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writetomyheart2015-09-16 07:54 pm
kira-shadow.livejournal.com) wrote in writetomyheart2015-09-16 07:54 pm
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[Team Four] Domestic
I...was planning to write more but somehow thought it wouldn't be appropriate? I don't know. Feeling a bit weird. It might be all the work and worries recently.
“This is enough!” Watanabe whines and looks at the plate. “Ryota!”
“It is not.” Miyadate heaps some more on and then sets the plate down in front of Watanabe. “You burned more calories than are on that plate right now in the last couple of hours and a bottle of coke and a bag of gummies is not enough to keep yourself going. And healthy.” He leans over the table and looks at Watanabe. “Please, Shota. Eat.” His expression softens a little. “It’s your favourite, right? I tried very hard.”
Watanabe melts a little bit and he picks up his chopsticks. After trying the first bite, he smiles. “You have been practicing with my mum in secret, haven’t you?”
“While you were out shopping with Fukka.” Miyadate joins the other by the table with his own plate, which has a portion about three times the size of Watanabe’s on it. It’s gone before Watanabe even manages to eat half of his. Miyadate whips up dessert in the time it takes the other to finish the rest of his food. Something that makes Miyadate smile.
“See? How hard was that?” He leans down for a quick kiss. “You’ll thank me for this.”
Making a face, Watanabe mutters, “Alright, alright.” Then he steals another kiss. “Sweets?”
“Coming right up.”
Laughing softly, Watanabe comments, “Somehow I feel like if I visit the Miyadate Restaurant more often, I might actually get fat.”
“You and fat? I think if that were to happen a lot of people would be relieved. I think your mum would actually buy us a place in Shibuya so we could get married for real if I managed to get you to gain some weight.” Miyadate jokes.
It makes Watanabe laugh again, a sound Miyadate can’t get tired of no matter how often he hears it. He loves hearing the other love, especially when Watanabe laughs so hard he’s gasping for air and making that high pitched noise that... only Watanabe makes.
“If only Aoyama was still open. We could have a stage play entirely dedicated to getting married even. You can borrow Tamamori’s veil. I’m sure Sakuma is short enough to pass as flower girl. Or we could dress him up as an angel and he can fly around the theater. And instead of flowers he can throw little glitter snowflakes. We could ask Takizawa where we can have those made. Oh and of course your bouquet has to be lilies.” Miyadate continues and he watches in satisfaction as Watanabe doubles over laughing.
“S-Stop Ryota, stop!” Watanabe is almost crying at this point. “I can’t!”
Miyadate smiles to himself and then adds the finishing touches to their dessert while Watanabe calms down again and wipes the tears from his eyes with the sleeves of Miyadate’s comfy sweater, which Watanabe is wearing right now.
After dessert and a bath, Watanabe is lying on Miyadate’s bed and watches the other stretch. He’s too lazy and too comfortable to join the other and he rarely gets cramps anyway. When Miyadate leans forward, his t-shirt rides up and it makes Watanabe want to reach out and touch the small strip of skin that peeks out from underneath the fabric.
The temptation is too strong to resist and Watanabe manages to get a finger on Miyadate’s skin.
He traces the other’s spine and feels Miyadate shiver under his touch ever so slightly. Watanabe feels the want, lust, desire. Feelings that only the other is able to awaken inside of him like this.
“I want to touch you more. I want to kiss you until you’re breathless. I want you to look at me and only me. I want you to be mine. And I want to be yours. I want you to make me feel good, make me crazy and make me forget anything else but you.” Watanabe murmurs and he shifts a little bit, leans over until he can get both his arms around Miyadate, pulling him closer.
Once he manages to get the other close enough, he starts to kiss his way up from Miyadate’s shoulder to the other’s neck. He licks at Miyadate’s earlobe briefly, teasing the piercing with his tongue. “I want-”
He doesn’t get to finish his sentence. Miyadate turns in his arms and the next moment, Watanabe finds himself pinned down onto the mattress. Miyadate’s eyes are dark and they show everything Watanabe feels right now, as if they were an echo of his own soul. And maybe they are.
“Shota.” Miyadate still asks for permission. He always does, without fail.
And Watanabe always grants it. “Ryota.”
Watanabe is already naked, so he doesn’t have to do anything but watch Miyadate strip. It’s a short strip-show with only a t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants to go but Watanabe enjoys it nonetheless. More than watching the other get naked, he enjoys the feeling of Miyadate’s skin flush and warm against his own.
They’re back in their previous position - Miyadate looming over Watanabe. “Make love to me,” Watanabe murmurs and then adds with a grin, “Like you would on the night after our wedding.”
And I think this ends Team 4 for this round.
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“This is enough!” Watanabe whines and looks at the plate. “Ryota!”
“It is not.” Miyadate heaps some more on and then sets the plate down in front of Watanabe. “You burned more calories than are on that plate right now in the last couple of hours and a bottle of coke and a bag of gummies is not enough to keep yourself going. And healthy.” He leans over the table and looks at Watanabe. “Please, Shota. Eat.” His expression softens a little. “It’s your favourite, right? I tried very hard.”
Watanabe melts a little bit and he picks up his chopsticks. After trying the first bite, he smiles. “You have been practicing with my mum in secret, haven’t you?”
“While you were out shopping with Fukka.” Miyadate joins the other by the table with his own plate, which has a portion about three times the size of Watanabe’s on it. It’s gone before Watanabe even manages to eat half of his. Miyadate whips up dessert in the time it takes the other to finish the rest of his food. Something that makes Miyadate smile.
“See? How hard was that?” He leans down for a quick kiss. “You’ll thank me for this.”
Making a face, Watanabe mutters, “Alright, alright.” Then he steals another kiss. “Sweets?”
“Coming right up.”
Laughing softly, Watanabe comments, “Somehow I feel like if I visit the Miyadate Restaurant more often, I might actually get fat.”
“You and fat? I think if that were to happen a lot of people would be relieved. I think your mum would actually buy us a place in Shibuya so we could get married for real if I managed to get you to gain some weight.” Miyadate jokes.
It makes Watanabe laugh again, a sound Miyadate can’t get tired of no matter how often he hears it. He loves hearing the other love, especially when Watanabe laughs so hard he’s gasping for air and making that high pitched noise that... only Watanabe makes.
“If only Aoyama was still open. We could have a stage play entirely dedicated to getting married even. You can borrow Tamamori’s veil. I’m sure Sakuma is short enough to pass as flower girl. Or we could dress him up as an angel and he can fly around the theater. And instead of flowers he can throw little glitter snowflakes. We could ask Takizawa where we can have those made. Oh and of course your bouquet has to be lilies.” Miyadate continues and he watches in satisfaction as Watanabe doubles over laughing.
“S-Stop Ryota, stop!” Watanabe is almost crying at this point. “I can’t!”
Miyadate smiles to himself and then adds the finishing touches to their dessert while Watanabe calms down again and wipes the tears from his eyes with the sleeves of Miyadate’s comfy sweater, which Watanabe is wearing right now.
After dessert and a bath, Watanabe is lying on Miyadate’s bed and watches the other stretch. He’s too lazy and too comfortable to join the other and he rarely gets cramps anyway. When Miyadate leans forward, his t-shirt rides up and it makes Watanabe want to reach out and touch the small strip of skin that peeks out from underneath the fabric.
The temptation is too strong to resist and Watanabe manages to get a finger on Miyadate’s skin.
He traces the other’s spine and feels Miyadate shiver under his touch ever so slightly. Watanabe feels the want, lust, desire. Feelings that only the other is able to awaken inside of him like this.
“I want to touch you more. I want to kiss you until you’re breathless. I want you to look at me and only me. I want you to be mine. And I want to be yours. I want you to make me feel good, make me crazy and make me forget anything else but you.” Watanabe murmurs and he shifts a little bit, leans over until he can get both his arms around Miyadate, pulling him closer.
Once he manages to get the other close enough, he starts to kiss his way up from Miyadate’s shoulder to the other’s neck. He licks at Miyadate’s earlobe briefly, teasing the piercing with his tongue. “I want-”
He doesn’t get to finish his sentence. Miyadate turns in his arms and the next moment, Watanabe finds himself pinned down onto the mattress. Miyadate’s eyes are dark and they show everything Watanabe feels right now, as if they were an echo of his own soul. And maybe they are.
“Shota.” Miyadate still asks for permission. He always does, without fail.
And Watanabe always grants it. “Ryota.”
Watanabe is already naked, so he doesn’t have to do anything but watch Miyadate strip. It’s a short strip-show with only a t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants to go but Watanabe enjoys it nonetheless. More than watching the other get naked, he enjoys the feeling of Miyadate’s skin flush and warm against his own.
They’re back in their previous position - Miyadate looming over Watanabe. “Make love to me,” Watanabe murmurs and then adds with a grin, “Like you would on the night after our wedding.”
Oh okay let's go for another round, your turn then
faded_lace !