[Snippet] Mirror Image - Miyavi/Reita
Title: Mirror Image (it seemed to fit well XD)
Author: Kagome
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Miyavi/Reita
Notes: Written for Tash-chan (slyfatale) on the same night I wrote the Aoi/Miyavi for Miya-chan. ^_^
Reita tightened his hold on Miyavi's hair, tugging roughly, exposing more of his lover's neck. He bit down hard - hard enough to leave a mark, but not hard enough to draw blood. Not yet, at least. This tore a moan from Miyavi's throat, and a rather loud one at that.
Miyavi liked it rough at times, Reita knew that much, and he was more than happy to cater to his lover's desires. "Just like that, Miya-chan," he purred. "Moan for me just like that again."
His other hand, which had been resting on Miyavi's thigh, now slid up a little, fingers ghosting teasingly over the smooth skin of Miyavi's inner thighs. He was teasing on purpose, enjoying the little gasping noises that Miyavi was making, loving the way his lover was begging for more.
He licked at the bite mark he had left on Miyavi's neck and then he sucked on the skin, knowing full-well that the mark would be visible to everyone by tomorrow, and that only served to turn him on even more. "Mine," he whispered possessively, his fingers finally curling around Miyavi's length, squeezing and making Miyavi cry out. "Tell me you're mine, Miya-chan."
"I'm yours," Miyavi gasped, thrusting his hips up into that touch. "I'm always yours, Rei-chan..."
Yes...
Reita's gaze then fell on the mirror, and a shiver ran through him at the sight of them - Miyavi sitting in front of him, his eyes glazed over with unhidden passion, Reita was seated behind Miyavi, one hand in Miyavi's hair, the other wrapped around Miyavi's cock. He met Miyavi's eyes in the mirror and shivered yet again. Miyavi had no doubt been watching this whole time.
"Keep your eyes on the mirror, Miya-chan," he whispered. "Watch while I stroke you, and then watch while I fuck you."
He both heard and saw Miyavi gasp - his lips parting slightly, his eyes sliding closed and then blinking back open.
Reita was truly beginning to understand why Miyavi seemed to have a fascination with getting off in front of the mirror, now. Was he ever beginning to understand.
Author: Kagome
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Miyavi/Reita
Notes: Written for Tash-chan (slyfatale) on the same night I wrote the Aoi/Miyavi for Miya-chan. ^_^
Reita tightened his hold on Miyavi's hair, tugging roughly, exposing more of his lover's neck. He bit down hard - hard enough to leave a mark, but not hard enough to draw blood. Not yet, at least. This tore a moan from Miyavi's throat, and a rather loud one at that.
Miyavi liked it rough at times, Reita knew that much, and he was more than happy to cater to his lover's desires. "Just like that, Miya-chan," he purred. "Moan for me just like that again."
His other hand, which had been resting on Miyavi's thigh, now slid up a little, fingers ghosting teasingly over the smooth skin of Miyavi's inner thighs. He was teasing on purpose, enjoying the little gasping noises that Miyavi was making, loving the way his lover was begging for more.
He licked at the bite mark he had left on Miyavi's neck and then he sucked on the skin, knowing full-well that the mark would be visible to everyone by tomorrow, and that only served to turn him on even more. "Mine," he whispered possessively, his fingers finally curling around Miyavi's length, squeezing and making Miyavi cry out. "Tell me you're mine, Miya-chan."
"I'm yours," Miyavi gasped, thrusting his hips up into that touch. "I'm always yours, Rei-chan..."
Yes...
Reita's gaze then fell on the mirror, and a shiver ran through him at the sight of them - Miyavi sitting in front of him, his eyes glazed over with unhidden passion, Reita was seated behind Miyavi, one hand in Miyavi's hair, the other wrapped around Miyavi's cock. He met Miyavi's eyes in the mirror and shivered yet again. Miyavi had no doubt been watching this whole time.
"Keep your eyes on the mirror, Miya-chan," he whispered. "Watch while I stroke you, and then watch while I fuck you."
He both heard and saw Miyavi gasp - his lips parting slightly, his eyes sliding closed and then blinking back open.
Reita was truly beginning to understand why Miyavi seemed to have a fascination with getting off in front of the mirror, now. Was he ever beginning to understand.