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UA student Mirio that has a genuine strain on his emotions after smiling through a very hard day. And whenever that happens he just plays his favorite movie and calls Tamaki.
The boy is happy to come around+
UA student Mirio that has a genuine strain on his emotions after smiling through a very hard day. And whenever that happens he just plays his favorite movie and calls Tamaki.
The boy is happy to come around+
whenever, his bag crossed over his chest, tightly held by his feeble fingers. He takes a single look at the DVD player, movie already set to play, and looks down, cheeks burning red. It's always the grown-up stuff, he thinks. But he doesn't protest. He's afraid, but also+
flattered that Mirio wants to do these things with him.
Mirio sits on the couch, still chatting amiably as he undoes his belt and zipper. He pulls out his cock, half-hard from the moment the boy agreed to come. Because he knows this will be good.
Tamaki kneels between his+
Mirio sits on the couch, still chatting amiably as he undoes his belt and zipper. He pulls out his cock, half-hard from the moment the boy agreed to come. Because he knows this will be good.
Tamaki kneels between his+
spread legs, legs shaking as he opens his mouth, fear and excitement twisting his guts.
Mirio feeds him his cock, then: slowly and carefully as he chats nonchalantly, as if this wasn't a great deal. The boy stays so perfectly still, Mirio's massive hand keeping him in+
Mirio feeds him his cock, then: slowly and carefully as he chats nonchalantly, as if this wasn't a great deal. The boy stays so perfectly still, Mirio's massive hand keeping him in+
place. His mouth is warm and wet, his tongue moving nervously before the weight of Mirio's cock leaves him without space. Mirio keeps talking until the tip of his cock touches the back of the boy's throat.
He whistles and mumbles a 'thank you, Tamaki' before pulling away+
He whistles and mumbles a 'thank you, Tamaki' before pulling away+
slightly, just enough to leave the boy space to breathe. The boy fists the fabric of his pants, trying to find a comfortable position. Mirio laughs, softly, rubbing the back of the boy's neck with gentle fingers. The boy whimpers, a pitiful moan leaving his throat. Mirio rubs+
his ears next, just to make him blush darker, and thenhe leans back on the couch's back and plays the movie.
Tamaki stays still. Hos stomach twists, the taste and weight in his mouth familiar, but not necessarily pleasant. He knows this movie will be long. Mirio always picks+
Tamaki stays still. Hos stomach twists, the taste and weight in his mouth familiar, but not necessarily pleasant. He knows this movie will be long. Mirio always picks+
the longest ones when he's had a bad day. It's also when he picks the movies Tamaki can't watch: those R-rated movies he insists are too "strong" for Tamaki. In good days, he'll let him sit on his lap, and play some silly kid's movie that Tamaki won't be able to watch again+
without getting a boner. He can rarely remember the plot anyways, too focused on Mirio's cock splitting him open and his large arms pressing him against his chest. It's maddening: heaven and torture at the same time. But he'd prefer it to /this/. He doesn't get why Mirio+
says he can't watch adult movies; what's the logic between him being old enough to /do/ grown-up things but not watch them on screen. But whenever he brings it up, Mirio smiles and hugs him. He presses him so tight Tamaki can smell his shampoo and his soap as mumbles+
"If your boyfriend doesn't take care of you, then who will?"
Tamaki can never argue after that. He'd do and say anything just so Mirio calls him his boyfriend. Anything.
Even this.
Tamaki can never argue after that. He'd do and say anything just so Mirio calls him his boyfriend. Anything.
Even this.
It's maddening. So slow it seems to last forever. Every now and then, Mirio strokes his hair, and Tamaki braces himself before that massive cock thrusts into his mouth. He does his best not to gag, and stays perfectly still in Mirio's hand, his face all but burning when Mirio+
tells him he's a good boyfriend, keeping his cock warm. It makes Tamaki's underwear feel tight, his own cock throbbing amd aching for release. He tries to sneak in a hand, palm himself over his pants at least, but Mirio stops him, one of his massive scarred hands holding+
both of Tamaki's hands against the base of his cock, mumbling something about that part being "cold."
Tamaki almost cries, but he relents. He stays still and waits, half-desperate and half happy to be used.
Tamaki almost cries, but he relents. He stays still and waits, half-desperate and half happy to be used.
Finally, the movie ends. Tamaki hears loud music and then the voices stop, followed only by music as the credits roll up. Mirio starts fucking his mouth, then — slow gentle strokes rolled at the same rhythm of soft instrumental music. Tamaki's jaw hurts, and his throat, and+
his knees and his legs are numb and ache when he so much as thinks of moving them. Tears have rolled and dried out on his cheeks in turns.
It doesn't matter. Mirio is stroking his hair softly, mumbling praises between thrusts — how much he loves him and how good he+
It doesn't matter. Mirio is stroking his hair softly, mumbling praises between thrusts — how much he loves him and how good he+
is, warming his cock so well. Just when Tamaki thinks he'll go crazy, Mirio pulls out. There's an obscene pop, and the sohnd of Tamaki's harsh breath and coughing. And Mirio's fingers on his hair, feather soft.
It would be easy to bend the boy over the coffee table, but it's just as easy to pull him over and straddle him in his lap. Tamaki is so tiny compared to him, he weights near to nothing for Mirio's massive arms.
So he pulls him onto his lap, the boy whimpering at the movement. He mumbles some nonsense about his legs as Mirio removes his pants and then his boxers, already stained with pre-cum.
This is, by far, Mirio's favorite part. Tamaki is so embarrassed when they start. And Mirio loves it; loves how he whimpers and tries to cover when Mirio opens the jacket of his school uniform and how he quivers his hips when Mirio bites his chest and nipples. He is so cute+
like this; a tiny blushing mess on his lap, waiting to be used.
Mirio's cock is still wet with spit, but he makes sure to open Tamaki up in his fingers, slow and good, even as the boy begs him to go harder, to put it in already, /please/-
Mirio's cock is still wet with spit, but he makes sure to open Tamaki up in his fingers, slow and good, even as the boy begs him to go harder, to put it in already, /please/-
Mirio doesn't make him wait long after that. He impales him on his cock and then moves him up and down, filling the boy's guts. He can see his own cock in the boy's belly; can hear him scream and moan as he fills him up. He's so tiny Mirio has no trouble moving him+
around.
Mirio always comes inside. It's some of those things he likes — leaving Tamaki full of his cum, that is. The boy whimpers and moans. "I t-told you not to do that-" he whimpers, pitifully, and Mirio can only chuckle, trying to look sheepish.
Mirio always comes inside. It's some of those things he likes — leaving Tamaki full of his cum, that is. The boy whimpers and moans. "I t-told you not to do that-" he whimpers, pitifully, and Mirio can only chuckle, trying to look sheepish.
But, oh, well, either Tamaki has to go back home full of his cum or he has to make up an excuse to stay the night. And then Mirio will get to pound him into the mattress until morning.
Definitely, no better way to turn around a bad day.
(~end)
Definitely, no better way to turn around a bad day.
(~end)
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