Sweet Loli Cafe Ch 9 [Tora x Miyavi]
Title: Sweet Loli Cafe
Chapter: 9/??
Authors: Tora_Bish and Raepoo
Rating: PG-13 (NC-17 overall)
Warning: Crack, lolita dresses, angst
Bands: Alice Nine, Miyavi, Gazette, Lee Hyori, Hinoi Team (Rina)
Pairings: (Will Be) Tora x Miyavi, (One-sided) Hyori x Tora, Uruha x Saga, Rina x Kai (xDD)
Summary: Based loosely off of a Korean Drama Coffee Prince. Tora is the son of a very wealthy family, but in order to inherit any of it, he must prove to his grandmother that he can be independent. And so, she gives him a little cafe that needs quite a bit of work.
Tora just stared, unable to believe that Miyavi just pinned him up against the wall and kissed him like that. With a shake of his head, Tora licked his lower lip. "What do you think you're doing?"
Instantly, Miyavi moved away, leaning against the opposite wall. Eyes closing, he just lowered his head in apology. He'd done it now.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to..."
Sighing, Miyavi bit down hard on his lower lip to stop it from trembling, feeling all too familiar tears building up behind his closed lids.
Seeing the like that made Tora heart tug just a little. He could still hear Uruha's words clear in his mind and the other was right. Miyavi was suffering and from the looks of it, more than he was.
"I just...I just meant a greeting would've been okay too."
"Oh." Miyavi looked up, shyly, but at least he looked up. "I never meant for this to happen..."
"Do me a favor, shut the door and let's just... Sit and talk about this." With a nod Miyavi shut the door, making sure to lock it so no one could barge in on them.
Sitting down on the couch across from Tora, he fidgeted uncomfortably. The place was spacious and well decorated. It was clear that Tora came from a wealthy family and that reminder made him uncomfortable.
Glancing at Miyavi, Tora shed his blankets, tossing them aside. "I never mean to hurt you in any way, even though I'm sure I have on several occasions already."
With a sigh, Tora ran his fingers through his hair. "It's just a shock to hear, you know? That you're a boy and that I fell in love with...'
Shaking his head, Tora glanced away. Miyavi nibbled on his lower lip, nodding quietly. "But love is love, isn't it? It doesn't change does it?"
Tora nibbled on his bottom lip before looking up to Miyavi. "I..." With a sigh, he ran his fingers through his hair. "H-hai... It's just, awkward, is all... I don't really know what to do. Or how to go about anything."
"It's not that much different, really." Miyavi laughed softly before playfully leaning a bit closer. "So... Do you forgive me now?"
Tora stared at Miyavi carefully, still trying to wrap his head around the fact that the person he fell in love with was a guy. "I was never really mad. Well, yes, I was, but I was more angry at the fact that you had to hide it from me from the beginning."
Miyavi lowered his eyes slightly, blushing faintly. "I couldn't help it, I didn't know how you'd react and I thought I might not get the job."
"I understand why you did it, I'm just...well, you didn't have to hide it from me." With a faint smile, he reached over and gently let his fingers skim over Miyavi's cheek.
"But I forgive you. And...and I really do like you, Miyavi. I really, really like you."
Smiling faintly, Miyavi leaned into those fingers, letting his hand cover Tora's. "I really like you too."
"So you wanna give this a try with me? You'll have to be patient with me while I...learn how to do all this, but I'm willing."
Miyavi didn't know how to respond, verbally, anyway. He was so happy and so overwhelmed with everything that he was lost to words. The next thing he knew, he was in Tora's lap, lips pressed against the older male's as his eyes closed.
When Tora's arms wrapped around his waist, pulling him close, he felt like he was going to die of happiness. This was just too good to be true, right? It had to be.
Oh, but it wasn't a dream. No, it had to be real, because no dream could ever be like this. No dream could make him feel Tora's fingers softly trailing down his side to rest against his hip.
With a soft sigh, Miyavi pressed his forehead against Tora's. This felt perfect.
Tora experimentally let his fingers tuck under Miyavi's shirt, lightly stroking at the soft skin above his hip. It was obvious Miyavi was a man, he lacked the feminine softness he was used to, but the sharp angles Miyavi seemed perfect.
Yes, he was sure he wanted this, absolutely positive.
With a smile, Tora let one hand slip up to cup Miyavi's cheek. "You're just so beautiful, you know that?" Without really thinking, Tora moved them so that he could lay the other down on his back, against the couch.
Miyavi just looked up at the man in shock, though he wasn't going to complain! Not at all. "Tora... I..." He couldnt' deny the blush on his cheeks as he pulled the man down for a soft kiss.
Kissing, Tora decided, was the same for either gender. Miyavi's lips were just as soft as a woman's lips. And the way their tongues brushed against each other made pleasant tingles run down Tora's spine.
With hesitation, Tora let his fingers slips under Miyavi's shirt again. Gently stroking at the soft skin there, he broke apart from the kiss and began to kiss down that long, pale throat. Nibbling against the soft skin there, he hesitantly rocked his hips up against Miyavi's.
The answering moan he heard was the most beautiful sound in the world and Tora found himself craving more of that sound.
Miyavi hadn't expected any of this, most particularly to have Tora pinning him to the couch like so. But oh did it feel so good, the hips rocking against his own were almost too much for him to bare. "T-Tora..."
The older male stopped, looking down at the man he loved. "Everything alright? Am I... Am I doing this right, Miyavi?"
Giving Tora a look, he just shook his head. "Don't worry so much, just don't you dare stop."
With a smile, he gave another small rock of his hips. "What this?"
"Mm, yeah, that."
With a soft hum of thought, Tora leaned in closer and let his lips skim over Miyavi's throat again. Without warning, Tora's lips latched onto the juncture where Miyavi's throat and shoulder met.
The small gasp Miyavi gave was all too cute and Tora couldn't help but let his teeth bite down slightly, sucking hard, knowing that tomorrow, when Miyavi walked into work, there'd be a beautiful mark and everyone would know to just back off.
Miyavi's hands impatiently tugged at Tora's shirt. Pulling apart for a quick moment, Tora's shirt landed on the floor in a desolate heap, Miyavi's shirt quickly joining it.
Just as they were about to lean back together again, a phone rang and Tora gave a low groan.
Perfect timing.
Tora was going to ignore it, but if he didn't answer, whoever it was just kept calling. Growling, he finally answered the phone, "WHAT?!"
Uruha blinked on his end of the phone, "Y-you okay? Scratch that, is Miyavi okay? You two aren't--"
"We're a bit busy can I call you back later, Uruha?"
"Hey! I need to---" Tora hung up on him. "Asshole."
With a breathless laugh, Miyavi hooked his hand against Tora's throat and pulled him close again. Without hesitation, Tora kissed Miyavi, hands freely exploring the warm expanse of flesh underneath him.
Glancing at the tattoo's on Miyavi's chest, he couldn't help but grin. Pressing a soft kiss to one, he licked it, amused at the way Miyavi arched slightly.
Miyavi's fingers threaded in Tora's hair, lightly tugging again as he felt warm tongue against sensitive flesh.
Just as Tora's fingers began to creep under the waistline of Miyavi's pants, the front door flung open and a frantic looking Uruha burst in.
"Is everything oka-- oh."
"GOD DAMNIT, URUHA!!" Tora yelled as he sat up straight, glaring at his best friend. "I told you, we were busy!"
"You sounded pissed off! How was I to know that Miyavi was okay? Huh?! Wanna answer me that?" Uruha scoffed, arms crossing over his chest as he looked away and then back to them. "So... Does this mean that you two are--"
"Uh huh," Miyavi and Tora both replied.
"And you were about to--"
"Yeah," again they answered in unison.
"So I should--" Uruha pointed to the door about the same time they chirped, "Leave."
"Okay, Okay. I see, I'm not welcome here. But you two better not start trying to hump like rabbits at work!"
Grinning, Miyavi sat up to look at the assistant manager, "We wouldn't do that, Uru-chan, we can't take your's and Saga's job from you."
With a slight huff, Uruha just gave up and left. Clearly they needed some time alone.
With a sigh, Miyavi ran his fingers through his hair. "Guess the moment's ruined."
Chuckling softly, Tora nodded, pulling away from Miyavi completely. "Sorry, maybe next time we should do this somewhere where no one can find us."
Reaching towards the ground for his shirt, Tora handed Miyavi his as well. Fully clothed once more, Tora pulled Miyavi close for a kiss, chaste compared to what they were like only moments ago.
"I'm sorry for being so stupid."
"I forgive you."
With a smile, Miyavi pressed a quick peck to Tora's cheek. Tora could feel his heart flutter a little at the smile Miyavi gave him. "Hey, why don't you stay over tonight. I'll make us some dinner and we can go to work together tomorrow. It's already getting late as it is."
And of course by late, he meant the sun was setting and he just didn't want Miyavi to leave.
"But I... Let me call Rina and make sure she'll be okay. If not I can't stay."
Miyavi had no sooner called his sister than she asked him where he was. He should've been at work still, with her. And when he explained there was a loud squeal from her side of the phone. "So you'll be okay by yourself tonight?"
"Yeah! I'll be fine. You just enjoy yourself, kay? Love you! I gotta get back to work now." With that she hung up and Miyavi smiled to Tora.
"I'm all yours."
"Good. Because I would've had a hard time accepting no as an answer."
That said, Tora stood up and shuffled his way into the kitchen, opening the fridge to see what there could be to make for dinner.
Feeling thin arms wind around his body, he smiled at the extra warmth on his back. "You know, you don't have to cook for me. I"d be fine with take out too."
"Yeah, but you're mine now. And I wanna spoil you as much as I can."
With a smile, Miyavi couldn't help but sigh happily at that. It was amazing how fast things changed. Only this morning he had been as miserable as could be and now. Well, now, he couldn't be happier.
Letting go of Tora's body, he leaned back against the counter. "You know, can I trust you to cook?" With a grin, he gave Tora a mock-glare. "I bet you had a cook all your life, how can I trust that you know how to cook without burning the food?"
Tora gave Miyavi a hard poke to the stomach. "I'll show you just how well I can cook and once I've wowed you with my talent, you can thank me all you want by doing the dishes."
Miyavi grinned. "And if I don't like it?"
"You still do the dishes."
Pouting, the younger male shook his head. "Not fair! I think, if I don't like it. You should have to make it up to me by finishing what you started earlier!" Sticking his tongue, Miyavi crossed his arms.
"Oh, so that's how you think? Huh?" Tora pulled Miyavi in for a soft kiss before whispering, "You might just get that either way if you keep distracting me."
"Oh, I don't think I'll hear you complaining."
With a grin, he wound his arms around Tora's neck, pulling him closer still. "But you know, I'm still hungry and I believe someone has a promise to fullfill me."
With a roll of his eyes, Tora pulled away. "You're just a tease."
"You like it."
"Yeah, yeah. Don't get too caught up in yourself. I could just make you sleep on the couch." Sticking out his tongue, Tora turned back to his cooking. It was about half an hour later when dinner was actually ready and the two sat down to eat.
Miyavi was a bit surprised with his first bite when a half-moan escaped his lips, quickly trying ot cover it up. But when they finally finished he admitted to having enjoyed the meal. "Okay, fine... I'll do the dishes."
"You don't have to."
"Oh, but a deal's a deal."
With a grin, Miyavi collected the dishes and gathered them into the sink. Squirting some of the dish soap into a sponge, he began to clean the dishes with a quick ease that came from all the previous jobs he had worked as a dishwasher.
"You can make it up to me later with a nice shoulder massage and a little pampering and the like."
"Mm... Well then, the pampering I can do quite easily. Though I'm afraid the massage... Well that's going to have to be a rather... Deep tissue massage if you catch my drift." Laughing, Tora knew that was a horribly line, but he couldn't help it. Pulling Miyavi to him, he kissed the younger male.
"That was lame, but it works." Shrugging, Miyavi kissed the tip of the man's nose playfully. "So why don't we go lay down and relax?"
With a laugh, he let a soapy hand gently poke Tora's nose, leaving behind a dollop of soap.
Wiping his soapy hands on a towel, he nodded. "I think, we should go to bed."
With a small raise of his brows and a wink, Miyavi laughed and simply tugged the other towards the bedroom.
Chapter: 9/??
Authors: Tora_Bish and Raepoo
Rating: PG-13 (NC-17 overall)
Warning: Crack, lolita dresses, angst
Bands: Alice Nine, Miyavi, Gazette, Lee Hyori, Hinoi Team (Rina)
Pairings: (Will Be) Tora x Miyavi, (One-sided) Hyori x Tora, Uruha x Saga, Rina x Kai (xDD)
Summary: Based loosely off of a Korean Drama Coffee Prince. Tora is the son of a very wealthy family, but in order to inherit any of it, he must prove to his grandmother that he can be independent. And so, she gives him a little cafe that needs quite a bit of work.
Tora just stared, unable to believe that Miyavi just pinned him up against the wall and kissed him like that. With a shake of his head, Tora licked his lower lip. "What do you think you're doing?"
Instantly, Miyavi moved away, leaning against the opposite wall. Eyes closing, he just lowered his head in apology. He'd done it now.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to..."
Sighing, Miyavi bit down hard on his lower lip to stop it from trembling, feeling all too familiar tears building up behind his closed lids.
Seeing the like that made Tora heart tug just a little. He could still hear Uruha's words clear in his mind and the other was right. Miyavi was suffering and from the looks of it, more than he was.
"I just...I just meant a greeting would've been okay too."
"Oh." Miyavi looked up, shyly, but at least he looked up. "I never meant for this to happen..."
"Do me a favor, shut the door and let's just... Sit and talk about this." With a nod Miyavi shut the door, making sure to lock it so no one could barge in on them.
Sitting down on the couch across from Tora, he fidgeted uncomfortably. The place was spacious and well decorated. It was clear that Tora came from a wealthy family and that reminder made him uncomfortable.
Glancing at Miyavi, Tora shed his blankets, tossing them aside. "I never mean to hurt you in any way, even though I'm sure I have on several occasions already."
With a sigh, Tora ran his fingers through his hair. "It's just a shock to hear, you know? That you're a boy and that I fell in love with...'
Shaking his head, Tora glanced away. Miyavi nibbled on his lower lip, nodding quietly. "But love is love, isn't it? It doesn't change does it?"
Tora nibbled on his bottom lip before looking up to Miyavi. "I..." With a sigh, he ran his fingers through his hair. "H-hai... It's just, awkward, is all... I don't really know what to do. Or how to go about anything."
"It's not that much different, really." Miyavi laughed softly before playfully leaning a bit closer. "So... Do you forgive me now?"
Tora stared at Miyavi carefully, still trying to wrap his head around the fact that the person he fell in love with was a guy. "I was never really mad. Well, yes, I was, but I was more angry at the fact that you had to hide it from me from the beginning."
Miyavi lowered his eyes slightly, blushing faintly. "I couldn't help it, I didn't know how you'd react and I thought I might not get the job."
"I understand why you did it, I'm just...well, you didn't have to hide it from me." With a faint smile, he reached over and gently let his fingers skim over Miyavi's cheek.
"But I forgive you. And...and I really do like you, Miyavi. I really, really like you."
Smiling faintly, Miyavi leaned into those fingers, letting his hand cover Tora's. "I really like you too."
"So you wanna give this a try with me? You'll have to be patient with me while I...learn how to do all this, but I'm willing."
Miyavi didn't know how to respond, verbally, anyway. He was so happy and so overwhelmed with everything that he was lost to words. The next thing he knew, he was in Tora's lap, lips pressed against the older male's as his eyes closed.
When Tora's arms wrapped around his waist, pulling him close, he felt like he was going to die of happiness. This was just too good to be true, right? It had to be.
Oh, but it wasn't a dream. No, it had to be real, because no dream could ever be like this. No dream could make him feel Tora's fingers softly trailing down his side to rest against his hip.
With a soft sigh, Miyavi pressed his forehead against Tora's. This felt perfect.
Tora experimentally let his fingers tuck under Miyavi's shirt, lightly stroking at the soft skin above his hip. It was obvious Miyavi was a man, he lacked the feminine softness he was used to, but the sharp angles Miyavi seemed perfect.
Yes, he was sure he wanted this, absolutely positive.
With a smile, Tora let one hand slip up to cup Miyavi's cheek. "You're just so beautiful, you know that?" Without really thinking, Tora moved them so that he could lay the other down on his back, against the couch.
Miyavi just looked up at the man in shock, though he wasn't going to complain! Not at all. "Tora... I..." He couldnt' deny the blush on his cheeks as he pulled the man down for a soft kiss.
Kissing, Tora decided, was the same for either gender. Miyavi's lips were just as soft as a woman's lips. And the way their tongues brushed against each other made pleasant tingles run down Tora's spine.
With hesitation, Tora let his fingers slips under Miyavi's shirt again. Gently stroking at the soft skin there, he broke apart from the kiss and began to kiss down that long, pale throat. Nibbling against the soft skin there, he hesitantly rocked his hips up against Miyavi's.
The answering moan he heard was the most beautiful sound in the world and Tora found himself craving more of that sound.
Miyavi hadn't expected any of this, most particularly to have Tora pinning him to the couch like so. But oh did it feel so good, the hips rocking against his own were almost too much for him to bare. "T-Tora..."
The older male stopped, looking down at the man he loved. "Everything alright? Am I... Am I doing this right, Miyavi?"
Giving Tora a look, he just shook his head. "Don't worry so much, just don't you dare stop."
With a smile, he gave another small rock of his hips. "What this?"
"Mm, yeah, that."
With a soft hum of thought, Tora leaned in closer and let his lips skim over Miyavi's throat again. Without warning, Tora's lips latched onto the juncture where Miyavi's throat and shoulder met.
The small gasp Miyavi gave was all too cute and Tora couldn't help but let his teeth bite down slightly, sucking hard, knowing that tomorrow, when Miyavi walked into work, there'd be a beautiful mark and everyone would know to just back off.
Miyavi's hands impatiently tugged at Tora's shirt. Pulling apart for a quick moment, Tora's shirt landed on the floor in a desolate heap, Miyavi's shirt quickly joining it.
Just as they were about to lean back together again, a phone rang and Tora gave a low groan.
Perfect timing.
Tora was going to ignore it, but if he didn't answer, whoever it was just kept calling. Growling, he finally answered the phone, "WHAT?!"
Uruha blinked on his end of the phone, "Y-you okay? Scratch that, is Miyavi okay? You two aren't--"
"We're a bit busy can I call you back later, Uruha?"
"Hey! I need to---" Tora hung up on him. "Asshole."
With a breathless laugh, Miyavi hooked his hand against Tora's throat and pulled him close again. Without hesitation, Tora kissed Miyavi, hands freely exploring the warm expanse of flesh underneath him.
Glancing at the tattoo's on Miyavi's chest, he couldn't help but grin. Pressing a soft kiss to one, he licked it, amused at the way Miyavi arched slightly.
Miyavi's fingers threaded in Tora's hair, lightly tugging again as he felt warm tongue against sensitive flesh.
Just as Tora's fingers began to creep under the waistline of Miyavi's pants, the front door flung open and a frantic looking Uruha burst in.
"Is everything oka-- oh."
"GOD DAMNIT, URUHA!!" Tora yelled as he sat up straight, glaring at his best friend. "I told you, we were busy!"
"You sounded pissed off! How was I to know that Miyavi was okay? Huh?! Wanna answer me that?" Uruha scoffed, arms crossing over his chest as he looked away and then back to them. "So... Does this mean that you two are--"
"Uh huh," Miyavi and Tora both replied.
"And you were about to--"
"Yeah," again they answered in unison.
"So I should--" Uruha pointed to the door about the same time they chirped, "Leave."
"Okay, Okay. I see, I'm not welcome here. But you two better not start trying to hump like rabbits at work!"
Grinning, Miyavi sat up to look at the assistant manager, "We wouldn't do that, Uru-chan, we can't take your's and Saga's job from you."
With a slight huff, Uruha just gave up and left. Clearly they needed some time alone.
With a sigh, Miyavi ran his fingers through his hair. "Guess the moment's ruined."
Chuckling softly, Tora nodded, pulling away from Miyavi completely. "Sorry, maybe next time we should do this somewhere where no one can find us."
Reaching towards the ground for his shirt, Tora handed Miyavi his as well. Fully clothed once more, Tora pulled Miyavi close for a kiss, chaste compared to what they were like only moments ago.
"I'm sorry for being so stupid."
"I forgive you."
With a smile, Miyavi pressed a quick peck to Tora's cheek. Tora could feel his heart flutter a little at the smile Miyavi gave him. "Hey, why don't you stay over tonight. I'll make us some dinner and we can go to work together tomorrow. It's already getting late as it is."
And of course by late, he meant the sun was setting and he just didn't want Miyavi to leave.
"But I... Let me call Rina and make sure she'll be okay. If not I can't stay."
Miyavi had no sooner called his sister than she asked him where he was. He should've been at work still, with her. And when he explained there was a loud squeal from her side of the phone. "So you'll be okay by yourself tonight?"
"Yeah! I'll be fine. You just enjoy yourself, kay? Love you! I gotta get back to work now." With that she hung up and Miyavi smiled to Tora.
"I'm all yours."
"Good. Because I would've had a hard time accepting no as an answer."
That said, Tora stood up and shuffled his way into the kitchen, opening the fridge to see what there could be to make for dinner.
Feeling thin arms wind around his body, he smiled at the extra warmth on his back. "You know, you don't have to cook for me. I"d be fine with take out too."
"Yeah, but you're mine now. And I wanna spoil you as much as I can."
With a smile, Miyavi couldn't help but sigh happily at that. It was amazing how fast things changed. Only this morning he had been as miserable as could be and now. Well, now, he couldn't be happier.
Letting go of Tora's body, he leaned back against the counter. "You know, can I trust you to cook?" With a grin, he gave Tora a mock-glare. "I bet you had a cook all your life, how can I trust that you know how to cook without burning the food?"
Tora gave Miyavi a hard poke to the stomach. "I'll show you just how well I can cook and once I've wowed you with my talent, you can thank me all you want by doing the dishes."
Miyavi grinned. "And if I don't like it?"
"You still do the dishes."
Pouting, the younger male shook his head. "Not fair! I think, if I don't like it. You should have to make it up to me by finishing what you started earlier!" Sticking his tongue, Miyavi crossed his arms.
"Oh, so that's how you think? Huh?" Tora pulled Miyavi in for a soft kiss before whispering, "You might just get that either way if you keep distracting me."
"Oh, I don't think I'll hear you complaining."
With a grin, he wound his arms around Tora's neck, pulling him closer still. "But you know, I'm still hungry and I believe someone has a promise to fullfill me."
With a roll of his eyes, Tora pulled away. "You're just a tease."
"You like it."
"Yeah, yeah. Don't get too caught up in yourself. I could just make you sleep on the couch." Sticking out his tongue, Tora turned back to his cooking. It was about half an hour later when dinner was actually ready and the two sat down to eat.
Miyavi was a bit surprised with his first bite when a half-moan escaped his lips, quickly trying ot cover it up. But when they finally finished he admitted to having enjoyed the meal. "Okay, fine... I'll do the dishes."
"You don't have to."
"Oh, but a deal's a deal."
With a grin, Miyavi collected the dishes and gathered them into the sink. Squirting some of the dish soap into a sponge, he began to clean the dishes with a quick ease that came from all the previous jobs he had worked as a dishwasher.
"You can make it up to me later with a nice shoulder massage and a little pampering and the like."
"Mm... Well then, the pampering I can do quite easily. Though I'm afraid the massage... Well that's going to have to be a rather... Deep tissue massage if you catch my drift." Laughing, Tora knew that was a horribly line, but he couldn't help it. Pulling Miyavi to him, he kissed the younger male.
"That was lame, but it works." Shrugging, Miyavi kissed the tip of the man's nose playfully. "So why don't we go lay down and relax?"
With a laugh, he let a soapy hand gently poke Tora's nose, leaving behind a dollop of soap.
Wiping his soapy hands on a towel, he nodded. "I think, we should go to bed."
With a small raise of his brows and a wink, Miyavi laughed and simply tugged the other towards the bedroom.