said, but he was again prevented from finishing as this time Tsubasa jumped up.
"It is time for my collection! Green leopard print with black. Golden leopard print with black. Red leopard print with black and black leopard print with silver and a chain attached to it." Tsubasa said proudly.
"Oh I don't know this one." Tackey said and picked the one with the chain up. "Looks nice."
Tsubasa waggled his eyebrows.
"Want to break it in after we helped our cute juniors?"
"Oh yes." Tackey answered and Nikaido coughed to subtly burst their bubble.
"That's not truly what we are looking for either. It's pink." Yokoo said while looking impressed at the collection laid out for their awe.
"Similar to this one?" Tsubasa asked and pulled out a thong that was a mixture of pink and purple leopard print."
"Not quite. Rather like that." Kitayama asked, pulled the pink thong out of his pocket and let their seniors inspect it.
"Quite a nice piece you have there. It is pink with leopard print and even has glitter." Tackey said awed.
"No, sorry. We can't help you." Tsubasa apologized.
Saying their thanks, they left.
"Those were a lot of thongs." Nikaido said and the other two nodded.
"Wait..." Yokoo said slowly till he swirled around and pointed at Kitayama. "You! You stole Taisuke's thong."
"Sometimes things happen." Kitayama said nonchalantly.
"What do we learn from that?" Yokoo said and sighed.
"To never bring thongs to work?" Nikaido tried.
"That Suke-chan is really small?"
"What?" Yokoo blinked at the oldest.
"Yeah well, I mean look." Kitayama pulled the thong out for demonstration. "If Suke-chan is supposed to fit in there, he is a really small Suke-chan."
The three men contemplated Fujigaya's most loved piece of clothing.
"Well this thong truly honours the name G-string." Yokoo assessed.
"They just left enough fabric for the leopard print to be recognizable."
"Don't forget the glitter." Kitayama added.
"The glitter is important after all." Yokoo said.
"Making a thong is some kind of higher art." Nikaido said philosophically.
"Maybe I wouldn't go that far." Yokoo speculated.
"We still don't know what we have learned from this though." Nikaido reminded them and looked at Yokoo expectantly.
"To never trust your leader of course." Yokoo said and shrugged.
"Well now that is a given." Kitayama remarked and looked at them with a 'duh-are you idiots' face.
"Oh, okay." Nikaido said. "And now? I mean, now that we have found the thong?"
"Do you think I could bully Fujigaya into giving me a blowjob with this?" Kitayama asked contemplating as he spun the thong on his finger.
"Probably." Yokoo conceded.
"Do you think I could bully him into letting me fuck him with him wearing the thong?"
"Nope." Yokoo immediately said and Kitayama pouted as if the other had crushed his biggest hope.
"Why not?" Nikaido asked curiously.
"Because if Fujigaya is already wearing the thong, you have nothing to blackmail him with." Yokoo explained calmly.
"Watta is a genius."
"Why did we again say the brat learns too fast?" Kitayama quipped and Yokoo glared.
"Let's return to the dressing room." Nikaido said chipper and took each of the older two by an arm and dragged them along.
"How could that even happen!" Fujigaya was pacing up and down their room and it seemed he had already returned with his search unit. "I can't find it anywhere!"
"Aren't you lucky we were that successful? We got the sexy little thing." Kitayama said and Fujigaya clapped his hands delighted.
"Where was it?" Fujigaya asked as Kitayama pulled out the good piece, but prevented him from reaching for it.
"It might have inexplicably somehow ended up in my pocket by utter chance."
"I am not that stupid." Fujigaya growled and glared after he had taken a double take on that sentence.
"Bond-san might have helped. People with the same level of sexiness need to support each other."
"Having my thong in your pocket supports you?" Fujigaya asked Kitayama and the older one shrugged his shoulders.
"You should feel flattered."
"Right, because getting my things stolen is such a flattering gesture." Fujigaya said sarcastically.
"My mom told me that in kindergarten if a boy steals a girl's things, he is in love and doesn't know any better way to get her attention." Senga said seriously. "Therefore, I only stole stuff of boys to confuse them." The youngest beamed because he had been such an intelligent kid.
"Doesn't that mean we have evaluated Mitsu's mental age?" Nikaido said and giggled. Their leader frowned at that.
"I am not four years old." Their oldest pouted.
"Just a tip, but you shouldn't pout when you want to look older than six." Miyata leant conspiratorially closer to Kitayama.
"Things have taken a turn for the better. Let's rather bully Kitayama than me." Fujigaya said entirely too smug.
Kitayama cocked his head, pursed his lips, picked up the scissor that was lying on the table and it followed a loud screech.
Fujigaya hurled himself at Kitayama to somehow prevent him from cutting his precious thong to pieces.
"What were you saying again?" Kitayama asked while making a face as if he really couldn't remember. Fujigaya ground his teeth, but immediately stopped as the scissor moved closer to his thong.
"Please, bully me."
Miyata grunted as he choked on his water and stared at the thong in Kitayama's hand that had actually managed to make Fujigaya, the Fujigaya -Sadism- Taisuke, say something like "bully me".
"The thong is magic!" Senga exclaimed.
"Do you think we can get thong-magic if we touch it?" Nikaido asked excitedly.
Tamamori seemed to consider the younger one's words and reached out and touched the thong. Then he pointed at Miyata.
"Massage my shoulders."
Miyata opened his mouth, closed it again and then moved behind his best friend to do his bidding.
"Definitely works." Tamamori said and sighed contently as the tight knots in his back unravelled under Miyata's gentle fingers.
"I am not really sure if that counts." Yokoo said and sent those two a dubious glance.
"Tama should be careful. Combining Tama-magic and thong-magic might cause for both to be useless."
Tamamori shrieked appalled.
"I love you, Yuta. Don't worry." Miyata reassured and Tamamori even let the other hug him for several seconds before telling him his shoulders were not going to massage themselves.
"So, what do you want?" Fujigaya eventually pressed out since Kitayama still had the scissors dangerously close to his beloved thong.
"Interesting that you are asking." Kitayama said lazily and sauntered over to the couch. Keeping Fujigaya in suspense, he suspected the thong closely. "Tacky and Tsubasa enlightened me concerning thongs. This is quite a special piece, is it not?"
Kisumai exchange glances. Kitayama had Fujigaya exactly where he wanted him. There were people where you didn't need to grab them by the balls to get what you wanted, but the thing covering their balls.
"Yes." Fujigaya pressed out through clenched teeth.
"In my gorgeousness and graciousness, I might forgive your hot-headedness and make time for you tonight."
"Stealing someone else's words?" Fujigaya hissed.
"Nope, just rubbing in my victory." Kitayama grinned boyishly and held the thong up for Fujigaya to see.
"And what might I do tonight to our gorgeous and gracious midget king?" Fujigaya mocked and bowed insincerely.
"You miss the whole point. 167 centimtres of gorgeousness in one spot is more than enough. I don't want to cause heart attacks my whole life. You should be thankful I considered your health when growing up."
Fujigaya's mouth fell open at so much self-assurance.
"That is already a good start." Kitayama pointed at his open mouth and Fujigaya snapped it shut. "But we have a responsibility towards the younger ones." The older one continued seriously. "Now that Yokoo-chan has put the idea of fucking with a thong still on into the room, we have the duty to inspect the safety issues of this idea. The younger ones are doomed to try it out and as two of the oldest, it is only right to scarify ourselves."
Fujigaya stood mutely in the room as he was faced by the incredible logic that was Kitayama Hiromitsu's. Now, the only question that was left to answer, was whether he should laugh or cry at the absurdity.
"I think there was a short-circuit in my brain just now." Fujigaya finally said.
"It happens to the best of us." Nikaido said soothingly and Fujigaya sent him a slightly crazed look.
Satisfied, Kitayama folded the thong in front of Fujigaya's eyes and pocketed it.
"It's a date." The oldest winked and then settled down on the couch to have a nap. He had been exerting himself quite a bit.
Unsuccessfully, Fujigaya tried several times to steal the precious treasure, but to their all surprise Kitayama was as sharp as a lynx, even when seeming asleep.
"Kitayama is really interested in meeting Suke-chan." Tamamori commented innocently.
"I think he is rather interested in Suke-butt-chan." Yokoo corrected and Fujigaya pouted.
"My butt is precious."
"My dick, too." Kitayama said with closed eyes.
"Stop listening in!"
"Stop talking about relevant topics."
Fujigaya growled. Well, two could play that game.
Fujigaya finished work later than Kitayama, but that was just fine with him. He drove to the other's flat when he was finished.
"Here to retriever your treasure?" Kitayama asked cockily after opening the door.
"And I will get it." Fujigaya said. Pushing the other backwards, Fujigaya moved into the flat. Like it was expected, he took off his shoes in the entrance, but he didn't stop there.
Dumbstruck, Kitayama stared at the pile of clothing in front of his feet and hurried after his naughty guest after some seconds of shock. Fujigaya stood completely naked in the middle of Kitayama's living room with his back to the other. Teasingly, he looked over his shoulder and let his hands glide over his butt.
Swallowing hard, Kitayama stepped closer. There were other things that were certainly getting hard.
"I am getting cold. Don't you think I should put something on?" Fujigaya sent Kitayama a coy look and rubbed his ass as if wanting to warm it up. Kitayama had to wipe over his mouth to make sure he wasn't salivating. The older one pulled the thong out of his pocket.
"Put it on me." Fujigaya purred. Almost robotically and too shocked to react any other way, Kitayama obeyed. Moving close behind Fujigaya, he let the other step into the thong and pulled it up the tanned legs.
Kitayama almost hissed in pain as Fujigaya turned with the thong leaving nothing to the imagination. If Kitayama didn't free his cock soon, it was going to be torture. Fujigaya leant in for a kiss and Kitayama's tongue was more than eager to battle with him. Dancing his fingers teasingly over the buttons, Fujigaya slowly opened them while Kitayama pulled him closer by the waist.
The younger one ended the kiss with a bit to the plump bottom lip of the other. Kitayama groaned.
"Now, let's see whether Kitayama-junior can satisfy me." Fujigaya breathed against the other's lips. Being especially slow and clumsy, Fujigaya took his time to open the belt and the button and zipper. With a moan, Kitayama pressed his cock against Fujigaya's palm when he was finally freed of the jean. There was already a wet patch over the dripping tip.
"Promising." Fujigaya teased and leant down to kiss Kitayama's collarbone. Continuing his path down, he nipped and licked at the warm skin. When he swivelled his tongue into Kitayama's navel, the other placed a hand in his nap and gripped the lower part of his head. Fujigaya kissed further down and pulled the boxer brief down.
Without any hesitation, he swallowed Kitayama till he hit the back of his throat. Short taken, Kitayama gripped his shoulders to stay upright.
Fujigaya moaned and let the cock slip out far enough to suck at it. When he felt blunt nails dig into his shoulder, he let the cock slip completely out of his mouth and gave one last lick to the underside of the tip. Kitayama was breathing hard and his bangs already clung to his forehead. Standing back up, Fujigaya grabbed Kitayama by his unbuttoned shirt and pushed him backwards to the closest chair. Giving the other a hard shove, Kitayama tumbled on the chair.
"I wouldn't want you to tumble over me as I pleasure you." Fujigaya said before giving Kitayama one last mind numbing kiss. Moving down again, he slipped the hard and leaking cock right back into his mouth. Making sure to lock eyes, Fujigaya alternated between sucking and deep-throating the other. Kitayama's eyes were glued to his face as he made as much of a mess as he could. Feeling hands grip his hair, Fujigaya groaned and the vibrations sent Kitayama even deeper down the abyss of pleasure. Taking Kitayama's free hand, Fujigaya intertwined their fingers for a while and then freed the fingers from his hair and did the same with the other one. Speeding up the bobbing of his head, he pushed Kitayama right over the edge.
Kitayama looked at him with clouded eyes as Fujigaya let go of the inflating cock with a pop. Letting the cum in his mouth, drip out of his mouth on Kitayama's exposed chest, Fujigaya wiped the rest off with a satisfied smile.
"What a pity, you came already. What about me?"
Kitayama blinked at him as if having awoken from a dream.
"I can go again. I swear."
"I don't think you can." Fujigaya said and sighed dramatically.
"Of course I can." Kitayama frowned and wanted to get up to prove Fujigaya just how great his stamina was. A second time this evening, he stilled dumbstruck.
Fujigaya didn't even try to hide his sly smirk anymore.
"See, I told you, you can't."
Kitayama shook his wrists and the handcuffs keeping him on the chair rattled.
"How?"
"Well, I placed them under the chair as I went into the room before you. When your dick was the only thing in your mind and in my mouth, it was easy to cuff you." Fujigaya made the innocent face of a child knowing it had done something naughty.
"You devil." Kitayama growled.
"I didn't expect you to compliment me. What a nice loser you are."
"Take off the handcuffs."
"What can I do, I don't feel like it." Fujigaya smiled sweetly. "I have work early tomorrow. Now that we are done playing, I should go home." Fujigaya left the room with a sway to his hips. Kitayama bit his lip as he was temporally faced with a hardly covered butt.
He did panic when Fujigaya really left the room.
"Fujigaya!"
Nothing happened.
"Fujigaya Taisuke!"
The younger one stuck his head back into the room.
"You might be lucky."
Kitayama relaxed relieved. For a second, he had really thought the other would leave him hanging.
"Your cock aroused me enough, that I have a problem now." Fujigaya stepped back into the room and cupped his member through the thong.
"That's not a problem at all. I'll take really good care of you. I promise."
"Really?" Fujigaya stepped closer.
"Of course! So, please un-cuff me."
"I don't think so."
"What?"
"All I need to do before leaving is to take care of my erection." Fujigaya explained, turned his back to Kitayama and got on his knees in front of him.
The older one got a really bad feeling about this.
Fujigaya popped open a tube of lube and coated his fingers with it. Placing his forehead on the carpet, he spread with index and middle finger his buttocks apart and with the other hand pushed the string of his thong aside.
Kitayama chocked on thin air.
Teasing his hole with one finger, Fujigaya moaned as he slipped it into himself. Moaning, he pushed it in and out. Moving his hips along provocatively, he pressed inside another finger. The pitch of his moans rose with the number of fingers that went into his easily stretching hole. Kitayama could tell, this wasn't the first time for the other. While he certainly got a seat which could be considered VIP category, it was pure torture to have to watch without being able to touch at all.
"Let me touch you."
But Fujigaya ignored the pleading. Instead, he sped up his movements and thrust his fingers into himself in a fast rhythm. His body started shuddering and Kitayama stared wide-eyed as it seemed like the other's asshole was trying to suck in the thrusting fingers.
Fujigaya breathed hard and let himself drop limply on his side on the floor after a long drawn out moan had left his mouth.
"You are such an exhibitionist."
Fujigaya laughed weakly.
"What can I do? I am an idol."
"When you were so eager, I should have realized you were up to something."
Fujigaya dragged his body around enough to be able to look at Kitayama. Seeing Fujigaya right after orgasm, left Kitayama speechless and awed. The other looked utterly defenceless. A raw sight.
"I got you right where I wanted you, but even you might learn from your mistakes."
"How gracious of you."
"My kindness can't be surpassed."
"Will you un-cuff me now?"
"Nope."
Kitayama stared at Fujigaya horrified.
"What else do you want?"
"You touched something of great importance to me." Fujigaya said with mock-serious.
"Oh come on, you got your revenge."
"Let me wax your legs."
There was a long silence as Kitayama stared at Fujigaya in utter shock and disbelieve.
"Have you lost your mind?" The older one only had to imagine the amused looks as he changed costumes and the taunting questions. One couldn't survive in an all male company with waxed legs. That was like castrating himself.
"I got a crack as several neurons in my brain went into overload as you threatened to cut my thong." Fujigaya said nonchalantly.
"You..." Kitayama growled.
"...are the cutest being on earth. I know." Fujigaya blew the other a kiss and went to get some toilet paper. He staggered slightly, but cleaned up the mess on his thighs and floor.
Kitayama rattled on the cuffs in frustration. He tried to move with the chair and somehow get them off, but it didn't work.
Fujigaya watched amused for a few minutes.
"Would you mind if I slept in your bed? I am too tired to drive." Without waiting for an answer, Fujigaya yawned and shuffled off. Kitayama could hear the other drop himself on his bed with an 'ompf'.
Sourly, he stared at the floor in front of himself.
Fujigaya was totally going to keep him on the chair all night. He knew it.
"Okay, do your devilish and degrading act. I am so going to sleep in my bed tonight." Kitayama screamed. Fujigaya bounced back into the room way too chipper and clapped his hands delighted. Hurrying back to the entrance area, he soon returned with his equipment for torture.
Kitayama screamed for all his lungs were worth.
In the morning, Kitayama yawned groggily and looked at an already way too awake Fujigaya. The other had already shoved the blanket off and was lying on his tummy.
Licking his lips, Kitayama looked at the ass being presented to him with only a thin string parting the buttocks. Last night, he had been in too much pain to get it up for another time. Fujigaya slapped his fingers away as he tried to reach for the ass.
"Next time you should be more careful, who you are playing with." The younger one stuck his tongue out and rolled out of bed.
"I am so going to get you into bed with me."
Fujigaya grinned.
"Do your worst. So will I."