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writetomyheart2015-07-13 01:44 pm
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[Team Three] Bath
“Doing it in the bathtub is weird,” Tamamori complained when Miyata’s hands started to wander again. There was just so much water and he wasn’t sure his control would hold much longer.
His waist was already itching, a clear warning sign. Tamamori rose, the water streaming down his body. He was very aware of Miyata’s eyes on his body, but after all these years he’d gotten used to it and blushed only faintly. The floor was more slippery than expected and Tamamori lost his balance with a yelp.
“Yuta!” Miyata jumped up to catch him, slipping as well.
Tamamori closed his eyes - there was nothing close enough to grab with his hands - and braced himself for impact. Impact didn’t come. After several seconds, Tamamori carefully opened his eyes.
Two of his tentacles were braced against the wall, another three against the floor. Three more were carefully holding up Miyata, who was looking at him with wide eyes.
“I can explain.” He really, really couldn’t.
“Tama-chan,” Miyata breathed, “you have tentacles.”
“My great-grandfather was a water octopus,” Tamamori blurted out.
Miyata lightly ran his hand over one of the tentacles still holding him, caressing it. “You’re so cute, Tama-chan. It’s like you’re wearing a tentacle skirt!”
“You don’t mind?” Tamamori asked, tilting his head back before he caught himself - he’d been trying not to do that particular nervous gesture anymore.
“Mind? I love you, Yuta, I wouldn’t mind anything at all as long as you’re you, but this,” Miyata grinned and made a sweeping gesture that encompassed the whole scene, including the eight tentacles sprouting from around Tamamori’s hips,“ is like an otaku’s wet dream come true.”
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His waist was already itching, a clear warning sign. Tamamori rose, the water streaming down his body. He was very aware of Miyata’s eyes on his body, but after all these years he’d gotten used to it and blushed only faintly. The floor was more slippery than expected and Tamamori lost his balance with a yelp.
“Yuta!” Miyata jumped up to catch him, slipping as well.
Tamamori closed his eyes - there was nothing close enough to grab with his hands - and braced himself for impact. Impact didn’t come. After several seconds, Tamamori carefully opened his eyes.
Two of his tentacles were braced against the wall, another three against the floor. Three more were carefully holding up Miyata, who was looking at him with wide eyes.
“I can explain.” He really, really couldn’t.
“Tama-chan,” Miyata breathed, “you have tentacles.”
“My great-grandfather was a water octopus,” Tamamori blurted out.
Miyata lightly ran his hand over one of the tentacles still holding him, caressing it. “You’re so cute, Tama-chan. It’s like you’re wearing a tentacle skirt!”
“You don’t mind?” Tamamori asked, tilting his head back before he caught himself - he’d been trying not to do that particular nervous gesture anymore.
“Mind? I love you, Yuta, I wouldn’t mind anything at all as long as you’re you, but this,” Miyata grinned and made a sweeping gesture that encompassed the whole scene, including the eight tentacles sprouting from around Tamamori’s hips,“ is like an otaku’s wet dream come true.”
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AHAHAHAHAH Tama's life. It's always like this. But of course Miyata is super into it. Somehow miyatama make tentacles ultra cute??? idegi.
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