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writetomyheart2014-11-12 12:12 pm
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[Team Two] Righ where I want you
Sorry, cutting it close again.
“Right now?” Miyata blinked and found himself bumping with his back against the wall.
“Right here and right now!” Tamamori smacked the wall to the left and right of Miyata’s head with his hands, effectively trapping the other in place.
If the situation had been any different, Miyata would have thought about how he just got ‘kabe-don’-ed but his thoughts were elsewhere right now. He swallowed hard.
“But Tama, we’re supposed to be up there for rehearsals in less than fifteen minutes?” He tried again but his resistance was getting weaker because Tamamori was moving closer to him and he could feel the other’s body-heat through his t-shirt. Tamamori wasn’t wearing one.
“Are you really going to refuse me?” To anyone else, the other’s words would have probably sounded very commanding and harsh but Miyata knew better. This was Tamamori’s way of pouting and sulking. It had changed over the years from actual pouting and sulking to this because now Tamamori was too embarrassed to actually pout and sulk cutely. “We haven’t been with each other properly in weeks and now you’re not even going to-”
Miyata chose that moment to cut the other off by kissing him.
Since he’d interrupted Tamamori mid-sentence, he used the fact that the other’s lips had been slightly parted to slip his tongue through and deepen the kiss before the other could even react, catching the younger male slightly off-guard.
Tamamori didn’t stay passive for long. He ran his hands through Miyata’s hair and returned the kiss wholeheartedly. He also made a soft sound that sent shivers down Miyata’s back.
Breaking the kiss, Miyata firmly held Tamamori at a close distance - parts of their bodies were touching still but not all. “Yuta.” He kept his hands on the other’s hips. “No more.”
“Ah, you piss me off.” Tamamori huffed and then rested his head on Miyata’s shoulder. A hand punched the other one. “It pisses me off so much.” He muttered, voice muffled by Miyata’s shirt a bit. “It pisses me off how much I miss you when we can’t be together. It pisses me off how much you care for me. And it pisses me off that you’re right about things.”
Laughing softly Miyata commented, “That’s okay, Yuta. It’s okay for you to feel that way. You can punch me all you want if that makes you feel better?”
“Idiot.” Tamamori still punched him - for good measure probably.
“The idiot who’s hopelessly in love with you, yes?” Miyata replied with a smile and then reached up with one hand to caress the other gently.
A soft snort came from Tamamori. “Love me, huh?”
“I’d give up all my anime things for you, if that’s what you wanted to ask next?” Miyata offered.
He felt Tamamori squirm. Hehe. Bingo.
“Really? If I told you to do that, you’d have to give all of them away and I won’t let you buy new stuff. And I won’t let you watch stuff on TV either. Would you really be okay with that?” Tamamori asked and moved his head over a bit. He looked up at Miyata with one eye.
Miyata’s smile didn’t falter. “Really. Because you know, I’d have you.”
“Ugh, how can you say stuff like that. Or how come you do so badly on BUSAIKU? Ah no wait, what you’re saying is totally gross, so no, I’m not surprised anymore.” Tamamori muttered but Miyata could see how the other’s ears had turned a little red at his words. The other might pretend to have a pokerface but Miyata could see right through it.
“Some things are just meant for your ears alone.” Miyata grinned and earned himself another punch. “Ow, Yuta! Not like I won’t get enough bruises from rehearsal already.”
“Idiot.” Tamamori muttered and pulled away from the other. His eyes wandered to the clock on the wall not too far away. Sighing he said, “I guess we should go to the rehearsals then.” He went ahead without looking back to check whether Miyata was following. Tamamori knew he would follow without having to check. They were almost on stage-level, when he turned around to look at Miyata. “We should practice THAT, too, you know?”
The grin hadn’t vanished from Miyata’s face and he nodded. “Oh, definitely!”
“You enjoy that way too much, don’t you?” Tamamori made a face but he was smiling. “Then again, you’ll be right where I want you to be, so I guess I can’t complain either.”
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“Right now?” Miyata blinked and found himself bumping with his back against the wall.
“Right here and right now!” Tamamori smacked the wall to the left and right of Miyata’s head with his hands, effectively trapping the other in place.
If the situation had been any different, Miyata would have thought about how he just got ‘kabe-don’-ed but his thoughts were elsewhere right now. He swallowed hard.
“But Tama, we’re supposed to be up there for rehearsals in less than fifteen minutes?” He tried again but his resistance was getting weaker because Tamamori was moving closer to him and he could feel the other’s body-heat through his t-shirt. Tamamori wasn’t wearing one.
“Are you really going to refuse me?” To anyone else, the other’s words would have probably sounded very commanding and harsh but Miyata knew better. This was Tamamori’s way of pouting and sulking. It had changed over the years from actual pouting and sulking to this because now Tamamori was too embarrassed to actually pout and sulk cutely. “We haven’t been with each other properly in weeks and now you’re not even going to-”
Miyata chose that moment to cut the other off by kissing him.
Since he’d interrupted Tamamori mid-sentence, he used the fact that the other’s lips had been slightly parted to slip his tongue through and deepen the kiss before the other could even react, catching the younger male slightly off-guard.
Tamamori didn’t stay passive for long. He ran his hands through Miyata’s hair and returned the kiss wholeheartedly. He also made a soft sound that sent shivers down Miyata’s back.
Breaking the kiss, Miyata firmly held Tamamori at a close distance - parts of their bodies were touching still but not all. “Yuta.” He kept his hands on the other’s hips. “No more.”
“Ah, you piss me off.” Tamamori huffed and then rested his head on Miyata’s shoulder. A hand punched the other one. “It pisses me off so much.” He muttered, voice muffled by Miyata’s shirt a bit. “It pisses me off how much I miss you when we can’t be together. It pisses me off how much you care for me. And it pisses me off that you’re right about things.”
Laughing softly Miyata commented, “That’s okay, Yuta. It’s okay for you to feel that way. You can punch me all you want if that makes you feel better?”
“Idiot.” Tamamori still punched him - for good measure probably.
“The idiot who’s hopelessly in love with you, yes?” Miyata replied with a smile and then reached up with one hand to caress the other gently.
A soft snort came from Tamamori. “Love me, huh?”
“I’d give up all my anime things for you, if that’s what you wanted to ask next?” Miyata offered.
He felt Tamamori squirm. Hehe. Bingo.
“Really? If I told you to do that, you’d have to give all of them away and I won’t let you buy new stuff. And I won’t let you watch stuff on TV either. Would you really be okay with that?” Tamamori asked and moved his head over a bit. He looked up at Miyata with one eye.
Miyata’s smile didn’t falter. “Really. Because you know, I’d have you.”
“Ugh, how can you say stuff like that. Or how come you do so badly on BUSAIKU? Ah no wait, what you’re saying is totally gross, so no, I’m not surprised anymore.” Tamamori muttered but Miyata could see how the other’s ears had turned a little red at his words. The other might pretend to have a pokerface but Miyata could see right through it.
“Some things are just meant for your ears alone.” Miyata grinned and earned himself another punch. “Ow, Yuta! Not like I won’t get enough bruises from rehearsal already.”
“Idiot.” Tamamori muttered and pulled away from the other. His eyes wandered to the clock on the wall not too far away. Sighing he said, “I guess we should go to the rehearsals then.” He went ahead without looking back to check whether Miyata was following. Tamamori knew he would follow without having to check. They were almost on stage-level, when he turned around to look at Miyata. “We should practice THAT, too, you know?”
The grin hadn’t vanished from Miyata’s face and he nodded. “Oh, definitely!”
“You enjoy that way too much, don’t you?” Tamamori made a face but he was smiling. “Then again, you’ll be right where I want you to be, so I guess I can’t complain either.”
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I try to stick to THEM as much as I can \._./ so yay for managing that
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also, "THAT". yes indeed. must be practiced. (or should we say must have been practiced?)
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