Cybersex for Beginners (Tamamori/Miyata, R)
Title: Cybersex for Beginners
Pairing: Tamamori/Miyata
Rating/Warnings: R
Summary:
AN: For diamondsjack's Bunny Fic.
Cybersex for Beginners
This has been a place for many firsts, and Tamamori thinks that he'd like to add another to the list.
He and Miyata are in their usual little cove along the beach, warm midday sun beating down around them and heating the sand under their toes. Their shirts are providing a blanket beneath them, the day too hot for much clothing. Tamamori wishes Miyata would choose a slightly cooler temperature, but, he thinks as he runs his fingertips across Miyata's bare back, there's something to be said for the current weather. Miyata's fingers dance across Tamamori's shoulders in return, and he tugs Tamamori more firmly into their kiss.
Tamamori has been thinking a lot. Sunset first kisses are pretty stereotypical, but judging from how that went, he's considering that there might be a lot more to 'sex on the beach' than just the cliche. At this point, he'd really love to find out.
"Miyacchi," he murmurs against Miyata's lips, and when Miyata doesn't let him pull away, "Toshiya."
Miyata lets him go with a hum. "何?"
Tamamori shivers at Miyata's use of Old Local. Miyata speaks the language without realizing sometimes, but he's taught Tamamori enough for him to understand most of what he says. So few people understand anymore, and it feels like a secret language just for them, special and intimate. Tamamori leans in again for another quick kiss, just for that.
"Let me touch you," he whispers, and he looks up at Miyata despite his embarrassment.
Miyata smiles. "Aren't you already touching me?" he asks.
Tamamori pinches him and Miyata squeaks, then looks at him seriously. "Tama... are you sure? This isn't..."
"Don't say it isn't real," Tamamori hisses, cutting him off. "My feelings for you are anything but code." Tamamori can feel his cheeks burning with the statement, but he stares intently at Miyata and doesn't look away.
Miyata's eyes widen. "Tama-chan..."
"Please," Tamamori says. "Let me make you feel good." He leans in to kiss Miyata again before Miyata can think too much about it, and feels Miyata's okay more than he hears it.
Miyata stiffens when Tamamori runs his palm over the bulge in his swimming trunks, but he doesn't pull away. Tamamori rubs at him until Miyata is having trouble kissing him back, his hips flexing into Tamamori's touch and his breath rushing across Tamamori's lips in sharp pants. Tamamori gives him a chance to breathe, sliding lower to mouth at his neck, using his free hand to flick at Miyata's nipples. When Miyata jerks beneath Tamamori and finally moans, Tamamori slides even lower. He hooks his fingers beneath the waistband of Miyata's bottoms and looks at him.
"Don't make me stop, Toshiya."
Miyata looks at him, wide-eyed, and shakes his head. No, he's not stopping him now.
"Good." Tamamori smiles as Miyata lifts his hips and allows him to pull the rest of his clothing out of the way. Miyata's t-shirt is only big enough for Miyata to sit on and Tamamori's elbows are in the sand, but he doesn't mind. He wraps a hand around Miyata's cock and gives him a slow stroke.
"Aaaah," Miyata groans, long and relieved-sounding. He leans back on his hands and lets his head drop, but then seems to think better of it, lifting back up so that he can watch as Tamamori's long fingers slip across his skin. Tamamori knows this is what he's doing, because it's what Miyata always does: watches him. Tamamori meets Miyata's eye, then purposely drags his tongue across his lips. There's an obvious hitch in Miyata's breathing, and Tamamori smirks. "Shall I use my mouth?" he asks, and Miyata chokes.
"You- you don't have to," Miyata manages. Tamamori grins again.
"No, I don't have to. But I want to." He leans down closer to Miyata's cock and blows across the head, savoring the way Miyata writhes beneath his touch. Tamamori licks at him then, testing the taste, and finds it's nothing unmanagable. He isn't so sure about the whole thing, hasn't been with anyone other than Miyata, but he swallows any nervousness and focuses on how hot it is to be the one making Miyata twist and gasp in pleasure.
Tamamori tongues at the underside of Miyata's cock, and Miyata's hands come up to twist in his hair. It's something Tamamori has gotten used to, although knowing that Miyata's hands were just in the sand gives Tamamori a moment of pause before he figures that they'll both be a lot sandier before they're done. He slides his mouth over the first inch, still testing, and isn't disappointed as Miyata groans deeply, his fingers tightening their grip in Tamamori's hair.
Tamamori gets a bit braver after that. It's a bit awkward, and he's be afraid that he's not any good, but Miyata doesn't seem to have any complaints. Tamamori's name falls from his lips on long moans, and he flops backwards onto the sand, gasping. Tamamori shifts to get closer, tucks his elbows against Miyata's hips and reaches up to run a hand across Miyata's stomach. Miyata trembles.
"Yuta," he says, his voice tight. "Yuta, I'm gonna come..." Tamamori lets him tug him off. He's not confident in his ability to swallow and doesn't want to ruin what he thinks has been a decent first blowjob by gagging and spluttering all over. He presses his head into Miyata's hand and locks eyes with Miyata when he leans up to look. Tamamori strokes Miyata fast and smooth, and another few seconds has Miyata tensing and spilling hot across Tamamori's hand.
Tamamori studies his hand for a moment while Miyata closes his eyes and catches his breath. Tamamori is very hard himself, but he can wait just a moment, and takes the time to examine the substance on his fingers. Scientifically, of course. He's never seen anyone else's release, and he wonders if there's some sort of individualized coding for it. Do you have to code for it, even? Or is it automatic? He's never really thought about it before, choosing to take care of his own needs outside the realm of cyberspace. He doesn't get much further in his train of thought before Miyata leans up and grabs him, pulling him down to lay against Miyata's chest, ignoring the mess on his stomach.
Tamamori doesn't even mind. The good thing about being online, he supposes, is that they can quickly log out and back in, or just switch scenarios, and the mess will be gone. He lets Miyata hold him close, and only rubs himself against Miyata's thigh just a bit, searching for some relief.
"Mmm, you're wonderful," Miyata mumbles, turning to kiss Tamamori's cheek. He pushes Tamamori down onto the sand beside him and gets a hand around Tamamori's cock. His hand is warm and firm and ohsogood, and the few grains of sand that hadn't come off in Tamamori's hair add just enough discomfort to prevent him from losing it immediately.
Miyata's name doesn't come out as anything coherent, but Miyata seems to understand. Tamamori grabs him by the shoulders and holds on tight as Miyata works him faster. He cries out when he can't hold back any longer, and the adoring look on Miyata's face fades behind a blinding rush of white as his orgasm tears through him. Tamamori calls out for Miyata one more time, and then the white collapses into black.
Tamamori falls into nothingness.
Pairing: Tamamori/Miyata
Rating/Warnings: R
Summary:
AN: For diamondsjack's Bunny Fic.
Cybersex for Beginners
This has been a place for many firsts, and Tamamori thinks that he'd like to add another to the list.
He and Miyata are in their usual little cove along the beach, warm midday sun beating down around them and heating the sand under their toes. Their shirts are providing a blanket beneath them, the day too hot for much clothing. Tamamori wishes Miyata would choose a slightly cooler temperature, but, he thinks as he runs his fingertips across Miyata's bare back, there's something to be said for the current weather. Miyata's fingers dance across Tamamori's shoulders in return, and he tugs Tamamori more firmly into their kiss.
Tamamori has been thinking a lot. Sunset first kisses are pretty stereotypical, but judging from how that went, he's considering that there might be a lot more to 'sex on the beach' than just the cliche. At this point, he'd really love to find out.
"Miyacchi," he murmurs against Miyata's lips, and when Miyata doesn't let him pull away, "Toshiya."
Miyata lets him go with a hum. "何?"
Tamamori shivers at Miyata's use of Old Local. Miyata speaks the language without realizing sometimes, but he's taught Tamamori enough for him to understand most of what he says. So few people understand anymore, and it feels like a secret language just for them, special and intimate. Tamamori leans in again for another quick kiss, just for that.
"Let me touch you," he whispers, and he looks up at Miyata despite his embarrassment.
Miyata smiles. "Aren't you already touching me?" he asks.
Tamamori pinches him and Miyata squeaks, then looks at him seriously. "Tama... are you sure? This isn't..."
"Don't say it isn't real," Tamamori hisses, cutting him off. "My feelings for you are anything but code." Tamamori can feel his cheeks burning with the statement, but he stares intently at Miyata and doesn't look away.
Miyata's eyes widen. "Tama-chan..."
"Please," Tamamori says. "Let me make you feel good." He leans in to kiss Miyata again before Miyata can think too much about it, and feels Miyata's okay more than he hears it.
Miyata stiffens when Tamamori runs his palm over the bulge in his swimming trunks, but he doesn't pull away. Tamamori rubs at him until Miyata is having trouble kissing him back, his hips flexing into Tamamori's touch and his breath rushing across Tamamori's lips in sharp pants. Tamamori gives him a chance to breathe, sliding lower to mouth at his neck, using his free hand to flick at Miyata's nipples. When Miyata jerks beneath Tamamori and finally moans, Tamamori slides even lower. He hooks his fingers beneath the waistband of Miyata's bottoms and looks at him.
"Don't make me stop, Toshiya."
Miyata looks at him, wide-eyed, and shakes his head. No, he's not stopping him now.
"Good." Tamamori smiles as Miyata lifts his hips and allows him to pull the rest of his clothing out of the way. Miyata's t-shirt is only big enough for Miyata to sit on and Tamamori's elbows are in the sand, but he doesn't mind. He wraps a hand around Miyata's cock and gives him a slow stroke.
"Aaaah," Miyata groans, long and relieved-sounding. He leans back on his hands and lets his head drop, but then seems to think better of it, lifting back up so that he can watch as Tamamori's long fingers slip across his skin. Tamamori knows this is what he's doing, because it's what Miyata always does: watches him. Tamamori meets Miyata's eye, then purposely drags his tongue across his lips. There's an obvious hitch in Miyata's breathing, and Tamamori smirks. "Shall I use my mouth?" he asks, and Miyata chokes.
"You- you don't have to," Miyata manages. Tamamori grins again.
"No, I don't have to. But I want to." He leans down closer to Miyata's cock and blows across the head, savoring the way Miyata writhes beneath his touch. Tamamori licks at him then, testing the taste, and finds it's nothing unmanagable. He isn't so sure about the whole thing, hasn't been with anyone other than Miyata, but he swallows any nervousness and focuses on how hot it is to be the one making Miyata twist and gasp in pleasure.
Tamamori tongues at the underside of Miyata's cock, and Miyata's hands come up to twist in his hair. It's something Tamamori has gotten used to, although knowing that Miyata's hands were just in the sand gives Tamamori a moment of pause before he figures that they'll both be a lot sandier before they're done. He slides his mouth over the first inch, still testing, and isn't disappointed as Miyata groans deeply, his fingers tightening their grip in Tamamori's hair.
Tamamori gets a bit braver after that. It's a bit awkward, and he's be afraid that he's not any good, but Miyata doesn't seem to have any complaints. Tamamori's name falls from his lips on long moans, and he flops backwards onto the sand, gasping. Tamamori shifts to get closer, tucks his elbows against Miyata's hips and reaches up to run a hand across Miyata's stomach. Miyata trembles.
"Yuta," he says, his voice tight. "Yuta, I'm gonna come..." Tamamori lets him tug him off. He's not confident in his ability to swallow and doesn't want to ruin what he thinks has been a decent first blowjob by gagging and spluttering all over. He presses his head into Miyata's hand and locks eyes with Miyata when he leans up to look. Tamamori strokes Miyata fast and smooth, and another few seconds has Miyata tensing and spilling hot across Tamamori's hand.
Tamamori studies his hand for a moment while Miyata closes his eyes and catches his breath. Tamamori is very hard himself, but he can wait just a moment, and takes the time to examine the substance on his fingers. Scientifically, of course. He's never seen anyone else's release, and he wonders if there's some sort of individualized coding for it. Do you have to code for it, even? Or is it automatic? He's never really thought about it before, choosing to take care of his own needs outside the realm of cyberspace. He doesn't get much further in his train of thought before Miyata leans up and grabs him, pulling him down to lay against Miyata's chest, ignoring the mess on his stomach.
Tamamori doesn't even mind. The good thing about being online, he supposes, is that they can quickly log out and back in, or just switch scenarios, and the mess will be gone. He lets Miyata hold him close, and only rubs himself against Miyata's thigh just a bit, searching for some relief.
"Mmm, you're wonderful," Miyata mumbles, turning to kiss Tamamori's cheek. He pushes Tamamori down onto the sand beside him and gets a hand around Tamamori's cock. His hand is warm and firm and ohsogood, and the few grains of sand that hadn't come off in Tamamori's hair add just enough discomfort to prevent him from losing it immediately.
Miyata's name doesn't come out as anything coherent, but Miyata seems to understand. Tamamori grabs him by the shoulders and holds on tight as Miyata works him faster. He cries out when he can't hold back any longer, and the adoring look on Miyata's face fades behind a blinding rush of white as his orgasm tears through him. Tamamori calls out for Miyata one more time, and then the white collapses into black.
Tamamori falls into nothingness.