[one-shot] Pointers
Title: Pointers
Fandom: Kis-My-Ft2
Pairings/Characters: Miyata Toshiya x Tamamori Yuta, Kisugirls, Kitayama Hiromitsu
Rating: NC-17/R
Warnings: Smut. Oh and girls.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
A/N: Written for je100's Halloween Trick or Drabble Challenge (yeah I know this is a bit long for a drabble, too). Here's your treat miquilis ♥~
When he is about to leave India again, an old man at the airport who’s supposed to be something like a fortune teller or so the cameraman tells him, gives him a parting gift. It’s a small box and Kitayama doesn’t really think much of it and thanks the man. After a moment of thinking, the rips out one of the pages from his scrapbook and writes a short poem onto it in neat calligraphy to give it to the man in return. The white-haired Indian smiled at him and thanked him before sending him on his way back to Japan.
Kitayama didn’t get around to looking at the contents of the box (it couldn’t be anything questionable because security didn’t stop him or question him about it) until he got back to his home in Tokyo. He’s surprised to find a key inside the box.
“A key? Is it supposed to be some kind of accessory?” he couldn’t really think of anything else to use it for. After all, nothing had come with it, no lock.
He walked past his mirror when he noticed something odd. “Do I need to cut my ha-” he stared at the person in the mirror. It was him and yet it wasn’t. Also, they weren’t doing what he was doing but pointing to the side.
When his eyes wandered to the indicated spot, he found a keyhole right there. The key of course, fit right in.
That marked the beginning of a few rather turbulent weeks and the start of a rather odd friendship.
“You found the key~” Kitayama Hiroko grinned.
~*~
Tamamori lounged on a chair in the club. All of Kis-My-Ft2 had gone together after something or other that had gone down between Kitayama and Fujigaya (again). Usually Tamamori did enjoy the occasional trip to a club but tonight he wasn’t feeling like joining the crowd.
Where’d Miyata go? He would have thought the other to be a little too shy for this kind of place, so that the other would be around to keep him company. Plus, Miyata had promised him to get him a drink a few minutes and Tamamori was getting more than a little thirsty now.
Getting up, he tried to look over to the side where the bar was situated to find his group mate.
When he caught sight of Miyata, Tamamori’s eyes narrowed. Was he flirting with a girl? And Miyata didn’t look shy or adverse at all. No, on the contrary. He was looking at her the way he would usually look only at Tamamori.
The corner of Tamamori’s mouth twitched and his expression was probably reminiscent to the one of ‘Ren’ in Ikemen desu ne, a very displeased one.
“You look jealous,” a soft voice commented from the side. “Are you jealous?”
Tamamori had been about to snap at the girl but when he looked at her, his words all flew out of the window and he needed to do a double take.
“Like what you see?” she grinned at him.
Had somebody put something weird into his ramen earlier? Or was there something in the air in this club? There had to be something because Tamamori swore he had to be hallucinating.
“Just take a look over there again,” she nudged him. “And you’ll see.”
“See what?” Tamamori had finally found his speech again. He turned to look towards the indicated direction and froze once more.
Miyata and that girl were kissing, right there. That wasn’t what was shocking him the most though. Now that their positions had changed a bit, he could get a clear view of the girl’s face.
The corner of his lips twitched again and before he could even stop himself, he was making his way over to the bar, towards Miyata.
Once he had reached his group mate and the other’s current companion, he grabbed Miyata’s wrist and pulled the other over. “Come with me now.” Then he looked at the girl, “I’d say I have to borrow him for a bit if you were any other person but...well, nevermind.” Then Tamamori pulled Miyata over towards the direction of the club’s private rooms in the back (VIP only).
The girl flipped a dark lock of hair over her shoulder and huffed softly, then she looked over to another girl, the one who’d been with Tamamori only a few minutes ago.
“I told you this approach would be faster. Although I guess we don’t get to be part of all the fun,” Yuko crossed her arms over her chest. “Too bad. I’d love to know if the pointers I gave him were good or not. Or whether he could make good use of them or not.”
Toshiko snickered softly, “Your plans are the best. I’m sure he’ll work things out. I have a feeling he will~” She grinned. “And well, if you want to, we can just have some fun on our own?” She wiggled her eyebrows suggestively and earned herself a smack over the head by the other girl.
“You two insist you’re not like those guys but I see no difference,” a male voice joined the conversation and the two girls turned to look at Kitayama Hiromitsu leaning casually against the bar counter. A girl was half draped over him on the side.
“I keep telling them that, too,” Hiroko grinned lazily.
Yuko looked at the pair, “And you two are just weird.”
“We’re not. We just get along,” Kitayama shrugged. “Anyway, I think the Fujigayas have just found each other. This is going to be fun.”
~*~
Miyata stumbled a little when Tamamori dragged him into a vacant room and shut the door behind them. He didn’t even manage to get a word out before the other shoved him onto the only piece of furniture in the room, a couch, and straddled his lap. The kiss Tamamori initiated was possessive, demanding and carried a strong sense of longing and want.
“Don’t just go kissing other people,” Tamamori hissed when he pulled away again, eyes dark.
“Tama, are you...could it be that you’re jealous of...of yourself?” Miyata blinked up at the other.
Tamamori looked away, a tinge of red on his nose and his ears were turning red. Then he blurted out, “Shut up. She wasn’t me. Well, okay, she was but still. She’s not ‘me’ and nobody else can have you! I don’t want you to look at anyone else like that. I only want you to look at me like that! And most of all, I want to be the only one you kiss like that!”
The outburst seemed to have baffled Miyata to the point of being completely and utterly speechless. Once everything Tamamori had just said had settled in, he broke into a huge grin though. Which promptly earned him a slap from the other. “Stop grinning like that! It’s creepy and gross and makes me feel all weird!”
“Does it now, Tama-chan?” Miyata’s voice suddenly dropped a few octaves and got all smooth and silky. Tamamori felt himself shivering involuntarily and biting his lip. He hated it and loved it at the same time, whenever Miyata did this. “Where does it make you feel weird?”
Tamamori cursed his own body when a rather indignant sound escaped his lips when he felt Miyata’s leg pushing up against his groin. “Dirty talk doesn’t suit you. Just get on with it!” he tried to snap at the other but his voice was a little shaky so it didn’t have much impact. He yelped in surprise when their positions were flipped without warning and he ended up lying on the couch on his back with Miyata hovering over him.
Half expecting Miyata to say something again, Tamamori made a sound of surprise that soon turned into a low moan when the other latched onto his neck instead and found that little spot behind his ear that was oh-so-sensitive. Also, Miyata licking his ear and pulling on his piercings with his teeth was hotter than he would have thought it would be.
“Miyacchi...!” he pulled on the other’s clothes. Tamamori’s head was starting to swim a little bit. He wanted something but he couldn’t exactly say what it was that he wanted.
“What would you do to keep me with you, Tama-chan?” Miyata whispered into his ear then. “I have options now, you know? I could just go back out there.”
It was weird to hear Miyata say something like that because it was so unlike the ‘normal’ Miyata somehow. And yet it didn’t seem off at all, when Tamamori thought about it.
“I’ll show you how I’ll make you stay here with me,” he replied, ego rubbed the wrong way by the thought of Miyata going back to his female alter-ego. Tamamori hated to lose. And losing against himself would be just about the worst thing that could ever happen. “I’m going to make you want to stay with me,” Tamamori added for emphasis and grabbed Miyata by the collar to push the other back up.
Once he had Miyata in a sitting position again, Tamamori took off his own shirt and bared his chest before he straddled the other again and put Miyata’s hand onto his chest. “I’ll make you remember that you only want this and nothing else.” He rocked his hips against Miyata’s. “I’ll make you just want me. And I don’t mean me in any other way shape or form. Only ME!”
His hands started to work on Miyata’s pants. He had to get all this fabric out of his way.
“You feel nice, Tama-chan but you know, I think all guys have a natural build-in fascination when it comes to boobs,” Miyata told him but at the same time he was thumbing Tamamori’s nipples in a none too innocent way, tweaking one gently. “Don’t you think so?”
“That sounds like you got it from some lame movie,” Tamamori growled and yanked Miyata’s pants open far enough to push his hand inside. “Come back to reality.”
He slid away from Miyata’s fingers and onto the floor between the other’s legs.
“Tama-chan, are you going to-” for a moment, Miyata seemed to revert back to his usual self and his eyes widened a little in surprise - Tamamori considered this a small victory.
This was something that did not happen very often, Tamamori knew that as well as Miyata did. He didn’t even know it if had ever happened until now, really. And that thought made him feel a little guilty for a moment.
Miyata seemed to have lost the rest of his words a moment later and Tamamori watched as the other let his head roll back and his eyes closed. The other’s face showed an expression of pure bliss. It looked good on Miyata, Tamamori thought. Or maybe he was just thinking that because it was him causing Miyata to make that expression.
He licked down the length of Miyata’s cock and felt it twitch slightly at the contact as the other’s erection kept growing. When he made his way back, he swirled his tongue over the tip. Tamamori had been on the receiving end of some of these a few times, so he knew what to do. If it made him feel good, it should make Miyata feel good as well, right?
“If you make me choke I’ll bite you,” he threatened half-heartedly before he started to let Miyata’s cock slide past his lips and into his mouth.
It took a few moments to get used to the feeling of the other inside his mouth but Tamamori managed. It was just a bit weird and not uncomfortable or painful, so it was alright. Plus, Miyata kept distracting him with quiet little noises and movements. Tamamori had never paid attention to these things before but he was learning to appreciate them now.
The breathy sighs and moans that reached his ears, usually his name or variations of ‘yes’ ‘oh’ and ‘that feels good’ were one thing, Miyata’s hand in his hair and the other’s fingers gently massaging his scalp were another.
Somehow Miyata made Tamamori feel good as well, as he sucked the other off. It was something that Tamamori thought only Miyata was able to pull off really. He wondered how he made Miyata feel when the other did this to him. He made a mental note to pay more attention the next time it happened.
Speaking of noise, the lewd noises he was making were starting to make his own ears burn a little bit but he couldn’t stop himself from making them.
“Tama-chan...”
That was his cue. Tamamori pulled away and let Miyata slide out again, all the way. “Not yet,” his voice came out quieter than he would have wanted it to be. “Don’t come just yet.”
He rose from his feet and looked at Miyata, as the other followed his movements with a slightly dazed expression on his face right now. That’s exactly where Tamamori wanted Miyata. “Watch,” he ordered and started to strip off the rest of his clothes. His own erection was straining against his pants rather uncomfortably by now.
As he let his briefs slide down his legs, he felt Miyata’s eyes following them down from his hips down onto the floor. He had to bite back a sound that threatened to spill from his lips.
Once he was naked, he went to straddle Miyata’s hips again but he pushed the other’s hands away when Miyata started to move. “Nuh-uh, not yet. I said watch!” he supported himself with one hand, which he kept on Miyata’s shoulder. The fingers of his free hand wandered up his own body, from his abdomen to his own lips. Then one finger and then another one disappeared inside his own mouth and he sucked on them, coating them with his saliva.
Miyata’s Adam’s apple bobbed a little as he swallowed.
“You better burn this into your memory,” Tamamori leaned forward a little bit, whispering into Miyata’s ear. “Make sure you remember every moment of this.”
He pushed his own fingers into himself, both at once because he was starting to feel a little impatient as well. And this was his own body, so he knew what he could handle and what not. His throaty moan seemed to go straight down to Miyata’s groin. Tamamori could feel the shiver going through the other’s body. And he saw how Miyata’s fingers twitched but the other’s hands remained away from Tamamori’s body.
“Don’t worry, I’ll be ready soon,” Tamamori breathed into Miyata’s ear.
True to his words, Tamamori finished preparing himself a few moments later and pulled out his fingers again. He wiped them clean before he placed his other hand onto Miyata’s other shoulder as well. “Now you can touch me,” he looked into the other’s eyes. “As much as you want.”
Miyata’s hands came up to touch his waist to steady him and Tamamori had to smile a little bit at how easily Miyata had read him and known what Tamamori had been about to do.
As he lowered himself down onto the other’s still slick cock, Tamamori’s grip on Miyata’s shoulders tightened a little bit. “Do you still want to trade me in for someone else?” his voice sounded a little strained as he pushed his hips down further and took in more of the other.
“No. I only want you, Tama-chan,” Miyata replied and Tamamori smiled a little in satisfaction.
“Good,” he pushed his lips all the way down and listened as both of them moaned in unison at the sensations that action sent through their bodies.
One hand went from Miyata’s shoulder to thread itself into the other’s hair. “Kiss me, Miyacchi, Touch me. Want me.” He breathed into the other’s ear again. “Want me more.”
He didn’t get to say any more because Miyata did as he was told.
Tamamori felt his insides tighten around Miyara when the other started to pump his cock in time with the movements of their hips against each other. His moan was swallowed by the other’s mouth on his, although some of their sounds did escape because their kisses were getting sloppier with each passing second.
Miyata wasn’t holding back and Tamamori thoroughly enjoyed all the attention the other gave him and all the raw feelings the other displayed.
It didn’t take too long for Tamamori to show first signs of moving towards the edge. How Miyata was able to last this long - considering the other had gotten the longer end of the stick in terms of foreplay - was beyond Tamamori.
“Miyacchi,” Tamamori dragged the other’s name a little, let it roll off his tongue little by little.
“I’m right behind you, Tama-chan,” Miyata nuzzled Tamamori’s neck and breathed against the sensitive spot by the ear again. “You can let go any moment.” He gave Tamamori’s cock an encouraging squeeze.
That was all it needed for Tamamori to become undone.
He was shivering out the tail end of his orgasm when he felt Miyata come inside of him. The sensations that brought with it caused the shivers to become more violent again for a few seconds before they died down. Tamamori felt a little dizzy but in a good way. He wondered if this was what being ‘high’ felt like for a moment. A state of bliss, euphoria and just a whole ton of ‘feeling really good right now’.
Miyata breathed down Tamamori’s back as he came down from his climax as well. The hot air made the hairs on Tamamori’s back stand up and he pressed himself closer against the other as a reflex. He wanted to stay like this for longer but he knew they couldn’t.
“Move?” he asked the other.
“Give me another minute or so,” Miyata closed his eyes and rested his forehead against Tamamori’s shoulder. “I want to enjoy this for just a moment longer. Being with you like this.”
Tamamori felt his ears burn a little when he heard the other’s words. “Okay.” He mustered up some strength and threaded the fingers of one hand into Miyata’s hair again and let them run through it slowly. He heard Miyata sigh happily and Tamamori smiled. He was glad that the room was dark though so Miyata wouldn’t be able to see it - because that would have been rather embarrassing.
~*~
“Wow, would you look at Miyata’s face,” Kitayama grinned. “What did you tell him, Yuko-chan? Whatever it was looks like it worked magic.”
“Also, is it just me or does Tama looks like his jaw hurts a little bit?” Hiroko tilted her head. “I mean, male Tama.” She added, although it was probably obvious which one she meant right now.
Yuko shrugged and nudged the little umbrella on her cocktail glass. “A few secrets.”
Toshiko grinned, “Oh, so you do have the same sensitive spots and kinks, despite having different genders and being from different worlds after all?”
“Toshiko!” Yuko punched the girl next to her in the shoulder, cheeks burning. Toshiko just laughed merrily and tried to block the other girls consecutive punches aimed towards her.
“That’s interesting information,” Hiroko smirked and glanced at Kitayama, who just grinned back at his alter-ego lazily. “We should keep that in mind for later.”
Fandom: Kis-My-Ft2
Pairings/Characters: Miyata Toshiya x Tamamori Yuta, Kisugirls, Kitayama Hiromitsu
Rating: NC-17/R
Warnings: Smut. Oh and girls.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
A/N: Written for je100's Halloween Trick or Drabble Challenge (yeah I know this is a bit long for a drabble, too). Here's your treat miquilis ♥~
When he is about to leave India again, an old man at the airport who’s supposed to be something like a fortune teller or so the cameraman tells him, gives him a parting gift. It’s a small box and Kitayama doesn’t really think much of it and thanks the man. After a moment of thinking, the rips out one of the pages from his scrapbook and writes a short poem onto it in neat calligraphy to give it to the man in return. The white-haired Indian smiled at him and thanked him before sending him on his way back to Japan.
Kitayama didn’t get around to looking at the contents of the box (it couldn’t be anything questionable because security didn’t stop him or question him about it) until he got back to his home in Tokyo. He’s surprised to find a key inside the box.
“A key? Is it supposed to be some kind of accessory?” he couldn’t really think of anything else to use it for. After all, nothing had come with it, no lock.
He walked past his mirror when he noticed something odd. “Do I need to cut my ha-” he stared at the person in the mirror. It was him and yet it wasn’t. Also, they weren’t doing what he was doing but pointing to the side.
When his eyes wandered to the indicated spot, he found a keyhole right there. The key of course, fit right in.
That marked the beginning of a few rather turbulent weeks and the start of a rather odd friendship.
“You found the key~” Kitayama Hiroko grinned.
~*~
Tamamori lounged on a chair in the club. All of Kis-My-Ft2 had gone together after something or other that had gone down between Kitayama and Fujigaya (again). Usually Tamamori did enjoy the occasional trip to a club but tonight he wasn’t feeling like joining the crowd.
Where’d Miyata go? He would have thought the other to be a little too shy for this kind of place, so that the other would be around to keep him company. Plus, Miyata had promised him to get him a drink a few minutes and Tamamori was getting more than a little thirsty now.
Getting up, he tried to look over to the side where the bar was situated to find his group mate.
When he caught sight of Miyata, Tamamori’s eyes narrowed. Was he flirting with a girl? And Miyata didn’t look shy or adverse at all. No, on the contrary. He was looking at her the way he would usually look only at Tamamori.
The corner of Tamamori’s mouth twitched and his expression was probably reminiscent to the one of ‘Ren’ in Ikemen desu ne, a very displeased one.
“You look jealous,” a soft voice commented from the side. “Are you jealous?”
Tamamori had been about to snap at the girl but when he looked at her, his words all flew out of the window and he needed to do a double take.
“Like what you see?” she grinned at him.
Had somebody put something weird into his ramen earlier? Or was there something in the air in this club? There had to be something because Tamamori swore he had to be hallucinating.
“Just take a look over there again,” she nudged him. “And you’ll see.”
“See what?” Tamamori had finally found his speech again. He turned to look towards the indicated direction and froze once more.
Miyata and that girl were kissing, right there. That wasn’t what was shocking him the most though. Now that their positions had changed a bit, he could get a clear view of the girl’s face.
The corner of his lips twitched again and before he could even stop himself, he was making his way over to the bar, towards Miyata.
Once he had reached his group mate and the other’s current companion, he grabbed Miyata’s wrist and pulled the other over. “Come with me now.” Then he looked at the girl, “I’d say I have to borrow him for a bit if you were any other person but...well, nevermind.” Then Tamamori pulled Miyata over towards the direction of the club’s private rooms in the back (VIP only).
The girl flipped a dark lock of hair over her shoulder and huffed softly, then she looked over to another girl, the one who’d been with Tamamori only a few minutes ago.
“I told you this approach would be faster. Although I guess we don’t get to be part of all the fun,” Yuko crossed her arms over her chest. “Too bad. I’d love to know if the pointers I gave him were good or not. Or whether he could make good use of them or not.”
Toshiko snickered softly, “Your plans are the best. I’m sure he’ll work things out. I have a feeling he will~” She grinned. “And well, if you want to, we can just have some fun on our own?” She wiggled her eyebrows suggestively and earned herself a smack over the head by the other girl.
“You two insist you’re not like those guys but I see no difference,” a male voice joined the conversation and the two girls turned to look at Kitayama Hiromitsu leaning casually against the bar counter. A girl was half draped over him on the side.
“I keep telling them that, too,” Hiroko grinned lazily.
Yuko looked at the pair, “And you two are just weird.”
“We’re not. We just get along,” Kitayama shrugged. “Anyway, I think the Fujigayas have just found each other. This is going to be fun.”
~*~
Miyata stumbled a little when Tamamori dragged him into a vacant room and shut the door behind them. He didn’t even manage to get a word out before the other shoved him onto the only piece of furniture in the room, a couch, and straddled his lap. The kiss Tamamori initiated was possessive, demanding and carried a strong sense of longing and want.
“Don’t just go kissing other people,” Tamamori hissed when he pulled away again, eyes dark.
“Tama, are you...could it be that you’re jealous of...of yourself?” Miyata blinked up at the other.
Tamamori looked away, a tinge of red on his nose and his ears were turning red. Then he blurted out, “Shut up. She wasn’t me. Well, okay, she was but still. She’s not ‘me’ and nobody else can have you! I don’t want you to look at anyone else like that. I only want you to look at me like that! And most of all, I want to be the only one you kiss like that!”
The outburst seemed to have baffled Miyata to the point of being completely and utterly speechless. Once everything Tamamori had just said had settled in, he broke into a huge grin though. Which promptly earned him a slap from the other. “Stop grinning like that! It’s creepy and gross and makes me feel all weird!”
“Does it now, Tama-chan?” Miyata’s voice suddenly dropped a few octaves and got all smooth and silky. Tamamori felt himself shivering involuntarily and biting his lip. He hated it and loved it at the same time, whenever Miyata did this. “Where does it make you feel weird?”
Tamamori cursed his own body when a rather indignant sound escaped his lips when he felt Miyata’s leg pushing up against his groin. “Dirty talk doesn’t suit you. Just get on with it!” he tried to snap at the other but his voice was a little shaky so it didn’t have much impact. He yelped in surprise when their positions were flipped without warning and he ended up lying on the couch on his back with Miyata hovering over him.
Half expecting Miyata to say something again, Tamamori made a sound of surprise that soon turned into a low moan when the other latched onto his neck instead and found that little spot behind his ear that was oh-so-sensitive. Also, Miyata licking his ear and pulling on his piercings with his teeth was hotter than he would have thought it would be.
“Miyacchi...!” he pulled on the other’s clothes. Tamamori’s head was starting to swim a little bit. He wanted something but he couldn’t exactly say what it was that he wanted.
“What would you do to keep me with you, Tama-chan?” Miyata whispered into his ear then. “I have options now, you know? I could just go back out there.”
It was weird to hear Miyata say something like that because it was so unlike the ‘normal’ Miyata somehow. And yet it didn’t seem off at all, when Tamamori thought about it.
“I’ll show you how I’ll make you stay here with me,” he replied, ego rubbed the wrong way by the thought of Miyata going back to his female alter-ego. Tamamori hated to lose. And losing against himself would be just about the worst thing that could ever happen. “I’m going to make you want to stay with me,” Tamamori added for emphasis and grabbed Miyata by the collar to push the other back up.
Once he had Miyata in a sitting position again, Tamamori took off his own shirt and bared his chest before he straddled the other again and put Miyata’s hand onto his chest. “I’ll make you remember that you only want this and nothing else.” He rocked his hips against Miyata’s. “I’ll make you just want me. And I don’t mean me in any other way shape or form. Only ME!”
His hands started to work on Miyata’s pants. He had to get all this fabric out of his way.
“You feel nice, Tama-chan but you know, I think all guys have a natural build-in fascination when it comes to boobs,” Miyata told him but at the same time he was thumbing Tamamori’s nipples in a none too innocent way, tweaking one gently. “Don’t you think so?”
“That sounds like you got it from some lame movie,” Tamamori growled and yanked Miyata’s pants open far enough to push his hand inside. “Come back to reality.”
He slid away from Miyata’s fingers and onto the floor between the other’s legs.
“Tama-chan, are you going to-” for a moment, Miyata seemed to revert back to his usual self and his eyes widened a little in surprise - Tamamori considered this a small victory.
This was something that did not happen very often, Tamamori knew that as well as Miyata did. He didn’t even know it if had ever happened until now, really. And that thought made him feel a little guilty for a moment.
Miyata seemed to have lost the rest of his words a moment later and Tamamori watched as the other let his head roll back and his eyes closed. The other’s face showed an expression of pure bliss. It looked good on Miyata, Tamamori thought. Or maybe he was just thinking that because it was him causing Miyata to make that expression.
He licked down the length of Miyata’s cock and felt it twitch slightly at the contact as the other’s erection kept growing. When he made his way back, he swirled his tongue over the tip. Tamamori had been on the receiving end of some of these a few times, so he knew what to do. If it made him feel good, it should make Miyata feel good as well, right?
“If you make me choke I’ll bite you,” he threatened half-heartedly before he started to let Miyata’s cock slide past his lips and into his mouth.
It took a few moments to get used to the feeling of the other inside his mouth but Tamamori managed. It was just a bit weird and not uncomfortable or painful, so it was alright. Plus, Miyata kept distracting him with quiet little noises and movements. Tamamori had never paid attention to these things before but he was learning to appreciate them now.
The breathy sighs and moans that reached his ears, usually his name or variations of ‘yes’ ‘oh’ and ‘that feels good’ were one thing, Miyata’s hand in his hair and the other’s fingers gently massaging his scalp were another.
Somehow Miyata made Tamamori feel good as well, as he sucked the other off. It was something that Tamamori thought only Miyata was able to pull off really. He wondered how he made Miyata feel when the other did this to him. He made a mental note to pay more attention the next time it happened.
Speaking of noise, the lewd noises he was making were starting to make his own ears burn a little bit but he couldn’t stop himself from making them.
“Tama-chan...”
That was his cue. Tamamori pulled away and let Miyata slide out again, all the way. “Not yet,” his voice came out quieter than he would have wanted it to be. “Don’t come just yet.”
He rose from his feet and looked at Miyata, as the other followed his movements with a slightly dazed expression on his face right now. That’s exactly where Tamamori wanted Miyata. “Watch,” he ordered and started to strip off the rest of his clothes. His own erection was straining against his pants rather uncomfortably by now.
As he let his briefs slide down his legs, he felt Miyata’s eyes following them down from his hips down onto the floor. He had to bite back a sound that threatened to spill from his lips.
Once he was naked, he went to straddle Miyata’s hips again but he pushed the other’s hands away when Miyata started to move. “Nuh-uh, not yet. I said watch!” he supported himself with one hand, which he kept on Miyata’s shoulder. The fingers of his free hand wandered up his own body, from his abdomen to his own lips. Then one finger and then another one disappeared inside his own mouth and he sucked on them, coating them with his saliva.
Miyata’s Adam’s apple bobbed a little as he swallowed.
“You better burn this into your memory,” Tamamori leaned forward a little bit, whispering into Miyata’s ear. “Make sure you remember every moment of this.”
He pushed his own fingers into himself, both at once because he was starting to feel a little impatient as well. And this was his own body, so he knew what he could handle and what not. His throaty moan seemed to go straight down to Miyata’s groin. Tamamori could feel the shiver going through the other’s body. And he saw how Miyata’s fingers twitched but the other’s hands remained away from Tamamori’s body.
“Don’t worry, I’ll be ready soon,” Tamamori breathed into Miyata’s ear.
True to his words, Tamamori finished preparing himself a few moments later and pulled out his fingers again. He wiped them clean before he placed his other hand onto Miyata’s other shoulder as well. “Now you can touch me,” he looked into the other’s eyes. “As much as you want.”
Miyata’s hands came up to touch his waist to steady him and Tamamori had to smile a little bit at how easily Miyata had read him and known what Tamamori had been about to do.
As he lowered himself down onto the other’s still slick cock, Tamamori’s grip on Miyata’s shoulders tightened a little bit. “Do you still want to trade me in for someone else?” his voice sounded a little strained as he pushed his hips down further and took in more of the other.
“No. I only want you, Tama-chan,” Miyata replied and Tamamori smiled a little in satisfaction.
“Good,” he pushed his lips all the way down and listened as both of them moaned in unison at the sensations that action sent through their bodies.
One hand went from Miyata’s shoulder to thread itself into the other’s hair. “Kiss me, Miyacchi, Touch me. Want me.” He breathed into the other’s ear again. “Want me more.”
He didn’t get to say any more because Miyata did as he was told.
Tamamori felt his insides tighten around Miyara when the other started to pump his cock in time with the movements of their hips against each other. His moan was swallowed by the other’s mouth on his, although some of their sounds did escape because their kisses were getting sloppier with each passing second.
Miyata wasn’t holding back and Tamamori thoroughly enjoyed all the attention the other gave him and all the raw feelings the other displayed.
It didn’t take too long for Tamamori to show first signs of moving towards the edge. How Miyata was able to last this long - considering the other had gotten the longer end of the stick in terms of foreplay - was beyond Tamamori.
“Miyacchi,” Tamamori dragged the other’s name a little, let it roll off his tongue little by little.
“I’m right behind you, Tama-chan,” Miyata nuzzled Tamamori’s neck and breathed against the sensitive spot by the ear again. “You can let go any moment.” He gave Tamamori’s cock an encouraging squeeze.
That was all it needed for Tamamori to become undone.
He was shivering out the tail end of his orgasm when he felt Miyata come inside of him. The sensations that brought with it caused the shivers to become more violent again for a few seconds before they died down. Tamamori felt a little dizzy but in a good way. He wondered if this was what being ‘high’ felt like for a moment. A state of bliss, euphoria and just a whole ton of ‘feeling really good right now’.
Miyata breathed down Tamamori’s back as he came down from his climax as well. The hot air made the hairs on Tamamori’s back stand up and he pressed himself closer against the other as a reflex. He wanted to stay like this for longer but he knew they couldn’t.
“Move?” he asked the other.
“Give me another minute or so,” Miyata closed his eyes and rested his forehead against Tamamori’s shoulder. “I want to enjoy this for just a moment longer. Being with you like this.”
Tamamori felt his ears burn a little when he heard the other’s words. “Okay.” He mustered up some strength and threaded the fingers of one hand into Miyata’s hair again and let them run through it slowly. He heard Miyata sigh happily and Tamamori smiled. He was glad that the room was dark though so Miyata wouldn’t be able to see it - because that would have been rather embarrassing.
~*~
“Wow, would you look at Miyata’s face,” Kitayama grinned. “What did you tell him, Yuko-chan? Whatever it was looks like it worked magic.”
“Also, is it just me or does Tama looks like his jaw hurts a little bit?” Hiroko tilted her head. “I mean, male Tama.” She added, although it was probably obvious which one she meant right now.
Yuko shrugged and nudged the little umbrella on her cocktail glass. “A few secrets.”
Toshiko grinned, “Oh, so you do have the same sensitive spots and kinks, despite having different genders and being from different worlds after all?”
“Toshiko!” Yuko punched the girl next to her in the shoulder, cheeks burning. Toshiko just laughed merrily and tried to block the other girls consecutive punches aimed towards her.
“That’s interesting information,” Hiroko smirked and glanced at Kitayama, who just grinned back at his alter-ego lazily. “We should keep that in mind for later.”