Gift Fic dancerdreams2
To: dancerdreams2
From: santa_johnny
Title: Do you wanna play?
Pairing/Group: Tamamori/Miyata/Kitayama (Kis-My-Ft2)
Rating: NC-17
Notes: It’s only a small one-shot, but I hope you’ll like it.
Summary: The evenings when the three of them share a hotel room are always fun. Especially if they have a huge bathtub.
Kitayama is lying on his back, with a dreamy smile on his face as he’s enjoying the calmness and peacefulness of the setting sun and the huge, comfortable bed. He has nothing else to do this evening, and it’s so rare that somehow he knows it doesn’t take too long.
"Hiro~" He hears somebody calling his name.
He opens his eyes. Tamamori is standing in the door of the bathroom, waiting for him to answer.
"What do you want?" Kitayama asks sleepily.
"Don’t you want to come?"
It’s hard to resist to the invitation, especially when Miyata turns up behind Tamamori and hugs his waist, chin resting on his shoulder.
"Ki-ta-mi-tsu~ Come to play~" Tamamori sings and Kitayama has to laugh. He stands up slowly, yawning, and walks to the bathroom. He meets Tamamori’s eyes, shiny with promises, so tempting that Kitayama doesn’t really mind to give up on his sleep. Miyata grins at him and he can’t help but smiles back.
"Play?" Kitayama asks, raising an eyebrow. Miyata and Tamamori were always so obvious, but Kitayama liked to be the one to get seduced and convinced. It was sometimes hard to get him move, but it definitely worth it. Tamamori grabs him by his arm and pulls him closer.
"Yep, play,” he murmurs into his hair, making Kitayama shiver. Two sets of hands start to undress him and Kitayama lets them, closes his eyes, enjoying the feather-light touches on his skin. He lifts his face, searching for Tamamori’s lips but he gets another kiss instead, familiar as Tamamori’s, but slightly harder, a little bit rough, and Kitayama moans and bites Miyata’s lower lip. The kiss ends too soon, but before he could be too disappointed he’s naked already, and seconds later they are sitting in the huge bathtub. Kitayama ends up sitting behind Tamamori, while Miyata is kneeling in front of the youngest. Kitayama’s and Miyata’s eyes meet and they understand each other perfectly.
"You wanted to play so much… Now you get it," Kitayama whispers to Tamamori, scratching his neck with his teeth, searching for those sensitive spots which always make Tamamori moan and beg for more. Miyata leans in for a kiss, licking Tamamori’s lips gently, and Tamamori lets out a groan when Kitayama bites him under his ear, finding one of his spots, sucking a light mark. The kiss is still lazy and sloppy, but soon it’s not enough, not with the way Kitayama’s fingers start to draw circles on his sides, on his chest, lightly touching his nipples, down on his abdomen, but stopping before they reach his cock. He breaks the kiss, looking at Miyata with pleading eyes.
"Miyacchi, do something," Tamamori says, but it’s rather an order than begging, and Miyata smiles.
"Ask Kitamitsu, he is the boss now."
"Boss, my ass…" Tamamori mumbles.
"You are so impudent for somebody who wants it happen fast," says Kitayama, amusement clear in his voice, "Be polite and ask for it."
"Touch me Mitsu… please," Tamamori turns his head back to look Kitayama in the face. He tries to look like the innocent kouhai he clearly isn’t, but Kitayama knows better.
"I was touching you before, but that was not enough for you, was it? So tell me what do you want exactly.” Kitayama grins, because dirty talk was never easy to Tamamori.
"Please touch… my cock," Tamamori whines, and tries to get his hand into Kitayama’s hair to grab it and pulls him closer for a kiss. The angle is uncomfortable and slightly painful but Tamamori doesn’t mind as long as he gets to taste Kitayama’s lips and tongue. Miyata pulls back a little bit and watches with open interest. The kiss breaks eventually when Kitayama’s fingers find Tamamori’s cock, and he strokes slowly, teasingly.
"That’s all you want? Don’t you want me to get inside you, finding your sweet spot, first with my fingers then with my cock, and fuck you rough, the way you love it the most?" Kitayama’s voice is dangerously low, words embarrassing for Tamamori, but he nods. His blush is adorable, thinks Kitayama. "Say it. Say how you want it."
"I want you… to fuck me. I want it so much. I want it now."
"And what about Miyacchi? What does he get?"
Tamamori is so lost in the sensations, he almost forgot about Miyata. He blushes even more, but turns his glance to Miyata who’s still waiting patiently.
"I want him too. I want him after you."
Miyata gives him a loving smile, which has Kitayama yanking Tamamori’s hair to pull him back for a possessive kiss.
"Now you pay attention only me, understand?"
"Jealous, Mitsu?" Miyata teases, but he’s already searching for the waterproof lube to hand it to Kitayama.
"What if I am? You two never look at me the way you look at each other." But while he’s talking his hands grab Tamamori by the waist, pulling him up.
"Move," he orders. "Up to your knees."
"Yep, but I like Kitamitsu too," Tamamori smiles, obediently setting on his knees, elbows on the edge of the tub. Kitayama rolls his eyes, but tries to hide a smile. Soon he’s three fingers deep in Tamamori who moans and pushes back eagerly to the too-slowly-moving fingers. Kitayama intends to tease Tamamori more, but Miyata is there too, and he was waiting more than enough for his turn, and Kitayama doesn’t want to make him wait even more. So he starts pushing inside, no rush though, doesn’t matter how much Tamamori’s begging and cursing under his breath. Kitayama holds him with steady hands on his waist, and when he finally moves, Tamamori lets out a soft sigh. The sighs turn into moans soon enough, because Kitayama doesn’t hold back anymore. His thrusts are deep and hard, not particularly fast, and nearly not enough to get Tamamori off. Tamamori wants to beg, to ask somebody to touch him, but then Kitayama shudders and comes with a low moan, spilling himself into Tamamori. He pulls out as soon as he catches his breath, falling to the side, and Miyata is already there, asking Tamamori if he’s alright, if he can go on.
"Just make me come, okay Miyacchi?" That’s all Tamamori can say, and then Miyata is inside him with a sharp, long thrust, stilling when he is all the way in. He is clearly done with waiting, he can’t be patient anymore, but he still doesn’t want to hurt Tamamori, so he doesn’t start to move yet.
"C’mon, move already, what are you waiting for?" Tamamori pushes back, and that’s all Miyata needs, starting to thrust, setting a fast, hurried pace. His hand finds Tamamori’s neglected cock, stroking it, and Tamamori comes with a long wail, and Miyata comes too, falling forward and biting Tamamori’s shoulder.
The water is already cold when they finally move, and Kitayama is nearly asleep.
"We should get him out of the tub before he drowns," Miyata says, and Tamamori sighs like it would be such a hard task, but in the end they pulls Kitayama up to his feet and out of the tub, drying him with his towel.
Later, when all three of them lie on the bed, Tamamori in the middle enjoying to be cuddled from both side, he smiles, because after all it was just a normal, usual evening for the three of them.
From: santa_johnny
Title: Do you wanna play?
Pairing/Group: Tamamori/Miyata/Kitayama (Kis-My-Ft2)
Rating: NC-17
Notes: It’s only a small one-shot, but I hope you’ll like it.
Summary: The evenings when the three of them share a hotel room are always fun. Especially if they have a huge bathtub.
Kitayama is lying on his back, with a dreamy smile on his face as he’s enjoying the calmness and peacefulness of the setting sun and the huge, comfortable bed. He has nothing else to do this evening, and it’s so rare that somehow he knows it doesn’t take too long.
"Hiro~" He hears somebody calling his name.
He opens his eyes. Tamamori is standing in the door of the bathroom, waiting for him to answer.
"What do you want?" Kitayama asks sleepily.
"Don’t you want to come?"
It’s hard to resist to the invitation, especially when Miyata turns up behind Tamamori and hugs his waist, chin resting on his shoulder.
"Ki-ta-mi-tsu~ Come to play~" Tamamori sings and Kitayama has to laugh. He stands up slowly, yawning, and walks to the bathroom. He meets Tamamori’s eyes, shiny with promises, so tempting that Kitayama doesn’t really mind to give up on his sleep. Miyata grins at him and he can’t help but smiles back.
"Play?" Kitayama asks, raising an eyebrow. Miyata and Tamamori were always so obvious, but Kitayama liked to be the one to get seduced and convinced. It was sometimes hard to get him move, but it definitely worth it. Tamamori grabs him by his arm and pulls him closer.
"Yep, play,” he murmurs into his hair, making Kitayama shiver. Two sets of hands start to undress him and Kitayama lets them, closes his eyes, enjoying the feather-light touches on his skin. He lifts his face, searching for Tamamori’s lips but he gets another kiss instead, familiar as Tamamori’s, but slightly harder, a little bit rough, and Kitayama moans and bites Miyata’s lower lip. The kiss ends too soon, but before he could be too disappointed he’s naked already, and seconds later they are sitting in the huge bathtub. Kitayama ends up sitting behind Tamamori, while Miyata is kneeling in front of the youngest. Kitayama’s and Miyata’s eyes meet and they understand each other perfectly.
"You wanted to play so much… Now you get it," Kitayama whispers to Tamamori, scratching his neck with his teeth, searching for those sensitive spots which always make Tamamori moan and beg for more. Miyata leans in for a kiss, licking Tamamori’s lips gently, and Tamamori lets out a groan when Kitayama bites him under his ear, finding one of his spots, sucking a light mark. The kiss is still lazy and sloppy, but soon it’s not enough, not with the way Kitayama’s fingers start to draw circles on his sides, on his chest, lightly touching his nipples, down on his abdomen, but stopping before they reach his cock. He breaks the kiss, looking at Miyata with pleading eyes.
"Miyacchi, do something," Tamamori says, but it’s rather an order than begging, and Miyata smiles.
"Ask Kitamitsu, he is the boss now."
"Boss, my ass…" Tamamori mumbles.
"You are so impudent for somebody who wants it happen fast," says Kitayama, amusement clear in his voice, "Be polite and ask for it."
"Touch me Mitsu… please," Tamamori turns his head back to look Kitayama in the face. He tries to look like the innocent kouhai he clearly isn’t, but Kitayama knows better.
"I was touching you before, but that was not enough for you, was it? So tell me what do you want exactly.” Kitayama grins, because dirty talk was never easy to Tamamori.
"Please touch… my cock," Tamamori whines, and tries to get his hand into Kitayama’s hair to grab it and pulls him closer for a kiss. The angle is uncomfortable and slightly painful but Tamamori doesn’t mind as long as he gets to taste Kitayama’s lips and tongue. Miyata pulls back a little bit and watches with open interest. The kiss breaks eventually when Kitayama’s fingers find Tamamori’s cock, and he strokes slowly, teasingly.
"That’s all you want? Don’t you want me to get inside you, finding your sweet spot, first with my fingers then with my cock, and fuck you rough, the way you love it the most?" Kitayama’s voice is dangerously low, words embarrassing for Tamamori, but he nods. His blush is adorable, thinks Kitayama. "Say it. Say how you want it."
"I want you… to fuck me. I want it so much. I want it now."
"And what about Miyacchi? What does he get?"
Tamamori is so lost in the sensations, he almost forgot about Miyata. He blushes even more, but turns his glance to Miyata who’s still waiting patiently.
"I want him too. I want him after you."
Miyata gives him a loving smile, which has Kitayama yanking Tamamori’s hair to pull him back for a possessive kiss.
"Now you pay attention only me, understand?"
"Jealous, Mitsu?" Miyata teases, but he’s already searching for the waterproof lube to hand it to Kitayama.
"What if I am? You two never look at me the way you look at each other." But while he’s talking his hands grab Tamamori by the waist, pulling him up.
"Move," he orders. "Up to your knees."
"Yep, but I like Kitamitsu too," Tamamori smiles, obediently setting on his knees, elbows on the edge of the tub. Kitayama rolls his eyes, but tries to hide a smile. Soon he’s three fingers deep in Tamamori who moans and pushes back eagerly to the too-slowly-moving fingers. Kitayama intends to tease Tamamori more, but Miyata is there too, and he was waiting more than enough for his turn, and Kitayama doesn’t want to make him wait even more. So he starts pushing inside, no rush though, doesn’t matter how much Tamamori’s begging and cursing under his breath. Kitayama holds him with steady hands on his waist, and when he finally moves, Tamamori lets out a soft sigh. The sighs turn into moans soon enough, because Kitayama doesn’t hold back anymore. His thrusts are deep and hard, not particularly fast, and nearly not enough to get Tamamori off. Tamamori wants to beg, to ask somebody to touch him, but then Kitayama shudders and comes with a low moan, spilling himself into Tamamori. He pulls out as soon as he catches his breath, falling to the side, and Miyata is already there, asking Tamamori if he’s alright, if he can go on.
"Just make me come, okay Miyacchi?" That’s all Tamamori can say, and then Miyata is inside him with a sharp, long thrust, stilling when he is all the way in. He is clearly done with waiting, he can’t be patient anymore, but he still doesn’t want to hurt Tamamori, so he doesn’t start to move yet.
"C’mon, move already, what are you waiting for?" Tamamori pushes back, and that’s all Miyata needs, starting to thrust, setting a fast, hurried pace. His hand finds Tamamori’s neglected cock, stroking it, and Tamamori comes with a long wail, and Miyata comes too, falling forward and biting Tamamori’s shoulder.
The water is already cold when they finally move, and Kitayama is nearly asleep.
"We should get him out of the tub before he drowns," Miyata says, and Tamamori sighs like it would be such a hard task, but in the end they pulls Kitayama up to his feet and out of the tub, drying him with his towel.
Later, when all three of them lie on the bed, Tamamori in the middle enjoying to be cuddled from both side, he smiles, because after all it was just a normal, usual evening for the three of them.