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[Team 1] Fire Beat
I asked who should fuck Kitayama and the reply was "everyone".
"Tighter?" Kitayama laughed. "I could fuck a dozen people and be tighter than you."
Fujigaya's glare could have taken the paint of a wall. “I've done a dozen. That's nothing.”
“Two dozen,” Kitayama amended.
“That's all your ass can take?”
“My ass is that mighty, I can fuck every unmarried member of the jimusho between the ages of eighteen and forty, dance a whole song afterwards and ride you to completion.”
"Prove it."
"With pleasure." Kitayama's eyes raked up and down Fujigaya's body. "What do I get if I win?"
Bristling at the challenge, Fujigaya replied, “Anything you want that won't get us fired.”
~~~
It probably said something about Kitayama that he could organize that kind of gangbang in a couple of hours.
It probably said even more about him that he enjoyed every moment of it. After the first five or so, things became a bit of a blur, but a few faces stood out to him.
Yokoo, amused concern. Nagase, a dick big enough to leave an impression. Totsuka, who gave him a sweet kiss and finished with only three thrusts. Nakai, who got him off even though he took a turn late enough in the game Kitayama hadn't thought he could get it up again. Nozawa, who didn't touch him any more than absolutely necessary. Yasui, who did things with his tongue that convinced Kitayama to give that boy a try sometime when he could actually enjoy him properly. Domoto Tsuyoshi, whose touch sent sparks singing through his blood.
Pleasantly numb. That was how he felt, Kitayama decided. A cock or two or even three were never enough, but now, for the first time in his life, he could say with confidence that he'd gotten all the dick he wanted.
“That... that was the last one,” Nikaido said with weary respect. “Can you get up?”
Kitayama smirked. “I can do anything.”
The numbness would fade in a few minutes and then, he was certain, he wouldn't want to move for a day or a week or maybe ever, but right now, there was nothing he couldn't do. He rose to his feet and met Fujigaya's eyes. “Bring it on.”
Fujigaya pressed a button and music started. Grinning as the first few notes of Fire Beat filled the air, Kitayama gave himself over to the dance. Fujigaya had picked this song in the believe that Kitayama, if he could stand at all, wouldn't be able to get up again after sinking to his knees, but Kitayama proved him wrong. He rolled his hips, knelt on the floor, and gave a performance as good as any he'd ever given on stage.
When the last notes of song faded, Kitayama pounced on Fujigaya, pushed him down to the floor. Fujigaya was hard as a rock, straining against his jeans. Kitayama freed him and sank down onto his dick without hesitation – everyone else had worn protection, but he'd make Fujigaya feel the unrestrained power of his ass.
Kitayama's hole was gaping wide after all the dicks it had entertained, but he used all the power of his muscular buttocks to squeeze tight around Fujigaya. He squeezed tight enough to make Fujigaya gasp, and that was even before he rolled his hips.
“Impossible,” Fujigaya moaned, but Kitayama picked that moment to rise up before slamming back down, taking away all of Fujigaya's breath.
With Kitayama riding him hard and fast, it didn't take long for Fujigaya to come – he'd been watching Kitayama get fucked for hours, had watched some of his favourite senpai fuck Kitayama's firm, round ass; it was a miracle he lasted as long as he did.
When Fujigaya thrust up into Kitayama and spilled himself with a curse, Kitayama smirked down at him. “I win.”
With that said, Kitayama collapsed, unaware of anything until he awoke the next morning. His body ached and especially his ass protested the workout it had gotten.
Nonetheless, Kitayama felt content, not least because Fujigaya was curled warm against his side. He shoved Fujigaya hard enough to push him out of the bed. Fujigaya sat up and glared blearily at him. “Make me breakfast,” Kitayama ordered, “And wear a cute little apron. You'll be my maid for the foreseeable future.”
Grumbling to himself, Fujigaya did as he was told, as Kitayama had known he would. Kitayama would enjoy having Fujigaya as his personal servant, at least until Fujigaya could perhaps prove that he was the bigger whore, could maybe win their next bet.
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miquilis.
"Tighter?" Kitayama laughed. "I could fuck a dozen people and be tighter than you."
Fujigaya's glare could have taken the paint of a wall. “I've done a dozen. That's nothing.”
“Two dozen,” Kitayama amended.
“That's all your ass can take?”
“My ass is that mighty, I can fuck every unmarried member of the jimusho between the ages of eighteen and forty, dance a whole song afterwards and ride you to completion.”
"Prove it."
"With pleasure." Kitayama's eyes raked up and down Fujigaya's body. "What do I get if I win?"
Bristling at the challenge, Fujigaya replied, “Anything you want that won't get us fired.”
~~~
It probably said something about Kitayama that he could organize that kind of gangbang in a couple of hours.
It probably said even more about him that he enjoyed every moment of it. After the first five or so, things became a bit of a blur, but a few faces stood out to him.
Yokoo, amused concern. Nagase, a dick big enough to leave an impression. Totsuka, who gave him a sweet kiss and finished with only three thrusts. Nakai, who got him off even though he took a turn late enough in the game Kitayama hadn't thought he could get it up again. Nozawa, who didn't touch him any more than absolutely necessary. Yasui, who did things with his tongue that convinced Kitayama to give that boy a try sometime when he could actually enjoy him properly. Domoto Tsuyoshi, whose touch sent sparks singing through his blood.
Pleasantly numb. That was how he felt, Kitayama decided. A cock or two or even three were never enough, but now, for the first time in his life, he could say with confidence that he'd gotten all the dick he wanted.
“That... that was the last one,” Nikaido said with weary respect. “Can you get up?”
Kitayama smirked. “I can do anything.”
The numbness would fade in a few minutes and then, he was certain, he wouldn't want to move for a day or a week or maybe ever, but right now, there was nothing he couldn't do. He rose to his feet and met Fujigaya's eyes. “Bring it on.”
Fujigaya pressed a button and music started. Grinning as the first few notes of Fire Beat filled the air, Kitayama gave himself over to the dance. Fujigaya had picked this song in the believe that Kitayama, if he could stand at all, wouldn't be able to get up again after sinking to his knees, but Kitayama proved him wrong. He rolled his hips, knelt on the floor, and gave a performance as good as any he'd ever given on stage.
When the last notes of song faded, Kitayama pounced on Fujigaya, pushed him down to the floor. Fujigaya was hard as a rock, straining against his jeans. Kitayama freed him and sank down onto his dick without hesitation – everyone else had worn protection, but he'd make Fujigaya feel the unrestrained power of his ass.
Kitayama's hole was gaping wide after all the dicks it had entertained, but he used all the power of his muscular buttocks to squeeze tight around Fujigaya. He squeezed tight enough to make Fujigaya gasp, and that was even before he rolled his hips.
“Impossible,” Fujigaya moaned, but Kitayama picked that moment to rise up before slamming back down, taking away all of Fujigaya's breath.
With Kitayama riding him hard and fast, it didn't take long for Fujigaya to come – he'd been watching Kitayama get fucked for hours, had watched some of his favourite senpai fuck Kitayama's firm, round ass; it was a miracle he lasted as long as he did.
When Fujigaya thrust up into Kitayama and spilled himself with a curse, Kitayama smirked down at him. “I win.”
With that said, Kitayama collapsed, unaware of anything until he awoke the next morning. His body ached and especially his ass protested the workout it had gotten.
Nonetheless, Kitayama felt content, not least because Fujigaya was curled warm against his side. He shoved Fujigaya hard enough to push him out of the bed. Fujigaya sat up and glared blearily at him. “Make me breakfast,” Kitayama ordered, “And wear a cute little apron. You'll be my maid for the foreseeable future.”
Grumbling to himself, Fujigaya did as he was told, as Kitayama had known he would. Kitayama would enjoy having Fujigaya as his personal servant, at least until Fujigaya could perhaps prove that he was the bigger whore, could maybe win their next bet.
Next up is
miquilis.
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Kitayama smirked. “I can do anything.”
i will never doubt him again.
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" Kitayama would enjoy having Fujigaya as his personal servant" a fic of this PLEASE!!!
thanks for sharing dear I enjoy every minute!!
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