[One-Shot] Mute (NC-17)
Title: Mute
Fandom: Kis-my-Ft2
Pairings: Yokoo Wataru x Kitayama Hiromitsu, Kitayama Hiromitsu x Fujigaya Taisuke, Fujigaya Taisuke x Kitayama Hiromitsu... well basically OT3 but not quite?
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Unbeta-ed, smut.
Disclaimer: The boys aren't mine but are real, living people. Their asses are most probably owned by JE.
Fujigaya glowers silently at the other occupant of the hotel room from his position, sitting on the bed with his hands tied behind his back and a thick string of silk keeping him from talking. He'd let his guard down for a moment and the other had taken advantage of it mercilessly. It screamed for revenge but at a later time. Now he was in no position to do anything at all. And it's not just because he's rendered immobile but also the fact that the other is clearly purposely ignoring him. Kitayama went about taking a shower and putting on the hotel provided yukata as if he were alone in the room and Fujigaya were just part of the interior decoration.
The doorbell rings and Fujigaya eyes it suspiciously before turning back to glower at Kitayama once more. The other better not leave him like this to go out. Otherwise a head would be rolling afterwards and it wouldn't be pretty.
"Hey there Yokoo-san...fancy seeing you here..." Kitayama drawled as he opened the door, yukata sliding off one shoulder slightly.
Snorting softly, the taller male entered the room and locked the door behind him. Without sparing as much as a glance at Fujigaya on one of the beds, Yokoo proceeds to slam the smaller form of Kitayama against the wall and crush their lips together in a fierce, heated kiss. Neither of them wastes any time and soon the band holding Kitayama's yukata comes loose and is dropped onto the floor, while Yokoo's shirt goes flying over to the armchair not too far away.
Lips still locked in a silent battle, the pair stumbles over to the bed. They lie down not too far from Taisuke but far enough so that he cannot move to reach them but he's most certainly able to see everything that's going on very clearly.
A moan of frustration, muffled by the gag, can be heard from him when Yokoo pushes all the way into Kitayama after preparing the older male for the penetration. Fujigaya is still not getting any attention and he wished he could pay less attention to his own body right now because it was not unaffected by the sight in front of him. Closing his eyes is also impossible because it just makes him more sensitive to the sounds the other two are making. He curses both Yokoo and Kitayama for restraining him and most importantly for ignoring him completely over and over again. They know that he hates to be ignored and not get any attention.
His cock is straining painfully against his pants when Yokoo comes inside of Kitayama. Apparently their leader wasn't satisfied enough though because Kitayama's cock is still hard and there's not even one drop of cum anywhere in sight on it. Fujigaya hopes that now they'll finally end their little ploy and allow him to participate. He'll go easier on them if they do.
It looks like he's right for a few moments when Yokoo and Kitayama strip off his pants but then they stop and do not take off any of his other clothes or any of the restraints for that matter.
Kitayama also doesn't face him when he straddles Fujigaya's lap, making Fujigaya's back and arms bump against the wall behind them. The other faces forward, towards Yokoo, who's standing next to the bed, a hand stroking his re-awakening erection. Fujigaya mumbles a curse into the gag that abrubtly turns into a groan when the older male rocks his hips down and impales himself on Fujigaya's stiff member. The other rides him steadily while sucking Yokoo off, who has one hand tangled in Kitayama's messy, dark hair.
It doesn't take too much longer for Kitayama to tighten around him and sending both of them reeling off into their orgasms. The older and shorter male falls back against his chest heavily and Fujigaya gives a soft grunt, resting his chin on the other's shoulder as he breathes hard through his mouth and around the gag.
His eyes look up to find Yokoo still standing in front of them and rubbing his own cock until it spasms slightly and small, white ribbons of cum splash onto Kitayama's and his face.
"I should take a picture of you two like that..." Yokoo comments and reaches out to grab his sweatpants, pulling them on before reaching over to free Taisuke from his gag.
Coughing but finally able to make himself more audible once again, Fujigaya starts to curse softly, still out of breath, before he looks up and glares, "I hate you two, so much...and I am going to kill you for this..."
"...which is precisely why your hands are still tied up..." Kitayama deadpans, not making any move to get off of Fujigaya just yet.
Fujigaya would usually shove the other off with a 'get off you're fat' comment but he can't and he knows that Kitayama knows that he can't, which is probably precisely while the other was still straddling his lap. "Fuck you..."
"You just did...but you're free to go again...although I guess Yokoo-san here will just watch then..." the older male drawls lazily.
"Do you think your fat ass can take it, Kitayama?" Fujigaya is seriously contemplating taking the other up on that challenge and rocks his hips upwards to show his determination. Kitayama turns around (with more flexibility than Fujigaya gave him credit for) and looks at him.
"You got muscles from all those Fire Beat performances, huh?" he grinds down on Fujigaya. "Care to show me?"
Cock hardening again, Fujigaya grates out between gritted teeth, "With pleasure..."
Yokoo sits down on the arm chair and watches the other two. He has to admit that they're hot, especially when their tempers flare but sometimes it gets a little bit too much for him. He'll play along for a bit but it's not a pace he can and actually wants to keep up with. It's his sense of duty that keeps him in the room. Otherwise he'd risk them killing each other, probably. He doubts that any of the threats are serious but one could never know. Especially since it was Kitayama and Fujigaya.
He notices the sudden lack of cursing and taunting and looks over to find the two locked in a fierce battle of lips and tongues. Apparently Kitayama had freed Fujigaya from the other's last restraints but had found a different way of muting the other, for the time being.
When he notices Fujigaya digging his fingers into Kitayama's back and the other grabbing onto Fujigaya's hair in return, he gets up and goes to run another bath.
Kitayama will need it and Yokoo sure doesn't want to be there when the other cannot sleep because of the pain on their trip back to Tokyo.
Comments are love.
Fandom: Kis-my-Ft2
Pairings: Yokoo Wataru x Kitayama Hiromitsu, Kitayama Hiromitsu x Fujigaya Taisuke, Fujigaya Taisuke x Kitayama Hiromitsu... well basically OT3 but not quite?
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Unbeta-ed, smut.
Disclaimer: The boys aren't mine but are real, living people. Their asses are most probably owned by JE.
Fujigaya glowers silently at the other occupant of the hotel room from his position, sitting on the bed with his hands tied behind his back and a thick string of silk keeping him from talking. He'd let his guard down for a moment and the other had taken advantage of it mercilessly. It screamed for revenge but at a later time. Now he was in no position to do anything at all. And it's not just because he's rendered immobile but also the fact that the other is clearly purposely ignoring him. Kitayama went about taking a shower and putting on the hotel provided yukata as if he were alone in the room and Fujigaya were just part of the interior decoration.
The doorbell rings and Fujigaya eyes it suspiciously before turning back to glower at Kitayama once more. The other better not leave him like this to go out. Otherwise a head would be rolling afterwards and it wouldn't be pretty.
"Hey there Yokoo-san...fancy seeing you here..." Kitayama drawled as he opened the door, yukata sliding off one shoulder slightly.
Snorting softly, the taller male entered the room and locked the door behind him. Without sparing as much as a glance at Fujigaya on one of the beds, Yokoo proceeds to slam the smaller form of Kitayama against the wall and crush their lips together in a fierce, heated kiss. Neither of them wastes any time and soon the band holding Kitayama's yukata comes loose and is dropped onto the floor, while Yokoo's shirt goes flying over to the armchair not too far away.
Lips still locked in a silent battle, the pair stumbles over to the bed. They lie down not too far from Taisuke but far enough so that he cannot move to reach them but he's most certainly able to see everything that's going on very clearly.
A moan of frustration, muffled by the gag, can be heard from him when Yokoo pushes all the way into Kitayama after preparing the older male for the penetration. Fujigaya is still not getting any attention and he wished he could pay less attention to his own body right now because it was not unaffected by the sight in front of him. Closing his eyes is also impossible because it just makes him more sensitive to the sounds the other two are making. He curses both Yokoo and Kitayama for restraining him and most importantly for ignoring him completely over and over again. They know that he hates to be ignored and not get any attention.
His cock is straining painfully against his pants when Yokoo comes inside of Kitayama. Apparently their leader wasn't satisfied enough though because Kitayama's cock is still hard and there's not even one drop of cum anywhere in sight on it. Fujigaya hopes that now they'll finally end their little ploy and allow him to participate. He'll go easier on them if they do.
It looks like he's right for a few moments when Yokoo and Kitayama strip off his pants but then they stop and do not take off any of his other clothes or any of the restraints for that matter.
Kitayama also doesn't face him when he straddles Fujigaya's lap, making Fujigaya's back and arms bump against the wall behind them. The other faces forward, towards Yokoo, who's standing next to the bed, a hand stroking his re-awakening erection. Fujigaya mumbles a curse into the gag that abrubtly turns into a groan when the older male rocks his hips down and impales himself on Fujigaya's stiff member. The other rides him steadily while sucking Yokoo off, who has one hand tangled in Kitayama's messy, dark hair.
It doesn't take too much longer for Kitayama to tighten around him and sending both of them reeling off into their orgasms. The older and shorter male falls back against his chest heavily and Fujigaya gives a soft grunt, resting his chin on the other's shoulder as he breathes hard through his mouth and around the gag.
His eyes look up to find Yokoo still standing in front of them and rubbing his own cock until it spasms slightly and small, white ribbons of cum splash onto Kitayama's and his face.
"I should take a picture of you two like that..." Yokoo comments and reaches out to grab his sweatpants, pulling them on before reaching over to free Taisuke from his gag.
Coughing but finally able to make himself more audible once again, Fujigaya starts to curse softly, still out of breath, before he looks up and glares, "I hate you two, so much...and I am going to kill you for this..."
"...which is precisely why your hands are still tied up..." Kitayama deadpans, not making any move to get off of Fujigaya just yet.
Fujigaya would usually shove the other off with a 'get off you're fat' comment but he can't and he knows that Kitayama knows that he can't, which is probably precisely while the other was still straddling his lap. "Fuck you..."
"You just did...but you're free to go again...although I guess Yokoo-san here will just watch then..." the older male drawls lazily.
"Do you think your fat ass can take it, Kitayama?" Fujigaya is seriously contemplating taking the other up on that challenge and rocks his hips upwards to show his determination. Kitayama turns around (with more flexibility than Fujigaya gave him credit for) and looks at him.
"You got muscles from all those Fire Beat performances, huh?" he grinds down on Fujigaya. "Care to show me?"
Cock hardening again, Fujigaya grates out between gritted teeth, "With pleasure..."
Yokoo sits down on the arm chair and watches the other two. He has to admit that they're hot, especially when their tempers flare but sometimes it gets a little bit too much for him. He'll play along for a bit but it's not a pace he can and actually wants to keep up with. It's his sense of duty that keeps him in the room. Otherwise he'd risk them killing each other, probably. He doubts that any of the threats are serious but one could never know. Especially since it was Kitayama and Fujigaya.
He notices the sudden lack of cursing and taunting and looks over to find the two locked in a fierce battle of lips and tongues. Apparently Kitayama had freed Fujigaya from the other's last restraints but had found a different way of muting the other, for the time being.
When he notices Fujigaya digging his fingers into Kitayama's back and the other grabbing onto Fujigaya's hair in return, he gets up and goes to run another bath.
Kitayama will need it and Yokoo sure doesn't want to be there when the other cannot sleep because of the pain on their trip back to Tokyo.
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