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writetomyheart2012-10-07 05:22 pm
noella84.livejournal.com) wrote in writetomyheart2012-10-07 05:22 pm
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[Team One] Untitled
This is completely pwp. Just because.
Before the situation becomes too dangerous, Miyata and Tamamori shift from the empty corridor to an empty room; at least there would be a door to close between them and anyone that could find them exchanging special attentions. They don’t have time to look for the most comfortable place, they are too busy kissing messily and rubbing their bodies against each other. They decide to just go for the table in the middle of the room, scattering all the papers on it to the floor.
“Toshiya, please...” Tamamori whispers, he rubs a hand on Miyata’s trousers, exactly where his cock was already hard.
“They can find us here,” Miyata answers, despite he hasn’t got any intention to stop his lips from trailing down Tamamori’s neck. His hands smooth down the other’s back and sides, and they kiss again, their tongues engaged in the adventurous exploration of their respective mouths.
“I want to touch you,” Tamamori leans on his elbows, his lower back is on the table, his legs are wrapped around Miyata’s legs. He stops Miyata who was leaning with his body on him to look into his eyes, “and I know you want it too.”
“They’ll come to look for us in minutes! They’ll scold us because our stage costumes are messy and our make-up is fucked up.”
“Why Nikaido and Senga are allowed to do this and we aren’t?” Tamamori pouts and crosses his arms.
“They are not exactly allowed, they just don’t care if someone finds out.”
“Do WE care?” Tamamori hooks a hand on Miyata’s neck to drag him down for a kiss. Miyata stops for one second to look at Tamamori’s reddened face, his lips swollen and inviting, his hair already messed up by Miyata’s hands.
“It’s dangerous!”
“You’re wasting my time!” Tamamori starts biting down Miyata’s neck reaching for his collarbone, while his hands unfasten his belt. Miyata can just give up and let Tamamori slide a hand in his pants to stroke him, his touch feels gentle and hot.
Tamamori stands up and pushes Miyata back to the nearest wall, he gives him a patronizing look to which Miyata answers rolling his eyes.
“Okay, do as you please.”
Tamamori drops to his knees slowly trailing down his hands on Miyata’s body, then he slides Miyata’s cock in his mouth after pulling his trousers and underwear a bit more out of the way.
Miyata gasps and runs his hands among Tamamori’s hair, gently caressing behind the other’s ear.
Tamamori starts sucking, holding the base of Miyata’s cock with a hand and moving it accordingly. Miyata’s heart pounds altogether with his senses.The fear of someone finding them like that sends adrenaline to his brain and shivers throughout his body. Miyata dares to look down at Tamamori and the other realizes, as he shifts his look up to pierce Miyata with the hazel colour of his eyes.
Miyata pulls Tamamori hair and whispers that he’s coming, but Tamamori doesn’t move, apparently determined to leave his mouth where it is. Miyata has no choice but to come in Tamamori’s mouth, and he’s grateful because that feels amazing. His body shakes and his mind feels blank for seconds just when the rush of the orgasm hits him.
Tamamori stands up and goes straight for Miyata’s mouth. Miyata tastes himself on Tamamori’s lips, but it doesn’t matter because the whole situation is hot and there are never enough reasons to refuse Tamamori’s kisses.
“Pull your trousers up, I can hear someone outside.” Tamamori orders as he fiddles with his hair in a desperate attempt to fix his hairstyle.
Miyata obeys but then he grabs Tamamori’s wrists and looks at him. “How about you?”
“How about later? There are people in the corridor, they’ll catch us...” Tamamori flounders about, trying to set free his wrists from Miyata’s grip.
Miyata pushes Tamamori against the door and still clutching his wrists down, he starts licking his neck.
“How about I don’t care if they find us?”
Tamamori rolls his eyes, but lets Miyata slide a hand in his trousers and he lets him wrap his fingers around his hardening cock. Miyata looks at his face sternly while he strokes him up and down thumbing the tip of his cock, wet of precome.
“What do you want, Yuta? Tell me.”
“I... keep going. Faster.” Tamamori says, moaning right after Miyata starts jerking him faster.
“Say my name.”
“Toshiya...” Tamamori pants and Miyata places his other hand on his cheek and run his thumb on Tamamori’s lips.
It doesn’t take long for Tamamori to come too, Miyata’s hand is not enough to stop his semen to drip to the ground and on his costume.
“Look at the mess.” Tamamori frowns after he realises, “all because you can’t wait.”
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mousapelli's turn! :D/
Before the situation becomes too dangerous, Miyata and Tamamori shift from the empty corridor to an empty room; at least there would be a door to close between them and anyone that could find them exchanging special attentions. They don’t have time to look for the most comfortable place, they are too busy kissing messily and rubbing their bodies against each other. They decide to just go for the table in the middle of the room, scattering all the papers on it to the floor.
“Toshiya, please...” Tamamori whispers, he rubs a hand on Miyata’s trousers, exactly where his cock was already hard.
“They can find us here,” Miyata answers, despite he hasn’t got any intention to stop his lips from trailing down Tamamori’s neck. His hands smooth down the other’s back and sides, and they kiss again, their tongues engaged in the adventurous exploration of their respective mouths.
“I want to touch you,” Tamamori leans on his elbows, his lower back is on the table, his legs are wrapped around Miyata’s legs. He stops Miyata who was leaning with his body on him to look into his eyes, “and I know you want it too.”
“They’ll come to look for us in minutes! They’ll scold us because our stage costumes are messy and our make-up is fucked up.”
“Why Nikaido and Senga are allowed to do this and we aren’t?” Tamamori pouts and crosses his arms.
“They are not exactly allowed, they just don’t care if someone finds out.”
“Do WE care?” Tamamori hooks a hand on Miyata’s neck to drag him down for a kiss. Miyata stops for one second to look at Tamamori’s reddened face, his lips swollen and inviting, his hair already messed up by Miyata’s hands.
“It’s dangerous!”
“You’re wasting my time!” Tamamori starts biting down Miyata’s neck reaching for his collarbone, while his hands unfasten his belt. Miyata can just give up and let Tamamori slide a hand in his pants to stroke him, his touch feels gentle and hot.
Tamamori stands up and pushes Miyata back to the nearest wall, he gives him a patronizing look to which Miyata answers rolling his eyes.
“Okay, do as you please.”
Tamamori drops to his knees slowly trailing down his hands on Miyata’s body, then he slides Miyata’s cock in his mouth after pulling his trousers and underwear a bit more out of the way.
Miyata gasps and runs his hands among Tamamori’s hair, gently caressing behind the other’s ear.
Tamamori starts sucking, holding the base of Miyata’s cock with a hand and moving it accordingly. Miyata’s heart pounds altogether with his senses.The fear of someone finding them like that sends adrenaline to his brain and shivers throughout his body. Miyata dares to look down at Tamamori and the other realizes, as he shifts his look up to pierce Miyata with the hazel colour of his eyes.
Miyata pulls Tamamori hair and whispers that he’s coming, but Tamamori doesn’t move, apparently determined to leave his mouth where it is. Miyata has no choice but to come in Tamamori’s mouth, and he’s grateful because that feels amazing. His body shakes and his mind feels blank for seconds just when the rush of the orgasm hits him.
Tamamori stands up and goes straight for Miyata’s mouth. Miyata tastes himself on Tamamori’s lips, but it doesn’t matter because the whole situation is hot and there are never enough reasons to refuse Tamamori’s kisses.
“Pull your trousers up, I can hear someone outside.” Tamamori orders as he fiddles with his hair in a desperate attempt to fix his hairstyle.
Miyata obeys but then he grabs Tamamori’s wrists and looks at him. “How about you?”
“How about later? There are people in the corridor, they’ll catch us...” Tamamori flounders about, trying to set free his wrists from Miyata’s grip.
Miyata pushes Tamamori against the door and still clutching his wrists down, he starts licking his neck.
“How about I don’t care if they find us?”
Tamamori rolls his eyes, but lets Miyata slide a hand in his trousers and he lets him wrap his fingers around his hardening cock. Miyata looks at his face sternly while he strokes him up and down thumbing the tip of his cock, wet of precome.
“What do you want, Yuta? Tell me.”
“I... keep going. Faster.” Tamamori says, moaning right after Miyata starts jerking him faster.
“Say my name.”
“Toshiya...” Tamamori pants and Miyata places his other hand on his cheek and run his thumb on Tamamori’s lips.
It doesn’t take long for Tamamori to come too, Miyata’s hand is not enough to stop his semen to drip to the ground and on his costume.
“Look at the mess.” Tamamori frowns after he realises, “all because you can’t wait.”
mousapelli's turn! :D/