Glaring Innocence [Junjou Romantica | Miyagi/Shinobu | R]
Title: Glaring Innocence
Author: worblehat
Rating: R
Warnings: None, I think.
Word count: 2,008
Summary: Prompt was - Junjou Romantica, Miyagi/Shinobu: Insecurity over sexual inexperience - "We have all the time in the world.". I hate writing summaries, in other words.
A/N: Self-beta'd, so apologies in advance for any errors!
"So."
"...So."
“Well.” Shinobu glared. "Do something."
Miyagi looked down and sighed. His bed creaked as he leaned back on his knees, eyes skimming the expanse of light skin beneath him; he frowned.
"W-What is it?" asked Shinobu, face flushed. "Is something wrong?"
"I was just thinking..." said Miyagi, trailing off. The uncertain look in Shinobu's eyes made his heart flutter more than he would ever admit aloud. It wasn't like this was their first time together; they'd already done it a few times now. He was thirty-five years old to boot; getting flustered over just seeing his boyfriend naked was something a girl would do - not a grown man! Part of him just wanted to watch and touch, to learn what would make Shinobu tremble and what would make him bite; and part of him wanted to devour the younger man.
"Think faster!" commanded Shinobu impatiently, eyes shut.
Ah, he's embarrassed, thought Miyagi with a grin. He leaned down, kissing Shinobu's jaw, then his temple, and finally his lips. His tongue fit neatly inside Shinobu's mouth and he tasted the warmth and hints of things he couldn't distinguish through the tobacco laced so heavily through his own taste buds. He moved his right hand deftly between the two of them, undoing the zip on his fly before stopping and reaching for Shinobu's hand, guiding it to his groin and letting it rest palm-flat against his boxers. His left hand sought out Shinobu's free hand, fingers sliding easily between to thread together; and he squeezed.
Shinobu's eyes widened.
Why does he look so surprised? thought Miyagi with some annoyance. He waited for the other to react, sighing again when Shinobu did nothing but stare back at him, wide-eyed and uncertain.
"You know..." said Miyagi, trying his best to sound calm. "It'd be nice if you took a little initiative."
"...In...Initiative?" Shinobu echoed, sounding scared. The unsure look in his eyes soon vanished to be replaced with anger. "What do you take me for?! I can initiate whenever I want! Don't talk down to me just because of my age!"
Miyagi smirked, letting go of Shinobu's hand, pushing his hips down against the smaller hand. "Show me."
He knew he should probably be going easier on Shinobu but it was difficult to pay attention to things like that when Shinobu's thighs were so warm and he was blushing like that. Shinobu was extremely good at making Miyagi act in ways he never would if he were dealing with someone normal. People like Kamijou were easy bait and a breeze to harass manage, but Shinobu invoked feelings that left everything too stirred up and reckless - without a sense of boundaries. As much as Miyagi had been trying to take it slowly, he couldn't help wanting just a little more than he knew Shinobu could handle. Even if it was just a little, Miyagi wanted something - to be touched, to be jerked off, even just to be kissed.
And Shinobu seemed to have problems initiating all of these.
Kissing would have been fairer to try first, thought Miyagi as Shinobu's fingers slowly curled around the thick warmth. He used his hands to steady himself on the bed, dark hair falling before his eyes, partly obscuring his vision while he watched Shinobu's face, full of determination and dark red in colour; eyes that avoided looking back at him, gaze seemingly focused on Miyagi's torso. The shaky hand drew back and forth hesitantly a few times before looking up at Miyagi for confirmation that he was doing this right.
Miyagi felt something break within him - whether it was his composure or his sanity, he wasn't sure. His hand covered Shinobu's, stopping his movements temporarily before bringing the hand to his chest, letting it rest above his heartbeat, which was thudding loudly in his ears and growing louder. The covers rustled and Miyagi leaned down, mouth pressing soft and hot against Shinobu's.
"-Mmph!"
"Ouch!" said Miyagi, tongue licking out experimentally at his lower lip. Blood? What the fuck is this kid doing? "What was that about? This isn't some new vampire kink you picked up, is it?"
"Don't be stupid!" said Shinobu, glaring. "I was just trying to get you to stop!"
"...Why?"
"I...I..." Shinobu's voice faltered. His look intensified, mouth set into line as he wrenched his hand free of Miyagi's grasp and slipped it beneath the boxers he'd been so hesitant to touch.
Miyagi almost fell over. The hand felt so warm, and even with the obvious hesitancy, Miyagi felt a little like he was being handled; as if the chaos he normally felt was now being shared between them, with Shinobu as the main instigator. Refusing to think too much about just how much he liked it, he bit down on his lower lip, ignoring how it was just making him bleed more as Shinobu's fingers circled tighter, jerking in long strokes that almost made Miyagi come right then.
"Okay...okay, stop," said Miyagi, body trembling. It wasn't as if he'd never gotten a hand job before, but Shinobu's gaze and the very fact that it was Shinobu who was doing this to him triggered something deep within and he had to stop before it became too much and he lost himself within it completely.
I've already lost enough of myself to that terrorist he thought, partly with contentment but mostly with anguish. If I let him win everything, I'll lose my pride as a man.
"Why'd you stop me?" asked Shinobu.
Something in his voice unsettled Miyagi and he slumped down, lying gently on top of him. "Because I was going to finish," he said. "And I'm an old man; if I come now, it's going to be a while before I can f-"
Shinobu's face became instantly darker as he clamped one hand over Miyagi's mouth. He didn't look directly at Miyagi, simply grunting "oh."
A temporary frown creased Miyagi's brow before he smiled faintly, kissing the fingertips still pressed to his lips. Shinobu blinked, obviously not expecting it; Miyagi held Shinobu's wrist, keeping the slender fingers before his face and rolling the tip of his tongue around the index, middle and thumb. Shinobu watched, entranced; the hardness beneath Miyagi's hip began to dig insistently upward.
"Someone's impatient," said Miyagi, eyes gleaming.
"Shut up! No one asked you to talk!"
"Oho~?" Miyagi winked. "Then maybe you should talk."
"...What?"
Instead of answering, Miyagi lowered himself on the bed, kissing Shinobu's abdomen and smiling when he flinched; Shinobu was a lot more sensitive physically than he was emotionally, which was saying quite a lot. Miyagi licked in small, deliberate circles before wrapping his hand around Shinobu's cock, giving it a few strokes before licking the head. He opened his eyes, watching Shinobu patiently.
"Say something."
"W-What the hell do you want me to say?!" asked a very flustered, very hard and very annoyed Shinobu.
"Tell me how it feels," encouraged Miyagi, licking again.
Shinobu hissed. "It feels good," he spat reproachfully, though it came out more like a gasp than anything else. When Miyagi chuckled against his hip, Shinobu glared. "How else would it feel, stupid?"
"There's a range, you know," said Miyagi, kissing the shaft before sliding his tongue along it. "That might feel okay," explained before pushing Shinobu's length into his mouth, sucking on it gently before letting it slip back out past his lips. "But that probably feels even better, hmmm?"
Shinobu grunted; his eyes remained fixed on the wall. The sudden loss of heat where he really wanted it right now was annoying. "So you want me to praise you every five seconds for doing...that?"
"I wouldn't mind it."
"Forget it!" said Shinobu, embarrassed and angry; and growing more impatient by the minute.
Miyagi smiled; his fingers were splayed on Shinobu's stomach, gathering the warmth from the heated skin below as he opened his mouth around the hard flesh, relaxing his throat and allowing awkward, shallow thrusts upward, deeper into his mouth. He winced when Shinobu's hand found his, crushing and then scratching at it when Miyagi sucked harder. The growled moans and loud utterances of his name made Miyagi feel extremely possessive then, even as he closed his eyes, allowing Shinobu's release to spray in thick bursts down the back of his throat. Being careful, Miyagi slowly removed Shinobu's cock from his mouth, swallowing the last remnants of his release.
"Don't- Why are you swallowing?!" asked Shinobu, panicking despite his extremely recent orgasm.
Miyagi wiped at his mouth with the back of his hand. "Why not?" he asked, frowning. "I don't mind the taste."
Shinobu blushed. “...Still.”
Miyagi kissed the inside of Shinobu's thigh, sucking on the skin until he got a strained-sounding demand to cut it out; laughing when they were face-to-face again. That same odd feeling spread through Miyagi's chest as he noticed the unsettled, sad look on Shinobu's face. He pressed a finger to Shinobu's brow. "Stop that. You don't want to look like Kamijou, do you?"
Shinobu didn't say anything; he just hmph'd.
"Ah~," said Miyagi with a defeated sigh. "When you look like that, it's hard to stay in the mood."
"Did..."
Miyagi blinked. "Hmm?"
"Did...Am I a disappointing sex partner?"
"........................What?" asked Miyagi after a prolonged and stunned silence.
"Never mind-"
"No," said Miyagi. "You're not disappointing. What would make you ask that?"
"...Nothing," replied Shinobu avoidantly.
Miyagi sighed.
"It's just...you want me to do all those things and I- I...can't," said Shinobu, looking more and more miserable. "I guess I'm not a very good boyfriend after all," he muttered.
...Cute, thought Miyagi. Forcefully tilting Shinobu's head upward, Miyagi allowed their lips to press together briefly. "You're definitely a little bit stupid," he said, hiding a chuckle at the predictable glare that resulted. "But not disappointing." And why do you get to have all the complexes? he added to himself. You can come three times in the time it takes me to come once. You can't cook, but you always manage to smell good. And that mouth is...much better than you give it credit for. You're not the one who has to worry here!
"How come you can't say anything nice about me?" complained Shinobu.
“You just don't know how to listen," answered Miyagi noncommittally; one hand already beneath Shinobu's leg, lifting it upward. He hurriedly prepared Shinobu before positioning himself and burying his length deep inside the intense tightness which hotly surrounded his cock. He pushed in again and again, kissing Shinobu's neck and jawline, desperate to lose all of his doubts in Shinobu's body. He listened to the wet smack of their bodies, breathed in the slight sheen of sweat between them, tasted the blood - his blood - which had somehow dried on Shinobu's cheek; kept pushing until he could go no deeper before losing himself to the messy orgasm pulsating wetly within Shinobu.
He pulled out, falling beside Shinobu on the bed and reaching behind him until he found his cigarettes and lighter. The ashtray was in the other room but he didn't bother to get it - not when Shinobu had managed, within a window of fourteen seconds, to cling and curl around him, brown hair soft on Miyagi's chest. Miyagi sighed and lit a cigarette, taking a long, satisfied drag.
"I'm sorry I couldn't be louder or say...those things," mumbled Shinobu, holding onto him more tightly.
Miyagi pressed a kiss to the top of Shinobu's head. "I just want to know that I'm a bad influence on you," he joked. "I don't really care what you do, as long as you're 100% mine."
"Shut up," growled Shinobu, burrowing closer and hiding his face. "Stupid old man."
Author: worblehat
Rating: R
Warnings: None, I think.
Word count: 2,008
Summary: Prompt was - Junjou Romantica, Miyagi/Shinobu: Insecurity over sexual inexperience - "We have all the time in the world.". I hate writing summaries, in other words.
A/N: Self-beta'd, so apologies in advance for any errors!
"So."
"...So."
“Well.” Shinobu glared. "Do something."
Miyagi looked down and sighed. His bed creaked as he leaned back on his knees, eyes skimming the expanse of light skin beneath him; he frowned.
"W-What is it?" asked Shinobu, face flushed. "Is something wrong?"
"I was just thinking..." said Miyagi, trailing off. The uncertain look in Shinobu's eyes made his heart flutter more than he would ever admit aloud. It wasn't like this was their first time together; they'd already done it a few times now. He was thirty-five years old to boot; getting flustered over just seeing his boyfriend naked was something a girl would do - not a grown man! Part of him just wanted to watch and touch, to learn what would make Shinobu tremble and what would make him bite; and part of him wanted to devour the younger man.
"Think faster!" commanded Shinobu impatiently, eyes shut.
Ah, he's embarrassed, thought Miyagi with a grin. He leaned down, kissing Shinobu's jaw, then his temple, and finally his lips. His tongue fit neatly inside Shinobu's mouth and he tasted the warmth and hints of things he couldn't distinguish through the tobacco laced so heavily through his own taste buds. He moved his right hand deftly between the two of them, undoing the zip on his fly before stopping and reaching for Shinobu's hand, guiding it to his groin and letting it rest palm-flat against his boxers. His left hand sought out Shinobu's free hand, fingers sliding easily between to thread together; and he squeezed.
Shinobu's eyes widened.
Why does he look so surprised? thought Miyagi with some annoyance. He waited for the other to react, sighing again when Shinobu did nothing but stare back at him, wide-eyed and uncertain.
"You know..." said Miyagi, trying his best to sound calm. "It'd be nice if you took a little initiative."
"...In...Initiative?" Shinobu echoed, sounding scared. The unsure look in his eyes soon vanished to be replaced with anger. "What do you take me for?! I can initiate whenever I want! Don't talk down to me just because of my age!"
Miyagi smirked, letting go of Shinobu's hand, pushing his hips down against the smaller hand. "Show me."
He knew he should probably be going easier on Shinobu but it was difficult to pay attention to things like that when Shinobu's thighs were so warm and he was blushing like that. Shinobu was extremely good at making Miyagi act in ways he never would if he were dealing with someone normal. People like Kamijou were easy bait and a breeze to harass manage, but Shinobu invoked feelings that left everything too stirred up and reckless - without a sense of boundaries. As much as Miyagi had been trying to take it slowly, he couldn't help wanting just a little more than he knew Shinobu could handle. Even if it was just a little, Miyagi wanted something - to be touched, to be jerked off, even just to be kissed.
And Shinobu seemed to have problems initiating all of these.
Kissing would have been fairer to try first, thought Miyagi as Shinobu's fingers slowly curled around the thick warmth. He used his hands to steady himself on the bed, dark hair falling before his eyes, partly obscuring his vision while he watched Shinobu's face, full of determination and dark red in colour; eyes that avoided looking back at him, gaze seemingly focused on Miyagi's torso. The shaky hand drew back and forth hesitantly a few times before looking up at Miyagi for confirmation that he was doing this right.
Miyagi felt something break within him - whether it was his composure or his sanity, he wasn't sure. His hand covered Shinobu's, stopping his movements temporarily before bringing the hand to his chest, letting it rest above his heartbeat, which was thudding loudly in his ears and growing louder. The covers rustled and Miyagi leaned down, mouth pressing soft and hot against Shinobu's.
"-Mmph!"
"Ouch!" said Miyagi, tongue licking out experimentally at his lower lip. Blood? What the fuck is this kid doing? "What was that about? This isn't some new vampire kink you picked up, is it?"
"Don't be stupid!" said Shinobu, glaring. "I was just trying to get you to stop!"
"...Why?"
"I...I..." Shinobu's voice faltered. His look intensified, mouth set into line as he wrenched his hand free of Miyagi's grasp and slipped it beneath the boxers he'd been so hesitant to touch.
Miyagi almost fell over. The hand felt so warm, and even with the obvious hesitancy, Miyagi felt a little like he was being handled; as if the chaos he normally felt was now being shared between them, with Shinobu as the main instigator. Refusing to think too much about just how much he liked it, he bit down on his lower lip, ignoring how it was just making him bleed more as Shinobu's fingers circled tighter, jerking in long strokes that almost made Miyagi come right then.
"Okay...okay, stop," said Miyagi, body trembling. It wasn't as if he'd never gotten a hand job before, but Shinobu's gaze and the very fact that it was Shinobu who was doing this to him triggered something deep within and he had to stop before it became too much and he lost himself within it completely.
I've already lost enough of myself to that terrorist he thought, partly with contentment but mostly with anguish. If I let him win everything, I'll lose my pride as a man.
"Why'd you stop me?" asked Shinobu.
Something in his voice unsettled Miyagi and he slumped down, lying gently on top of him. "Because I was going to finish," he said. "And I'm an old man; if I come now, it's going to be a while before I can f-"
Shinobu's face became instantly darker as he clamped one hand over Miyagi's mouth. He didn't look directly at Miyagi, simply grunting "oh."
A temporary frown creased Miyagi's brow before he smiled faintly, kissing the fingertips still pressed to his lips. Shinobu blinked, obviously not expecting it; Miyagi held Shinobu's wrist, keeping the slender fingers before his face and rolling the tip of his tongue around the index, middle and thumb. Shinobu watched, entranced; the hardness beneath Miyagi's hip began to dig insistently upward.
"Someone's impatient," said Miyagi, eyes gleaming.
"Shut up! No one asked you to talk!"
"Oho~?" Miyagi winked. "Then maybe you should talk."
"...What?"
Instead of answering, Miyagi lowered himself on the bed, kissing Shinobu's abdomen and smiling when he flinched; Shinobu was a lot more sensitive physically than he was emotionally, which was saying quite a lot. Miyagi licked in small, deliberate circles before wrapping his hand around Shinobu's cock, giving it a few strokes before licking the head. He opened his eyes, watching Shinobu patiently.
"Say something."
"W-What the hell do you want me to say?!" asked a very flustered, very hard and very annoyed Shinobu.
"Tell me how it feels," encouraged Miyagi, licking again.
Shinobu hissed. "It feels good," he spat reproachfully, though it came out more like a gasp than anything else. When Miyagi chuckled against his hip, Shinobu glared. "How else would it feel, stupid?"
"There's a range, you know," said Miyagi, kissing the shaft before sliding his tongue along it. "That might feel okay," explained before pushing Shinobu's length into his mouth, sucking on it gently before letting it slip back out past his lips. "But that probably feels even better, hmmm?"
Shinobu grunted; his eyes remained fixed on the wall. The sudden loss of heat where he really wanted it right now was annoying. "So you want me to praise you every five seconds for doing...that?"
"I wouldn't mind it."
"Forget it!" said Shinobu, embarrassed and angry; and growing more impatient by the minute.
Miyagi smiled; his fingers were splayed on Shinobu's stomach, gathering the warmth from the heated skin below as he opened his mouth around the hard flesh, relaxing his throat and allowing awkward, shallow thrusts upward, deeper into his mouth. He winced when Shinobu's hand found his, crushing and then scratching at it when Miyagi sucked harder. The growled moans and loud utterances of his name made Miyagi feel extremely possessive then, even as he closed his eyes, allowing Shinobu's release to spray in thick bursts down the back of his throat. Being careful, Miyagi slowly removed Shinobu's cock from his mouth, swallowing the last remnants of his release.
"Don't- Why are you swallowing?!" asked Shinobu, panicking despite his extremely recent orgasm.
Miyagi wiped at his mouth with the back of his hand. "Why not?" he asked, frowning. "I don't mind the taste."
Shinobu blushed. “...Still.”
Miyagi kissed the inside of Shinobu's thigh, sucking on the skin until he got a strained-sounding demand to cut it out; laughing when they were face-to-face again. That same odd feeling spread through Miyagi's chest as he noticed the unsettled, sad look on Shinobu's face. He pressed a finger to Shinobu's brow. "Stop that. You don't want to look like Kamijou, do you?"
Shinobu didn't say anything; he just hmph'd.
"Ah~," said Miyagi with a defeated sigh. "When you look like that, it's hard to stay in the mood."
"Did..."
Miyagi blinked. "Hmm?"
"Did...Am I a disappointing sex partner?"
"........................What?" asked Miyagi after a prolonged and stunned silence.
"Never mind-"
"No," said Miyagi. "You're not disappointing. What would make you ask that?"
"...Nothing," replied Shinobu avoidantly.
Miyagi sighed.
"It's just...you want me to do all those things and I- I...can't," said Shinobu, looking more and more miserable. "I guess I'm not a very good boyfriend after all," he muttered.
...Cute, thought Miyagi. Forcefully tilting Shinobu's head upward, Miyagi allowed their lips to press together briefly. "You're definitely a little bit stupid," he said, hiding a chuckle at the predictable glare that resulted. "But not disappointing." And why do you get to have all the complexes? he added to himself. You can come three times in the time it takes me to come once. You can't cook, but you always manage to smell good. And that mouth is...much better than you give it credit for. You're not the one who has to worry here!
"How come you can't say anything nice about me?" complained Shinobu.
“You just don't know how to listen," answered Miyagi noncommittally; one hand already beneath Shinobu's leg, lifting it upward. He hurriedly prepared Shinobu before positioning himself and burying his length deep inside the intense tightness which hotly surrounded his cock. He pushed in again and again, kissing Shinobu's neck and jawline, desperate to lose all of his doubts in Shinobu's body. He listened to the wet smack of their bodies, breathed in the slight sheen of sweat between them, tasted the blood - his blood - which had somehow dried on Shinobu's cheek; kept pushing until he could go no deeper before losing himself to the messy orgasm pulsating wetly within Shinobu.
He pulled out, falling beside Shinobu on the bed and reaching behind him until he found his cigarettes and lighter. The ashtray was in the other room but he didn't bother to get it - not when Shinobu had managed, within a window of fourteen seconds, to cling and curl around him, brown hair soft on Miyagi's chest. Miyagi sighed and lit a cigarette, taking a long, satisfied drag.
"I'm sorry I couldn't be louder or say...those things," mumbled Shinobu, holding onto him more tightly.
Miyagi pressed a kiss to the top of Shinobu's head. "I just want to know that I'm a bad influence on you," he joked. "I don't really care what you do, as long as you're 100% mine."
"Shut up," growled Shinobu, burrowing closer and hiding his face. "Stupid old man."