A Dance to Remember [Tora x Miyavi]
Title: A Dance to Remember
Author: Toryavi
Rating: NC-17
Warning: Masturbation
Bands: Alice Nine, Solo/S.K.I.N.
Pairing: Tora x Miyavi
Theme: 04. Choreophilia - When someone finds dancing to be arousing. May include dancing in order to achieve orgasm.
Summary: Whoever would've thought one could be turned on by watching one of their boyfriend's music videos?
A/N: Written for
jfetish_15.
Tora was bored.
Simple.
Miyavi had slipped out early for an interview of some sorts and wouldn' be back for a few hours. So naturally, Tora simply seated himself on the couch and switched on the t.v and proceeded to be lazy.
He'd been watching some sort of music show and various music videos had been shown but it was only when a familiar song caught his ears that Tora actually paid attention, unable to help but smile as he saw Miyavi grace the t.v screen.
Shindemo Boogie Woogie? Really? God, how old was that song now? Not that Tora was really complaining, he loved Miyavi's music. He was just... In several stages of shock, what with the fact that Miyavi had just released the new pv with Sugizo not but a few weeks back.
But that wasn't what really had him shocked, it was the way the younger male was dancing in the video. It was so obscene, so unbefitting of the usually innocent behaving man. Tora found himself paying close attention to his boyfriend's body, the way it rocked back and forth. The way his hand slipped down and practically rubbed his crotch right on camera.
"Fuck..."
It was like watching some sort of porn, the way he'd wink at the screen, act coy with that rose and then be dancing around on that pole like he was being paid to.
Tora could feel himself growing warm, just watching Miyavi on the t.v. Swallowing hard, the guitarist shifted in his seat, leaning forward to grasp each little detail of Miyavi's dancing.
This had to be some sort of illegal, for Miyavi to be dancing like that on t.v.
Tora was far too engrossed to hear the door unlock and a pair of feet shuffling towards him. In fact, he only realized Miyavi was behind him when a pair of thin arms wrapped around him in a firm hug.
"What're you watching, naughty boy?"
Jumping slightly, Tora sighed as he realized just who it was. "Ano... I got bored so I started watching some music videos."
"Tora... You sure you didn't just turn to these when you heard me unlock the door? I could swear it would seem like you were watching some porn before I walked in."
"Iie. I don't need porn to get off, Miyavi. You know that. Why would you-- Shit..." Looking down at his lap, the guitarist could feel himself blushing.
Glancing at the t.v Miyavi grinned, hands wandering down slightly as he drew light designs on Tora's stomach. "You've been a naughty boy indeed."
Tora found that he suddenly couldn't find the will to talk.
"Like the way I dance?"
With a soft chuckle, Miyavi shrugged off the t.v and moved to stand in front of it, blocking the screen from Tora's view. Just as Tora was about to say something, he immediately lost his voice once more because without warning, Miyavi was dancing.
Hips swaying to the beat and body twisting and turning in the most sensual way. This was ten times better than the t.v in Tora's opinion, because the way Miyavi was looking at him, the way he'd lick his lower lips, it was making Tora more than a little uncomfortable.
The guitarist all but bit back the urge to just say fuck it and have his way with the younger male. It was as if Miyavi was some sort of drug, like some sort of human viagra, because within mere seconds, Tora was hard as a rock. Licking his lips, without thinking his hand began to rub against his crotch. Dear god...
Never in his life did Tora expect to find himself jacking off to his own boyfriend, but fuck... Miyavi was just so... So... Intoxicating. Each move, each glance, it left the older male in such a state that he wasn't sure what direction was up and which was down, all he knew was the soloist.
He could just see the way Tora was watching him and Miyavi drank it all in. He loved to see Tora all wound up and know that it was because of him and no one else.
With an extra little sway of his hips, he smirked and had to hold back his smug laugh at the fact that Tora let out a groan. And so of course, it was only logical when Miyavi gave another sway of his hips, this time his hands sliding down his hips, resting against the waistband of his jeans as he blew a kiss to Tora.
Tora just stared, another moan leaving his lips. It was offiicial, Miyavi was trying to kill him. Kill him in the most pleasureable way known to man, but kill him all the same.
Groaning at the sight of Miyavi's tongue ever so slowly dragging over his lips, the guitarist fumbled with his pants, working as fast as he could to undo them. Hips bucking forward so he could slip the rough jean material down, a calloused hand wrapped around his stiff erection. "Fuck Miyavi..."
There was a devious grin on the younger male's lips as he intentionally pushed his crotch into his own hands before teasingly sliding his hand inside of his pants. "Mm... I know you want to, baby. But for now, just enjoy the show."
"I'm enjoying the show, gorgeous, just don't you dare think about stopping."
With another one of those smirks Miyavi just winked and slipped his hand out of pants and instead let it trail down his chest, head tilting back as he tossed his hair just so, letting it cascade down his back.
It reminded Tora of the times when they were in bed and Miyavi tossed his head back as he screamed Tora's name. With another deep groan, Tora's fingers moved faster, feeling a familiar warmth deep inside his stomach, coiling and spreading from the base of his spine, up and up and spreading everywhere to his body. Good God, only Miyavi would be able to do this to him with just a mere sway of his hips.
Slipping closer, Miyavi teasingly thrusted his hips up into Tora's face, stopping just shy of touching before pulling back. Giggling slightly, he watched the older male's hand pump faster and faster, knowing the power he held over his lover, loving every second of it. He knew the guitarist was close, he could tell by the sweat that nearly poured down his face, the way his body was trembling ever so slightly.
God damnit! There was just something so purely erotic about Miyavi that left Tora in a daze, unable to control the urges he acquired from his lover's presence. The way the soloist shook and thrusted into his hand, it was enough to give the brunette a heartattack. With a final thrust into his hand, Tora moaned out Miyavi's name, hips bucking as his seed poured out over his hand.
Watching Tora's face contort in pleasure, Miyavi eased next to his boyfriend on the couch, cool hands running through damp hair and light kisses peppered onto a heated cheek.
By the time Tora found himself able to form coherent thoughts again, he turned to his side and pressed a searing kiss to Miyavi's lips, glad to see that when they pulled apart, Miyavi had a dazed look on his face, similiar to the one Tora had been wearing not moments ago.
Standing, he all but dragged Miyavi towards the bedroom, a smirk decorating his own face. "My turn."
Author: Toryavi
Rating: NC-17
Warning: Masturbation
Bands: Alice Nine, Solo/S.K.I.N.
Pairing: Tora x Miyavi
Theme: 04. Choreophilia - When someone finds dancing to be arousing. May include dancing in order to achieve orgasm.
Summary: Whoever would've thought one could be turned on by watching one of their boyfriend's music videos?
A/N: Written for
jfetish_15.
Tora was bored.
Simple.
Miyavi had slipped out early for an interview of some sorts and wouldn' be back for a few hours. So naturally, Tora simply seated himself on the couch and switched on the t.v and proceeded to be lazy.
He'd been watching some sort of music show and various music videos had been shown but it was only when a familiar song caught his ears that Tora actually paid attention, unable to help but smile as he saw Miyavi grace the t.v screen.
Shindemo Boogie Woogie? Really? God, how old was that song now? Not that Tora was really complaining, he loved Miyavi's music. He was just... In several stages of shock, what with the fact that Miyavi had just released the new pv with Sugizo not but a few weeks back.
But that wasn't what really had him shocked, it was the way the younger male was dancing in the video. It was so obscene, so unbefitting of the usually innocent behaving man. Tora found himself paying close attention to his boyfriend's body, the way it rocked back and forth. The way his hand slipped down and practically rubbed his crotch right on camera.
"Fuck..."
It was like watching some sort of porn, the way he'd wink at the screen, act coy with that rose and then be dancing around on that pole like he was being paid to.
Tora could feel himself growing warm, just watching Miyavi on the t.v. Swallowing hard, the guitarist shifted in his seat, leaning forward to grasp each little detail of Miyavi's dancing.
This had to be some sort of illegal, for Miyavi to be dancing like that on t.v.
Tora was far too engrossed to hear the door unlock and a pair of feet shuffling towards him. In fact, he only realized Miyavi was behind him when a pair of thin arms wrapped around him in a firm hug.
"What're you watching, naughty boy?"
Jumping slightly, Tora sighed as he realized just who it was. "Ano... I got bored so I started watching some music videos."
"Tora... You sure you didn't just turn to these when you heard me unlock the door? I could swear it would seem like you were watching some porn before I walked in."
"Iie. I don't need porn to get off, Miyavi. You know that. Why would you-- Shit..." Looking down at his lap, the guitarist could feel himself blushing.
Glancing at the t.v Miyavi grinned, hands wandering down slightly as he drew light designs on Tora's stomach. "You've been a naughty boy indeed."
Tora found that he suddenly couldn't find the will to talk.
"Like the way I dance?"
With a soft chuckle, Miyavi shrugged off the t.v and moved to stand in front of it, blocking the screen from Tora's view. Just as Tora was about to say something, he immediately lost his voice once more because without warning, Miyavi was dancing.
Hips swaying to the beat and body twisting and turning in the most sensual way. This was ten times better than the t.v in Tora's opinion, because the way Miyavi was looking at him, the way he'd lick his lower lips, it was making Tora more than a little uncomfortable.
The guitarist all but bit back the urge to just say fuck it and have his way with the younger male. It was as if Miyavi was some sort of drug, like some sort of human viagra, because within mere seconds, Tora was hard as a rock. Licking his lips, without thinking his hand began to rub against his crotch. Dear god...
Never in his life did Tora expect to find himself jacking off to his own boyfriend, but fuck... Miyavi was just so... So... Intoxicating. Each move, each glance, it left the older male in such a state that he wasn't sure what direction was up and which was down, all he knew was the soloist.
He could just see the way Tora was watching him and Miyavi drank it all in. He loved to see Tora all wound up and know that it was because of him and no one else.
With an extra little sway of his hips, he smirked and had to hold back his smug laugh at the fact that Tora let out a groan. And so of course, it was only logical when Miyavi gave another sway of his hips, this time his hands sliding down his hips, resting against the waistband of his jeans as he blew a kiss to Tora.
Tora just stared, another moan leaving his lips. It was offiicial, Miyavi was trying to kill him. Kill him in the most pleasureable way known to man, but kill him all the same.
Groaning at the sight of Miyavi's tongue ever so slowly dragging over his lips, the guitarist fumbled with his pants, working as fast as he could to undo them. Hips bucking forward so he could slip the rough jean material down, a calloused hand wrapped around his stiff erection. "Fuck Miyavi..."
There was a devious grin on the younger male's lips as he intentionally pushed his crotch into his own hands before teasingly sliding his hand inside of his pants. "Mm... I know you want to, baby. But for now, just enjoy the show."
"I'm enjoying the show, gorgeous, just don't you dare think about stopping."
With another one of those smirks Miyavi just winked and slipped his hand out of pants and instead let it trail down his chest, head tilting back as he tossed his hair just so, letting it cascade down his back.
It reminded Tora of the times when they were in bed and Miyavi tossed his head back as he screamed Tora's name. With another deep groan, Tora's fingers moved faster, feeling a familiar warmth deep inside his stomach, coiling and spreading from the base of his spine, up and up and spreading everywhere to his body. Good God, only Miyavi would be able to do this to him with just a mere sway of his hips.
Slipping closer, Miyavi teasingly thrusted his hips up into Tora's face, stopping just shy of touching before pulling back. Giggling slightly, he watched the older male's hand pump faster and faster, knowing the power he held over his lover, loving every second of it. He knew the guitarist was close, he could tell by the sweat that nearly poured down his face, the way his body was trembling ever so slightly.
God damnit! There was just something so purely erotic about Miyavi that left Tora in a daze, unable to control the urges he acquired from his lover's presence. The way the soloist shook and thrusted into his hand, it was enough to give the brunette a heartattack. With a final thrust into his hand, Tora moaned out Miyavi's name, hips bucking as his seed poured out over his hand.
Watching Tora's face contort in pleasure, Miyavi eased next to his boyfriend on the couch, cool hands running through damp hair and light kisses peppered onto a heated cheek.
By the time Tora found himself able to form coherent thoughts again, he turned to his side and pressed a searing kiss to Miyavi's lips, glad to see that when they pulled apart, Miyavi had a dazed look on his face, similiar to the one Tora had been wearing not moments ago.
Standing, he all but dragged Miyavi towards the bedroom, a smirk decorating his own face. "My turn."