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sparklynoodles.livejournal.comI tried to write Tamamiya. And then this happened. Happy birthday, you sneaky little bastard.
Bed is the only place he feels comfortable, if he's incredibly honest with himself. It's not like he's lazy, exactly, it's just that he values comfort above everything else. His India trip was squarely out of his comfort zone, and although it was kind of fun for him, he feels that if there is a comfortable option available, that should be the road taken.
Wouldn't Mumbai have been so much nicer on 100,000 yen or something like that?
---
"I'm home," Ohkura mumbles quietly, stripping off his clothes quickly, the fresh after-shower smell permeating the air. Kitayama smiles and scoots over, wrapping around Ohkura's large warm body like a koala.
Kitayama smiles into Ohkura's curls, moving closer and closer. "You smell good," he says quietly, closing his eyes as Ohkura pulls the covers over them. "It's your shampoo, you dork," Ohkura laughs, turning towards Kitayama and folding his arms around Kitayama's waist.
Kitayama grumbles and yawns, Ohkura's arms a relaxing weight. "I want pancakes for breakfast," Ohkura mumbles, his eyes sliding shut as Kitayama chuckles.
"That means you're making them right?" Kitayama asks, and when he's met with silence, he sighs.
He guesses it's his turn to cook then.
---
"Oh my...Ta...oh," Kitayama breathes, hissing on every syllable, his fingers turning white as his grip on the headboard grew tighter.
Ohkura chuckles, and Kitayama feels the vibrations on his shaft and nearly lets go. Hissing, Kitayama lets out a thin wail, Ohkura's fingers digging into his hips.
Kitayama tries to think of the unsexiest thing in the world, and even though Miyata in a skirt holds it off for quite awhile, he can only fight against Ohkura's skilled tongue for so long.
Letting go, Ohkura swallows all of Kitayama's release, looking up with a smirk as he wipes a hand across his mouth.
"Thanks for the pancakes," Ohkura laughs as Kitayama collapses to the bed, nearly wheezing with the exertion of holding off an orgasm for so long.
---
Ohkura slides his hand down to reach for Kitayama's smaller one, half asleep in the early morning Tokyo twilight. Kitayama smiles, lacing his fingers through Ohkura's. They have barely left Ohkura's bed, let alone Ohkura's apartment for two days, both being on a rare break. Kitayama is fine with that.
In fact, he'd like to stay there forever.
Only if he could get bedside delivery of ice cream though.
---
Bed is the most comfortable place in the world, Kitayama thinks. And since he's always right (what did he tell Fujigaya about those awful velour tracksuit pants)....then bed is the best.
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ayame_hadouken!
Bed is the only place he feels comfortable, if he's incredibly honest with himself. It's not like he's lazy, exactly, it's just that he values comfort above everything else. His India trip was squarely out of his comfort zone, and although it was kind of fun for him, he feels that if there is a comfortable option available, that should be the road taken.
Wouldn't Mumbai have been so much nicer on 100,000 yen or something like that?
---
"I'm home," Ohkura mumbles quietly, stripping off his clothes quickly, the fresh after-shower smell permeating the air. Kitayama smiles and scoots over, wrapping around Ohkura's large warm body like a koala.
Kitayama smiles into Ohkura's curls, moving closer and closer. "You smell good," he says quietly, closing his eyes as Ohkura pulls the covers over them. "It's your shampoo, you dork," Ohkura laughs, turning towards Kitayama and folding his arms around Kitayama's waist.
Kitayama grumbles and yawns, Ohkura's arms a relaxing weight. "I want pancakes for breakfast," Ohkura mumbles, his eyes sliding shut as Kitayama chuckles.
"That means you're making them right?" Kitayama asks, and when he's met with silence, he sighs.
He guesses it's his turn to cook then.
---
"Oh my...Ta...oh," Kitayama breathes, hissing on every syllable, his fingers turning white as his grip on the headboard grew tighter.
Ohkura chuckles, and Kitayama feels the vibrations on his shaft and nearly lets go. Hissing, Kitayama lets out a thin wail, Ohkura's fingers digging into his hips.
Kitayama tries to think of the unsexiest thing in the world, and even though Miyata in a skirt holds it off for quite awhile, he can only fight against Ohkura's skilled tongue for so long.
Letting go, Ohkura swallows all of Kitayama's release, looking up with a smirk as he wipes a hand across his mouth.
"Thanks for the pancakes," Ohkura laughs as Kitayama collapses to the bed, nearly wheezing with the exertion of holding off an orgasm for so long.
---
Ohkura slides his hand down to reach for Kitayama's smaller one, half asleep in the early morning Tokyo twilight. Kitayama smiles, lacing his fingers through Ohkura's. They have barely left Ohkura's bed, let alone Ohkura's apartment for two days, both being on a rare break. Kitayama is fine with that.
In fact, he'd like to stay there forever.
Only if he could get bedside delivery of ice cream though.
---
Bed is the most comfortable place in the world, Kitayama thinks. And since he's always right (what did he tell Fujigaya about those awful velour tracksuit pants)....then bed is the best.
Your move,
ayame_hadouken!