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Title<\/b>: Taking the Lead [Tamamori\/Miyata]
\nRating\/Warnings<\/b>: NC-17, minor breathplay and some stuff with ties.
\nSummary<\/b>: Tamamori is exhausted of being lead for Dream Boys, so getting Miyata to take charge is the best idea he’s ever had.
\nAN<\/b>: They ganged up on me on twitter and made me write this ;___; i tried to fight, because breathplay whaaaat, but then there were ties and tie yanking and I don’t even know. *hides*<\/p>\n
Taking the Lead<\/b><\/p>\n
Tamamori is really sick of being a lead of this show. <\/p>\n
It\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s great and all, that Kamenashi and the staff trust him with so much, that he\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s so popular and getting so much exposure and attention, that some days he feels like an honest-to-god idol on the inside instead of just trying to look it and faking his way through. But it\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s so much work<\/i>, so exhausting and nerve-wracking even though they\u00e2\u20ac\u2122ve run it through over and over at this point, and that\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s not even the worst problem. <\/p>\n
This stupid theater doesn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t have a single place to hide and make out that at least thirteen other juniors don\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t know about. And whenever Tamamori has to kick some kouhai half his height out of whatever spot, sending them scuttling off to a new corner with boyfriend in tow, after that the spot loses a good amount of its appeal. <\/p>\n
Kamenashi isn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t sympathetic. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153You know how many of your little bandmates I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122ve had to throw out of corners during KAT-TUN concerts?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d he laughs, eyes saying Tamamori is getting exactly what he deserves. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Nika-chan still holds the record for highest number of incidents at Tokyo Dome, although Taisuke has it for number of partners.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153EWW,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Tamamori announces, then stomps off to find his bandmates so he can inflict that mental image on them as well. <\/p>\n
Even afterwards, in his dressing room as he\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s lying around instead of getting himself ready to go, he still feels a bit cranky. He doesn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t bother trying to hide it in front of Miyata, who always sees right through him anyway, so it doesn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t take long before Miyata is looming over him, reaching for his forehead. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153You feeling all right?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d he asks, his palm far too warm to take anybody\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s temperature successfully. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153You don\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t look yourself.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Tired of this whole thing,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Tamamori sighs, glad to wallow now that somebody\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s finally noticing his discontent. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153I can\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t even get a minute to myself!\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Oh!\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Miyata\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s hand disappears, and Tamamori opens his eyes with a frown. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Sorry! I can go back to the other dressing room, leave you alone a bit–\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
Tamamori\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s fingers are wrapped tight around Miyata\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s wrist, halting his turn, before Tamamori recalls telling his hand to even do that. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153No, idiot. I mean, I want to be by myself with you<\/i>.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Yeah?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Miyata\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s grin makes Tamamori click his tongue in annoyance and drop his hand, but he doesn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t take the words back. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Guess it has been a while, huh.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d He leans down to brush a kiss across Tamamori\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s cheekbone. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Come home with me tomorrow night?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Why tomorrow?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Tamamori demands, sick of being patient, of being good. <\/p>\n
Miyata\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s smile is small and heated, the one that makes Tamamori\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s patience crumble every time. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Because tomorrow night I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122m the only one home.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d He thumbs at the ridge of Tamamori\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s ear, making Tamamori shiver and glare at him all the more. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153You want it to be worth the wait, right? So don\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t strain your voice tomorrow, Tama-chan. You\u00e2\u20ac\u2122ll need it.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Ugh, YOU,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Tamamori snarls, giving Miyata a shove, but all Miyata does is swoop in for one hot, brief kiss, before dancing out of reach and telling Tamamori to hurry up already, before they get locked in. <\/p>\n
Waiting for the next night makes the day seem four times longer than its already interminable schedule. Worse yet, they have a late photoshoot last thing, and the photographer keeps telling them to get closer, press more tightly together. Tamamori can feel Miyata warm all along his side, keeps catching whiffs of Miyata\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s shampoo, and his brain won\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t stop tormenting him with memories of Miyata\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s skin against his own, and the scent when Tamamori buries his nose in the curve of Miyata\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s shoulder, the salt of Miyata\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s skin when Tamamori licks at it. <\/p>\n
The harder he tries to stop thinking about it, the more he makes himself crazy, but Tamamori grits his teeth and puts on his idol smile, and wills this to please fucking please let this just be over already<\/i>. <\/p>\n
He\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s concentrating so hard on keeping himself under control that he isn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t paying any attention at all to what\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s going on with Miyata beside him. He nearly jumps out of his skin when the photographer calls the okay and Miyata\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s fingers lock around his wrist suddenly. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Dressing room,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Miyata hisses, voice low and rough, and oh<\/i>, Tamamori knows what that means. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Now<\/i>.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
His feet can\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t carry him fast enough down the hall, practically tripping over themselves trying to keep up with Miyata\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s pace, despite his longer stride. Tamamori isn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t sure which one of them slammed the door shut or grabbed the other first, but Tamamori ends up with his back pressed against the door, Miyata\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s hands already working under his shirt and his own hand fisted around Miyata\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s tie, yanking him close enough to finally kiss. <\/p>\n
It\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s messy and frantic, but the sharp edges of Miyata\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s teeth against his lips send thrills of anticipation down Tamamori\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s arms, making him clutch all the more desperately at Miyata. Miyata\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s hands are dragging up and down over Tamamori\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s back and sides, and when he slides them around to thumb at Tamamori\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s nipples, Tamamori arches hard enough to break the kiss, banging the back of his head against the door. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153So much for making it home,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Miyata laughs. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153So easy for it, Tama-chan.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d He drops to his knees, but then gives an undignified \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Urk!\u00e2\u20ac\u009d and Tamamori realizes when he looks down that he\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s still clenching Miyata\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s tie in his fist. <\/p>\n
Tamamori is about to apologize and let go, but something makes him narrow his eyes instead. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153You got a problem with how easy I am?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d he asks. He tugs just a tiny bit, and Miyata\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s eyes widen. <\/p>\n
He doesn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t pull away, though, doesn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t argue. A different sort of thrill teases at the edge of Tamamori\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s nerves. They\u00e2\u20ac\u2122ve never talked about playing that way before, and Tamamori has no idea what\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s gotten into him. He twists the tie one more time around his wrist, much more deliberately, tight enough it must be uncomfortable. <\/p>\n
Miyata still doesn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t pull away or protest. He only stares up at Tamamori with dark eyes, calm and full of trust; Tamamori\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s heart stutters as he realizes that Miyata would let Tamamori do anything to him, wouldn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t even complain. When Tamamori loosens his grip and lets the tie slide from his fingers, Miyata\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s cheeks are pink and his eyes bright, and Tamamori has to draw a shuddering breath, glad the door is at his back to support his shaky knees. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Would you really let me?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d he asks, not sure whether he wants Miyata to say yes or no. Miyata says neither, just leans in to rub his cheek against Tamamori\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s thigh, eyes falling nearly shut. He\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s close to where Tamamori wants him but not quite there, and Tamamori shifts his hips up into the contact.<\/p>\n
When Miyata finally does open his eyes enough to meet Tamamori\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s gaze, Tamamori sees the answer plain as day; if Tamamori wants it, Miyata won\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t tell him no. Tamamori thinks about the other way, about the strength of Miyata\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s hands. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Would you do it to me?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Tamamori asks, voice soft and unsure. Miyata\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s eyes go even darker immediately, and Tamamori drags him up off the floor with shaking hands, demands that Miyata take him home right now, dammit<\/i>.<\/p>\n
They make it to Miyata\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s house without any embarrassing train incidents, for once, and even get up to Miyata\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s room with nothing but a silent, knowing look from Miyata\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s brother. Tamamori flips the lock on Miyata\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s door and starts stripping off his shirt immediately; Miyata makes a beeline for his closet.<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153What are you–\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Tamamori starts, then cuts off abruptly when Miyata brandishes two ties proudly. Heat spreads over Tamamori\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s skin, and he\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s not positive he isn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t wearing the same stupid grin as Miyata. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Do it to me first,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Tamamori bosses as he finishes kicking off his pants and crawls onto Miyata\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s bed. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122m not doing anything serious before I read up on it,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Miyata warns, coming over and sitting on the edge of the bed. He reaches up with his free hand to curl it around Tamamori\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s neck, thumb stroking at the hollow of Tamamori\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s throat. Tamamori\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s eyes flutter just from that. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122d never risk your voice like that without being sure I knew what I was doing.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
Tamamori whines a bit for show, but really he\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s grateful Miyata is man enough to be responsible for the both of them. Goodness knows Tamamori doesn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t have that sort of restraint. <\/p>\n
He watches curiously as Miyata knots the end of one of the ties together, making a big loop. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153What\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s with that?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Hold out your hands,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Miyata orders, and Tamamori obeys. Miyata loops one end around Tamamori\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s right wrist, twists it a few times in the middle, and then drops the other loop around his other wrist. Tamamori frowns, because if this is Miyata\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s idea of bondage, he really does need to do some research. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153It\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s not very…\u00e2\u20ac\u009d he starts, moving his wrists to demonstrate, but Miyata just smiles patiently and pushes Tamamori back until he\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s propped up against Miyata\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s pillows. Then Miyata takes ahold of both of Tamamori\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s forearms and pushes them up over Tamamori\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s head until he can hook the middle of the tie loop around his bedpost. <\/p>\n
When Tamamori tries to pull his arms down, the bedpost is far enough around and back that it makes the tie tight enough to hold Tamamori\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s wrists where they are, but has enough give that his hands won\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t fall asleep right away, unless he pulls really hard for a while. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Ohhh,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Tamamori says in understanding, giving a test yank. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153That\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s pretty…hey, where are you going?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
Miyata just laughs as he stands up, looking Tamamori over from head to toe deliberately. They\u00e2\u20ac\u2122ve been sleeping together long enough that Tamamori is used to Miyata staring usually, but now with his hands bound, totally exposed while Miyata is still fully clothed, it makes him squirm like he used to their first handful of times, a blush creeping down his chest. <\/p>\n
It doesn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t slip past Miyata\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s notice. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153I haven\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t seen you do that in ages,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d he says, voice low, almost a purr. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153It\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s so cute when you blush for me, Tama-chan.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d He tugs off his T-shirt, slow, making it an obvious show, and Tamamori can\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t help but track every movement, fingers flexing with the desire to run over the skin Miyata is baring one bit at a time. Miyata puts a hand to the button of his jeans but then pauses there, looking some more. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153I wonder if I can make you blush the whole way down without even touching you.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Miyacchiiii,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Tamamori whines, not really sure whether he\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s trying to get Miyata to quit it or keep doing it. Miyata\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s voice is one of the things he loves best about him, strong and dependable just like Miyata himself is, smooth and warm and dammit he\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s not even making it a challenge for Miyata to make his blush spread. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153I picked up two ties for a reason, you know,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Miyata says, casual, like he\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s discussing the weather. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Should I tell you what I have planned for the other one? Or should I just show you?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Please, hurry up, please,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Tamamori answers, maybe a bit desperate already as he rolls back and forth a little, wriggling in his bonds. Miyata is just so far away, and even if he can\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t touch him properly with his hands, he wants Miyata\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s heat near his skin, wants him to kick those jeans off and get on with it already. <\/p>\n
Miyata pushes his jeans down over his hips slow enough to make Tamamori grind his teeth, slow enough that Tamamori can\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t help but remember what it feels like to run his own hands over the warm skin of Miyata\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s thighs, how strong the muscles feel underneath his skin from the endless hours of practice he puts in. <\/p>\n
He sits back down on the bed and picks up the other tie, brushing the end of it against his own chin for a few seconds as he considers Tamamori all spread out in front of him.<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Close your eyes,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Miyata says, and when Tamamori opens his mouth to balk, adds, \u00e2\u20ac\u0153unless you want me to get a third tie for that.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
Tamamori shuts his mouth with a snap and, after another look at Miyata, closes his eyes as instructed. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Good,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Miyata praises, leaning forward to murmur close to his ear. Tamamori bites his lip when Miyata skims the end of the tie over the outside of his arm, the silky material leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Does that feel good, Tama-chan?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
Tamamori sighs a little but doesn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t answer out loud, tries to muffle the embarrassing noises that want to spill out of his mouth as Miyata goes on teasing at his skin with the tie. With his eyes closed, Tamamori has no idea where Miyata will touch next, making everything seem more intense. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Answer me, Tama-chan,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Miyata says, voice hardening a little. Tamamori shakes his head, biting down on his lower lip, feeling shy and not trusting mouth to keep from letting any number of embarrassing things tumble out. <\/p>\n
His eyes snap open when there\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s a sudden crack<\/i> as if Miyata snapped him with a towel, and a little burst of heat and pain stings the center of his chest. Miyata is holding the tie, doubled over, up in his hand, poised to repeat the action. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153You\u00e2\u20ac\u2122re gonna do what I say, right, Tama-chan?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Miyata says, not really asking at all. He raises an eyebrow. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Unless it\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s that you actually want me to punish you.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d He glances down at where Tamamori\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s cock is already rising, twitching under Miyata\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s gaze. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Yuu-chan doesn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t seem opposed.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Don\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t call it by my first name,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Tamamori complains, squirming even more, but it only serves to make Miyata more delighted. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Shush, unless you\u00e2\u20ac\u2122re going to answer my question.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Miyata drags a slow line down Tamamori\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s chest with the edges of the tie. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Does that feel good?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d He pauses when he gets no response, until Tamamori mumbles a \u00e2\u20ac\u0153yes.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Good. So how about this?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d <\/p>\n
Miyata drags the tie down even further, until he wraps the tie and his hand around Tamamori\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s cock, the slick material of the tie covering Tamamori\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s flushed skin. Tamamori arches into the touch helplessly as Miyata strokes him. His wrists are starting to burn a little, despite the slickness of the tie binding them, because he keeps pulling down so hard. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Easy,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Miyata scolds, pushing Tamamori back down so that his wrists aren\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t pulling so much. Tamamori\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s fingertips tingle, not quite asleep. Miyata warns, \u00e2\u20ac\u0153If you give yourself marks, we can\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t do this. You\u00e2\u20ac\u2122ll be good, right?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
Tamamori nods. Miyata raises an eyebrow. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Yes,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Tamamori says out loud, and Miyata thumbs the tip of his cock in approval. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Spread your legs for me,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Miyata orders, setting aside the tie as he turns to dig the lube out of the bedside table. Tamamori wants to argue about the loss of the tie, but figures that Miyata doesn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t want to try and explain lube stains on his tie to his mother, and so bites his tongue. <\/p>\n
His legs spread even wider on their own as soon as Miyata\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s warm hands start rubbing soothing circles on the insides of his thighs, and he lets his eyes flutter shut as Miyata keeps up a constant monologue about how good Tamamori is, how good he feels inside, how Miyata is going to get so deep inside of him. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Please,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Tamamori finds himself begging after not long at all, rocking up against Miyata\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s fingers, trying to get them deeper inside, trying to get more. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Tell me what you want,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Miyata says, and when Tamamori forces his eyes open, Miyata is looking down at him with dark, glittering eyes, like he\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s the only thing in the whole world. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Want you,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Tamamori manages around the way Miyata steals his breath, \u00e2\u20ac\u0153I want you inside of me, I want–\u00e2\u20ac\u009d his words cut off in a low whine as Miyata gets up onto his knees and gives him exactly what he wants, pushing inside and Tamamori feeling every inch of the stretch despite Miyata\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s fingers. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Hey, you didn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t–\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153I want to feel just you,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Miyata says, getting a good grip on Tamamori\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s hips to hitch him up a little. Tamamori opens his mouth to protest, because without a condom there\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s the mess and Tamamori hates that, but he takes a look up at Miyata\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s expression and shuts his mouth. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Good boy,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Miyata praises, noticing everything as it crosses Tamamori\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s face like always. He slides his hands up over Tamamori\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s waist, up his sides, nudging his way deeper inside until he bumps the backs of Tamamori\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s thighs, and Tamamori lets out a shaky breath. Miyata starts to rock just a little, just enough to make Tamamori want way more. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Mm, you feel so good inside. And you can\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t rush me this way, either.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Toshiyaaa,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Tamamori groans, letting his head fall back against the pillows, letting Miyata move him however he likes, not that he has a lot of choice. But he trusts Miyata to make him feel good, so it\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s actually freeing to give up all of the control over the whole thing, to just lie back and let Miyata make him shiver and cry out. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Say my name again,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Miyata says, leaning down close enough that Tamamori can feel the heat of his skin against his chest. Miyata\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s breath is warm over his cheek as he brushes soft kisses over it, then over his ear. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Toshiya,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Tamamori complies, moaning when he gets rewarded by Miyata swirling the tip of his tongue around Tamamori\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s cartilage piercing. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Toshiya, more, oh<\/i>…\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
Miyata is still dragging hands over Tamamori\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s chest, sides, shoulders, everywhere he can reach, and Tamamori feels like his skin is on fire, like he\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s melting. Then Miyata drags his hands up a little higher, just past Tamamori\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s collarbones, and a wave of want sweeps over Tamamori powerful enough to make him squeeze tightly around Miyata. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Here?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Miyata asks, sliding his hand up like before, wrapped around the side of Tamamori\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s neck, thumb pressed against the hollow of Tamamori\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s throat. He pushes down the tiniest bit with his thumb. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153That\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s what you want?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
Tamamori doesn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t trust himself to speak, so he just nods, staring up at Miyata and hoping it shows in his eyes that he trusts Miyata this much and so much more, that Miyata\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s hands never make him feel anything but safe and loved. <\/p>\n
Miyata takes a deep, shuddering breath, and puts his other hand on the other side of Tamamori\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s neck. They\u00e2\u20ac\u2122re so strong, so hot, and when Miyata tightens his grip just enough that Tamamori has to work to push his next breath out, he shivers the whole way down, eyes falling shut. <\/p>\n
Like he promised, Miyata won\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t go much harder than that, but for now, it\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s enough; Tamamori surrenders himself totally to how he can feel Miyata\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s heartbeat inside when he squeezes around his cock, his own pulse fluttering against Miyata\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s fingers around his throat. Everything is a blur of pleasure and lightheadedness, and he doesn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t even realize how close he is to coming until Miyata peels one hand away from his throat to fist his cock. His orgasm takes him entirely by surprise, gasping Miyata\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s name or at least a few syllables of it as he streaks their stomachs with his release. <\/p>\n
Distantly as he comes down, he feels Miyata let go with a groan and then land heavily on Tamamori\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s chest, face buried in the curve of Tamamori\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s neck and shivering all over. Tamamori feels like he couldn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t move if both their mothers walked into the room with phones in hand and said that this was going to be in their New Year\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s cards for sure. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153I really want you to stroke my hair,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Miyata says plaintively after a minute, and Tamamori petulantly points out that it\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s his own fault Tamamori can\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t. <\/p>\n
Miyata leans up exactly long enough to tug Tamamori\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s arms up over the bedpost and rubs at his wrists for a second to make sure they really aren\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t marked up, then snuggles back into his previous spot, letting Tamamori\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s still-bound hands settle behind his head. He could slip his hands free from the tie easily, but all Tamamori does is run fingers through Miyata\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s hair as requested, the gentle motion helping ease the tingles out of his stiff shoulders and elbows. His thighs are going to be killing him later for staying in this position so long, Miyata still inside him, but for now he doesn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t want to move. <\/p>\n
Eventually Miyata\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s arms curl around Tamamori tightly, working between his back and the mattress. It\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s too tight to be casual, and Tamamori tugs at Miyata\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s hair a little. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153What\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s up?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d he asks. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Is it really okay that I like doing that kind of stuff to you?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Miyata\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s small, uncertain voice is strange after all the orders he\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s been handing out tonight, but Tamamori feels a little thrill, and maybe a touch of relief, that Miyata just admitted that he liked it too. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153I shouldn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t want to hurt you…\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Shut up, you never could,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Tamamori dismisses his worries, pressing down between his shoulder blades in the only kind of hug he can manage without moving or freeing his hands. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153You never make me feel anything except good. When I do it to you, you\u00e2\u20ac\u2122ll see.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Yuta,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Miyata whispers, voice thick, squeezing him even tighter. Tamamori lets him cling a minute longer before shoving at his shoulder. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Move already, get the gross part over with,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d he says, their roles back to usual as Tamamori bosses and Miyata obeys. <\/p>\n
He lazes about as Miyata cleans them up as best he can and gets them tucked under the blankets, checking Tamamori for marks and pulling them face to face so that he can rub soothing circles down the backs of Tamamori\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s thighs. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Mmm,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Tamamori praises, arm slung carelessly over Miyata\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s waist and leaning in as close as he can, more in love with Miyata\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s warm, strong hands than any other part of him. <\/p>\n
Except the obvious, Miyata teases when Tamamori maybe mumbles some of that out loud. Not that Tamamori loving his dick is breaking news for anybody, Miyata adds. <\/p>\n
Tamamori bites down on Miyata\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s shoulder without warning, making him hiss, then grins when Miyata\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s cock twitches against his stomach. He\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s got the feeling that being the lead when it\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s just the two of them is going to turn out very rewarding.<\/p>\n