Not-So-Sweet Revenge (Tamamori/Miyata, PG) and Nothing Special (Nikaido/Senga, R)
Title: Not-So-Sweet Revenge
Pairing: Tamamori/Miyata
Rating/Warnings: PG
AN: Based on that infamous picture of Tama in a school girl outfit.
Not-So-Sweet Revenge
"You really don't make a good-looking girl," Fujigaya says, eyeing Tamamori critically. Tamamori flushes with embarrassment, and while he can't really hit Fujigaya, he can certainly whack Nikaido when he agrees with Fujigaya's assessment.
"Ow!" Nikaido whines, clutching his arm. "Geez, your personality matches your looks." He dances out of the way of another smack. "Bitch," he adds.
Tamamori would stomp after him to give him a piece of his mind, but suddenly Senga's in his face, leering. "I think you're pretty, Tama-chan," he sing-songs, and Tamamori smacks him, too, sending him scurrying over to Nikaido.
He drops heavily into a chair, scowling at everyone.
"That's not very lady-like," Kitayama says, and he kicks Tamamori's knees together as he passes by his chair. "You don't want people seeing things." Tamamori scowls harder at Kitayama's laughter.
He expects Yokoo to at least say nothing, and he mostly follows expectations, except for the bra that he drops onto Tamamori's head. "Use that," he directs, deadpan, and Tamamori chucks it at his face, not at all wanting to know where he'd procured it.
"Don't say anything," Tamamori warns as Miyata sits down next to him on the couch. Nikaido and Senga are looking at Miyata like he's crazy for entering the DANGER ZONE.
"Wasn't going to," Miyata says, and leaves it at that.
Tamamori is a bit surprised when Miyata really doesn't say anything more, and he's curious. He latches onto Miyata's arm during a break in the photoshoot.
"Hey."
"Hey," Miyata replies, glancing over at him with a small smile.
"Ne, Miyacchi," Tamamori starts. "What do you think?"
"About what?" Miyata asks.
"About me," Tamamori explains. "You know, as a girl."
Miyata frowns a bit and gives him a once-over. "Well, I don't know. I mean, I don't really like girls, and I don't want you as a girl. I just want you to be you."
"Oh."
"Is that bad?" Miyata asks, and Tamamori shakes his head.
Later, when everyone is choking on the salt water in their water bottles, Nikaido eyes Miyata balefully.
"How is it that you managed to get the only fresh water in the room?" (Tamamori is conspicuously absent.)
Miyata just shrugs.
Title: Nothing Special
Pairing: Nikaido/Senga
Rating/Warnings: R
AN: I felt bad for "not putting out" when everyone has been demanding the porn. So here, have some.
Nothing Special
"I really like you in your glasses," Nikaido says once he's got Senga pinned to the couch beneath him.
Senga laughs. "That's nothing new."
"Does it have to be?" Nikaido answers, and doesn't wait for Senga's response before leaning down to kiss him.
He does really like Senga in his glasses, and in most other things, as well, although he doesn't mention that at the moment. His boyfriend is just hot, and Nikaido doesn't have any compunctions about making good use of their free time, or in using a little honest flattery to get him what he wants. Which, right now, is Senga.
He lets the slide of their tongues together send arousal racing through him, doesn't try to control it, focuses on it instead until he's hard against Senga and the press of their cocks against each other only heightens the sensation. He grinds his hips down until he hears what he wants, Senga's muffled moans changing pitch with his frustration.
"We don't have much time," Nikaido whispers, and Senga tilts his head back and groans aloud.
"I hate when you do this," he complains.
"No, you don't," Nikaido says, fully confident in his reply. He's already sliding off the couch to kneel in front of Senga.
"No, I don't," Senga moans, his voice catching as Nikaido frees him from his pants and gives his cock a firm stroke.
Nikaido doesn't waste time, leans down and takes Senga in his mouth, sucks him hard until Senga's hips are rising off the couch and he's gasping for breath.
"Please," Senga says, more air than voice, "Nika, please." Not that Nikaido was thinking about stopping, keeps going until Senga comes sharp across his tongue with a choked-off yell.
He gives Senga a moment to pull himself together, and then they trade places. Senga starts with only his hand, resting his head on Nikaido's thigh as he catches his breath, and Nikaido lets him. He doesn't need to push for more when he knows that Senga will do whatever he wants once he's able to breathe again. Nikaido forces himself not to squirm for the minute or so it takes Senga to recover, and then he's pushing up into the wet heat of Senga's mouth, his fingers tight in Senga's hair. There's a cool touch on his stomach as the edge of Senga's glasses brushes his skin, Senga nosing at Nikaido's belly as he sucks him in deeper.
Nikaido closes his eyes and focuses on the details, the sounds, all the little touches, fingernails digging just slightly into his hip, the drag of Senga's tongue along his cock, and murmurs Senga's name in warning. It's not special or different, something they've done hundreds of times, but it always feels just as good, pleasure rushing through him in a bright moment or two and leaving him sated and relaxed.
Senga crawls up onto the couch next to him, gives a pleased little hum as he settles against Nikaido's side.
Nikaido thinks there's something really nice about routine.
Pairing: Tamamori/Miyata
Rating/Warnings: PG
AN: Based on that infamous picture of Tama in a school girl outfit.
Not-So-Sweet Revenge
"You really don't make a good-looking girl," Fujigaya says, eyeing Tamamori critically. Tamamori flushes with embarrassment, and while he can't really hit Fujigaya, he can certainly whack Nikaido when he agrees with Fujigaya's assessment.
"Ow!" Nikaido whines, clutching his arm. "Geez, your personality matches your looks." He dances out of the way of another smack. "Bitch," he adds.
Tamamori would stomp after him to give him a piece of his mind, but suddenly Senga's in his face, leering. "I think you're pretty, Tama-chan," he sing-songs, and Tamamori smacks him, too, sending him scurrying over to Nikaido.
He drops heavily into a chair, scowling at everyone.
"That's not very lady-like," Kitayama says, and he kicks Tamamori's knees together as he passes by his chair. "You don't want people seeing things." Tamamori scowls harder at Kitayama's laughter.
He expects Yokoo to at least say nothing, and he mostly follows expectations, except for the bra that he drops onto Tamamori's head. "Use that," he directs, deadpan, and Tamamori chucks it at his face, not at all wanting to know where he'd procured it.
"Don't say anything," Tamamori warns as Miyata sits down next to him on the couch. Nikaido and Senga are looking at Miyata like he's crazy for entering the DANGER ZONE.
"Wasn't going to," Miyata says, and leaves it at that.
Tamamori is a bit surprised when Miyata really doesn't say anything more, and he's curious. He latches onto Miyata's arm during a break in the photoshoot.
"Hey."
"Hey," Miyata replies, glancing over at him with a small smile.
"Ne, Miyacchi," Tamamori starts. "What do you think?"
"About what?" Miyata asks.
"About me," Tamamori explains. "You know, as a girl."
Miyata frowns a bit and gives him a once-over. "Well, I don't know. I mean, I don't really like girls, and I don't want you as a girl. I just want you to be you."
"Oh."
"Is that bad?" Miyata asks, and Tamamori shakes his head.
Later, when everyone is choking on the salt water in their water bottles, Nikaido eyes Miyata balefully.
"How is it that you managed to get the only fresh water in the room?" (Tamamori is conspicuously absent.)
Miyata just shrugs.
Title: Nothing Special
Pairing: Nikaido/Senga
Rating/Warnings: R
AN: I felt bad for "not putting out" when everyone has been demanding the porn. So here, have some.
Nothing Special
"I really like you in your glasses," Nikaido says once he's got Senga pinned to the couch beneath him.
Senga laughs. "That's nothing new."
"Does it have to be?" Nikaido answers, and doesn't wait for Senga's response before leaning down to kiss him.
He does really like Senga in his glasses, and in most other things, as well, although he doesn't mention that at the moment. His boyfriend is just hot, and Nikaido doesn't have any compunctions about making good use of their free time, or in using a little honest flattery to get him what he wants. Which, right now, is Senga.
He lets the slide of their tongues together send arousal racing through him, doesn't try to control it, focuses on it instead until he's hard against Senga and the press of their cocks against each other only heightens the sensation. He grinds his hips down until he hears what he wants, Senga's muffled moans changing pitch with his frustration.
"We don't have much time," Nikaido whispers, and Senga tilts his head back and groans aloud.
"I hate when you do this," he complains.
"No, you don't," Nikaido says, fully confident in his reply. He's already sliding off the couch to kneel in front of Senga.
"No, I don't," Senga moans, his voice catching as Nikaido frees him from his pants and gives his cock a firm stroke.
Nikaido doesn't waste time, leans down and takes Senga in his mouth, sucks him hard until Senga's hips are rising off the couch and he's gasping for breath.
"Please," Senga says, more air than voice, "Nika, please." Not that Nikaido was thinking about stopping, keeps going until Senga comes sharp across his tongue with a choked-off yell.
He gives Senga a moment to pull himself together, and then they trade places. Senga starts with only his hand, resting his head on Nikaido's thigh as he catches his breath, and Nikaido lets him. He doesn't need to push for more when he knows that Senga will do whatever he wants once he's able to breathe again. Nikaido forces himself not to squirm for the minute or so it takes Senga to recover, and then he's pushing up into the wet heat of Senga's mouth, his fingers tight in Senga's hair. There's a cool touch on his stomach as the edge of Senga's glasses brushes his skin, Senga nosing at Nikaido's belly as he sucks him in deeper.
Nikaido closes his eyes and focuses on the details, the sounds, all the little touches, fingernails digging just slightly into his hip, the drag of Senga's tongue along his cock, and murmurs Senga's name in warning. It's not special or different, something they've done hundreds of times, but it always feels just as good, pleasure rushing through him in a bright moment or two and leaving him sated and relaxed.
Senga crawls up onto the couch next to him, gives a pleased little hum as he settles against Nikaido's side.
Nikaido thinks there's something really nice about routine.