The New Chosen Ones (Tamamori/Miyata, NC-17)
Title: The New Chosen Ones
Pairing: Tamamori/Miyata
Rating/Warnings: NC-17 for misuse of Takizawa's intranet.
AN: Set in diamondsjack's Bunny Verse. Art by her, too. Takes place some time well after the last chapter. Entirely unbetaed. Oh well.
The New Chosen Ones
Tamamori isn't sure where they're going. All Miyata has told him is to meet him in Takizawa's garden, just saying "there's something I want to show you" when Tamamori questions him further.
It's not like Tamamori really cares, though. He has nothing else to do today, and the garden is pretty; he's glad to go wherever Miyata wishes to take him.
It's only a few moments before Miyata materializes beside him at the usual "entrance" to the scenario. He's wearing the default uniform of the Shinsengumi that's been programmed for him and Tamamori gives him a casual once-over, careful to keep his expression neutral despite his interest. Miyata's uniform suits him.
It's clear that Miyata's opinion of Tamamori is much the same, and he makes no attempt to hide it at all, looking Tamamori up and down and grinning.
"I know," Tamamori says as Miyata opens his mouth, forestalling any comments about his appearance. Tamamori knows he's gorgeous, or at least, he knows that Miyata thinks he is. And maybe the yellow kimono is beautiful, but it wouldn't make a difference either way - Miyata looks at him just the same when he's wearing nothing at all.
Miyata just smiles instead, reaching out to take his hand. "I know you know," he says, "but I can always tell you anyway, right?"
Tamamori ducks his head to hide his smile. "I suppose you could." He lets Miyata lead him toward one of the paths that wind through the garden, taking small steps, the kimono restricting his movement. He would normally feel nervous, unable to move freely, but there's no danger here, just the sun and the water and the birds, and Tamamori feels peaceful. Miyata's hand is warm in his as they walk.
"I really wish you could wear that all the time," Miyata starts. "You look so beautiful, and with your hair pinned up like that..." he stops for a moment, reaching up to finger some of the loose strands around Tamamori's face, reaching back to stroke his fingers across Tamamori's bare neck. A shiver runs through Tamamori at the touch, but he says nothing.
Miyata pulls himself away, shaking his head. "Come on," he says, leading again. He seems focused on a specific destination.
It takes quite a while to get there. Tamamori has nothing with which to check the time, but he estimates that they've been strolling for over an hour. He's a bit surprised that the gardens are extensively programmed for so far, but when he thinks about it, it makes sense. If Takizawa comes here to meditate, or to relax, it would be strange if he were limited to a fifteen-minute radius; the gardens must go on for hours. Tamamori wonders how long Miyata has spent exploring them, since he clearly knows his way around.
The spot Miyata has chosen is pretty. It's a little ways off the path, behind a small hill, and there are enough trees to provide a shady patch, cool and green, out of the sun. There's a small stream running nearby, trickling into a pond that reflects the rays of the sun in the middle, where tree branches can't reach. Fish swish around in the shadows, periodically popping to the surface to snatch at bugs.
Miyata slips off his traditional sandals and socks and leans down to help Tamamori do the same. The grass feels cool between Tamamori's toes, soft and fresh, and he smiles, watching as Miyata removes his swords and places everything neatly to the side.
"Are you thirsty?" Miyata asks, and helps Tamamori to kneel next to the stream when he nods.
Tamamori eyes the water distrustfully. "Are you sure this is safe?" he asks.
Miyata just grins. "They'd have to program anything unsafe into it, wouldn't they?" Tamamori nods again. "And who would bother to do that?"
He's right, Tamamori realizes, relaxing. Besides, it would take a while for anything in the water to make him sick, and even then, he could just log off. Miyata helps to hold his sleeves out of the way so he can cup some water from the stream with his hands. It's colder than he'd expecting, numbing his hands slightly, but the chill is refreshing and the water tastes clean and wonderful. Tamamori shakes his hands dry and doesn't pull away when Miyata presses his hands between his to warm them.
Nor does he pull away when Miyata leans in to kiss him. Miyata helps him to his feet after a minute, leading them safely away from the stream; Tamamori knows well where this is going.
"How long have you been planning this?" he mutters in between kisses.
"Quite a while," Miyata answers, fingers stroking again at the nape of Tamamori's neck. Tamamori had suspected as much.
He lets Miyata kiss him until he feels almost weak with it, shivery and wanting, clinging to Miyata's shoulders with both hands as Miyata kisses his way down Tamamori's neck. Miyata tugs a bit at the neckline of Tamamori's kimono, clearly trying to slip it from his shoulder, but the fabric refuses to move more than a few centimeters. Miyata frowns.
"This thing is on really tightly, huh?"
Tamamori bites his lip, trying to hide the smile that Miyata clearly sees anyway. He finds Miyata's consternation amusing.
"It's not the most comfortable thing ever," he admits.
"Well, then let's get it off of you."
Any excuse with Miyata, but Tamamori doesn't argue, just stand with his arms out to his sides as Miyata gets to work.
Tamamori himself had no idea how complicated the thing was. He's never had to put one on or take one off, since the kimono is his default costume for this setting and he's never worn one otherwise. He's seen pictures a few times, even encountered other users who wore them, but the details of the outfit remain somewhat of a mystery.
There are more layers than Tamamori could have imagined.
"It's like I'm unwrapping a present," Miyata says happily, and Tamamori laughs. It's slightly annoying, if just because he kind of wants Miyata's hands on him now, but at the same time, it's a bit intriguing, and Miyata looks like he's enjoying it. He lays each layer carefully on top of each other as he removes them, piling the straps and ropes they hadn't even known were there off to the side. Tamamori knows they have no hope of getting it back on, but he's pretty sure it won't matter.
"Yours better be easier than this," Tamamori hopes out loud, arms starting to hurt from holding them out so long.
"Almost there, I think," Miyata answers, and he's probably right, since Tamamori can feel his fingers more distinctly where they press against his side.
Tamamori stops him when he reaches for the closures on the last layer. "I'm not standing here all naked if it's going to take you an eternity to get out of that thing," he points out.
It doesn't take Miyata an eternity, but that's possibly because Miyata rushes, tossing aside his layers without the care he'd shown for Tamamori's, clearly fed up with waiting. The sunlight dances in little spots across his skin where it makes it through the leaves, and Tamamori stares for a moment, before Miyata moves further into the shadows and grabs Tamamori around the waist.
Miyata slides his tongue along Tamamori's and Tamamori whimpers. He knows Miyata is hard already, knows he wants him, and Tamamori has no intention of holding back. He runs his hands across Miyata's bare skin, across his shoulders, down his sides, holds on tight to his hips as Miyata tumbles him to the grass, following right along.
This time, when Miyata tugs at his clothing, the last layer slides free. Miyata pushes it down his shoulder, kisses his skin, tugs the fabric out of the way until he's mouthing at Tamamori's collar bone.
"Oh god," Miyata groans when he sits back. "You look so good like this..."
Tamamori doesn't move. He lets Miyata take his time looking him over, and Tamamori feels like he's burning beneath his gaze. He looks at Miyata right back, letting his eyes run over the smooth lines of his body, hard muscle and softer curves mixing, and Tamamori's eyes are drawn to his erection, standing proud where Miyata is straddling Tamamori. Tamamori reaches out to touch him, but Miyata grabs his hand and holds on to him.
"Not yet," he says, and waits until he's sure Tamamori won't try anything before he goes back to examining Tamamori, this time using his hands to explore.
Tamamori is hard himself by the time Miyata finally frees him of his clothing. The last of the fabric slips from his stomach to pool along his sides, the final cord loose in the grass like a string snake.
"Now can I touch you?" Tamamori asks, reaching out, and he avoids Miyata's hands this time, not caring what he thinks, and tugs him down by his hair, lacking much else to grab onto. He gets an arm around his back once he's close enough, pulling Miyata tight against him. "Kiss me or I'll kill you," he hisses, and opens his mouth immediately when Miyata follows instructions.
He pushes himself up against Miyata's body, rocking their hips together, and the heat of it flares through him in waves. "Toshiya," he groans, and swallows Miyata's answering cry.
"You'd better be planning on fucking me," Tamamori says when he can.
"I really, really am," Miyata breathes. "Maybe more than once."
Tamamori laughs. He doesn't force-disconnect himself anymore by passing out, although even if he did, their bodies are both safely in their bed, ready for sleep. They can go as many times as they're able.
"What are we using?" Tamamori looks around for anything that might possibly serve as lubrication, but there's nothing in the garden but the water.
"Ah," Miyata says, looking slightly sheepish. "I kind of thought you could take care of that part."
Tamamori rolls his eyes, although he's not really annoyed. "Figures." It's an easy hack for him, not much past rudimentary levels in his mind, although he supposes that it wouldn't be that simple even for mid-level users. A tube of lubrication appears in the grass next to them, a more modern container entirely out of place in the traditional setting, but welcome. Tamamori has no idea what would constitute a more fitting substance, and doesn't wish to guess.
It's a familiar feeling, Miyata's fingers moving inside of him, and Tamamori relaxes into it, allowing the burn of it to flow through him, pleasure fizzing along his nerves and making him sensitive to every touch. The fabric beneath him shifts with his movements, a sensual slide across his skin that heightens his arousal, makes him pant for air as Miyata stretches him.
"Let me suck you?" he asks, wanting to do something, anything to make Miyata feel as good as he's making Tamamori feel right now.
"I won't last if you do," Miyata explains, batting away Tamamori's hand when he reaches for him. He pushes in with another finger and Tamamori moans, pushing back against him.
"Come on, Miyacchi, please?" he begs. He already feels like he's not going to last, and maybe if he can just take Miyata with him...
"Alright," Miyata says, pulling his fingers free. He rubs some more lube across Tamamori's skin, and Tamamori squirms at the tease of it.
"Do I... need a condom?" Miyata asks, looking a bit hesitant.
"What did you say before?" Tamamori reminds him. "Do you think someone is going to bother to code for STI's? And besides," he narrows his eyes. "Is there a chance you have any?"
He already knows the answer though, because Miyata's never been with anyone for real except for him, same as Tamamori, and so Miyata's spluttered denial is just amusing. Neither have been with anyone else online, either, but there's a reason so many people have intercourse in scenario - it's about as safe as you can get, and no mess.
"Come on, Miyacchi," he presses, impatient. "Do it already."
"O-okay," Miyata says, voice shaking as he slicks himself, staring down at Tamamori. Tamamori helps by lifting his hips as Miyata hitches him up, and then Miyata is sliding carefully inside. Tamamori squeezes his eyes shut with a soft cry. It's just what he wants, the feel of Miyata inside of him hot and full and perfect. He presses in until their hips are flush together, waits a moment before pulling back and beginning to thrust.
"Oh, fuck," Tamamori gasps, clinging tightly to Miyata's shoulders. He wraps his legs around his waist for stability and pushes back. It feels good, great, the friction and pressure making Tamamori cry out in relief.
"Like that?" Miyata asks.
"Just like that," Tamamori says. "Fuck."
The temperature rises another notch as pleasure flashes through him again, Miyata hitting all the right places, but Tamamori surprises himself, because he's not as close as he'd thought. He's glad for it, because it just means that he can keep feeling like this for even longer.
Miyata slows down a bit, letting them both catch their breath a bit. They're in no rush to get anywhere and it's nice to keep the pace relaxed, enjoying the sex for what it is. Tamamori brushes some hair from Miyata's face, tucking strands behind his ears, tracing a droplet of sweat as it makes its way down Miyata's neck. Miyata surprises him with a single rough thrust and Tamamori grunts before he can stop himself, laughing as sparks go flying through his body.
"Good?" Miyata whispers, looking at him like he's the most precious thing in the world.
"The best," Tamamori says, honest, and Miyata smiles. He keeps moving, speeding up gradually until Tamamori is having trouble breathing again, whimpering along with half of his exhales.
Tamamori is a lot closer now, need simmering along his nerves, muscles starting to tense involuntarily. He tries to relax as best he can, letting Miyata rock him with the force of his thrusts, but his body wants more.
"Do me harder," Tamamori demands, crying out when Miyata complies. Miyata fucks him fast and deep, the sound of it wet and obscene as he shoves into Tamamori. The air around them smells like sex despite the gentle breeze and Tamamori inhales deeply, breathing them both in. "Close," he warns.
"Just a little longer," Miyata replies, squeezing his eyes shut and moving faster.
Tamamori can feel it coming, pleasure spiraling down into his abdomen and growing, a ball of lightning heat waiting to explode. He tries to hold it in, but the rush is inevitable.
"Can't," he gasps, orgasm building quickly.
"Just a bit," Miyata insists.
Can't." And then it hits hard, slamming into Tamamori in a breathtaking moment, his whole body tensing as the pleasure whirls through him. He groans as it passes, the storm of it sweeping through him and leaving him tingling. He shudders as Miyata's rhythm breaks, his last few thrusts sending aftershocks singing through Tamamori's body as Miyata comes, gasping.
"Sorry," Tamamori mumbles when they've had a few minutes to catch their breath.
Miyata leans up to look at him. "Never be sorry for anything as mind-blowing as that," he says, and Tamamori grins.
Miyata leans down to kiss him.
"We are definitely coming here again."
Pairing: Tamamori/Miyata
Rating/Warnings: NC-17 for misuse of Takizawa's intranet.
AN: Set in diamondsjack's Bunny Verse. Art by her, too. Takes place some time well after the last chapter. Entirely unbetaed. Oh well.
The New Chosen Ones
Tamamori isn't sure where they're going. All Miyata has told him is to meet him in Takizawa's garden, just saying "there's something I want to show you" when Tamamori questions him further.
It's not like Tamamori really cares, though. He has nothing else to do today, and the garden is pretty; he's glad to go wherever Miyata wishes to take him.
It's only a few moments before Miyata materializes beside him at the usual "entrance" to the scenario. He's wearing the default uniform of the Shinsengumi that's been programmed for him and Tamamori gives him a casual once-over, careful to keep his expression neutral despite his interest. Miyata's uniform suits him.
It's clear that Miyata's opinion of Tamamori is much the same, and he makes no attempt to hide it at all, looking Tamamori up and down and grinning.
"I know," Tamamori says as Miyata opens his mouth, forestalling any comments about his appearance. Tamamori knows he's gorgeous, or at least, he knows that Miyata thinks he is. And maybe the yellow kimono is beautiful, but it wouldn't make a difference either way - Miyata looks at him just the same when he's wearing nothing at all.
Miyata just smiles instead, reaching out to take his hand. "I know you know," he says, "but I can always tell you anyway, right?"
Tamamori ducks his head to hide his smile. "I suppose you could." He lets Miyata lead him toward one of the paths that wind through the garden, taking small steps, the kimono restricting his movement. He would normally feel nervous, unable to move freely, but there's no danger here, just the sun and the water and the birds, and Tamamori feels peaceful. Miyata's hand is warm in his as they walk.
"I really wish you could wear that all the time," Miyata starts. "You look so beautiful, and with your hair pinned up like that..." he stops for a moment, reaching up to finger some of the loose strands around Tamamori's face, reaching back to stroke his fingers across Tamamori's bare neck. A shiver runs through Tamamori at the touch, but he says nothing.
Miyata pulls himself away, shaking his head. "Come on," he says, leading again. He seems focused on a specific destination.
It takes quite a while to get there. Tamamori has nothing with which to check the time, but he estimates that they've been strolling for over an hour. He's a bit surprised that the gardens are extensively programmed for so far, but when he thinks about it, it makes sense. If Takizawa comes here to meditate, or to relax, it would be strange if he were limited to a fifteen-minute radius; the gardens must go on for hours. Tamamori wonders how long Miyata has spent exploring them, since he clearly knows his way around.
The spot Miyata has chosen is pretty. It's a little ways off the path, behind a small hill, and there are enough trees to provide a shady patch, cool and green, out of the sun. There's a small stream running nearby, trickling into a pond that reflects the rays of the sun in the middle, where tree branches can't reach. Fish swish around in the shadows, periodically popping to the surface to snatch at bugs.
Miyata slips off his traditional sandals and socks and leans down to help Tamamori do the same. The grass feels cool between Tamamori's toes, soft and fresh, and he smiles, watching as Miyata removes his swords and places everything neatly to the side.
"Are you thirsty?" Miyata asks, and helps Tamamori to kneel next to the stream when he nods.
Tamamori eyes the water distrustfully. "Are you sure this is safe?" he asks.
Miyata just grins. "They'd have to program anything unsafe into it, wouldn't they?" Tamamori nods again. "And who would bother to do that?"
He's right, Tamamori realizes, relaxing. Besides, it would take a while for anything in the water to make him sick, and even then, he could just log off. Miyata helps to hold his sleeves out of the way so he can cup some water from the stream with his hands. It's colder than he'd expecting, numbing his hands slightly, but the chill is refreshing and the water tastes clean and wonderful. Tamamori shakes his hands dry and doesn't pull away when Miyata presses his hands between his to warm them.
Nor does he pull away when Miyata leans in to kiss him. Miyata helps him to his feet after a minute, leading them safely away from the stream; Tamamori knows well where this is going.
"How long have you been planning this?" he mutters in between kisses.
"Quite a while," Miyata answers, fingers stroking again at the nape of Tamamori's neck. Tamamori had suspected as much.
He lets Miyata kiss him until he feels almost weak with it, shivery and wanting, clinging to Miyata's shoulders with both hands as Miyata kisses his way down Tamamori's neck. Miyata tugs a bit at the neckline of Tamamori's kimono, clearly trying to slip it from his shoulder, but the fabric refuses to move more than a few centimeters. Miyata frowns.
"This thing is on really tightly, huh?"
Tamamori bites his lip, trying to hide the smile that Miyata clearly sees anyway. He finds Miyata's consternation amusing.
"It's not the most comfortable thing ever," he admits.
"Well, then let's get it off of you."
Any excuse with Miyata, but Tamamori doesn't argue, just stand with his arms out to his sides as Miyata gets to work.
Tamamori himself had no idea how complicated the thing was. He's never had to put one on or take one off, since the kimono is his default costume for this setting and he's never worn one otherwise. He's seen pictures a few times, even encountered other users who wore them, but the details of the outfit remain somewhat of a mystery.
There are more layers than Tamamori could have imagined.
"It's like I'm unwrapping a present," Miyata says happily, and Tamamori laughs. It's slightly annoying, if just because he kind of wants Miyata's hands on him now, but at the same time, it's a bit intriguing, and Miyata looks like he's enjoying it. He lays each layer carefully on top of each other as he removes them, piling the straps and ropes they hadn't even known were there off to the side. Tamamori knows they have no hope of getting it back on, but he's pretty sure it won't matter.
"Yours better be easier than this," Tamamori hopes out loud, arms starting to hurt from holding them out so long.
"Almost there, I think," Miyata answers, and he's probably right, since Tamamori can feel his fingers more distinctly where they press against his side.
Tamamori stops him when he reaches for the closures on the last layer. "I'm not standing here all naked if it's going to take you an eternity to get out of that thing," he points out.
It doesn't take Miyata an eternity, but that's possibly because Miyata rushes, tossing aside his layers without the care he'd shown for Tamamori's, clearly fed up with waiting. The sunlight dances in little spots across his skin where it makes it through the leaves, and Tamamori stares for a moment, before Miyata moves further into the shadows and grabs Tamamori around the waist.
Miyata slides his tongue along Tamamori's and Tamamori whimpers. He knows Miyata is hard already, knows he wants him, and Tamamori has no intention of holding back. He runs his hands across Miyata's bare skin, across his shoulders, down his sides, holds on tight to his hips as Miyata tumbles him to the grass, following right along.
This time, when Miyata tugs at his clothing, the last layer slides free. Miyata pushes it down his shoulder, kisses his skin, tugs the fabric out of the way until he's mouthing at Tamamori's collar bone.
"Oh god," Miyata groans when he sits back. "You look so good like this..."
Tamamori doesn't move. He lets Miyata take his time looking him over, and Tamamori feels like he's burning beneath his gaze. He looks at Miyata right back, letting his eyes run over the smooth lines of his body, hard muscle and softer curves mixing, and Tamamori's eyes are drawn to his erection, standing proud where Miyata is straddling Tamamori. Tamamori reaches out to touch him, but Miyata grabs his hand and holds on to him.
"Not yet," he says, and waits until he's sure Tamamori won't try anything before he goes back to examining Tamamori, this time using his hands to explore.
Tamamori is hard himself by the time Miyata finally frees him of his clothing. The last of the fabric slips from his stomach to pool along his sides, the final cord loose in the grass like a string snake.
"Now can I touch you?" Tamamori asks, reaching out, and he avoids Miyata's hands this time, not caring what he thinks, and tugs him down by his hair, lacking much else to grab onto. He gets an arm around his back once he's close enough, pulling Miyata tight against him. "Kiss me or I'll kill you," he hisses, and opens his mouth immediately when Miyata follows instructions.
He pushes himself up against Miyata's body, rocking their hips together, and the heat of it flares through him in waves. "Toshiya," he groans, and swallows Miyata's answering cry.
"You'd better be planning on fucking me," Tamamori says when he can.
"I really, really am," Miyata breathes. "Maybe more than once."
Tamamori laughs. He doesn't force-disconnect himself anymore by passing out, although even if he did, their bodies are both safely in their bed, ready for sleep. They can go as many times as they're able.
"What are we using?" Tamamori looks around for anything that might possibly serve as lubrication, but there's nothing in the garden but the water.
"Ah," Miyata says, looking slightly sheepish. "I kind of thought you could take care of that part."
Tamamori rolls his eyes, although he's not really annoyed. "Figures." It's an easy hack for him, not much past rudimentary levels in his mind, although he supposes that it wouldn't be that simple even for mid-level users. A tube of lubrication appears in the grass next to them, a more modern container entirely out of place in the traditional setting, but welcome. Tamamori has no idea what would constitute a more fitting substance, and doesn't wish to guess.
It's a familiar feeling, Miyata's fingers moving inside of him, and Tamamori relaxes into it, allowing the burn of it to flow through him, pleasure fizzing along his nerves and making him sensitive to every touch. The fabric beneath him shifts with his movements, a sensual slide across his skin that heightens his arousal, makes him pant for air as Miyata stretches him.
"Let me suck you?" he asks, wanting to do something, anything to make Miyata feel as good as he's making Tamamori feel right now.
"I won't last if you do," Miyata explains, batting away Tamamori's hand when he reaches for him. He pushes in with another finger and Tamamori moans, pushing back against him.
"Come on, Miyacchi, please?" he begs. He already feels like he's not going to last, and maybe if he can just take Miyata with him...
"Alright," Miyata says, pulling his fingers free. He rubs some more lube across Tamamori's skin, and Tamamori squirms at the tease of it.
"Do I... need a condom?" Miyata asks, looking a bit hesitant.
"What did you say before?" Tamamori reminds him. "Do you think someone is going to bother to code for STI's? And besides," he narrows his eyes. "Is there a chance you have any?"
He already knows the answer though, because Miyata's never been with anyone for real except for him, same as Tamamori, and so Miyata's spluttered denial is just amusing. Neither have been with anyone else online, either, but there's a reason so many people have intercourse in scenario - it's about as safe as you can get, and no mess.
"Come on, Miyacchi," he presses, impatient. "Do it already."
"O-okay," Miyata says, voice shaking as he slicks himself, staring down at Tamamori. Tamamori helps by lifting his hips as Miyata hitches him up, and then Miyata is sliding carefully inside. Tamamori squeezes his eyes shut with a soft cry. It's just what he wants, the feel of Miyata inside of him hot and full and perfect. He presses in until their hips are flush together, waits a moment before pulling back and beginning to thrust.
"Oh, fuck," Tamamori gasps, clinging tightly to Miyata's shoulders. He wraps his legs around his waist for stability and pushes back. It feels good, great, the friction and pressure making Tamamori cry out in relief.
"Like that?" Miyata asks.
"Just like that," Tamamori says. "Fuck."
The temperature rises another notch as pleasure flashes through him again, Miyata hitting all the right places, but Tamamori surprises himself, because he's not as close as he'd thought. He's glad for it, because it just means that he can keep feeling like this for even longer.
Miyata slows down a bit, letting them both catch their breath a bit. They're in no rush to get anywhere and it's nice to keep the pace relaxed, enjoying the sex for what it is. Tamamori brushes some hair from Miyata's face, tucking strands behind his ears, tracing a droplet of sweat as it makes its way down Miyata's neck. Miyata surprises him with a single rough thrust and Tamamori grunts before he can stop himself, laughing as sparks go flying through his body.
"Good?" Miyata whispers, looking at him like he's the most precious thing in the world.
"The best," Tamamori says, honest, and Miyata smiles. He keeps moving, speeding up gradually until Tamamori is having trouble breathing again, whimpering along with half of his exhales.
Tamamori is a lot closer now, need simmering along his nerves, muscles starting to tense involuntarily. He tries to relax as best he can, letting Miyata rock him with the force of his thrusts, but his body wants more.
"Do me harder," Tamamori demands, crying out when Miyata complies. Miyata fucks him fast and deep, the sound of it wet and obscene as he shoves into Tamamori. The air around them smells like sex despite the gentle breeze and Tamamori inhales deeply, breathing them both in. "Close," he warns.
"Just a little longer," Miyata replies, squeezing his eyes shut and moving faster.
Tamamori can feel it coming, pleasure spiraling down into his abdomen and growing, a ball of lightning heat waiting to explode. He tries to hold it in, but the rush is inevitable.
"Can't," he gasps, orgasm building quickly.
"Just a bit," Miyata insists.
Can't." And then it hits hard, slamming into Tamamori in a breathtaking moment, his whole body tensing as the pleasure whirls through him. He groans as it passes, the storm of it sweeping through him and leaving him tingling. He shudders as Miyata's rhythm breaks, his last few thrusts sending aftershocks singing through Tamamori's body as Miyata comes, gasping.
"Sorry," Tamamori mumbles when they've had a few minutes to catch their breath.
Miyata leans up to look at him. "Never be sorry for anything as mind-blowing as that," he says, and Tamamori grins.
Miyata leans down to kiss him.
"We are definitely coming here again."