It's an Ass Attraction
Title: It's an Ass-Attraction
Pairing: Yokoo Wataru/Kitayama Hiromitsu
Rating: NC-17
Summary: There’s just something about Kitayama’s ass that has Yokoo doing things he never dreamed of.
Notes: For Kay in the spring pwp exchange :3
Kitayama has a really nice ass, Yokoo thinks as he grips it in both hands, pushing the shorter up against the wall in one of the empty practice rooms. He’s never actually thought about this before; about Kitayama and fucking him into the wall or any other hard surface that would help hold him up, but the idea seems promising as Kitayama hums in approval, shifting his hips so Yokoo’s crotch is pressed right up against his side.
“I didn’t know I was your type, Yokoo-san.” Kitayama teases, trailing soft plump lips over Yokoo’s jaw. “I thought you went for the more feminine type.”
Yokoo’s breath hitches when Kitayama’s hand presses against the bulge in his slacks, worked between their bodies, confident in his every move. “You mean girls,” he says flatly.
“Or Fujigaya, but sure.” He discards the conversation, busying himself with kissing Yokoo.
Those lips are even more attractive after having been smushed up against his own, Yokoo thinks, enjoying the bruised look they have once Kitayama pulls back just enough, taking in sharps breaths. That looks alone sets Yokoo’s skin on fire. He’s never wanted this before; wanted Kitayama; wanted another man but there is just something about the idea of having him, that ass and it leads Yokoo to lean down and nip at Kitayama’s neck.
He squeezes Kitayama’s ass again, already working to remove Kitayama’s pants, fumbling with the button on his jeans; jeans that seem to be even harder to remove than they had been to unbutton. They’re tight, hugging the skin of Kitayama’s thighs, the curve of his muscles that Yokoo can feel flex under his fingers even through the fabric. He has that burning desire to be balls deep in Kitayama, pounding into him, maybe even making him scream a bit. It would be a horrible career decision, being at the jimusho and all, but it’s exciting all the same.
“Eager, I see.” Kitayama purrs when Yokoo’s managed to shove Kitayama’s jeans down enough. He kisses at Yokoo jaw more, bites his bottom lip before licking his way inside Yokoo’s mouth.
The kiss is hot, fast paced and more tongue than Yokoo’s pretty sure he’s kissed with in the last year but he whines all the same when it’s over and Kitayama’s already facing the wall, arms holding him up as he so elegantly sticks out his ass a bit, bare for all the world to see. On impulse, Yokoo slaps it, gaining a high squeak from Kitayama.
Draping himself over Kitayama’s back, his erection that’s strained in his slacks pressed right into the crack of Kitayama’s ass, Yokoo wraps his arms around Kitayama’s waist, one sliding up the soft loose shirt he has on while the other down to his cock, already half hard. “I’m not the only one,” he says and Kitayama just rolls his hips back against Yokoo in response.
The low moan Yokoo emits is pressed into the back of Kitayama’s neck.
Kitayama dips his head down a bit when Yokoo’s noses pressed into his hair, breath tickling his skin as Yokoo nips and kisses back there. He hums softly, encouraging Yokoo to keep going as he rolls his hips back against Yokoo, having him moan in protest.
“We don’t have all day,” Kitayama points out, comment punctuated with another sharp roll of his hips.
Yokoo grunts in repose. “I know that.” He pulls back from Kitayama a bit, hands resting on his waist, fingers tight in the skin to keep him from moving anymore. Now who is the eager one, Yokoo thinks.
From his pocket, Yokoo produces a travel packet of lube and a condom. Kitayama makes a low sound when the first slick, long finger presses against his rim. Yokoo can feel the muscles tighten as he pushes inside and leans down to mouth at the back of Kitayama’s neck, teeth just grazing against the skin.
“Don’t bite me,” Kitayama says but it comes out strained and breathy, distracted by the press of Yokoo’s finger.
Yokoo does it anyway as he slips in a second finger, scissoring them to open Kitayama up. Against his will Kitayama lets out a soft grunt, one that isn’t disapproving as he pushes back against Yokoo’s hand. “You like it more than you let on,” Yokoo mumbles into his shoulder, lips pressed against the small sliver of exposed skin just before the collar of his shirt.
“Fuck,” Kitayama gasps when he feels Yokoo’s fingers graze something inside him. “Do you always tease like this? Or am I just special.”
A soft hum comes in response as Yokoo moves to press his nose back into Kitayama’s hair, lips pressed against the back of his neck. “I think,” he starts to say, pulling his fingers out just enough to push in a third. His free hand comes up to the smooth skin of Kitayama’s hip before moving over to the nice curve of his ass. Yokoo slaps the skin again suddenly, leaving a bright red mark in its wake. Kitayama yelps in surprise but the sound turns into a slight moan at the end. “I think you’re just special,” Yokoo says.
Surely there’s a smart response on the tip of Kitayama’s tongue but it never comes, only the garbled sounds of his breathing mixed with his soft noises and the pleas of Yokoo to go fast as the push of long fingers go in and out of him.
Kitayama arches beautifully when Yokoo finally removes his fingers and slips on the condom, smearing what’s left of the lube onto his cock before pushing in once again. “Ah,” Kitayama moans at the stretch. Yokoo’s fingers are long and thin, not quite the size of his cock, but it makes it feel all the more amazing once he starts moving, arms wrapped around Kitayama’s midsection.
“You feel so good, Hiromitsu,” Yokoo says against the shell of Kitayama’s ear. He darts out his tongue to lick at it carefully and Kitayama makes a soft mewling sound in response.
Kitayama easily meets Yokoo’s thrusts, rocking his hips back in time to the set rhythm Yokoo has set as the taller pounds into him, skin slapping together as the pace soon becomes more erratic.
Those same fingers that were just inside of him soon wrap around Kitayama’s cock, pressed up against his stomach and the rough material of his shirt. He moans loudly when Yokoo’s finger brushes over the head, arching back once more and exposing his neck. It’s not even kisses that Yokoo’s peppering his skin with anymore, more along the lines of his teeth grazing the skin with the addition of his tongue.
“How long can you hold off?” Yokoo asks suddenly, slowly his hand around Kitayama while his thrusts get more impatient.
“If you don’t get me off,” Kitayama says in a low voice, sort of grumbly as he works hard to think. “I’ll fucking do it myself.”
They both know that’s a lie as Kitayama is struggling to hold himself up against the wall as is but the notion make Yokoo smirk as he stops his hand all together, leaving it just wrapped around Kitayama’s cock at the base. With his other hand, he slides delicate fingers further down between Kitayama’s legs to play with his balls.
“Ah, fuck!” Kitayama groans, arms shaking and about to give out. “You’re an ass.”
“Your ass is better.” Yokoo pushes in particularly hard this time, grunting as he does so, enjoying the way Kitayama tightens around him even with the lack of movement on his cock. “Can you come just like this?”
“Dunno,” Kitayama pants. “Never tried.”
There’s a smirk on Yokoo’s lips as he presses them behind Kitayama’s ear once again. “Want to find out?” He asks, breath ghosting over the skin as he tightens his hand on Kitayama’s balls, rolling them between his fingers.
A stream of curses falls from Kitayama’s lips as he pushes back against Yokoo, coming between himself and the wall, just missing his shirt. Yokoo grunts at how tight Kitayama becomes, using more effort to thrust into him before coming himself, riding it out until he’s spent.
Kitayama’s now leaning heaving on the wall and Yokoo, making it nearly impossible for the younger to do anything without fear of Kitayama dropping to the floor. “You’re not going to fall are you?”
“Yes,” Kitayama pants and Yokoo has to take a moment to make sure he doesn’t.
When they’re both cleaned up and Kitayama looks like he can stand on his own (but still not pleased with the turn of events) Yokoo pulls him close, hands once again on Kitayama’s ass.
“Oh no,” Kitayama says, already pushing Yokoo away. “We have to get back, I’m done with you now.”
Yokoo chuckles but prevents Kitayama from getting too far. “Relax, I’m not ready to go again.”
“Even if you were--”
“You have no one to blame but yourself. You’re the one with the amazing ass.” Kitayama snorts in response. “Later?” Yokoo leans down to kiss Kitayama’s plump lips. “I won’t tease next time.”
“Bullshit you won’t,” is the soft mumble response, Kitayama’s hands around on Yokoo’s arms while he tilts his head.
Yokoo breaks the kiss, pressing his nose to Kitayama’s cheek. “Do you want me to?” He grips Kitayama’s ass firmly.
Kitayama only hums for a second before fully slipping from Yokoo’s near death grip. “We’re done here,” he announces before leaving the room ahead of Yokoo to meet back up with the others. Yokoo really does think that’s the end of that (regretfully) until the end of the day and Kitayama invites him over for dinner, if you can call sex on various different surfaces in his apartment dinner.
Pairing: Yokoo Wataru/Kitayama Hiromitsu
Rating: NC-17
Summary: There’s just something about Kitayama’s ass that has Yokoo doing things he never dreamed of.
Notes: For Kay in the spring pwp exchange :3
Kitayama has a really nice ass, Yokoo thinks as he grips it in both hands, pushing the shorter up against the wall in one of the empty practice rooms. He’s never actually thought about this before; about Kitayama and fucking him into the wall or any other hard surface that would help hold him up, but the idea seems promising as Kitayama hums in approval, shifting his hips so Yokoo’s crotch is pressed right up against his side.
“I didn’t know I was your type, Yokoo-san.” Kitayama teases, trailing soft plump lips over Yokoo’s jaw. “I thought you went for the more feminine type.”
Yokoo’s breath hitches when Kitayama’s hand presses against the bulge in his slacks, worked between their bodies, confident in his every move. “You mean girls,” he says flatly.
“Or Fujigaya, but sure.” He discards the conversation, busying himself with kissing Yokoo.
Those lips are even more attractive after having been smushed up against his own, Yokoo thinks, enjoying the bruised look they have once Kitayama pulls back just enough, taking in sharps breaths. That looks alone sets Yokoo’s skin on fire. He’s never wanted this before; wanted Kitayama; wanted another man but there is just something about the idea of having him, that ass and it leads Yokoo to lean down and nip at Kitayama’s neck.
He squeezes Kitayama’s ass again, already working to remove Kitayama’s pants, fumbling with the button on his jeans; jeans that seem to be even harder to remove than they had been to unbutton. They’re tight, hugging the skin of Kitayama’s thighs, the curve of his muscles that Yokoo can feel flex under his fingers even through the fabric. He has that burning desire to be balls deep in Kitayama, pounding into him, maybe even making him scream a bit. It would be a horrible career decision, being at the jimusho and all, but it’s exciting all the same.
“Eager, I see.” Kitayama purrs when Yokoo’s managed to shove Kitayama’s jeans down enough. He kisses at Yokoo jaw more, bites his bottom lip before licking his way inside Yokoo’s mouth.
The kiss is hot, fast paced and more tongue than Yokoo’s pretty sure he’s kissed with in the last year but he whines all the same when it’s over and Kitayama’s already facing the wall, arms holding him up as he so elegantly sticks out his ass a bit, bare for all the world to see. On impulse, Yokoo slaps it, gaining a high squeak from Kitayama.
Draping himself over Kitayama’s back, his erection that’s strained in his slacks pressed right into the crack of Kitayama’s ass, Yokoo wraps his arms around Kitayama’s waist, one sliding up the soft loose shirt he has on while the other down to his cock, already half hard. “I’m not the only one,” he says and Kitayama just rolls his hips back against Yokoo in response.
The low moan Yokoo emits is pressed into the back of Kitayama’s neck.
Kitayama dips his head down a bit when Yokoo’s noses pressed into his hair, breath tickling his skin as Yokoo nips and kisses back there. He hums softly, encouraging Yokoo to keep going as he rolls his hips back against Yokoo, having him moan in protest.
“We don’t have all day,” Kitayama points out, comment punctuated with another sharp roll of his hips.
Yokoo grunts in repose. “I know that.” He pulls back from Kitayama a bit, hands resting on his waist, fingers tight in the skin to keep him from moving anymore. Now who is the eager one, Yokoo thinks.
From his pocket, Yokoo produces a travel packet of lube and a condom. Kitayama makes a low sound when the first slick, long finger presses against his rim. Yokoo can feel the muscles tighten as he pushes inside and leans down to mouth at the back of Kitayama’s neck, teeth just grazing against the skin.
“Don’t bite me,” Kitayama says but it comes out strained and breathy, distracted by the press of Yokoo’s finger.
Yokoo does it anyway as he slips in a second finger, scissoring them to open Kitayama up. Against his will Kitayama lets out a soft grunt, one that isn’t disapproving as he pushes back against Yokoo’s hand. “You like it more than you let on,” Yokoo mumbles into his shoulder, lips pressed against the small sliver of exposed skin just before the collar of his shirt.
“Fuck,” Kitayama gasps when he feels Yokoo’s fingers graze something inside him. “Do you always tease like this? Or am I just special.”
A soft hum comes in response as Yokoo moves to press his nose back into Kitayama’s hair, lips pressed against the back of his neck. “I think,” he starts to say, pulling his fingers out just enough to push in a third. His free hand comes up to the smooth skin of Kitayama’s hip before moving over to the nice curve of his ass. Yokoo slaps the skin again suddenly, leaving a bright red mark in its wake. Kitayama yelps in surprise but the sound turns into a slight moan at the end. “I think you’re just special,” Yokoo says.
Surely there’s a smart response on the tip of Kitayama’s tongue but it never comes, only the garbled sounds of his breathing mixed with his soft noises and the pleas of Yokoo to go fast as the push of long fingers go in and out of him.
Kitayama arches beautifully when Yokoo finally removes his fingers and slips on the condom, smearing what’s left of the lube onto his cock before pushing in once again. “Ah,” Kitayama moans at the stretch. Yokoo’s fingers are long and thin, not quite the size of his cock, but it makes it feel all the more amazing once he starts moving, arms wrapped around Kitayama’s midsection.
“You feel so good, Hiromitsu,” Yokoo says against the shell of Kitayama’s ear. He darts out his tongue to lick at it carefully and Kitayama makes a soft mewling sound in response.
Kitayama easily meets Yokoo’s thrusts, rocking his hips back in time to the set rhythm Yokoo has set as the taller pounds into him, skin slapping together as the pace soon becomes more erratic.
Those same fingers that were just inside of him soon wrap around Kitayama’s cock, pressed up against his stomach and the rough material of his shirt. He moans loudly when Yokoo’s finger brushes over the head, arching back once more and exposing his neck. It’s not even kisses that Yokoo’s peppering his skin with anymore, more along the lines of his teeth grazing the skin with the addition of his tongue.
“How long can you hold off?” Yokoo asks suddenly, slowly his hand around Kitayama while his thrusts get more impatient.
“If you don’t get me off,” Kitayama says in a low voice, sort of grumbly as he works hard to think. “I’ll fucking do it myself.”
They both know that’s a lie as Kitayama is struggling to hold himself up against the wall as is but the notion make Yokoo smirk as he stops his hand all together, leaving it just wrapped around Kitayama’s cock at the base. With his other hand, he slides delicate fingers further down between Kitayama’s legs to play with his balls.
“Ah, fuck!” Kitayama groans, arms shaking and about to give out. “You’re an ass.”
“Your ass is better.” Yokoo pushes in particularly hard this time, grunting as he does so, enjoying the way Kitayama tightens around him even with the lack of movement on his cock. “Can you come just like this?”
“Dunno,” Kitayama pants. “Never tried.”
There’s a smirk on Yokoo’s lips as he presses them behind Kitayama’s ear once again. “Want to find out?” He asks, breath ghosting over the skin as he tightens his hand on Kitayama’s balls, rolling them between his fingers.
A stream of curses falls from Kitayama’s lips as he pushes back against Yokoo, coming between himself and the wall, just missing his shirt. Yokoo grunts at how tight Kitayama becomes, using more effort to thrust into him before coming himself, riding it out until he’s spent.
Kitayama’s now leaning heaving on the wall and Yokoo, making it nearly impossible for the younger to do anything without fear of Kitayama dropping to the floor. “You’re not going to fall are you?”
“Yes,” Kitayama pants and Yokoo has to take a moment to make sure he doesn’t.
When they’re both cleaned up and Kitayama looks like he can stand on his own (but still not pleased with the turn of events) Yokoo pulls him close, hands once again on Kitayama’s ass.
“Oh no,” Kitayama says, already pushing Yokoo away. “We have to get back, I’m done with you now.”
Yokoo chuckles but prevents Kitayama from getting too far. “Relax, I’m not ready to go again.”
“Even if you were--”
“You have no one to blame but yourself. You’re the one with the amazing ass.” Kitayama snorts in response. “Later?” Yokoo leans down to kiss Kitayama’s plump lips. “I won’t tease next time.”
“Bullshit you won’t,” is the soft mumble response, Kitayama’s hands around on Yokoo’s arms while he tilts his head.
Yokoo breaks the kiss, pressing his nose to Kitayama’s cheek. “Do you want me to?” He grips Kitayama’s ass firmly.
Kitayama only hums for a second before fully slipping from Yokoo’s near death grip. “We’re done here,” he announces before leaving the room ahead of Yokoo to meet back up with the others. Yokoo really does think that’s the end of that (regretfully) until the end of the day and Kitayama invites him over for dinner, if you can call sex on various different surfaces in his apartment dinner.