jpnforph for lady_aenea
Miyata/Tamamori
PG-13, 347w, slight bruises!kink
Tamamori isn't the most graceful on skates. Whenever they're rehearsing for a concert, his arms and legs wind up mottled with bruises, a map of every bump and fall he takes during practices. They all fall and get scrapes and cuts, but the injuries don't show on the others as much as it does on Tamamori. Under his skin, the blood vessels burst into a delicate shade of purple, the dull shade contrasting prettily with his pale coloring.
It's a little weird, Miyata knows, but he thinks bruises look beautiful on Tamamori.
In the privacy of Tamamori's apartment, where he's crashing for the night, Miyata unpacks the medicine they'd bought from the pharmacy on their way back and offers to rub the ointment on for Tamamori. Flopping lazily onto his bed, wearing just a pair of shorts after his shower, Tamamori grumbles incoherently but doesn't actually pull away when Miyata starts rubbing cream in gentle circles into the bruises decorating his shins.
"What are you doing?" complains Tamamori when he cracks his eyes open in time to catch Miyata's intense stare at the bruise on the side of his hip. "You're so weird."
"Sorry," Miyata mumbles, for once a little abashed to be caught staring. "It's... it looks like a flower," he mumbles, tracing the outline of the bruise with a fingertip. "I-sorry."
Tamamori opens his eyes wider and slants a long-suffering look up at Miyata from his position flat on his back. "This is another one of your things, isn't it," he says with silent laughter. "I should get an award for all the weirdness I put up with from you."
"It's pretty," pouts Miyata. "You're pretty."
"You're weird," Tamamori repeats again.
And yet he doesn't do anything to protest when Miyata leans down to place fluttery kisses over the bruises on his hips and thighs, instead lifting up into the gentle press of Miyata's lips. The movement surprises Miyata, but when he sits up to stare with wide eyes, Tamamori only grins his reluctant indulgent grin and nudges Miyata's head down again for more.
PG-13, 347w, slight bruises!kink
Tamamori isn't the most graceful on skates. Whenever they're rehearsing for a concert, his arms and legs wind up mottled with bruises, a map of every bump and fall he takes during practices. They all fall and get scrapes and cuts, but the injuries don't show on the others as much as it does on Tamamori. Under his skin, the blood vessels burst into a delicate shade of purple, the dull shade contrasting prettily with his pale coloring.
It's a little weird, Miyata knows, but he thinks bruises look beautiful on Tamamori.
In the privacy of Tamamori's apartment, where he's crashing for the night, Miyata unpacks the medicine they'd bought from the pharmacy on their way back and offers to rub the ointment on for Tamamori. Flopping lazily onto his bed, wearing just a pair of shorts after his shower, Tamamori grumbles incoherently but doesn't actually pull away when Miyata starts rubbing cream in gentle circles into the bruises decorating his shins.
"What are you doing?" complains Tamamori when he cracks his eyes open in time to catch Miyata's intense stare at the bruise on the side of his hip. "You're so weird."
"Sorry," Miyata mumbles, for once a little abashed to be caught staring. "It's... it looks like a flower," he mumbles, tracing the outline of the bruise with a fingertip. "I-sorry."
Tamamori opens his eyes wider and slants a long-suffering look up at Miyata from his position flat on his back. "This is another one of your things, isn't it," he says with silent laughter. "I should get an award for all the weirdness I put up with from you."
"It's pretty," pouts Miyata. "You're pretty."
"You're weird," Tamamori repeats again.
And yet he doesn't do anything to protest when Miyata leans down to place fluttery kisses over the bruises on his hips and thighs, instead lifting up into the gentle press of Miyata's lips. The movement surprises Miyata, but when he sits up to stare with wide eyes, Tamamori only grins his reluctant indulgent grin and nudges Miyata's head down again for more.