Everyday life

Title Everyday life
Fandom Hajime no Ippo (Fighting Spirit)
Pairing Kimura - Miyata
Rating NC-17
Dedication Kimura & Miyata for Miyata's 36th birthday
Word count over 4000
WARNING Graphic yet fluffy porn. I overdid it again.


Although quite some time had passed by since Miyata had finally agreed to move in with Kimura to the apartment they had chosen together, there were still a plenty of moments in their everyday life that made Kimura want his cohabitant at least as fiercely as in the very beginning of their relationship. Perhaps moving in together was the impetus for those overflowing feelings that Kimura had begun to feel and wanted to pour all over his beloved one whenever it was possible. Fortunately for him, he had been accepted most of the times when he had occasionally approached the other young man with somewhat indecent motives. In spite of all, as their sexual relationship had moved on more or less on its own pace, he had gradually learnt more and more thoroughly how to win Miyata over and fulfill both of their desires without further conflicts.

If Kimura stopped for a while to give it some genuine thought, he couldn't quite figure what it was about Miyata that had begun to attract him so drastically even after all the years that they had already been dating each other. Naturally Kimura was drawn to his current, healthier appearance, now that he looked more like a living human being instead of a skeleton with lumps of muscle here and there. The delicate curves of Miyata's body, the glimmer in his comparatively innocent eyes, the silkiness of his raven hair, even the sweet scent that lingered around him after he had taken a refreshing shower or a long relaxing bath. All of those things had pretty much been there ever since they had gotten to know each other. But now that they were finally living together, spending a lot more time of the day together, were even a bigger part of each other's lives, there was something extra that Kimura could hardly get enough of. He found himself yearning for more and more of it, slowly but firmly perceiving that he was in fact craving for Miyata more as a person than just as a lover or a sweetheart.

Telling about that to Miyata himself might be somewhat difficult, even though their relationship had been an open one and there had been nothing that they couldn't have discussed together. However, when such strong feelings were a part of the picture, finding the right words and the right situation was rather complicated. The way that Kimura saw it, this thing wouldn't be over just by saying "I love you" for numberless times. Nevertheless, he believed that if he really took the time to talk it over with Miyata, the younger man might understand a lot better why his partner had lately begun to act in a seemingly greedier way, especially as far as sex was concerned. After all, he did have the right to know, was what Kimura reasoned as he pondered on what he should do.

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That evening Miyata was washing the dishes after cooking dinner for both of them, the silent sound of the news on the TV streaming on the background as his hands hovered above the sink. When Kimura stepped into their small kitchen, he stopped to lean his side casually against the doorframe gazing at the other man's back. The little bow tie of the apron's ribbon right about on the small of his back was swaying slightly, as if deliberately teasing him to move his gaze a little bit lower, to the gracefully shaped butt cheeks that seemed to be begging for a gentle touch of his big warm hands.

But it wasn't the time for that yet. Right now Kimura just wanted to enjoy observing that other man, that wonderful person who was his own. Even if they didn't wear rings or have an official proof of the stability of their relationship, it was enough for Kimura that they had uttered those particular words to each other every now and then. I am yours, you are mine. Not just a promise but a justified truth between them. Nothing less would have been good enough for Kimura anymore, anyway. Such a thing as a life without Miyata simply couldn't exist to him, it was out of the question!

Obviously the bustling man hadn't noticed the eyes that caressed him from top to toe. His whole attention must have been on the dirty tableware that he was carefully scrubbing with a sponge.

How can someone be so incredibly sexy while doing such a mediocre chore? Kimura wondered trying his best not to interrupt his lover.

"Kimura-san, I know you're there. If you're not going to watch the TV, would you mind turning it off?" Miyata began to talk nonchalantly, without turning to see the man behind him.

"Fine," Kimura said, but instead of walking to the direction of the device, he took a couple of swift steps towards Miyata. "Are you done soon, dear?" The long arms were wrapped around Miyata's chest, the stubbly chin was pressed lightly on his shoulder, the words were uttered right into his ear, and the lips were close enough to incidentally touch the sensitive earlobe.

"Kimura-san, don't tell me you're going to propose that same thing again," Miyata sighed wearily slowly letting go of the plate he had been washing.

"I've got my reasons. And on the other hand, you're already seducing me at full throttle so don't try to blame it all on me," Kimura smiled playfully placing a soft kiss on Miyata's cheek.

"There has got to be something wrong with you. Even if you used to be a boxer and went through a plenty of physical hardships, there should be some sort of a limit. You're going to overwork yourself this way," Miyata began to scold the man cradling him in his arms, pressing closely against his back.

"Miyata, I think that… When it's about you, there is no such a word as 'a limit'. Especially now that there's no real need to hold back any longer." The look in Kimura's eyes was very serious when Miyata finally turned his head to look at him.

"Ummh… Kimura-san, can we talk about this after I've finished doing the dishes? I really want to get these done." Just seeing Miyata's long eyelashes from such a short distance could have easily made Kimura vow anything he was asked to do. Luckily it was such a tiny thing this time.

"Will you promise me that I can have you all to myself after you're done?" The whisper was more endearing than demanding.

Still looking into Kimura's eyes, Miyata nodded a little as a reply.

Slightly reluctantly Kimura loosened his arms to let go. But allusively he began to inch his long fingers along the sides of his lover, all the way to his firm, extremely tempting buttocks.

"Kimura-san." Miyata's voice sounded a bit harsh as he slapped the other pair of hands away from his body with his own wet hand.

"Yes, yes, I'm going," Kimura muttered downheartedly beginning to slouch back to the doorway to go and turn off the TV. On his way to the other room, he secretly imagined to himself just how willing and responsive Miyata would be as soon as they both would be stark naked on the bed they lovingly shared, and Kimura knew he could hardly wait for it to happen for real.

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"Isn't this a little too much?" Miyata asked haltingly almost right after he had entered the bedroom. Most of the current illumination was coming from scented candles that had been lit here and there within the room. Additionally, there were fresh cut flowers, including some dashing roses, in a couple of big vases close to the bed. Exactly when had Kimura had the time to prepare something like that? Miyata could only stand still dumbfounded warily glancing around the room.

"It definitely isn't," Kimura disagreed sitting on the edge of the bed, dressed in nothing but his robe. But that scene wasn't the only reason why the younger man had such a surprised expression on his face. Which, in spite of all that, quickly changed into another shape that was now expressing sudden fear.

"What's wrong, Miyata? I didn't mean to scare you like that, my dearest," Kimura blurted out hastily, getting up on his feet to embrace the frightened man as fast as possible.

"No, that's not it," Miyata said immediately, shortly resting his head on the broad chest he knew so well.

"What is it then?" Kimura's fingers slid gently through the raven curls to calm down the younger man.

"Well, usually… There's an anniversary of some sort or at least something similar when you go through all the trouble and do this kind of a thing. But today, have I forgotten something important?" Miyata's eyes were big and round when he raised his gaze to look at the man embracing him.

"Oh! No need to worry! It's nothing like that. Although there truly is something important, really really important," Kimura answered stroking the cute cheeks right in front of him, shortly pressing his eager lips on his lover's moist lips and engaged them both in a heated kiss.

"Let's go to bed, I want to feel all of you already," Kimura coaxed with a tender tone unbuttoning the front of Miyata's shirt with his nimble fingers. Unfortunately he didn't have the pleasure to start with taking off the apron since Miyata wasn't clad in it any longer.

"Kimura-san, please, you have to explain this to me." The look in Miyata's eyes as he spoke didn't show any sign of unwillingness, he was merely quite bewildered by the evidently impetuous progression.

"If you really want to know why I'm so horny for you, you gotta get into the bed and let me touch you. I really need that body of yours before I can do anything else." The way that Kimura expressed himself left absolutely no room for refusal. But Miyata wasn't irritated by such aggressiveness anymore. If the man he loved wanted him that much, it was surely going to be pleasurable for himself as well.

With some help from Kimura, Miyata finally got his clothes off. The way that the older man's fingers had skimmed over his underwear, as light as a feather, especially all over those most sensible parts of his body, had been exceptionally irresistible this time. It wasn't as though it would have been something that hadn't happened ever before, but nevertheless, it was undeniably the kind of thing that Miyata enjoyed a lot. Feeling how the anticipation grew within him a bit by bit, how all of his senses were completely captured by even the tiniest things that his lover was doing to him, that was something he treasured a lot more than he could have ever expressed. Very often undressing sensuously before actual sex was a light prelude to all of the other proficient things that Kimura offered him as a proper foreplay.

Eventually Miyata was lying completely naked on his back on the bed, Kimura mounting his body, holding him gently in his arms, occasionally looking deep into the dark eyes. Although they were just idly lying there, adhered to each other, giving a plenty of long and lasting kisses on the lips, it already felt a lot as though they would have been just one being.

"Kimura-san…" Miyata murmured when he felt the other man's wet lips on his neck, obviously nibbling his skin enough to leave a visible mark. "You were… Going to talk about…"

"Ah…" Kimura raised the upper part of his body just enough to see Miyata's flushed face and to caress those heated cheeks with his other hand. "You're just too beautiful…"

"If it was anyone but you saying that, there would've been a definite whack from me," Miyata remarked rather bitterly.

"Oi oi, you're always so violent, my love. But I guess I'm fascinated by that roughness myself." The older man winked his other eye playfully.

"Kimura-san, I know you're smooth-tongued but I'd really like you to get to the point. Lately I've honestly wanted to understand your tremendous needs but, to my mind, they've certainly exceeded in every imaginable way a long time ago," the slightly uneasy younger man expressed his thoughts as frankly as he could.

"Miyata, tell me something first." All of a sudden Kimura's voice sounded really serious. "Do you hate me like this?"

"Don't say such things, Kimura-san!" Miyata opposed at once. "I wouldn't be here like this if I felt that way and you should know that better than anyone!"

"I'm sorry," Kimura apologized sincerely and pressed his lips briefly on Miyata's to give him yet another kiss. "Right now… You're my everything, Ichirou, and I'm sort of desperate to find new ways to tell how much you mean to me…"

"Kimura-san, what do you mean… You know you don't have to phrase it so thoroughly. Every word I need is already projected in your eyes, but even so, I haven't quite learnt to read your mind yet. Not to mention the amount of body language you regularly use," Miyata admitted candidly. "If it were only about boxing, there wouldn't be a single unclear thing to me. But when you're expressing your feelings this way… It often confuses me a lot."

"Miyata, you truly surprise me when you talk like that!" Kimura yelled all of a sudden, making the man below him blink and squirm wildly. "You really are understanding me even without a single word. Suddenly I'm very proud of you." His tender hands caressed his lover's face, tilting it slightly to the side to have an ideal access to the inviting mouth that opened up for him when he lightly poked the closed lips with his agile tongue. His tongue soon met the other tongue that he began to lick with the tip of his tongue.

"That was your reward for those words you just said, Ichirou," Kimura said heatedly, panting heavily after their fervent kiss.

"But you still haven't replied to me, Kimura-san," the younger man pointed out gently brushing away the drool that was trickling on Kimura's stubbly chin with the tip of his index finger.

"Alright then," Kimura said rolling sluggishly to his right side, still holding on to Miyata's body.

With a low, soft, and unhurried voice Kimura began to tell Miyata everything as well as he could, occasionally stopping to find better words to express himself. Throughout the whole time the younger man listened to him, not interrupting him once, only nodding every now and then to show he was listening attentively. What Kimura focused on in his narration, was especially the time when Miyata had finally given up boxing, as well as the time when they had decided to start living together. However, no matter how hard he tried to look for an adequate way to convey the feelings he had had back then, and how he was feeling right now, it began to seem as if nothing was enough.

"I think you already know this but I'll say it again. I've never been in love with anyone or anything like this before. Being with you like this makes me feel like the most fortunate being in the world," Kimura confessed lastly as he brushed a few unrelenting strands of hair off from Miyata's temple. "And I really do love you just the way you are, Ichirou."

"Kimura-san," Miyata gasped frantically although he knew very well he had had been blessed with similar words numerous times before. "How can you say all of those things? How can I be the right one, the only one for you?"

"As a matter of fact, sometimes just the way you say my name is enough. There has always been a special nuance in the way that you call me," Kimura explained smiling brightly. "And when you call me by my first name, I'm going nuts, totally out of my mind. But I love it, and just can't ever get enough of that feeling that a single word can trigger in me. But yes, you're the only one who can do that. That's one of the multiple reasons."

Miyata laughed a little. "You really do go wild if I repeat your name during sex…"

"Yes, those moments I'm filled with intoxicating emotions that flow all around my body looking mercilessly for an exit," the older man admitted grinning widely, placing his other hand on his lover's chest to pinch his appealing nipples a little. "And I'm pretty sure you know just the way those emotions erupt from me, my dear Ichirou."

"And that's what you want to do now? You want to come inside me?" The questions were asked so unscrupulously that Kimura could hardly believe his ears.

"You know you don't have to ask me!" Was the zealous yell that made the younger man burst into amused laughter.

"Tatsuya-san… Take me," Miyata pled sensuously, then fluttering his eyelashes a couple of times, straightening his muscular arms above his head to appear more yielding to his lover.

No other person could have pronounced each and every syllable of his name as gracefully as the one Kimura was deeply in love with. Furthermore, he highly believed that no one else could have made him feel so strongly attached and attracted to a fellow human being.

"Ichirou, are you planning to make me even more maudlin than I already am?" Kimura was nearly weeping as he pressed his body tightly against the younger man's slender body.

"Actually, I think I'm looking forward to…" Miyata paused for a couple of seconds to move his lips closer to his lover's ear. "Some beastly humping."

"You know just how much I love it when you talk dirty," were the last words Kimura bothered to say before he squeezed the sweet and taut buttocks of his cohabitant with both of his hands, and leisurely began to search for the seemingly hardening organ between his lover's legs.

Even if Miyata had earlier mentioned the word "limit", there didn't seem to be one anywhere near by when their exceedingly heated bodies were tightly connected to each other. As a matter of fact, it hadn't been that long since they had been in the same kind of a situation. Only that very morning Kimura had wanted to enter the inclined sphincter he was now banging into again. However, this time Miyata had crawled on all fours on the bed to give Kimura a better access to thrust his throbbing cock deeper and deeper into that lustful hole.

"Tatsu… Tatsuya-san!" Miyata either mewled or screamed or gasped, depending on how much power Kimura used to hit the sweet spot inside him.

"Ichirou…" Kimura panted right by his lover's ear, leaning his head on the muscular shoulder. "It feels so damn good. I just can't have enough of you…"

Miyata turned his head a little to exchange a few hasty kisses with the other man that kept moving his hips fiercely above him, pumping his rock hard cock repeatedly into the rhythmically pulsating orifice that willingly took him in. For a fleeting moment a solitary thought filled Miyata's mind, how could it always feel so indescribably amazing to be like this with the one he dearly cared about? But it wasn't just that, Miyata knew he wasn't there just to have his body taken by his partner. Kimura didn't act like that, it wasn't his way only to take and not give anything back. On the contrary, always, like right now, Kimura made certain that his each and every touch, his tiniest actions, his words as well as the tone of his voice during sex, were all filled with his deepest and truest feelings. If Miyata suddenly began to cry, it definitely wasn't because the other man was ramming too hard or painfully into him, but because he couldn't help but become emotional every now and then while they were making love.

But at the moment Miyata could only be happy. His body was in safe hands, he was with the right person, that special someone he could trust from the bottom of his heart. And he strongly believed those feelings were mutual.

"Ichirou," he heard Kimura calling his name again.

"Aaah, nngh…" A wonderfully pleasant feeling spread from his lower back down to his feet, and up along his spine and neck to the very top of his head. The abrupt shivers caused by that feeling became even severer as he felt a pair of lips fumbling his neck just below his ear.

"Tatsu…ya-san," Miyata managed to utter before he let out another loud moan.

"Ichirou, turn to me and show me a smile," Kimura asked stopping the thrusting piecemeal for a moment to brush his fingertips gently over Miyata's stiff nipples.

There was no need to ask twice as Miyata offered his loveliest smile to the other man who replied to it with his own.

"I want you so much, not just sex, but to be close to you." Right then Kimura's eyes shone so brightly that Miyata had to blink his eyes, thus making his long eyelashes flutter alluringly. And it certainly seemed to enrapture Kimura even further.

"I know, Tatsuya-san," Miyata mumbled eventually. "Don't worry so much 'cause you know I'm not going anywhere from you side."

There was a short silence, then a proper, full-length, full-service French kiss, before Kimura placed his hands tightly on Miyata's sweating hips. From that deed it was easy to guess what was about to happen, that soon Kimura was going to fill him with his fluids. Panting heavily Miyata pressed his right cheek against a pillow to support himself and grasped the sheets tightly in his fists, arching his back more, pushing his ass even higher in the air that Kimura could enter him properly. Although his mind was almost blank, he still wanted to offer his partner as pleasing conditions as it was possible.

And indeed, Kimura did enjoy the enticing view as well as what his body and mind were going through as he pushed himself deep into Miyata's ass. Shortly he joined the younger man's endless moaning, not being able to constrain it any longer. The sweet scents from the candles and flowers filled his nose as he breathed in heavily. Other than that, Miyata's body was the only thing that existed to him that moment just before he felt the rapid spasms building up in his groin, and how he eventually emitted a notable amount of come right inside the cleft of his lover's ass.

Very carefully Kimura cradled the younger man's body in his arms and shortly they both lay down on the crumpled sheets. At first they stayed still, catching their breath. Then after a while Kimura turned Miyata's body a little to face him, to give him sweet and loving kisses on his face, neck, shoulders, and arms, slyly moving his other hand all the way on his lover's come-coated cock. It began to twitch loyally as soon as he moved his fingers along it. After knowing the other man for so long, it wasn't difficult for Kimura to do just the kinds of things that Miyata liked the most.

"Tatsuya-san," Miyata let out a weary cry.

Kimura just smiled at him, stroking the younger man's cheek with his free hand.

"Even if I can never have enough of you, this part of you isn't showing any signs of enervation, either," Kimura smirked sliding his thumb along the leaking slit, then using it and his index finger to pull back the foreskin from the head of his lover's cock.

"Unngh!" Miyata could only moan and whimper when those fingers were shortly replaced by a wet mouth that gradually encircled his whole rapidly pulsating length.

"It's not good if I can't make you come," Kimura insisted after a whopping slurp, obviously more to himself than anyone else, and took teasingly another one of Miyata's balls into his mouth while his fist worked on the hard cock.

All of Kimura's actions from then on provoked more and more endearing reactions from his beloved companion. In the end Kimura was on his knees on the bed while Miyata was standing up, sliding his hard-on deeper into the other man's wide open mouth, at the same time letting out more and more moans ceaselessly. Throughout the time that Kimura sucked and licked the whole length of that delicious cock, and gulped it deeper and deeper into his mouth, Miyata fiddled with the soft hair at the back of Kimura's neck. Gradually the younger man became increasingly ravenous, all of that greediness packing into his most sensitive parts, wanting to burst out showily and powerfully. It was only a matter of time that he was going to reach that very point as Kimura's smooth lips and wet tongue were still pressed tightly against his cock.

"Tatsuya-san!" Miyata shortly yelled at the top of his lungs, his hips shaking furiously, his come flowing wildly into Kimura's mouth that couldn't take it all, as a part of it began to leak from the corners of his mouth along his chin to his neck. All the same, he gulped down most of it and even licked the rest from Miyata's genital area.

"That was a feast," Kimura grinned licking his lips after the last drop.

Apparently, Miyata was unable to say anything to that comment. His legs were trembling as he slowly descended on the bed to lie down and calm down after the vehement experience he had just gone through.

"There really isn't anything better than you in this whole world," Kimura whispered breathlessly into the younger man's ear after collapsing on the bed with a big thud. It was one of the rarest moments when he had the chance to gaze at his lover's languid and erotic appearance without a single inhibition between them. Savouring it little by little gave him another share of pleasure.

"Tatsuya-san…" The tone of Miyata's voice sounded meek. "I think I can't… Not even take a shower…"

"Dear Ichirou, you don't have to say that, I can see that you're tired," Kimura replied gently, stroking the strands of hair right above Miyata's ear. "Go to sleep. I promise I'll tuck you up cozily under the comforter and blow out the candles."

"Ummh… Well… Good night, Tatsuya-san," Miyata mumbled looking at Kimura with drowsy eyes. "I… Love you…" His drooping eyelids closed and shortly he had already fallen asleep like a little boy.

For a while Kimura just admired his own sleeping beauty who really must have been exhausted. After all, sex hadn't been the only physical exercise he had done that day.

Somewhat unwillingly Kimura got up to blow off the candles that were still burning and opened the bedroom door a little to let the air mix. The tiredness was slowly beginning to take him over, too, as he crawled back into the bed and settled the double comforter cozily on sleeping Miyata and himself.

However, Kimura couldn't calm himself down enough to fall asleep as he just had to watch over the young man sleeping right beside him. That man, that person, that human truly meant everything to him, and just thinking about it made Kimura feel sudden pressure in his heart. Although he himself was merely a rather feeble man, he had been blessed with the most precious gift that gave him an enormous amount of joy and pleasure in his life. If there was a God, Kimura thanked him quietly, and very cautiously took the sleeping man's hand in his and knitted their fingers tenderly.

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