[One-Shot] Blind (NC-17)
Title: Blind
Fandom: Kis-my-Ft2
Pairings: Miyata Toshiya x Tamamori Yuuta
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Unbeta-ed, smut.
Disclaimer: The boys aren't mine but are real, living people. Their asses are most probably owned by JE.
A/N: Inspired by the moment that was captured in these pictures: One, Two, Three
Tamamori's eyes are closed as he lies on the bed but he's not asleep yet. And actually, he isn't planning to be anytime soon. Miyata is staying over at his place and they actually have a single day off in their schedule the next day so he's not going to let it go to waste by -just- sleeping. The other is still rummaging through his bag or whatever though and not coming to bed, which is starting to annoy Tamamori maybe a tiny little bit. Miyata shouldn't be wasting time either. "Toshiya what are you doing?" he asks, still not opening his eyes.
"I'll be right there..." he hears Miyata's voice and can hear the other coming closer. A moment later, he can feel the shift of the mattress as the other climbs onto the bed and then over him. Tamamori expects the other's lips on his soon but he's not prepared for what Miyata actually does.
He doesn't struggle though when he feels something soft being wrapped around his head, covering his eyes. "What are you doing?" he demands calmly.
"Isn't it obvious? I'm putting a blindfold on you..." Miyata replies and Tamamori can almost hear the goofy grin in the other's voice. "And you're not allowed to take it off until I give you permission to do so," the other adds.
There's a snappy comment on Tamamori's lips but he cannot voice it because all of a sudden his lips are being claimed. It sends a small jolt of surprise through his body and now he can see where Miyata is going with this. Usually Tamamori could tell what his boyfriend was up to...they had been together long enough and even though Miyata acted weird at times there was usually a certain pattern to the weirdness. Tamamori could see it by looking at Miyata's eyes, his body posture...there would always be something that would give the other away. Small but definite habits that Tamamori had picked out.
Apparently Miyata had noticed it. And now Tamamori was literally left in the dark about it. He had to admit that...there was a certain kind of excitement connected to it but he wasn't so sure about whether or not he'd really enjoy it. He did trust Miyata though. The other would guide him properly through this darkness.
"Aah-!" his body arches up against the other's sudden touches and Tamamori finds himself getting aroused a whoe lot quicker than usual during their foreplays. He can feel Miyata close to him but he cannot tell where his boyfriend is moving next and what he's going to do. The other's lips, teeth, tongue, hands...there is no pattern to their movements, no indication where they're going to move next, what part of Tamamori's body they will be caressing. He finds himself imagining the look on his boyfriend's face...the way Miyata would look at him, at his body... the way the corner of Miyata's lips would quirk before he'd go for one of Tamamori's more sensitive spots. The thoughts alone make a moan fall from his lips. He wants to see it, he wants to look at his boyfriend...he wants to be able to touch the other back. But he's not allowed to...yet.
His sweatpants are pulled off and he shivers when the cold air hits his skin directly but he can also feel the warmth radiating from Miyata's body better now. His cock is starting to ache but he cannot feel his boyfriend anywhere near it to relief him. "Toshiya...!" all he can do is try, to ask, to beg...
"None of that, Yuuta..." the other's voice is low and husk, close to his ear. Teeth tug gently on his piercings and then lips kiss the spot just behind his ear but instead of wandering down his neck, Miyata pulls away again. The next target is his left nipple, then the other side of his neck and then suddenly his cock. He arches off the bed again with a moan and whimpers needily when the other doesn't continue there. Tamamori is close to just pulling the bandana covering his eyes off but he keeps himself from doing it.
Miyata's masochism must be rubbing off on him.
The next thing he knows is how Miyata rolls him over and nudges his hips up. Tamamori obeys and supports himself on his knees. A slick, smacking sound comes from his side and at least this time he knows what to expect. He's just willed his body to relax when Miyata pushes the first finger into him, sending several different jolts of excitement and pleasure through his body. He muffles his moans with his pillow, which he finds by grabbing around blindly. His boyfriend takes his sweet time to prepare him. Tamamori knows it's for his sake but it's sweet torture for him as well.
When he feels the mattress shift again, he's prepared to have Miyata push into him any moment but that doesn't happen. An almost undignified yelp comes from Tamamori's lips when a pair of strong arms pull him backwards, into a straight, half crouching, half kneeling position, with the tip of Miyata's cock sliding past his ring of muscle. He's tightened up a bit due to the surprise but soon enough he's relaxed again and let's himself slide down onto his boyfriend more. The other's arms are around his waist and keep him from rocking his hips all the way down but he tries anyway and suddenly the world explodes with stars around him for a few moments as pleasure takes hold of his body.
Tamamori flails his arms a little with the moan that falls from his lips and finds a tuft of Miyata's hair behind him as he does. He uses it to guide his hand to find a better hold and presses Miyata's head against his back and shoulder. "What...what are you doing to me...?" he demands softly.
"God, you're so damn sexy, Yuuta..." Miyata's voice sounds strained but not with pain but with pleasure. He kisses Tamamori's shoulder blade and moves his hips carefully.
It has the desired effect and Tamamori throws his head back in a moan. The movement loosens the bandana around his eyes and it slides off his head. He blinks as his eyes get used to the light again. They widen when he sees just what position they're in. Biting his lips he tries to tear his eyes away from his full-body mirror but he can't. A part of him wants to die of embarrassment but another part of him keeps his eyes glued to the reflection where he can see himself and his boyfriend, intimately joined and Miyata's expression as he moves his hips against his, kisses his skin, nibbles on his neck. He watches Miyata run hands over his body, making him shiver and squirm in the other's arms. It's weird to see himself like this...and yet he can feel his cock react to it, see it twitch slightly when he moans the other's name.
He's lying on his side, chest heaving and eyes closed once more, feeling the orgasm subside again. He doesn't utter a word while Miyata cleans them up with a warm, wet cloth. It's only when the other slides back into bed behind him and pulls him into his arms that Tamamori finally says something again. "...you're a kinky pervert..."
"You enjoyed it as much as I did..." Miyata grins against the back of Tamamori's neck.
"You're so gross..." Tamamori mutters and turns around to nestle his head in the crook of Miyata's neck. "Gross...and disgusting..." his voice grows quieter and quieter until it's merely a whisper or a breath even and soon enough, Miyata feels how Tamamori's breathing evens out as the other falls asleep.
He grins dorkily because he knows that the words 'gross' and 'disgusting' are not spoken with malice but with love.
Comments would be nice.
Fandom: Kis-my-Ft2
Pairings: Miyata Toshiya x Tamamori Yuuta
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Unbeta-ed, smut.
Disclaimer: The boys aren't mine but are real, living people. Their asses are most probably owned by JE.
A/N: Inspired by the moment that was captured in these pictures: One, Two, Three
Tamamori's eyes are closed as he lies on the bed but he's not asleep yet. And actually, he isn't planning to be anytime soon. Miyata is staying over at his place and they actually have a single day off in their schedule the next day so he's not going to let it go to waste by -just- sleeping. The other is still rummaging through his bag or whatever though and not coming to bed, which is starting to annoy Tamamori maybe a tiny little bit. Miyata shouldn't be wasting time either. "Toshiya what are you doing?" he asks, still not opening his eyes.
"I'll be right there..." he hears Miyata's voice and can hear the other coming closer. A moment later, he can feel the shift of the mattress as the other climbs onto the bed and then over him. Tamamori expects the other's lips on his soon but he's not prepared for what Miyata actually does.
He doesn't struggle though when he feels something soft being wrapped around his head, covering his eyes. "What are you doing?" he demands calmly.
"Isn't it obvious? I'm putting a blindfold on you..." Miyata replies and Tamamori can almost hear the goofy grin in the other's voice. "And you're not allowed to take it off until I give you permission to do so," the other adds.
There's a snappy comment on Tamamori's lips but he cannot voice it because all of a sudden his lips are being claimed. It sends a small jolt of surprise through his body and now he can see where Miyata is going with this. Usually Tamamori could tell what his boyfriend was up to...they had been together long enough and even though Miyata acted weird at times there was usually a certain pattern to the weirdness. Tamamori could see it by looking at Miyata's eyes, his body posture...there would always be something that would give the other away. Small but definite habits that Tamamori had picked out.
Apparently Miyata had noticed it. And now Tamamori was literally left in the dark about it. He had to admit that...there was a certain kind of excitement connected to it but he wasn't so sure about whether or not he'd really enjoy it. He did trust Miyata though. The other would guide him properly through this darkness.
"Aah-!" his body arches up against the other's sudden touches and Tamamori finds himself getting aroused a whoe lot quicker than usual during their foreplays. He can feel Miyata close to him but he cannot tell where his boyfriend is moving next and what he's going to do. The other's lips, teeth, tongue, hands...there is no pattern to their movements, no indication where they're going to move next, what part of Tamamori's body they will be caressing. He finds himself imagining the look on his boyfriend's face...the way Miyata would look at him, at his body... the way the corner of Miyata's lips would quirk before he'd go for one of Tamamori's more sensitive spots. The thoughts alone make a moan fall from his lips. He wants to see it, he wants to look at his boyfriend...he wants to be able to touch the other back. But he's not allowed to...yet.
His sweatpants are pulled off and he shivers when the cold air hits his skin directly but he can also feel the warmth radiating from Miyata's body better now. His cock is starting to ache but he cannot feel his boyfriend anywhere near it to relief him. "Toshiya...!" all he can do is try, to ask, to beg...
"None of that, Yuuta..." the other's voice is low and husk, close to his ear. Teeth tug gently on his piercings and then lips kiss the spot just behind his ear but instead of wandering down his neck, Miyata pulls away again. The next target is his left nipple, then the other side of his neck and then suddenly his cock. He arches off the bed again with a moan and whimpers needily when the other doesn't continue there. Tamamori is close to just pulling the bandana covering his eyes off but he keeps himself from doing it.
Miyata's masochism must be rubbing off on him.
The next thing he knows is how Miyata rolls him over and nudges his hips up. Tamamori obeys and supports himself on his knees. A slick, smacking sound comes from his side and at least this time he knows what to expect. He's just willed his body to relax when Miyata pushes the first finger into him, sending several different jolts of excitement and pleasure through his body. He muffles his moans with his pillow, which he finds by grabbing around blindly. His boyfriend takes his sweet time to prepare him. Tamamori knows it's for his sake but it's sweet torture for him as well.
When he feels the mattress shift again, he's prepared to have Miyata push into him any moment but that doesn't happen. An almost undignified yelp comes from Tamamori's lips when a pair of strong arms pull him backwards, into a straight, half crouching, half kneeling position, with the tip of Miyata's cock sliding past his ring of muscle. He's tightened up a bit due to the surprise but soon enough he's relaxed again and let's himself slide down onto his boyfriend more. The other's arms are around his waist and keep him from rocking his hips all the way down but he tries anyway and suddenly the world explodes with stars around him for a few moments as pleasure takes hold of his body.
Tamamori flails his arms a little with the moan that falls from his lips and finds a tuft of Miyata's hair behind him as he does. He uses it to guide his hand to find a better hold and presses Miyata's head against his back and shoulder. "What...what are you doing to me...?" he demands softly.
"God, you're so damn sexy, Yuuta..." Miyata's voice sounds strained but not with pain but with pleasure. He kisses Tamamori's shoulder blade and moves his hips carefully.
It has the desired effect and Tamamori throws his head back in a moan. The movement loosens the bandana around his eyes and it slides off his head. He blinks as his eyes get used to the light again. They widen when he sees just what position they're in. Biting his lips he tries to tear his eyes away from his full-body mirror but he can't. A part of him wants to die of embarrassment but another part of him keeps his eyes glued to the reflection where he can see himself and his boyfriend, intimately joined and Miyata's expression as he moves his hips against his, kisses his skin, nibbles on his neck. He watches Miyata run hands over his body, making him shiver and squirm in the other's arms. It's weird to see himself like this...and yet he can feel his cock react to it, see it twitch slightly when he moans the other's name.
He's lying on his side, chest heaving and eyes closed once more, feeling the orgasm subside again. He doesn't utter a word while Miyata cleans them up with a warm, wet cloth. It's only when the other slides back into bed behind him and pulls him into his arms that Tamamori finally says something again. "...you're a kinky pervert..."
"You enjoyed it as much as I did..." Miyata grins against the back of Tamamori's neck.
"You're so gross..." Tamamori mutters and turns around to nestle his head in the crook of Miyata's neck. "Gross...and disgusting..." his voice grows quieter and quieter until it's merely a whisper or a breath even and soon enough, Miyata feels how Tamamori's breathing evens out as the other falls asleep.
He grins dorkily because he knows that the words 'gross' and 'disgusting' are not spoken with malice but with love.
Comments would be nice.