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writetomyheart2013-02-27 06:07 pm
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[team 1] maybe (ties)
I had planned to skip this round as I'm busy this week but I couldn't pass on that word and for Claudia I had to try do a little Miyatama. Again, it's not clear but in my head this is set during pre-debut days, when they were still innocent and shy.
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“Ties?” Tamamori parrots back confused, brow furrowing, “What would you want to do with them?” There’s already a sea of possible images flooding into Tamamori’s mind but then the fidget of Miyata biting at his lower lip makes him think that perhaps he’s missed an important point.
“What would you want me to do with them?” Tamamori tries again and Miyata smiles back warm and wanting. “Maybe,” Miyata starts and Tamamori’s still unsure he can handle where that sentence will lead, questions why he even agreed to this conversation. As if sensing his discomfort Miyata runs soothing warm fingerpads across the expanse of his exposed shoulder, draws patterns and soft shapes teasing along the edge where cotton sheet meets bare skin. At least Miyata had the decency to wait until they were in almost darkness with his family certainly all asleep before broaching the subject.
“Maybe you could try riding me. Use it as a collar.”
Tamamori’s only response is to bury his face and burning cheeks into the pillow.
“You have to say now what you’d like to try.” Miyata’s tone is light and curious, like he’s asked Tamamori which anime he wants to watch.
“I— I don’t know.” Tamamori replies mostly to the pillow.
“You’ve never thought about it?”
Sure he’s thought about it. Tamamori once spent a whole 6 months plagued evernight by it and lingering imprinted memories of dance rehearsals and sweat drenched Miyata translated over and over by rampant teenage hormones into another scene. But he’d never been with anyone so the details and mechanics of the fantasy remained mostly blurred. Since then all he’s done is followed Miyata’s lead, trusted him to know what to do, never explored further or thought about kinks and fetishes.
“Maybe,” and Miyata smiles encouragingly, all ears, and Tamamori thinks anew about how when Miyata grabs at his ass for leverage he unconsciously squeezes tighter, feels more, jolts in the rush. “Youcouldtryspankingme.” Tamamori rushes out in one exhale.
At least now Miyata flushes just as red.
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LTGMars (～・◻・)～
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“Ties?” Tamamori parrots back confused, brow furrowing, “What would you want to do with them?” There’s already a sea of possible images flooding into Tamamori’s mind but then the fidget of Miyata biting at his lower lip makes him think that perhaps he’s missed an important point.
“What would you want me to do with them?” Tamamori tries again and Miyata smiles back warm and wanting. “Maybe,” Miyata starts and Tamamori’s still unsure he can handle where that sentence will lead, questions why he even agreed to this conversation. As if sensing his discomfort Miyata runs soothing warm fingerpads across the expanse of his exposed shoulder, draws patterns and soft shapes teasing along the edge where cotton sheet meets bare skin. At least Miyata had the decency to wait until they were in almost darkness with his family certainly all asleep before broaching the subject.
“Maybe you could try riding me. Use it as a collar.”
Tamamori’s only response is to bury his face and burning cheeks into the pillow.
“You have to say now what you’d like to try.” Miyata’s tone is light and curious, like he’s asked Tamamori which anime he wants to watch.
“I— I don’t know.” Tamamori replies mostly to the pillow.
“You’ve never thought about it?”
Sure he’s thought about it. Tamamori once spent a whole 6 months plagued evernight by it and lingering imprinted memories of dance rehearsals and sweat drenched Miyata translated over and over by rampant teenage hormones into another scene. But he’d never been with anyone so the details and mechanics of the fantasy remained mostly blurred. Since then all he’s done is followed Miyata’s lead, trusted him to know what to do, never explored further or thought about kinks and fetishes.
“Maybe,” and Miyata smiles encouragingly, all ears, and Tamamori thinks anew about how when Miyata grabs at his ass for leverage he unconsciously squeezes tighter, feels more, jolts in the rush. “Youcouldtryspankingme.” Tamamori rushes out in one exhale.
At least now Miyata flushes just as red.
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LTGMars (～・◻・)～
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I've already said it on twitter but this made me blush and giggle and ahhhh I love young, awkward Miyatama SO MUCH (／∇ ＼)
thank you so much, especially because you wanted to skip but you didn't for me (//∇// ) thank you thank you thank you ♥
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I love the fact they are still innocent and Tamamori blushing ♥