Replay // Kis-My-Ft2
Replay
Miyata/Senga
NC-17, 1674 words, pwp
For mousapelli at her request of: "M/S? or else M/Ki? Either way it'd be nice to see someone reward/spoil M since he's usually doing all the work"
via the "late summer quick and dirty pwp exchange": MOUSI | NOEMI | QUEENIE | ROSIE | SANCHAN
Senga is lying on top of Miyata in bed, erection digging into Miyata's thigh, hands making their way under Miyata's shirt, before Miyata even registers what's going on. "Whoa, wait," he protests after his mind catches up, grabbing hold of Senga's wrists to hold him still. "What?"
Senga rolls his eyes at him, but sits up, shoving locks of messy, un-curling hair out of his eyes. "What what? It's not like we've never done this before."
"Well, that's true," Miyata admits. He looks around significantly at the anime bedsheets and the youthful artwork and dance ribbons pinned to the walls. They're in Senga's room in Nagoya where they're staying overnight after a filming for the Nagoya regular, and even if Senga's brother is away at school and his father is away on a business trip, Miyata's feels a bit weird about doing stuff in senga's Childhood bedroom. "But here...?"
Senga casts a cursory glance over their surroundings. "Is it the Evangelion bedsheets?" he wonders, "You don't like Rei?"
"I always did prefer Asuka," Miyata admits without really thinking about what he's saying, and then gives his head a shake when he realizes what he's saying. "What I meant was, isn't it weird to do this in your childhood bedroom?"
"I thought it would be a good early birthday present," Senga says, pouting at him. "And anyway, it wouldn't be any different if we did stuff in my room in Tokyo since I grew up there too. But if you don't want to..."
Miyata just looks at Senga for a moment, before pulling his shirt over his head. "When have I ever not wanted to?" he says, poking a finger at Senga's face to wipe the exaggerated hang-dog expression off it.
Without missing a beat, Senga turns and wraps his lips around Miyata's finger. He draws the finger into his mouth and sucks, lips swirling around the fingertip, and the sensations go directly to Miyata's cock.
"Always so good with your mouth," Miyata murmurs, eyes fluttering shut. He feels Senga laugh around his finger, sending delicious ripples up his spine, and then he feels Senga's hand squeezing him through his jeans and Miyata can't get out of his pants fast enough. He helps Senga out of his clothes too, while he's at it.
When they're both naked and under the sheets again, Senga loses no time in reaching down to stroke them both, together. Senga is always so warm ("I'm passionate!" he says) and his bare skin against Miyata's feels incredible. It's not enough to just touch, he wants to get as close as possible, crawl inside Senga's warmth. But he likes to take his time too, and make the feeling last.
"Hey, slow down," he says, rolling them over so that he has Senga pinned underneath him. "What's the hurry." He smiles at the whine of impatience Senga utters in response. "Besides, it's my birthday, isn't it? That means I get to have things my way."
At this, Senga subsides. "Fine then, what do you want?"
"I want you to show me," Miyata says, without hesitation, "all the things that turn you on. All the things you want me to do to you."
Senga laughs for a moment about how typical it is that Miyata would get off on people wanting him, but his eyes don't lose their glitter and he's soon guiding Miyata's hand to all the places he likes to be touched. He's right, though. With each erogenous spot that Senga reveals to him, Miyata gets more turned on, and with each gasp or moan or mewl Senga lets out, Miyata's cock twitches in answer.
"Now jerk yourself off," Miyata commands, sitting back so he can work on himself while watching.
It's nothing he hasn't seen before, but Senga's movements are beautiful to watch even as he masturbates, grace ingrained into his very muscles from years of dance training. Miyata always feels a little slack-jawed when he watches Senga move, more so because he himself tends to weigh out on the clumsy side of the scale. He reaches out to brush the pad of his thumb across Senga's nipple and Senga gasps, hand stutters to a stop on a downstroke. And then, instead of continuing, he twists to the side and grabs a bottle of lube from the drawer.
"You're well-stocked," Miyata says, eyebrows raised.
"No, I just planned this well."
"Is that right?" Before Senga can uncap the bottle, however, Miyata takes it out of his hand and puts it back in the drawer. "I get to top today," he says, presenting two of his fingers for Senga to suck. "Since it's my birthday present and all."
Senga complies, though not before saying, "Thought you wanted me to do all the work though? ... Since it's your birthday present and all."
"This isn't work," laughs Miyata. He carefully but steadily puts a finger and then two in Senga, monitoring the younger man's expression carefully as the first pain of entrance becomes discomfort, and discomfort becomes pleasure. Senga has an expressive face, and the way pain and pleasure chase each other across it has Miyata aching and leaking precome.
"Let me suck you," Senga says as Miyata adds a third finger, tugging on Miyata's thighs so that he shifts a little closer.
Miyata's "ye-esss" begins as an indication of consent and ends as a moan of pleasure when Senga's mouth envelopes his cock in wet heat and Senga's tongue rubs amazingly under the head. "Where in the world did you learn to do that so well?" he wonders. Senga looks up at him with big, guileless eyes, full lips stretched around Miyata's cock, and Miyata shakes his head as if to say "don't answer that." It feels so good Miyata could go on like this forever, but then his fingertips brush against something inside Senga that causes Senga to buck and moan, which in turn sends vibrations through Miyata's sensitized cock, and suddenly he can't wait any longer.
In no time flat he's pulled out of Senga's mouth and is rolling on a condom that Senga hands him from his bedside table. They both let out long moans when he finally pushes inside, holding Senga's legs apart. Senga's still so, so tight, even after all that stretching. Miyata tells him as much, forcing himself to go slow so he doesn't hurt the other.
"Well of course, it's not like I'm usually in this position," Senga points out with an indulgent smile. Then, with that strange intuition he has to say just the right thing at the right time, he adds, "Happy birthday, Miyacchi."
It's an odd moment to say that, right in the middle of things and a week early to boot, but somehow it's also the perfect moment and Miyata feels his chest squeeze with emotion. He thanks Senga by leaning down and kissing him, slow and sweet, until Senga tries to kick at his butt with one of the legs he has wrapped around Miyata, telling him to get moving again.
So Miyata does move, but slowly. When Senga complains about the speed, he points out again that they're doing things his way, and it's both hilarious and endearing the way Senga slams his head back into his pillow in frustration. But quickly enough, Senga realizes that although words won't persuade Miyata, actions will. He rolls his hips, smoothly as only a dancer can; runs his hands down Miyata's sides; pulls Miyata down so he can kiss Miyata's neck and run a hot tongue along the shell of Miyata's ear; whispers into Miyata's ear just how much he wants him.
When he feels Miyata trembling, he reaches between them and strokes his own cock, recalling that he'd said he wanted to come together in the video. He's close, anyway, and when he spreads his precome around the head of his cock and jerks himself roughly, he gets even closer, right to the edge of his orgasm. By the time Miyata buries his face in the crook of Senga's neck and chokes out a "Oh f-fuck, tell me you're ready to come with me," the words are all it takes to make Senga come. Miyata's climax hits barely a beat later, and they buck into each other, extending their climaxes until they're both shuddering with the intensity.
It takes a while for them to catch their breath, but when they do Senga actually gets out of bed to putter around the room a bit. Miyata wonders what the hell he's doing and why he's not tired after a full day's work and the sex they just had, but Senga just laughs at him to go to sleep first if he's tired.
~
There's none of the fanfare that Fujigaya got on his birthday when Senga gives Miyata a DVD in a slim case on his birthday, but Miyata, who wouldn't have minded anyway, is too astounded by a second present from Senga to even notice. He's confused, too, because there's a note that tells him not to watch the DVD until he's alone. Miyata reads it over a few times curiously, wondering why it would matter. But in any case he doesn't have to worry about it because, between getting home late from a Dream Boys show and a celebratory dinner out with his family, he doesn't get the chance to pop it into his laptop until really late. And then he's really really glad that it's late and he's alone, because he gets a screen full of the two of them naked on Senga's freaking Ayanami Rei bedsheets.
In disbelief, Miyata scrolls ahead to a random point, only to see Senga saying "let me suck you" and taking Miyata's cock into his mouth.
Miyata slams the lid of his laptop down in shock, heart pounding. He looks around the room suspiciously as though he's looking for a hidden camera planted here too, though logically he knows that's not possible.
A moment later-he can't help it-he flips open his laptop again.
Miyata/Senga
NC-17, 1674 words, pwp
For mousapelli at her request of: "M/S? or else M/Ki? Either way it'd be nice to see someone reward/spoil M since he's usually doing all the work"
via the "late summer quick and dirty pwp exchange": MOUSI | NOEMI | QUEENIE | ROSIE | SANCHAN
Senga is lying on top of Miyata in bed, erection digging into Miyata's thigh, hands making their way under Miyata's shirt, before Miyata even registers what's going on. "Whoa, wait," he protests after his mind catches up, grabbing hold of Senga's wrists to hold him still. "What?"
Senga rolls his eyes at him, but sits up, shoving locks of messy, un-curling hair out of his eyes. "What what? It's not like we've never done this before."
"Well, that's true," Miyata admits. He looks around significantly at the anime bedsheets and the youthful artwork and dance ribbons pinned to the walls. They're in Senga's room in Nagoya where they're staying overnight after a filming for the Nagoya regular, and even if Senga's brother is away at school and his father is away on a business trip, Miyata's feels a bit weird about doing stuff in senga's Childhood bedroom. "But here...?"
Senga casts a cursory glance over their surroundings. "Is it the Evangelion bedsheets?" he wonders, "You don't like Rei?"
"I always did prefer Asuka," Miyata admits without really thinking about what he's saying, and then gives his head a shake when he realizes what he's saying. "What I meant was, isn't it weird to do this in your childhood bedroom?"
"I thought it would be a good early birthday present," Senga says, pouting at him. "And anyway, it wouldn't be any different if we did stuff in my room in Tokyo since I grew up there too. But if you don't want to..."
Miyata just looks at Senga for a moment, before pulling his shirt over his head. "When have I ever not wanted to?" he says, poking a finger at Senga's face to wipe the exaggerated hang-dog expression off it.
Without missing a beat, Senga turns and wraps his lips around Miyata's finger. He draws the finger into his mouth and sucks, lips swirling around the fingertip, and the sensations go directly to Miyata's cock.
"Always so good with your mouth," Miyata murmurs, eyes fluttering shut. He feels Senga laugh around his finger, sending delicious ripples up his spine, and then he feels Senga's hand squeezing him through his jeans and Miyata can't get out of his pants fast enough. He helps Senga out of his clothes too, while he's at it.
When they're both naked and under the sheets again, Senga loses no time in reaching down to stroke them both, together. Senga is always so warm ("I'm passionate!" he says) and his bare skin against Miyata's feels incredible. It's not enough to just touch, he wants to get as close as possible, crawl inside Senga's warmth. But he likes to take his time too, and make the feeling last.
"Hey, slow down," he says, rolling them over so that he has Senga pinned underneath him. "What's the hurry." He smiles at the whine of impatience Senga utters in response. "Besides, it's my birthday, isn't it? That means I get to have things my way."
At this, Senga subsides. "Fine then, what do you want?"
"I want you to show me," Miyata says, without hesitation, "all the things that turn you on. All the things you want me to do to you."
Senga laughs for a moment about how typical it is that Miyata would get off on people wanting him, but his eyes don't lose their glitter and he's soon guiding Miyata's hand to all the places he likes to be touched. He's right, though. With each erogenous spot that Senga reveals to him, Miyata gets more turned on, and with each gasp or moan or mewl Senga lets out, Miyata's cock twitches in answer.
"Now jerk yourself off," Miyata commands, sitting back so he can work on himself while watching.
It's nothing he hasn't seen before, but Senga's movements are beautiful to watch even as he masturbates, grace ingrained into his very muscles from years of dance training. Miyata always feels a little slack-jawed when he watches Senga move, more so because he himself tends to weigh out on the clumsy side of the scale. He reaches out to brush the pad of his thumb across Senga's nipple and Senga gasps, hand stutters to a stop on a downstroke. And then, instead of continuing, he twists to the side and grabs a bottle of lube from the drawer.
"You're well-stocked," Miyata says, eyebrows raised.
"No, I just planned this well."
"Is that right?" Before Senga can uncap the bottle, however, Miyata takes it out of his hand and puts it back in the drawer. "I get to top today," he says, presenting two of his fingers for Senga to suck. "Since it's my birthday present and all."
Senga complies, though not before saying, "Thought you wanted me to do all the work though? ... Since it's your birthday present and all."
"This isn't work," laughs Miyata. He carefully but steadily puts a finger and then two in Senga, monitoring the younger man's expression carefully as the first pain of entrance becomes discomfort, and discomfort becomes pleasure. Senga has an expressive face, and the way pain and pleasure chase each other across it has Miyata aching and leaking precome.
"Let me suck you," Senga says as Miyata adds a third finger, tugging on Miyata's thighs so that he shifts a little closer.
Miyata's "ye-esss" begins as an indication of consent and ends as a moan of pleasure when Senga's mouth envelopes his cock in wet heat and Senga's tongue rubs amazingly under the head. "Where in the world did you learn to do that so well?" he wonders. Senga looks up at him with big, guileless eyes, full lips stretched around Miyata's cock, and Miyata shakes his head as if to say "don't answer that." It feels so good Miyata could go on like this forever, but then his fingertips brush against something inside Senga that causes Senga to buck and moan, which in turn sends vibrations through Miyata's sensitized cock, and suddenly he can't wait any longer.
In no time flat he's pulled out of Senga's mouth and is rolling on a condom that Senga hands him from his bedside table. They both let out long moans when he finally pushes inside, holding Senga's legs apart. Senga's still so, so tight, even after all that stretching. Miyata tells him as much, forcing himself to go slow so he doesn't hurt the other.
"Well of course, it's not like I'm usually in this position," Senga points out with an indulgent smile. Then, with that strange intuition he has to say just the right thing at the right time, he adds, "Happy birthday, Miyacchi."
It's an odd moment to say that, right in the middle of things and a week early to boot, but somehow it's also the perfect moment and Miyata feels his chest squeeze with emotion. He thanks Senga by leaning down and kissing him, slow and sweet, until Senga tries to kick at his butt with one of the legs he has wrapped around Miyata, telling him to get moving again.
So Miyata does move, but slowly. When Senga complains about the speed, he points out again that they're doing things his way, and it's both hilarious and endearing the way Senga slams his head back into his pillow in frustration. But quickly enough, Senga realizes that although words won't persuade Miyata, actions will. He rolls his hips, smoothly as only a dancer can; runs his hands down Miyata's sides; pulls Miyata down so he can kiss Miyata's neck and run a hot tongue along the shell of Miyata's ear; whispers into Miyata's ear just how much he wants him.
When he feels Miyata trembling, he reaches between them and strokes his own cock, recalling that he'd said he wanted to come together in the video. He's close, anyway, and when he spreads his precome around the head of his cock and jerks himself roughly, he gets even closer, right to the edge of his orgasm. By the time Miyata buries his face in the crook of Senga's neck and chokes out a "Oh f-fuck, tell me you're ready to come with me," the words are all it takes to make Senga come. Miyata's climax hits barely a beat later, and they buck into each other, extending their climaxes until they're both shuddering with the intensity.
It takes a while for them to catch their breath, but when they do Senga actually gets out of bed to putter around the room a bit. Miyata wonders what the hell he's doing and why he's not tired after a full day's work and the sex they just had, but Senga just laughs at him to go to sleep first if he's tired.
~
There's none of the fanfare that Fujigaya got on his birthday when Senga gives Miyata a DVD in a slim case on his birthday, but Miyata, who wouldn't have minded anyway, is too astounded by a second present from Senga to even notice. He's confused, too, because there's a note that tells him not to watch the DVD until he's alone. Miyata reads it over a few times curiously, wondering why it would matter. But in any case he doesn't have to worry about it because, between getting home late from a Dream Boys show and a celebratory dinner out with his family, he doesn't get the chance to pop it into his laptop until really late. And then he's really really glad that it's late and he's alone, because he gets a screen full of the two of them naked on Senga's freaking Ayanami Rei bedsheets.
In disbelief, Miyata scrolls ahead to a random point, only to see Senga saying "let me suck you" and taking Miyata's cock into his mouth.
Miyata slams the lid of his laptop down in shock, heart pounding. He looks around the room suspiciously as though he's looking for a hidden camera planted here too, though logically he knows that's not possible.
A moment later-he can't help it-he flips open his laptop again.