Take Two (Tamamori/Miyata, R)
Title: Take Two
Pairing: Tamamori/Miyata
Rating/Warnings: R
AN: Tamamiya Bunny Fic For Real. By which I mean, this is written as a part of diamondsjack's AU series Hi Tech, Low Intel. I do not usually use Japanese in my stories, but you do need to know that this is set in a future where a standard global language has been established and Japanese as we know it is referred to as Old Local. It is usually used as code, frequently by Takizawa's organization. Miyata, now ex-government agent, was raised speaking Old Local and is fluent, and has taught Tamamori, who at this point has spent so much time with Miyata that he's also pretty good.
Take Two
Miyata still can't believe Tamamori is real. Like, really real. He's a bit tired, but he can't imagine sleeping, not when he has Tamamori in his arms for real. They're curled up together in Kitayama's bed ("Kitayama's room is free for now. We'll sort out proper things in the morning."), Tamamori nude and at first a bit embarrassed, clothes having been tossed in the laundry. Miyata's are tossed across a chair to equal things out, and Tamamori had been more inclined to climb under the covers with him when they're in the same state of undress.
But to Miyata's relief (and disbelief), Tamamori seems just as enamored with him as he is with Tamamori.
"Toshiya's nose is big," Tamamori says, running a finger over said feature and smiling.
Miyata scrunches his face. "Well, it's not like I lied." He's referring to his avatar, which he'd never cared to alter.
"Mmm, true." Tamamori runs his finger over Miyata's nose again, then leans in to kiss it. "Not that I thought you had. Why would anyone purposely make their nose that big?"
"Hey now," Miyata starts, but Tamamori shushes him.
"I like it," Tamamori admits softly. "I like you."
"Well, after all this, I'd hope so," Miyata says, but he's thrilled beyond anything to hear it. "You're... you're exactly..."
Tamamori waits expectantly.
"...You're perfect," Miyata finishes, and Tamamori rolls his eyes a bit, but even in the semi-darkness of the room Miyata can see the pleased expression on his face. He lifts a hand to cup Tamamori's cheek, and isn't surprised to find it warm to the touch. Miyata chuckles softly. "You really do blush like that."
"Stop talking," Tamamori chides, and then kisses him. Miyata's not about to argue.
He lets Tamamori take the lead for a bit, just relishing the feel of him, soft lips pressed against his, the smooth skin of Tamamori's shoulder beneath his hand, the bump of Tamamori's knee against his own. It's not that different from online, and yet it is. It's all the same, but this time, Tamamori is here, is real, isn't going to disappear. He pulls Tamamori in closer, twines his legs with Tamamori's, and Tamamori lets him. It's an exhilarating feeling, not being pushed away like he still somehow expects, but instead having Tamamori lean into him. It's not like Tamamori had ever pushed him away before, not really, but Miyata couldn't help the small doubts in the back of his head that it was all some kind of game to Tamamori. Any doubts are erased in an instant though, as Tamamori opens his mouth under Miyata's in a clear request for more.
Miyata keeps kissing him until the slide of Tamamori's tongue against his becomes a little more insistant, hands tightening along Miyata's back, and Miyata can feel Tamamori's erection nudging his thigh. He slips a hand down between and is pleased when Tamamori tears his mouth away with a soft cry.
Miyata noses at his neck. "ね、裕太, もう一度やってみよう？"
"Umm." Tamamori noticably tenses up. "I don't know..."
Miyata tries to ignore the way his heart drops a bit. "Why not?" he asks, hesitant.
"Well, I. Last time." Miyata can feel Tamamori's deep breath rush out against his skin. "It was kind of a lot of trouble, wasn't it?" He sounds a bit meek.
Miyata soothes a hand down his shoulder. "But that can't happen again. You're here. You can't disappear anywhere. And besides, last time got us here, didn't it? So it wasn't really all that bad."
There's silence for a moment, and Miyata knows by now that Tamamori's thinking; he doesn't interrupt him.
"I just." Tamamori finally says, "What if I, um, you know." He ducks his head beneath Miyata's chin and Miyata runs a hand through his hair.
"If you pass out?" He asks, and he can feel Tamamori's nod. "So what? Then I'll hold you and watch your beautiful face until you wake up."
Tamamori pushes at him a bit. "Don't tease," he mumbles.
"I'm not at all," Miyata replies, entirely serious.
"...Fine."
When Miyata doesn't move after a moment, Tamamori flexes his hips against him. "Well?" He lifts his head and looks at Miyata, looks determined, if a bit embarrassed still.
Miyata grins. "Just checking." He slides his hand down between them again and Tamamori presses his face back to Miyata's collar bone to muffle his groan. Miyata nudges him. "Let's do it together this time?"
"Ahh," Tamamori agrees, and the way he mouths at Miyata's skin has Miyata shivering even before Tamamori wraps a hand around him.
They shift a bit to get more comfortable, and Miyata takes his time exploring Tamamori, liking the feel of him in his hand, hard and soft all at the same time. Somehow it's more intimate this time, less rushed and open. Miyata feels safe and cozy and thinks it would be great if he never had to leave the bed again, as long as Tamamori stayed there with him. Tamamori's touch is firm but gentle, not shy, but like he's learning his way around Miyata, which is mostly true. It's hot, and Miyata has a hard time relaxing into it, not pushing into his grasp for more. He breathes through his nose as pleasure and pure happiness chase through him, leans in to kiss Tamamori again.
They're close enough that Tamamori's hand brushes the back of his as they stroke each other together. It's easy to fall into a rhythm, natural and smooth, up and down. They don't push it, take it slow, and Miyata groans as Tamamori licks at his lips. Their tongues match in half-time to their strokes, lazy, and Miyata wonders how everything seems so much more erotic than last time. Tamamori had been beautiful then, under the early afternoon sun, his back arched and his fingers tight on Miyata's skin, but now he seems so much more. Warmer, smoother, somehow more real. Miyata pulls back just slightly to look at him and he's radiant, his eyes wide and dark when he opens them to look back at Miyata.
The heat races through him suddenly, surprisingly. Tamamori twists his hand again just slightly and gives a shy little smirk, and Miyata lets out a shuddery groan. "Yuta." Tamamori speeds up and Miyata slows down, his ability to concentrate destroyed.
Just like last time, Miyata's the first to let go, his orgasm creeping up before he can think about it, and he holds Tamamori tight as he groans and spills himself between them. He doesn't lose himself to it, though does his best to keep his scattering mind together and keep his hand moving, working Tamamori closer. It's only when he comes down a bit and Tamamori is shaking against him that he sees the worry in Tamamori's eyes. "Let go, Yuta," he says. "大丈夫。"
"I can't," Tamamori gasps, and clutches at him, shaking harder.
"You can," Miyata insists, and strokes him faster. Tamamori cries out. "Shh, come on."
Tamamori squeezes his eyes shut tight. "I can't, I can't."
"どこも行かない。 I'll be right here."
Tamamori sucks in air like he's going to hyperventilate. "I- ahh!"
Miyata keeps his hand moving fast, uses his other to pull Tamamori as close as possible and stroke his back. "Yuta..." He kisses Tamamori's forehead. "Let go, Yuta."
"I-" Tamamori stops breathing and curls tightly into Miyata, gasping against him. "いく！" he chokes out, soft and muffled, and Miyata finally feels Tamamori spill across his fingers as he shudders. Miyata strokes him through it, listens to Tamamori whimper softly through the aftershocks, and realizes something.
"ね、裕太。You're awake."
"Mmm?" Tamamori mumbles, still shivering slightly in Miyata's arms. Miyata smiles into his hair and lets him take his time.
"So what were you afraid of?" he asks when Tamamori's breathing is back to normal and they've cleaned up as best as they can (Miyata feels a bit guilty about the sheets, although they'd have changed them anyway before Kitayama reclaimed his room, so it's not like he'll really notice).
Tamamori looks up at the ceiling. "I don't know," he says. Miyata has to strain to hear him. "I guess. I mean, it's not like last time was bad. When I... fell asleep, you were there, and you were there again when I woke up. But..." He pauses for a moment. "Somehow my whole life changed in between."
Miyata supposes he has a point. "But a good change, right?"
"Yeah," Tamamori concedes. "But still. It's a little intimidating. I just. Well. I'm alright now, I think."
"Okay."
"Besides." Tamamori smiles. "I said I wouldn't leave you and I won't."
"That's fine," Miyata says, and hugs him tight. "Because now I won't ever let you."
Pairing: Tamamori/Miyata
Rating/Warnings: R
AN: Tamamiya Bunny Fic For Real. By which I mean, this is written as a part of diamondsjack's AU series Hi Tech, Low Intel. I do not usually use Japanese in my stories, but you do need to know that this is set in a future where a standard global language has been established and Japanese as we know it is referred to as Old Local. It is usually used as code, frequently by Takizawa's organization. Miyata, now ex-government agent, was raised speaking Old Local and is fluent, and has taught Tamamori, who at this point has spent so much time with Miyata that he's also pretty good.
Take Two
Miyata still can't believe Tamamori is real. Like, really real. He's a bit tired, but he can't imagine sleeping, not when he has Tamamori in his arms for real. They're curled up together in Kitayama's bed ("Kitayama's room is free for now. We'll sort out proper things in the morning."), Tamamori nude and at first a bit embarrassed, clothes having been tossed in the laundry. Miyata's are tossed across a chair to equal things out, and Tamamori had been more inclined to climb under the covers with him when they're in the same state of undress.
But to Miyata's relief (and disbelief), Tamamori seems just as enamored with him as he is with Tamamori.
"Toshiya's nose is big," Tamamori says, running a finger over said feature and smiling.
Miyata scrunches his face. "Well, it's not like I lied." He's referring to his avatar, which he'd never cared to alter.
"Mmm, true." Tamamori runs his finger over Miyata's nose again, then leans in to kiss it. "Not that I thought you had. Why would anyone purposely make their nose that big?"
"Hey now," Miyata starts, but Tamamori shushes him.
"I like it," Tamamori admits softly. "I like you."
"Well, after all this, I'd hope so," Miyata says, but he's thrilled beyond anything to hear it. "You're... you're exactly..."
Tamamori waits expectantly.
"...You're perfect," Miyata finishes, and Tamamori rolls his eyes a bit, but even in the semi-darkness of the room Miyata can see the pleased expression on his face. He lifts a hand to cup Tamamori's cheek, and isn't surprised to find it warm to the touch. Miyata chuckles softly. "You really do blush like that."
"Stop talking," Tamamori chides, and then kisses him. Miyata's not about to argue.
He lets Tamamori take the lead for a bit, just relishing the feel of him, soft lips pressed against his, the smooth skin of Tamamori's shoulder beneath his hand, the bump of Tamamori's knee against his own. It's not that different from online, and yet it is. It's all the same, but this time, Tamamori is here, is real, isn't going to disappear. He pulls Tamamori in closer, twines his legs with Tamamori's, and Tamamori lets him. It's an exhilarating feeling, not being pushed away like he still somehow expects, but instead having Tamamori lean into him. It's not like Tamamori had ever pushed him away before, not really, but Miyata couldn't help the small doubts in the back of his head that it was all some kind of game to Tamamori. Any doubts are erased in an instant though, as Tamamori opens his mouth under Miyata's in a clear request for more.
Miyata keeps kissing him until the slide of Tamamori's tongue against his becomes a little more insistant, hands tightening along Miyata's back, and Miyata can feel Tamamori's erection nudging his thigh. He slips a hand down between and is pleased when Tamamori tears his mouth away with a soft cry.
Miyata noses at his neck. "ね、裕太, もう一度やってみよう？"
"Umm." Tamamori noticably tenses up. "I don't know..."
Miyata tries to ignore the way his heart drops a bit. "Why not?" he asks, hesitant.
"Well, I. Last time." Miyata can feel Tamamori's deep breath rush out against his skin. "It was kind of a lot of trouble, wasn't it?" He sounds a bit meek.
Miyata soothes a hand down his shoulder. "But that can't happen again. You're here. You can't disappear anywhere. And besides, last time got us here, didn't it? So it wasn't really all that bad."
There's silence for a moment, and Miyata knows by now that Tamamori's thinking; he doesn't interrupt him.
"I just." Tamamori finally says, "What if I, um, you know." He ducks his head beneath Miyata's chin and Miyata runs a hand through his hair.
"If you pass out?" He asks, and he can feel Tamamori's nod. "So what? Then I'll hold you and watch your beautiful face until you wake up."
Tamamori pushes at him a bit. "Don't tease," he mumbles.
"I'm not at all," Miyata replies, entirely serious.
"...Fine."
When Miyata doesn't move after a moment, Tamamori flexes his hips against him. "Well?" He lifts his head and looks at Miyata, looks determined, if a bit embarrassed still.
Miyata grins. "Just checking." He slides his hand down between them again and Tamamori presses his face back to Miyata's collar bone to muffle his groan. Miyata nudges him. "Let's do it together this time?"
"Ahh," Tamamori agrees, and the way he mouths at Miyata's skin has Miyata shivering even before Tamamori wraps a hand around him.
They shift a bit to get more comfortable, and Miyata takes his time exploring Tamamori, liking the feel of him in his hand, hard and soft all at the same time. Somehow it's more intimate this time, less rushed and open. Miyata feels safe and cozy and thinks it would be great if he never had to leave the bed again, as long as Tamamori stayed there with him. Tamamori's touch is firm but gentle, not shy, but like he's learning his way around Miyata, which is mostly true. It's hot, and Miyata has a hard time relaxing into it, not pushing into his grasp for more. He breathes through his nose as pleasure and pure happiness chase through him, leans in to kiss Tamamori again.
They're close enough that Tamamori's hand brushes the back of his as they stroke each other together. It's easy to fall into a rhythm, natural and smooth, up and down. They don't push it, take it slow, and Miyata groans as Tamamori licks at his lips. Their tongues match in half-time to their strokes, lazy, and Miyata wonders how everything seems so much more erotic than last time. Tamamori had been beautiful then, under the early afternoon sun, his back arched and his fingers tight on Miyata's skin, but now he seems so much more. Warmer, smoother, somehow more real. Miyata pulls back just slightly to look at him and he's radiant, his eyes wide and dark when he opens them to look back at Miyata.
The heat races through him suddenly, surprisingly. Tamamori twists his hand again just slightly and gives a shy little smirk, and Miyata lets out a shuddery groan. "Yuta." Tamamori speeds up and Miyata slows down, his ability to concentrate destroyed.
Just like last time, Miyata's the first to let go, his orgasm creeping up before he can think about it, and he holds Tamamori tight as he groans and spills himself between them. He doesn't lose himself to it, though does his best to keep his scattering mind together and keep his hand moving, working Tamamori closer. It's only when he comes down a bit and Tamamori is shaking against him that he sees the worry in Tamamori's eyes. "Let go, Yuta," he says. "大丈夫。"
"I can't," Tamamori gasps, and clutches at him, shaking harder.
"You can," Miyata insists, and strokes him faster. Tamamori cries out. "Shh, come on."
Tamamori squeezes his eyes shut tight. "I can't, I can't."
"どこも行かない。 I'll be right here."
Tamamori sucks in air like he's going to hyperventilate. "I- ahh!"
Miyata keeps his hand moving fast, uses his other to pull Tamamori as close as possible and stroke his back. "Yuta..." He kisses Tamamori's forehead. "Let go, Yuta."
"I-" Tamamori stops breathing and curls tightly into Miyata, gasping against him. "いく！" he chokes out, soft and muffled, and Miyata finally feels Tamamori spill across his fingers as he shudders. Miyata strokes him through it, listens to Tamamori whimper softly through the aftershocks, and realizes something.
"ね、裕太。You're awake."
"Mmm?" Tamamori mumbles, still shivering slightly in Miyata's arms. Miyata smiles into his hair and lets him take his time.
"So what were you afraid of?" he asks when Tamamori's breathing is back to normal and they've cleaned up as best as they can (Miyata feels a bit guilty about the sheets, although they'd have changed them anyway before Kitayama reclaimed his room, so it's not like he'll really notice).
Tamamori looks up at the ceiling. "I don't know," he says. Miyata has to strain to hear him. "I guess. I mean, it's not like last time was bad. When I... fell asleep, you were there, and you were there again when I woke up. But..." He pauses for a moment. "Somehow my whole life changed in between."
Miyata supposes he has a point. "But a good change, right?"
"Yeah," Tamamori concedes. "But still. It's a little intimidating. I just. Well. I'm alright now, I think."
"Okay."
"Besides." Tamamori smiles. "I said I wouldn't leave you and I won't."
"That's fine," Miyata says, and hugs him tight. "Because now I won't ever let you."