Absolution // Kis-My-Ft2
Absolution
Kitayama/Fujigaya
R, 384 words
It's strange how different people become in the bedroom. Looking down at the soft lines of Kitayama's back, a creamy contrast against the dark-patterned sheets, Fujigaya found himself tilting his head in wonder. He would never have pegged Kitayama as a bottom-never thought Kitayama would have permitted it, let alone wanted it-and yet there he was, sated and spread-eagled under Fujigaya with his head lolling half off the pillow and one hand still unconsciously grasping the bedpost as he slept. (It really should have come as no surprise that Kitayama would fall asleep so quickly afterwards, Fujigaya laughed silently to himself.) The scent of Kitayama's cologne, musky and classic, mixed with Fujigaya's own lighter, floral-based ditto, seemed to fill the room to the brim. Kitayama's skin, warm and still a bit sweat-damp, made Fujigaya feel raw and overheated wherever their touch overlapped. It was all coming together to make Fujigaya feel a little overwhelmed - his senses still tingling in afterglow, his mind still reeling in its attempt to understand just what had happened between the two of them. I won't play your love games, Kitayama had said; yet he'd come to Fujigaya with a skein of soft rope spilling from his hands, a rope he'd lassoed around the bedposts and his own wrists and Fujigaya's desire. And he'd allowed Fujigaya to play with his body until he'd arched and strained and cried out, desperate in his need to be absolved. As his climax hit, Kitayama had jerked so hard that one of the ropes (probably not tied as well as it should have been because frankly Fujigaya'd had no idea what he was doing) had come undone and his hand had moved so naturally to the back of Fujigaya's head, tugging on Fujigaya's hair in a frenetic grip that had triggered Fujigaya's own orgasm. But in the end Fujigaya still didn't know what it was Kitayama had needed, wasn't sure if it was the release or the domination that the other man had wanted of him, but he wasn't going to ask, either. Whatever burdens Kitayama had been carrying when he'd first showed up at Fujigaya's place, his sleeping face looked carefree and peaceful now, and that was good enough for Fujigaya without adding complicated questions into the mix.
Note(s): IDK I JUST WANTED FUJIGAYA TO TOP and then Kitayama came in with ropes. ?_?
Kitayama/Fujigaya
R, 384 words
It's strange how different people become in the bedroom. Looking down at the soft lines of Kitayama's back, a creamy contrast against the dark-patterned sheets, Fujigaya found himself tilting his head in wonder. He would never have pegged Kitayama as a bottom-never thought Kitayama would have permitted it, let alone wanted it-and yet there he was, sated and spread-eagled under Fujigaya with his head lolling half off the pillow and one hand still unconsciously grasping the bedpost as he slept. (It really should have come as no surprise that Kitayama would fall asleep so quickly afterwards, Fujigaya laughed silently to himself.) The scent of Kitayama's cologne, musky and classic, mixed with Fujigaya's own lighter, floral-based ditto, seemed to fill the room to the brim. Kitayama's skin, warm and still a bit sweat-damp, made Fujigaya feel raw and overheated wherever their touch overlapped. It was all coming together to make Fujigaya feel a little overwhelmed - his senses still tingling in afterglow, his mind still reeling in its attempt to understand just what had happened between the two of them. I won't play your love games, Kitayama had said; yet he'd come to Fujigaya with a skein of soft rope spilling from his hands, a rope he'd lassoed around the bedposts and his own wrists and Fujigaya's desire. And he'd allowed Fujigaya to play with his body until he'd arched and strained and cried out, desperate in his need to be absolved. As his climax hit, Kitayama had jerked so hard that one of the ropes (probably not tied as well as it should have been because frankly Fujigaya'd had no idea what he was doing) had come undone and his hand had moved so naturally to the back of Fujigaya's head, tugging on Fujigaya's hair in a frenetic grip that had triggered Fujigaya's own orgasm. But in the end Fujigaya still didn't know what it was Kitayama had needed, wasn't sure if it was the release or the domination that the other man had wanted of him, but he wasn't going to ask, either. Whatever burdens Kitayama had been carrying when he'd first showed up at Fujigaya's place, his sleeping face looked carefree and peaceful now, and that was good enough for Fujigaya without adding complicated questions into the mix.
Note(s): IDK I JUST WANTED FUJIGAYA TO TOP and then Kitayama came in with ropes. ?_?