JE, Easy to Satisfy

Title: Easy to Satisfy [Kitayama/Totsuka]
Rating/Warnings: R for…doing it.
Summary: They don’t get to do it nearly often enough these days, in Kitayama’s opinion.
AN: Talisa_ahn wanted some mitsu/tottsu.

Easy to Satisfy

They don’t get to do it nearly often enough these days, in Kitayama’s opinion, but it’s hard to think about that, or anything, with Totsuka spread out underneath him, hair curling every which way over Kitayama’s pillow and eyes glittering darkly under low lashes.

“You need a haircut,” Kitayama informed him, working fingers against Totsuka’s scalp until Totsuka’s eyes flutter shut. “Say it again.”

“Hiromitsu,” Totsuka replies easily enough, his name a breathless lilting plea on Totsuka’s tongue, different than how his unit says it, or senpai say it or even girls say it, different than anybody.

“Again,” Kitayama demands, bending his head to worry slick red patches across Totsuka’s graceful throat, licking and sucking at the throb of Totsuka’s pulse.

“Let me on top,” Totsuka asks, arching against Kitayama so that he’s rubbing himself off against Kitayama’s stomach, and when he adds, “Hiromitsu,” Kitayama guesses there could be worse things.

It’s more than worth it when Totsuka is doing all the work, acrobatic-strong thighs lifting and dropping him onto Kitayama over and over, leaning over Kitayama with his hair hanging in lazy curls over his face and shoulders, repeating Kitayama’s name as much as he likes, until Kitayama’s vision goes fuzzy at the edges with the rush of his orgasm.

Limbs pleasantly tangled with Totsuka’s warm, flexible ones, Kitayama buries his face in the hair curling across the back of Totsuka’s neck and heaves a sigh of contentment that makes Totsuka squirm and chuckle.

“Hiromitsu,” Totsuka says, like he’s just saying it, making Kitayama hum half a question mark. “Nothing, it’s just nice to be with someone so easy to satisfy, for once.”

“You’re so getting fucked next time,” Kitayama retorts, voice warm and lazy, all promise and not much threat.

“Be that as it may, don’t you think we ought to put ourselves to rights before the rest of our respective units show back up?”

“Gimme one good reason,” Kitayama says, working a thigh in between Totsuka’s and nosing Totsuka’s hair out of the way to scrape his teeth over the top of Totsuka’s spine.

Totsuka finds he can’t think of a single one.

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