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“Tama?” Miyata alerts his boyfriend before he opens the door to the shower. “Can I join?”
Tamamori shrugs. “You’re already here, aren’t you?”
Miyata laughs and closes the door behind him, stepping all the way up against Tamamori and kisses him. His lips are wet with water droplets and it feels a little funny, different from usual, but it doesn’t put him off at all.
“Wash my back?” Tamamori asks as he finally breaks away, although the way he looks back at Miyata, eyes darting down to his lips, gives away that he’s not quite done kissing him.
Miyata rubs soap over his skin in large circles, then up and down before he reaches for the shower head and rinses the bubbles off. He makes sure to get them all, eyes following the flow of water over Tamamori’s muscles and he’s just about to reach out for another touch when Tamamori turns around and pulls him in for another kiss.
Entirely on autopilot Miyata’s arms loop around Tamamori’s body, hands making their way to his buttcheeks where they stop. With strong but gentle squeezes he massages the muscles, notices how Tamamori’s breathing changes just the slightest, and soon there’s the beginning to an erection against his thigh too.
“I’m done showering,” Tamamori declares, although he returns the favor of washing Miyata’s back for him before he steps out and reaches for his towel.
He turns off the light in the bathroom once he dries off and pulls on underwear, but as he enters their bedroom it looks like Tamamori doesn’t think he needs to wear anything at all.
Tamamori is lying face down on the bed, head turned to the side to look at Miyata as he enters; he looks like he’s about to say something but Miyata knows it already. Without any hesitation he climbs onto the bed, puts his hands to work and Tamamori sighs contentedly in response.
He lets his palms travel from the back of his thighs to his lower back a few times before he focuses on his cheeks again. It’s not a secret that Tamamori loves it when Miyata gives him these massages, and Miyata gets just as much out of it as well. The soft moans are as rewarding as they’re enticing, getting Miyata right in the mood for more than just an intimate massage, and it’s only a matter of time until Tamamori tries to escalate it too, hoping that what he’s feeling inside comes through to Tamamori.
And very well, it’s not long before Tamamori spreads his legs a little, a small gesture but more than enough for Miyata to know what he wants. He bends down to press his lips to his bottom, slowly covering his skin in kisses, then reaches for a pillow and sticks it underneath Tamamori. Once he’s propped up, Miyata spreads his cheeks and leans in. At the first stroke of his tongue there’s a shiver and a moan that goes straight from Miyata’s ears to his crotch, and that’s just the beginning.
Miyata doesn’t stop until Tamamori is a quivering mess, until he’s asking for fingers instead of his tongue, until they both can’t wait any longer.
“That’s fine, I’m ready,” Tamamori assures him as Miyata pushes two fingers inside him, even though he definitely still needs some more preparation and they both know it. He doesn’t bother answering, just slowly moves his fingers until he can comfortably fit a third, and once he pulls those out to reach over for more lube, Tamamori is getting himself up on all fours.
“I love you,” Miyata mumbles as he presses a kiss to Tamamori’s tailbone, stays there for a heavy exhale as he finally touches his own cock, and Tamamori wiggles underneath him.
“Just do it already,” he demands, and Miyata gives in to his wishes.
He feels Tamamori’s ass press against his hips as he pushes all the way inside, gives it another squeeze before he starts moving, knowing how in a moment he won’t have much opportunity for it with how Tamamori is just pure impatience at this point. He pushes back to meet each thrust, moans spilling over his lips at every touch, muscles contracting and releasing as he moves, and even though Miyata can’t see his face in this position, it strikes him again just how beautiful he is.
Eventually Tamamori’s legs and arms start trembling and Miyata urges him onto his back, and it’s much harder to keep going for a long time like this. Everything is visible on Tamamori’s face, every little spark of pleasure, and they’re both only seconds away when Tamamori reaches out for him, tries to pull him in closer but freezes halfway, hips jerking as he comes, pulling Miyata along with him as his insides squeeze tighter. The warm hand on his shoulder pulls him in closer, and he slips out of Tamamori as he lays down next to him, greeted with the tip of a nose rubbing his own.
“I love you too.”