[One-Shot] All the right things (NC-17)
Title: All the right things
Fandom: Kis-My-Ft2
Pairings/Characters: Miyata Toshiya + Tamamori Yuta, cameos by others
Rating: NC-17/R
Warnings: Smut.
Disclaimer: Not mine. Owned by J&A and avex.
A/N: I fail at smut *grovels*. For mousapelli and snowqueenofhoth ^_^ ♥
It only happened once in a while. Yes, Tamamori was usually the more active one in their relationship in terms of going out and doing things but when it came down to their physical relationship, it was a whole different matter. What was more surprising to Miyata when it happened wasn’t that it happened but the intensity with which it happened this time around.
When they had walked into their shared hotel room, Miyata had been upright, standing. A moment later, once the door had fallen shut, he suddenly found himself on his back.
Tamamori was on top of him, straddling his hips. The other’s arms were resting to the sides of his head and their lips were firmly locked in a kiss. A soft creaking sound came from the hotel bed as he shifted slightly to adjust his position and wrap an arm around Tamamori’s waist to pull the other closer.
When their lips parted again, Miyata wanted to ask something, to speak but Tamamori’s lips were back on his before he could even form a word, make a sound. The other kissed him like he was starved for them. Or maybe like someone who was afraid of losing them. It made Miyata little sad and he pulled the other even closer into his arms, tried to reassure Tamamori.
The next time they broke one of the kisses for a longer time, it was Tamamori who started talking first.
“You have to make sure that you’ll come along with me all the way, be by my side,” Tamamori sounded desperate. “Or I’ll lose you!”
Miyata shook his head, his smile gentle, “No. I’ll always stay behind you, Tama-chan. I’ll support you and look after you. I cannot come all the way up to you.”
“Why? Mi-Toshiya, what are you saying?”
“It’s because if I come up there with you, I’ll just be blinded by the bright, shining you. If I remain a little further back, I’ll still be able to see you properly. I’ll see the you nobody else gets to see,” Miyata replied softly and leaned in for a kiss. His was different from Tamamori’s frantic, desperate ones. It was calm, loving, and gentle. It seemed to suck all the tension out of Tamamori’s body again.
Tamamori’s arms grew weak and he lowered himself down onto Miyata’s warm body, whacking the other’s shoulder gently in the process. “Why do you always find the right words to say? Always. Not just when there’s a script. I can’t do that. Why, Toshiya? Why? Tell me!”
Laughing softly, Miyata ran his fingers through Tamamori’s hair. “Now, don’t go comparing yourself with people. Especially not me. People will think you’re weird.”
The other raised an eyebrow at him.
“Ah wait, they already do that, don’t they?” he chuckled. “Oh well, we’re the weird pair then.”
“We’ve always been that,” Tamamori pointed out.
Miyata grinned, “Your odd moments of clarity are amazing, Tama-chan.”
“Idiot!” Tamamori whacked him again. Only to yelp the next moment when Miyata rolled them over and flipped their positions. Ah, the luxury of having a big hotel bed.
“I’ll always be right behind you,” Miyata whispered and kissed his way down Tamamori’s neck.
“But what if I want to see you?” Tamamori asked. “I won’t be able to see you when you’re behind me!” He grabbed Miyata by the collar. “Look at me. I want to see you.”
Miyata let Tamamori tug off the shirt. “Can’t say no to that, now can I?”
“You never say no to anything I say,” Tamamori pointed out and ran his hands down the other’s body appreciatively, sending little shivers down Miyata’s back.
“True.”
That was as far as talk between them went for the time being. Tamamori knew he didn’t have to talk any more to get what he wanted, to get well and thoroughly spoiled by Miyata. All he needed to do was to lean back and feel. And that he did.
His skin tingled pleasantly under Miyata’s fingers, even more so under the other’s lips. The other knew where he liked to be touched, kissed - and for how long. Tamamori’s little impatient whimper was cut off by a high pitched whine when Miyata gently pushed a slick finger inside of him, first one, then another. And then Tamamori’s world went white.
A rustling sound off to his side pulled him back into the here and now a few moments later. Miyata was fishing for a condom with his free hand.
Worrying his lower lip, Tamamori decided to change the course of action a little. As much as he enjoyed being spoiled rotten and as much as Miyata insisted on him leaning back and enjoying, Tamamori wanted to give something back to the other as well. He grabbed the other’s hand and stopped Miyata. “Let me,” he breathed out and pushed himself up.
There was no objection of course and Miyata’s fingers slid out of him again as their positions changed, Tamamori pushing his boyfriend back so that the other was sitting on his knees on the bed.
Looking down, Tamamori paused shortly. He hadn’t done this in a while.
“Tama-chan but you have to-”
“You’re not being selfish for yourself so I have to be selfish for you, too. So much trouble,” Tamamori heaved an overly dramatic sigh and then wrapped his fingers around the base of Miyata’s cock. “I’ll be careful. You need to hold still, too though.”
Miyata’s body didn’t move an inch anymore after Tamamori’s lips and mouth were wrapped around his half-hard cock. “Yuta,” Miyata’s eyes fell shut and his hands gripped the bed-sheets tightly, knuckles turning white. “Keep that up and I’m not going to make it.”
Both pride and possessiveness welled up inside of Tamamori upon hearing those words. Letting Miyata slide out again with a wet ‘pop’, he made short work of one of the condom wrappers and slid the rubber onto the other. “I’ll be angry if that happens,” he gave the cock a few strokes.
“I’ll do my best, if it’s for Tama-chan,” Miyata whispered back. He rested a hand on Tamamori’s hip and was about to push the other back down but instead found Tamamori pushed upwards instead.
Eyes widening in fascination, Miyata watched how Tamamori straddled him once more. His brain threatened to go MIA when his boyfriend lowered himself down onto him. His grip on the other’s hips tightened and he unintentionally pulled the other down even further.
Their gasps cut through the silence of the room.
Tamamori scowled at him, scolding him silently.
“Sorry,” Miyata whispered and leaned up to kiss the other as an apology.
Pouting at first, Tamamori’s lips soon melted against Miyata’s though and the pain was forgotten. He wanted to lean further down to be able to better kiss the other but broke the contact with a soft whimper of discomfort. His hair had gotten tangled in his earrings.
Before he could untangle it himself, Miyata’s hand had moved to his cheek and then untangled hair and silver again gently. Once he was done, Miyata pushed Tamamori’s hear back and leaned up to kiss and nip at a spot just under the other’s ear which made Tamamori sigh happily. “All the right things,” the words fell from Tamamori’s lips then.
“Mh?”
“You don’t just say them but you do all the right things, too.”
“Only for you, Tama-chan,” Miyata smiled.
Tamamori wrapped his arms around the other and pressed his body against Miyata’s tightly as they rocked their hips against each other’s in a steady rhythm.
His lips didn’t leave Miyata’s anymore unless they absolutely had to and then never for more than a few seconds. When his orgasm claimed Tamamori, he let out shuddery breaths against his boyfriend’s lips and clawed at Miyata’s back and shoulders.
Miyata came with a soft groan, muffled by Tamamori’s collarbone.
Once they had both recovered somewhat, Miyata helped Tamamori to lie down on the bed and pulled the blankets up. He left for a moment to get rid of some stuff and Tamamori immediately flailed an arm, making a soft, complaining noise.
“I’m right here,” Miyata slid into the bed into the spot behind Tamamori. “Right behind you.”
“You better stay there,” Tamamori muttered and pulled one of Miyata’s arms around him, keeping his hand on top of the other’s securely. “Stay there,” he repeated.
Smiling, Miyata pulled Tamamori closer. “Always. I’ll even creep after you into your dreams.”
“Gross,” Tamamori muttered but he was smiling as he closed his eyes and let himself drift off.
~*~
OMAKE
~*~
“Nika-chan, we totally need a plan! They’re winning without even trying!” Senga whined, sitting cross-legged on Nikaido’s bed, earring dangling from one ear.
The matching earring dangled from Nikaido’s ear, who was sitting on the other end of the bed, legs stretched out and back resting against the headboard. “Don’t worry, Kenpi. We’ll show them.”
“Do you have a plan?” Senga asked hopefully, eyes sparkling.
“No. Not yet,” the corner of Nikaido’s mouth twitched. “But I’ll come up with something.”
Senga pounced him, “Yay! Nika-chan is awesome! I love you!”
“I love you, too, Kenpi.”
“Nika-chan is my ‘sexy honey bunny’,” Senga grinned.
“Isn’t our group full of bunnies lately,” Nikaido sounded amused.
Somebody pounded against their wall from the other side.
“Just fuck and go to sleep already!”
Nikaido hollered back, “Sucks to be in the single room between all the couples, doesn’t it, Taipi?”
“Fuck off!”
Senga snickered.
“Well, if you insist!” Nikaido leered at Senga, who looked back up without an ounce of shame. “Let’s be extra noisy tonight. Can’t have poor Taipi stuck in there all by himself without some entertainment.”
“You’re mean, Nika-chan.”
“You like me like this.”
“I do.”
Fandom: Kis-My-Ft2
Pairings/Characters: Miyata Toshiya + Tamamori Yuta, cameos by others
Rating: NC-17/R
Warnings: Smut.
Disclaimer: Not mine. Owned by J&A and avex.
A/N: I fail at smut *grovels*. For mousapelli and snowqueenofhoth ^_^ ♥
It only happened once in a while. Yes, Tamamori was usually the more active one in their relationship in terms of going out and doing things but when it came down to their physical relationship, it was a whole different matter. What was more surprising to Miyata when it happened wasn’t that it happened but the intensity with which it happened this time around.
When they had walked into their shared hotel room, Miyata had been upright, standing. A moment later, once the door had fallen shut, he suddenly found himself on his back.
Tamamori was on top of him, straddling his hips. The other’s arms were resting to the sides of his head and their lips were firmly locked in a kiss. A soft creaking sound came from the hotel bed as he shifted slightly to adjust his position and wrap an arm around Tamamori’s waist to pull the other closer.
When their lips parted again, Miyata wanted to ask something, to speak but Tamamori’s lips were back on his before he could even form a word, make a sound. The other kissed him like he was starved for them. Or maybe like someone who was afraid of losing them. It made Miyata little sad and he pulled the other even closer into his arms, tried to reassure Tamamori.
The next time they broke one of the kisses for a longer time, it was Tamamori who started talking first.
“You have to make sure that you’ll come along with me all the way, be by my side,” Tamamori sounded desperate. “Or I’ll lose you!”
Miyata shook his head, his smile gentle, “No. I’ll always stay behind you, Tama-chan. I’ll support you and look after you. I cannot come all the way up to you.”
“Why? Mi-Toshiya, what are you saying?”
“It’s because if I come up there with you, I’ll just be blinded by the bright, shining you. If I remain a little further back, I’ll still be able to see you properly. I’ll see the you nobody else gets to see,” Miyata replied softly and leaned in for a kiss. His was different from Tamamori’s frantic, desperate ones. It was calm, loving, and gentle. It seemed to suck all the tension out of Tamamori’s body again.
Tamamori’s arms grew weak and he lowered himself down onto Miyata’s warm body, whacking the other’s shoulder gently in the process. “Why do you always find the right words to say? Always. Not just when there’s a script. I can’t do that. Why, Toshiya? Why? Tell me!”
Laughing softly, Miyata ran his fingers through Tamamori’s hair. “Now, don’t go comparing yourself with people. Especially not me. People will think you’re weird.”
The other raised an eyebrow at him.
“Ah wait, they already do that, don’t they?” he chuckled. “Oh well, we’re the weird pair then.”
“We’ve always been that,” Tamamori pointed out.
Miyata grinned, “Your odd moments of clarity are amazing, Tama-chan.”
“Idiot!” Tamamori whacked him again. Only to yelp the next moment when Miyata rolled them over and flipped their positions. Ah, the luxury of having a big hotel bed.
“I’ll always be right behind you,” Miyata whispered and kissed his way down Tamamori’s neck.
“But what if I want to see you?” Tamamori asked. “I won’t be able to see you when you’re behind me!” He grabbed Miyata by the collar. “Look at me. I want to see you.”
Miyata let Tamamori tug off the shirt. “Can’t say no to that, now can I?”
“You never say no to anything I say,” Tamamori pointed out and ran his hands down the other’s body appreciatively, sending little shivers down Miyata’s back.
“True.”
That was as far as talk between them went for the time being. Tamamori knew he didn’t have to talk any more to get what he wanted, to get well and thoroughly spoiled by Miyata. All he needed to do was to lean back and feel. And that he did.
His skin tingled pleasantly under Miyata’s fingers, even more so under the other’s lips. The other knew where he liked to be touched, kissed - and for how long. Tamamori’s little impatient whimper was cut off by a high pitched whine when Miyata gently pushed a slick finger inside of him, first one, then another. And then Tamamori’s world went white.
A rustling sound off to his side pulled him back into the here and now a few moments later. Miyata was fishing for a condom with his free hand.
Worrying his lower lip, Tamamori decided to change the course of action a little. As much as he enjoyed being spoiled rotten and as much as Miyata insisted on him leaning back and enjoying, Tamamori wanted to give something back to the other as well. He grabbed the other’s hand and stopped Miyata. “Let me,” he breathed out and pushed himself up.
There was no objection of course and Miyata’s fingers slid out of him again as their positions changed, Tamamori pushing his boyfriend back so that the other was sitting on his knees on the bed.
Looking down, Tamamori paused shortly. He hadn’t done this in a while.
“Tama-chan but you have to-”
“You’re not being selfish for yourself so I have to be selfish for you, too. So much trouble,” Tamamori heaved an overly dramatic sigh and then wrapped his fingers around the base of Miyata’s cock. “I’ll be careful. You need to hold still, too though.”
Miyata’s body didn’t move an inch anymore after Tamamori’s lips and mouth were wrapped around his half-hard cock. “Yuta,” Miyata’s eyes fell shut and his hands gripped the bed-sheets tightly, knuckles turning white. “Keep that up and I’m not going to make it.”
Both pride and possessiveness welled up inside of Tamamori upon hearing those words. Letting Miyata slide out again with a wet ‘pop’, he made short work of one of the condom wrappers and slid the rubber onto the other. “I’ll be angry if that happens,” he gave the cock a few strokes.
“I’ll do my best, if it’s for Tama-chan,” Miyata whispered back. He rested a hand on Tamamori’s hip and was about to push the other back down but instead found Tamamori pushed upwards instead.
Eyes widening in fascination, Miyata watched how Tamamori straddled him once more. His brain threatened to go MIA when his boyfriend lowered himself down onto him. His grip on the other’s hips tightened and he unintentionally pulled the other down even further.
Their gasps cut through the silence of the room.
Tamamori scowled at him, scolding him silently.
“Sorry,” Miyata whispered and leaned up to kiss the other as an apology.
Pouting at first, Tamamori’s lips soon melted against Miyata’s though and the pain was forgotten. He wanted to lean further down to be able to better kiss the other but broke the contact with a soft whimper of discomfort. His hair had gotten tangled in his earrings.
Before he could untangle it himself, Miyata’s hand had moved to his cheek and then untangled hair and silver again gently. Once he was done, Miyata pushed Tamamori’s hear back and leaned up to kiss and nip at a spot just under the other’s ear which made Tamamori sigh happily. “All the right things,” the words fell from Tamamori’s lips then.
“Mh?”
“You don’t just say them but you do all the right things, too.”
“Only for you, Tama-chan,” Miyata smiled.
Tamamori wrapped his arms around the other and pressed his body against Miyata’s tightly as they rocked their hips against each other’s in a steady rhythm.
His lips didn’t leave Miyata’s anymore unless they absolutely had to and then never for more than a few seconds. When his orgasm claimed Tamamori, he let out shuddery breaths against his boyfriend’s lips and clawed at Miyata’s back and shoulders.
Miyata came with a soft groan, muffled by Tamamori’s collarbone.
Once they had both recovered somewhat, Miyata helped Tamamori to lie down on the bed and pulled the blankets up. He left for a moment to get rid of some stuff and Tamamori immediately flailed an arm, making a soft, complaining noise.
“I’m right here,” Miyata slid into the bed into the spot behind Tamamori. “Right behind you.”
“You better stay there,” Tamamori muttered and pulled one of Miyata’s arms around him, keeping his hand on top of the other’s securely. “Stay there,” he repeated.
Smiling, Miyata pulled Tamamori closer. “Always. I’ll even creep after you into your dreams.”
“Gross,” Tamamori muttered but he was smiling as he closed his eyes and let himself drift off.
~*~
OMAKE
~*~
“Nika-chan, we totally need a plan! They’re winning without even trying!” Senga whined, sitting cross-legged on Nikaido’s bed, earring dangling from one ear.
The matching earring dangled from Nikaido’s ear, who was sitting on the other end of the bed, legs stretched out and back resting against the headboard. “Don’t worry, Kenpi. We’ll show them.”
“Do you have a plan?” Senga asked hopefully, eyes sparkling.
“No. Not yet,” the corner of Nikaido’s mouth twitched. “But I’ll come up with something.”
Senga pounced him, “Yay! Nika-chan is awesome! I love you!”
“I love you, too, Kenpi.”
“Nika-chan is my ‘sexy honey bunny’,” Senga grinned.
“Isn’t our group full of bunnies lately,” Nikaido sounded amused.
Somebody pounded against their wall from the other side.
“Just fuck and go to sleep already!”
Nikaido hollered back, “Sucks to be in the single room between all the couples, doesn’t it, Taipi?”
“Fuck off!”
Senga snickered.
“Well, if you insist!” Nikaido leered at Senga, who looked back up without an ounce of shame. “Let’s be extra noisy tonight. Can’t have poor Taipi stuck in there all by himself without some entertainment.”
“You’re mean, Nika-chan.”
“You like me like this.”
“I do.”