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Title<\/b>: Why Miyata Loves Birthdays [Miyata\/Tamamori]
\nRating\/Warnings<\/b>: NC-17 for Tama’s other present.
\nSummary<\/b>: Tamamori thinks that nobody has ever explained birthdays to Miyata properly.
\nAN<\/b>: Otanjoubi omedetou, Tama-chan! I hope this year is just as exciting as the last few weeks have been for you! Good luck with drama and filmings and movies and everything else, even if Miyacchi bodytouches you and you think it’s gross \ud83d\ude09<\/p>\n
Why Miyata Loves Birthdays<\/b><\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153On your birthday, you go out drinking,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Tamamori says, frowning. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153And on MY birthday, you go out drinking! Seeing anything wrong with this picture?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Said you could have some,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Miyata slurs. He pokes Tamamori in the cheek. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Just cause you\u00e2\u20ac\u2122re a prude.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Just cause I don\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t want to get fired, you moron. Besides, you fucked me in the bathroom a half hour ago,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Tamamori retorts, eyes narrowing. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153A lot of things I might be, but a prude isn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t one of them.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Yeah, I did.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Miyata smiles hazily, gaze unfocused. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Birthdays are GREAT.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153At least you can\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t drunk dial me,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Tamamori sighs, climbing out of the booth. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Come on, get up.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153What, why?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Miyata whines as Tamamori gets a good grip on his upper arm and yanks him up to his feet. Miyata wavers a little before he steadies, although his grip on Tamamori doesn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t loosen. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Because I have filming tomorrow and I have to go to bed,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Tamamori says. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153So if you want to come with me, now\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s the time.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
Tamamori tries to tell Kitayama or Fujigaya that they\u00e2\u20ac\u2122re leaving, but the only people from their original group he can find are Yokoo and Tsuka, who smile a lot and tell him to check the bathroom. Miyata opens his mouth, looking interested, but Tamamori slaps a hand over it and says they\u00e2\u20ac\u2122ll pass. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153You\u00e2\u20ac\u2122re quiet tonight,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Tamamori comments when they are almost home. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Usually by my stop you\u00e2\u20ac\u2122ve told me you love me about twenty times and named your most recent top five list of my body parts.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Number one never changes,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Miyata agrees happily, cheek pillowed against Tamamori\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s shoulder. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153So?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Tamamori bumps Miyata\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s face with his shoulder. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153What\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s the deal?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153S\u00e2\u20ac\u2122your birthday,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Miyata answers. Tamamori waits a second, but apparently Miyata feels that\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s all the explanation needed. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153So on my birthday you\u00e2\u20ac\u2122re going to get drunk and then not tell me you love me?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Tamamori rolls his eyes in exasperation. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Miyacchi, I don\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t think anybody\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s explained birthdays to you correctly.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153I know what birthdays are for,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Miyata says in tones of deep scorn. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153You don\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t like it in public. So m\u00e2\u20ac\u2122not.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Well\u00e2\u20ac\u00a6\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Tamamori blinks, not sure what to say. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153I mean, you could if you wanted. A little.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Ahhhh~!\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Miyata lifts his head up to tease, poking Tamamori\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s cheek again. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Hey, isn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t this our stop?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Fuck!\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Tamamori exclaims, yanking Miyata out of his seat and dashing for the door, ignoring the disapproving glares of the pair of little old ladies across the aisle. <\/p>\n
At Tamamori\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s house, Tamamori-san comes out of the kitchen while they\u00e2\u20ac\u2122re kicking off their shoes to ask how the birthday dinner was. Miyata tries not to look terribly drunk, but blushes when Tamamori and his mother both glance him over and then share a knowing look. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Oi,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Miyata protests weakly. He elbows Tamamori. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Show her your present at least.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
For a second Tamamori\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s cheeks heat up, but then he remembers the other present and reaches under his collar to tug the chain out. The little black bead on it resettles back against the hollow of Tamamori\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s throat. <\/p>\n
It\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s Miyata\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s third favorite body part, not that Tamamori\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s mother needs to know that. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Well,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Tamamori-san says with a smile, \u00e2\u20ac\u0153I guess you pass then,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d and Tamamori snickers when Miyata lets out a not-terribly subtle sigh of relief. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153I don\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t know what you\u00e2\u20ac\u2122re laughing about,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Miyata grumbles once they\u00e2\u20ac\u2122ve made it the whole way to Tamamori\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s room. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153You thought she meant the other present.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
Tamamori flushes darker, but he laughs too as he tugs Miyata close enough to kiss his cheek. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153She said you pass, so I guess I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122ll keep you.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Good to know.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Miyata noses Tamamori\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s necklace out of the way to kiss the hollow of his throat, making Tamamori\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s breath hitch. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Come on, bed.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Tell me you love me,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Tamamori demands, not moving when Miyata tugs on him. <\/p>\n
Miyata laughs and nips at Tamamori\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s skin. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153I love you, yo. Bed now?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Yeah, bed.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Tamamori sneaks a quick kiss. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153But we aren\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t breaking out the other present until you\u00e2\u20ac\u2122re good and sober.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Aw, Tama-chan\u00e2\u20ac\u00a6\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Miyata starts, but Tamamori yanks Miyata\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s shirt over his head to shut him up. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153No way. You can\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t untie knots when you\u00e2\u20ac\u2122re drunk,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Tamamori reminds, flicking Miyata\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s forehead. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153And needing my mother to come in and untie me from my headboard is not a birthday present I want this year.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
They crawl into bed, Miyata warm and clingy from the alcohol, investigating all his favorite spots with clumsy fingers. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153You\u00e2\u20ac\u2122re useless, you know?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Tamamori says sadly, but he\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s smiling as he pushes Miyata\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s hand out of the way and wraps his own hand around both of their cocks to stroke slowly.<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153But you love me, right?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Miyata\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s eyes flutter shut and he pushes into Tamamori\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s touch. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Ne, ne, right?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Yeah, I do.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Tamamori kisses Miyata, and doesn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t stop kissing him as he rolls them over so that Miyata is sprawled out on his back, Tamamori settling in a straddle over his waist. He breaks the kiss to ask, \u00e2\u20ac\u0153You aren\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t gonna pass out in the middle, right?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Are you gonna last long enough that there\u00e2\u20ac\u2122ll be a part we can call the middle?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Miyata wants to know.<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Nope,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Tamamori answers, and he gives Miyata a sweet smile before kissing the grin off his face. <\/p>\n
Tamamori has to do all the work, but he doesn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t mind really. They keep talking about Miyata watching Tamamori get himself ready, but he can\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t ever manage to keep his hands to himself. Tonight, though, Miyata watches the whole thing with wide eyes. Tamamori would rather have Miyata\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s fingers instead of his, the angle to awkward on his own despite his long fingers, but the way Miyata watches him is almost as hot, almost as good. <\/p>\n
The way Miyata begs him to hurry up is definitely good; the way his fingers find Tamamori\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s hips and dig into his skin is even better. <\/p>\n
They get in each other\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s way as they fumble a condom onto Miyata and get everything slick and aligned, and it\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s all worth it when Tamamori can watch Miyata\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s face as he sinks down onto his cock. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153I could watch you do that over and over,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Miyata says, voice breathless and awed. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Good.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Tamamori grins down at him and plants his knees. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Cause you\u00e2\u20ac\u2122re about to.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
Miyata keeps up with Tamamori as best he can, pushing up against him as Tamamori rocks down and releasing his grip on Tamamori\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s hip to have Tamamori thrusting into his hand. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Getting close?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Tamamori asks, struggling to keep his eyes open against the burn of pleasure radiating up his spine. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Yeah,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Miyata manages, thrusts getting sharper and more desperate. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Come for me?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
Tamamori never can refuse a direct request like that. He throws his head back and lets go, biting down on his lower lip to keep from alerting everybody in the house how much he loves Miyata. <\/p>\n
Miyata\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s a little too drunk to remember that part. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Oh my god, I want to die,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Tamamori moans into his pillow after his mother has been reassured through the door that everything\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s fine and no one needs CPR or untying. <\/p>\n
Miyata, who thinks the whole thing is hilarious, doesn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t even stop snickering when Tamamori picks up his head to glare at him. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Aww, Tama-chan, she already knew,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Miyata soothes in between giggles. He kisses Tamamori\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s shoulder, cuddling up even closer. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Congratulations on your birthday.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Hmph.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Tamamori lets his head flop back down onto his pillow, but with his face turned towards Miyata. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153I hope I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122m just as annoying drunk as you are.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Just as cute you mean,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Miyata corrects with a silly grin. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Idiot,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Tamamori says without any heat, and leans over to kiss the stupid grin right off Miyata\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s face.<\/p>\n