July Drabbles/Ficlet (Tamamori/Miyata, Senga, NC-17)
Title: July Drabbles/Ficlet
Pairing: Three TamaMiya and one... Senga
Rating/Warnings: NC-17
AN: Completely unedited, and knocked out in a really short period of time, because someone was bothering me again.
Tamamori thinks he's getting better at this. Miyata still doesn't need to touch him, but at least Tamamori can manage a few minutes before Miyata's thrusts send him over the edge. He's still a bit embarrassed by it, doesn't think it's normal to enjoy it so much, but when Miyata pushes him hard into the mattress, nothing else matters.
They only switch once. Miyata has been asking if Tamamori isn't curious. Doesn't he want to try it? Tamamori wonders if Miyata's been thinking the same thing, but he doesn't think so. Miyata really is just curious about why Tamamori isn't. He thinks all guys want to feel that tightness, the heat, the pressure surrounding them… he doesn't really understand that Tamamori doesn't need it. So they try it. Tamamori wants to show him how it feels, how amazing it is, but apparently it doesn't work that way. People are just different. And so that one time stays that one time, and Tamamori tries not to wonder if maybe he really is a girl after all.
Tamamori hopes he isn't really risking his neck by taking them home, but the look on Miyata's face when Tamamori holds out the scarves from their costumes is priceless. Any worries Tamamori might have had are washed away in knots of color and twists of hips, and when it's over, he realizes that he'll never be able to look at their costumes the same way again.
When Senga first thinks about it, it seems really dirty. But then, Nikaido's done it for him many times and it's always amazing. So now, why shouldn't he just try it? Nikaido's back in Tokyo and Senga won't see him for days and he just really wants to get off, but- he's curious. Could he?
He can feel himself blushing, and he wonders how something that seems so normal with Nikaido can seem so embarrassing on his own. He thinks it should probably be the opposite way around. But in any case, there's no one around to see, so Senga ignores his embarrassment and slides a finger slowly into himself. The angle is a little awkward, but he manages, and he's more surprised by how tight he is. He already knows what it feels like to have something inside of himself, but he's never felt what it's like to be inside. At least he can understand now why Nikaido sometimes moans before his cock is anywhere near Senga.
Senga slowly moves his finger around, searching for the right spot. The good thing about finding it is that he can touch himself as much as he wants, he doesn't have to withstand Nikaido's teasing, the brushing touches that make him arch and want to beg for more.
But this isn't enough and the embarrassment is gone, chased away by need. Senga grabs the lube with his other hand and lets it drip down to his entrance, and then pushes in with two fingers. His wrist already hurts a bit, but he's not going to stop now, god no. He presses his fingers up inside of himself as deep as he can, curling them to get the pressure right. He digs his heels into the bed and pushes up for a better angle, fucking himself fast and hard, and it's only a short time before he's gasping in desperation.
His breathing sounds overly loud, echoing in the empty room, and it's kind of hot to be doing this to himself. He's close, really close, and it's almost torture. For a moment, he imagines Nikaido watching him, all dark eyes and endless want, and now, Senga needs to come now. He wraps his free hand around his cock and strokes a harsh counterpoint to the fingers he has inside, and then he's tensing and shuddering, coating his stomach with come. It's sort of weird to feel himself clenching around his fingers, impossibly tight, and he's more aware of his orgasm that he's ever been.
He removes his fingers carefully, wincing as his muscles clench involuntarily. When he's had a few minutes to breathe, Senga thinks about it. Dictating his own pace was different, and as much as he won't admit it, he likes Nikaido's unpredictability, as torturous as it sometimes is. However, he thinks maybe he should have figured all of this out first. Sleeping with Nikaido for the first time was something Senga will never forget, both for the intimacy and perfection of being with him and for the incredible pain. It doesn't hurt anymore, and hasn't for a while, and though he wouldn't want to change anything, Senga can't help but wonder if their first time would have been different if he had been a little more… prepared, as it were.
As he cleans himself up, Senga contemplates what it must have been like for other people he knows. He's never really spoken about it with anyone. He didn't know much going into it all. What were their firsts like? Did they know what they were doing? Was it scary? Was it what they expected? He has no complaints about his own, but it would be interesting to know about others.
And then he thinks of Miyata and Tamamori. Because for once, Senga's not the last to know something. He wonders what their first time will be like, because everyone knows it's going to happen eventually. And then he thinks maybe he should have a talk with Tamamori. The other boy might kill him, but Senga thinks there are some things Tamamori might want to know. Someday.
For now, Senga thinks he'll just bother Kitayama.
Pairing: Three TamaMiya and one... Senga
Rating/Warnings: NC-17
AN: Completely unedited, and knocked out in a really short period of time, because someone was bothering me again.
Tamamori thinks he's getting better at this. Miyata still doesn't need to touch him, but at least Tamamori can manage a few minutes before Miyata's thrusts send him over the edge. He's still a bit embarrassed by it, doesn't think it's normal to enjoy it so much, but when Miyata pushes him hard into the mattress, nothing else matters.
They only switch once. Miyata has been asking if Tamamori isn't curious. Doesn't he want to try it? Tamamori wonders if Miyata's been thinking the same thing, but he doesn't think so. Miyata really is just curious about why Tamamori isn't. He thinks all guys want to feel that tightness, the heat, the pressure surrounding them… he doesn't really understand that Tamamori doesn't need it. So they try it. Tamamori wants to show him how it feels, how amazing it is, but apparently it doesn't work that way. People are just different. And so that one time stays that one time, and Tamamori tries not to wonder if maybe he really is a girl after all.
Tamamori hopes he isn't really risking his neck by taking them home, but the look on Miyata's face when Tamamori holds out the scarves from their costumes is priceless. Any worries Tamamori might have had are washed away in knots of color and twists of hips, and when it's over, he realizes that he'll never be able to look at their costumes the same way again.
When Senga first thinks about it, it seems really dirty. But then, Nikaido's done it for him many times and it's always amazing. So now, why shouldn't he just try it? Nikaido's back in Tokyo and Senga won't see him for days and he just really wants to get off, but- he's curious. Could he?
He can feel himself blushing, and he wonders how something that seems so normal with Nikaido can seem so embarrassing on his own. He thinks it should probably be the opposite way around. But in any case, there's no one around to see, so Senga ignores his embarrassment and slides a finger slowly into himself. The angle is a little awkward, but he manages, and he's more surprised by how tight he is. He already knows what it feels like to have something inside of himself, but he's never felt what it's like to be inside. At least he can understand now why Nikaido sometimes moans before his cock is anywhere near Senga.
Senga slowly moves his finger around, searching for the right spot. The good thing about finding it is that he can touch himself as much as he wants, he doesn't have to withstand Nikaido's teasing, the brushing touches that make him arch and want to beg for more.
But this isn't enough and the embarrassment is gone, chased away by need. Senga grabs the lube with his other hand and lets it drip down to his entrance, and then pushes in with two fingers. His wrist already hurts a bit, but he's not going to stop now, god no. He presses his fingers up inside of himself as deep as he can, curling them to get the pressure right. He digs his heels into the bed and pushes up for a better angle, fucking himself fast and hard, and it's only a short time before he's gasping in desperation.
His breathing sounds overly loud, echoing in the empty room, and it's kind of hot to be doing this to himself. He's close, really close, and it's almost torture. For a moment, he imagines Nikaido watching him, all dark eyes and endless want, and now, Senga needs to come now. He wraps his free hand around his cock and strokes a harsh counterpoint to the fingers he has inside, and then he's tensing and shuddering, coating his stomach with come. It's sort of weird to feel himself clenching around his fingers, impossibly tight, and he's more aware of his orgasm that he's ever been.
He removes his fingers carefully, wincing as his muscles clench involuntarily. When he's had a few minutes to breathe, Senga thinks about it. Dictating his own pace was different, and as much as he won't admit it, he likes Nikaido's unpredictability, as torturous as it sometimes is. However, he thinks maybe he should have figured all of this out first. Sleeping with Nikaido for the first time was something Senga will never forget, both for the intimacy and perfection of being with him and for the incredible pain. It doesn't hurt anymore, and hasn't for a while, and though he wouldn't want to change anything, Senga can't help but wonder if their first time would have been different if he had been a little more… prepared, as it were.
As he cleans himself up, Senga contemplates what it must have been like for other people he knows. He's never really spoken about it with anyone. He didn't know much going into it all. What were their firsts like? Did they know what they were doing? Was it scary? Was it what they expected? He has no complaints about his own, but it would be interesting to know about others.
And then he thinks of Miyata and Tamamori. Because for once, Senga's not the last to know something. He wonders what their first time will be like, because everyone knows it's going to happen eventually. And then he thinks maybe he should have a talk with Tamamori. The other boy might kill him, but Senga thinks there are some things Tamamori might want to know. Someday.
For now, Senga thinks he'll just bother Kitayama.