[Arashi] [Ohmiya] Adventures with Porn
[Title] Adventures with Porn (aka: PWP doesn't deserve a TITLE)
[Author] honooko
[Rating] R/NC-17
[Notes] On a whim, I plugged my thumb drive in to peruse what the hell was on there. I found finished porn. This is almost a year old!
Nino bought the DVD on a whim; he’d passed the store more than once in Akihabara and something about the glimpse he caught walking by the open door reminded him suddenly of Ohno. It might have been a simple curve of bicep or drawn-out note. Regardless, he snickered to himself and bought it. After getting home, he settled himself on the couch, well aware that Ohno would be coming over in ten or so minutes. He started the movie and sat back to watch.
Stepping through to door and calling a greeting, Ohno frowned at the tone of Nino’s voice when he called back. There was a slightly breathy drawling quality to it that he knew was familiar, but without knowing why. Normally he could pinpoint Nino’s moods perfectly with the sound of his voice, but this sound stumped him. Toeing off his socks, he froze as his ears caught the sound of a moan. His heart in his throat, Ohno padded into the living and came to a halt at the sight that greeted him.
The first thing he saw was the TV screen. The couple on the screen was having sex, pretty good sex if the noises coming from the speakers were any indication. But that wasn’t what had him glued to the spot. Instead, his gaze was riveted on Nino. Nino, reclining on his cushy sofa, his pants unbuttoned and touching himself slowly as he smirked at the porn on the screen. Looking up, he caught Ohno’s eye. His smirk softened into a pleased smile and still keeping his gaze focused on the man frozen at the end of his couch, he let his head fall back and moaned.
Ohno climbed right over the arm of the couch in his haste. He kissed Nino, hot and deep, and in one smooth motion was leaning over Nino’s body and wrapping a hand around him. Nino clung to his shoulders, tangling their legs together eagerly as Ohno kissed him, his lips moving to brush his jaw and neck. Laughing to himself, Nino arched against him.
“Like it?”
“What?” Ohno asked distractedly as he slipped a hand under Nino’s shirt. Nino laughed again, running his fingers through Ohno’s hair with a purr.
“The movie. It made me think of you.”
“You could have just told me to come over sooner,” Ohno pointed out, dancing his fingertips across Nino’s nipple. Nino gasped, his eyes sliding closed again and rocking against Ohno’s leg.
“That-spoils the fun,” Nino managed to get out as Ohno pushed his shirt up and off. “And you need to be more naked.”
The couple on screen let out a particularly high cry at the same time as Ohno sucked at Nino’s collarbone. Nino almost batted him off for that; he’d have a nice mark the next day, but as long as he wore a higher necked shirt he’d probably be okay. Besides, it felt amazing to have Ohno’s mouth anywhere on him and he was loath to make it stop. But suddenly, Ohno pulled away, and Nino only barely bit back a whimper before sitting up to follow him.
“What?” he panted, looking at Ohno, clearly not pleased with this whole ‘not touching’ thing. Ohno was gaping at the TV, open-mouthed and baffled. Turning his head, Nino was greeted with the strange sight of a different couple than before, using a candle in what he was pretty sure was not the intended purpose.
“…I’m remembering why I don’t get porn, suddenly,” Nino commented blandly, reaching for the remote. But Ohno caught his wrist, and Nino realized that he was laughing.
“That-it’s just, my sister,” he gasped between snickers, and Nino stared at him, clearly horrified to hear Ohno mention his sister in conjunction with porn. But Ohno spotted the look, and added quickly, “She says candles are sexy. I don’t think this is what she meant.”
“Please tell me you are not asking Mina for sex tips,” Nino implored. Ohno burst into laughter again, leaning forward to kiss him reassuringly. Nino turned off the video and pushed Ohno back against the couch cushions, straddling his hips and reminding him what they had been up to before being distracted.
“You are still not naked enough,” Nino commented with a small whine, and Ohno pulled his shirt off obligingly. This was better, but still, not naked. To make his point clear, Nino rocked his hips roughly against Ohno and was pleased to find an answering hardness, not that there was any doubt Ohno was turned on. Even better, Ohno was turning him around on his lap, which usually meant-
“Oh fuck, yes,” Nino choked, his back arching against Ohno’s chest as Ohno’s hand curled around him again. Sex with Ohno was always good, but he gave amazing handjobs. Nino could recall several all-day rehearsals made significantly more tolerable by Ohno’s talented fingers. He loved to watched those artists hands on his body, loved how the calluses dragged against his skin, loved the way Ohno simply knew exactly how to make Nino go to pieces.
Ohno kissed Nino’s nape, making a small twisting flick of his wrist, and Nino was shuddering, his head falling back onto Ohno’s shoulder as he shook. Ohno’s free hand came up to curl across Nino’s belly. Once the quakes had subsided, Nino slid from Ohno’s lap to the floor, turning and putting his hands on Ohno’s knees. Ohno swallowed hard; he knew what was coming.
Nino leaned forwards, popping Ohno’s pants’ button and pulling down the zipper slowly with his teeth. Ohno groaned; Nino’s face that close to his groin was torture, but he was fairly sure it was a promise, not a tease. Sure enough, Nino lifted his erection free and took one long lick all the way along the underside. Ohno put a hand on the back of Nino’s head; not fisting in his hair, just stroking gently, reverently.
Always one to be encouraged by attention, Nino tongued the slit before taking the head in his mouth completely. Ohno moaned, tension coiling hot in his belly. Nino dragged a fingertip up his base and he shivered; then Nino was swallowing him and humming. The vibrations alone would have been enough, but then Nino gave just the tiniest hint of teeth, borderline between pleasure and pain, and Ohno was gone. He came with a soft, “Oh-“ and once done, Nino rested his cheek on Ohno’s thigh and beamed up at him smugly.
“What, that.” Ohno babbled weakly at him. “You haven’t done that, that thing before.”
“Which? Oh, teeth? Mmm, seemed like fun,” Nino purred.
“Fun, yeah. Okay,” Ohno said as Nino climbed back up onto the couch. The younger man threw a leg over his and curled up on his shoulder, pleased and sleepy like a cat after dinner, and pressed a kiss to the underside of Ohno’s jaw.
“Know what else is fun?” Nino said.
“What?”
“Body chocolate,” Nino replied, and Ohno found himself realizing for the thousandth time that he was definitely dating the right person.
[Author] honooko
[Rating] R/NC-17
[Notes] On a whim, I plugged my thumb drive in to peruse what the hell was on there. I found finished porn. This is almost a year old!
Nino bought the DVD on a whim; he’d passed the store more than once in Akihabara and something about the glimpse he caught walking by the open door reminded him suddenly of Ohno. It might have been a simple curve of bicep or drawn-out note. Regardless, he snickered to himself and bought it. After getting home, he settled himself on the couch, well aware that Ohno would be coming over in ten or so minutes. He started the movie and sat back to watch.
Stepping through to door and calling a greeting, Ohno frowned at the tone of Nino’s voice when he called back. There was a slightly breathy drawling quality to it that he knew was familiar, but without knowing why. Normally he could pinpoint Nino’s moods perfectly with the sound of his voice, but this sound stumped him. Toeing off his socks, he froze as his ears caught the sound of a moan. His heart in his throat, Ohno padded into the living and came to a halt at the sight that greeted him.
The first thing he saw was the TV screen. The couple on the screen was having sex, pretty good sex if the noises coming from the speakers were any indication. But that wasn’t what had him glued to the spot. Instead, his gaze was riveted on Nino. Nino, reclining on his cushy sofa, his pants unbuttoned and touching himself slowly as he smirked at the porn on the screen. Looking up, he caught Ohno’s eye. His smirk softened into a pleased smile and still keeping his gaze focused on the man frozen at the end of his couch, he let his head fall back and moaned.
Ohno climbed right over the arm of the couch in his haste. He kissed Nino, hot and deep, and in one smooth motion was leaning over Nino’s body and wrapping a hand around him. Nino clung to his shoulders, tangling their legs together eagerly as Ohno kissed him, his lips moving to brush his jaw and neck. Laughing to himself, Nino arched against him.
“Like it?”
“What?” Ohno asked distractedly as he slipped a hand under Nino’s shirt. Nino laughed again, running his fingers through Ohno’s hair with a purr.
“The movie. It made me think of you.”
“You could have just told me to come over sooner,” Ohno pointed out, dancing his fingertips across Nino’s nipple. Nino gasped, his eyes sliding closed again and rocking against Ohno’s leg.
“That-spoils the fun,” Nino managed to get out as Ohno pushed his shirt up and off. “And you need to be more naked.”
The couple on screen let out a particularly high cry at the same time as Ohno sucked at Nino’s collarbone. Nino almost batted him off for that; he’d have a nice mark the next day, but as long as he wore a higher necked shirt he’d probably be okay. Besides, it felt amazing to have Ohno’s mouth anywhere on him and he was loath to make it stop. But suddenly, Ohno pulled away, and Nino only barely bit back a whimper before sitting up to follow him.
“What?” he panted, looking at Ohno, clearly not pleased with this whole ‘not touching’ thing. Ohno was gaping at the TV, open-mouthed and baffled. Turning his head, Nino was greeted with the strange sight of a different couple than before, using a candle in what he was pretty sure was not the intended purpose.
“…I’m remembering why I don’t get porn, suddenly,” Nino commented blandly, reaching for the remote. But Ohno caught his wrist, and Nino realized that he was laughing.
“That-it’s just, my sister,” he gasped between snickers, and Nino stared at him, clearly horrified to hear Ohno mention his sister in conjunction with porn. But Ohno spotted the look, and added quickly, “She says candles are sexy. I don’t think this is what she meant.”
“Please tell me you are not asking Mina for sex tips,” Nino implored. Ohno burst into laughter again, leaning forward to kiss him reassuringly. Nino turned off the video and pushed Ohno back against the couch cushions, straddling his hips and reminding him what they had been up to before being distracted.
“You are still not naked enough,” Nino commented with a small whine, and Ohno pulled his shirt off obligingly. This was better, but still, not naked. To make his point clear, Nino rocked his hips roughly against Ohno and was pleased to find an answering hardness, not that there was any doubt Ohno was turned on. Even better, Ohno was turning him around on his lap, which usually meant-
“Oh fuck, yes,” Nino choked, his back arching against Ohno’s chest as Ohno’s hand curled around him again. Sex with Ohno was always good, but he gave amazing handjobs. Nino could recall several all-day rehearsals made significantly more tolerable by Ohno’s talented fingers. He loved to watched those artists hands on his body, loved how the calluses dragged against his skin, loved the way Ohno simply knew exactly how to make Nino go to pieces.
Ohno kissed Nino’s nape, making a small twisting flick of his wrist, and Nino was shuddering, his head falling back onto Ohno’s shoulder as he shook. Ohno’s free hand came up to curl across Nino’s belly. Once the quakes had subsided, Nino slid from Ohno’s lap to the floor, turning and putting his hands on Ohno’s knees. Ohno swallowed hard; he knew what was coming.
Nino leaned forwards, popping Ohno’s pants’ button and pulling down the zipper slowly with his teeth. Ohno groaned; Nino’s face that close to his groin was torture, but he was fairly sure it was a promise, not a tease. Sure enough, Nino lifted his erection free and took one long lick all the way along the underside. Ohno put a hand on the back of Nino’s head; not fisting in his hair, just stroking gently, reverently.
Always one to be encouraged by attention, Nino tongued the slit before taking the head in his mouth completely. Ohno moaned, tension coiling hot in his belly. Nino dragged a fingertip up his base and he shivered; then Nino was swallowing him and humming. The vibrations alone would have been enough, but then Nino gave just the tiniest hint of teeth, borderline between pleasure and pain, and Ohno was gone. He came with a soft, “Oh-“ and once done, Nino rested his cheek on Ohno’s thigh and beamed up at him smugly.
“What, that.” Ohno babbled weakly at him. “You haven’t done that, that thing before.”
“Which? Oh, teeth? Mmm, seemed like fun,” Nino purred.
“Fun, yeah. Okay,” Ohno said as Nino climbed back up onto the couch. The younger man threw a leg over his and curled up on his shoulder, pleased and sleepy like a cat after dinner, and pressed a kiss to the underside of Ohno’s jaw.
“Know what else is fun?” Nino said.
“What?”
“Body chocolate,” Nino replied, and Ohno found himself realizing for the thousandth time that he was definitely dating the right person.