33 - 15th_moon
I foolishly promised to write smut when this community reached 100 watchers. ;o; But I was productive and wrote this yesterday. And look! Now we have 100 watchers and I have ~1900 words of smut for you. :Db
I'm only a little sorry that this destroys the opportunity for a post-birthday party fivesome.
They are drunk from the champagne and the beer and the currently unnamed but highly alcoholic concoction Aiba had invented during the evening and they stumble through Ohno's door, giggling and hanging on to each other, like there is some kind of a huge joke somewhere and they are the only two people who can see it. Ohno's hand is resting in the nape of Nino's neck, fingers in his hair, while Nino tries to kick his shoes off.
"I can't decide," Nino whispers into Ohno's ear, slow and quiet, like he's imparting a terrible secret. "If I get more jealous or turned on when I watch you kiss someone else." His lips brush against Ohno's ear and then it's just logical to lick the earlobe next. Ohno giggles some more and tries to pull away from Nino, but Nino already has Ohno pretty much trapped between him and the wall so he can't get very far. Nino plants his mouth on the spot just below Ohno's ear and licks at the skin, tasting the salty tang of sweat. "But I know that when I'm not watching I'm just jealous. Even when it's Sho or Aiba or Jun. That's my secret."
Ohno's fingers wrap around Nino's arms, the hold almost too tight while he struggles to stay standing. Nino isn't sure Ohno even remembers the earlier conversation about secrets until Ohno says: "I have a secret too." He sounds breathless and he's looking at Nino in that way that Nino can't quite understand. He wonders if Ohno is as drunk as he had seemed just moments before. Maybe, with Ohno, it had been more about the laughter and the happiness that had wrapped around them at the party than the alcohol. Ohno's eyes are a little glassy, but they are looking at Nino steadily.
"Are you going to tell me your secret?" Nino asks and leans closer, brushes his lips against Ohno's cheek, butterfly light. His nose rubs against Ohno's skin and the touch spreads warmth all over his body while shivers that have nothing to do with the temperature travel down his spine, wave after wave, until he realizes his hands are shaking a little where they are holding Ohno's waist.
Ohno moves, rolling his body against Nino's, pressing them firmly against each other, hips pressed snugly together. Nino moves against Ohno and feels himself starting to harden when Ohno lets out a soft sound from the back of his throat. Both of Ohno's hands are in his hair but there is no pressure. Ohno doesn't try to pull him into a kiss or yank his head to the side to trail kisses down his neck. Nino wants Ohno to pull at him, to arrange him into whatever position he wants, but Ohno's touch remains gentle. He rolls his hips against Ohno again and Ohno grunts. His hold on Nino tightens, but only a fraction. "Will you tell me?" Nino asks again.
"I love this town. I love living here," Ohno says and Nino waits patiently, knowing there's more. "But I would leave. With you," he whispers, eyes wide and wondering. "For you. If you asked."
Nino can't handle the wave of emotion that travels through him. He breathes out and his breath flutters unsteadily. He doesn't know what he should say, so he just kisses Ohno, kisses him as firmly, as deeply as he can. He feels steady, only a little light-headed from all the alcohol from earlier. It's like Ohno's words have burned most of his drunkenness away. He kisses Ohno again and again and they breathe only the air from each other, only short gasps before Nino has to press his lips on Ohno's once more.
Ohno's hands have dropped from his hair to his hips and Ohno pulls him close, as close as possible, arching off the wall, pressing against Nino and Nino can't stop kissing him. Ohno's breaths are coming out as heavy sighs, with soft noises every time Nino thrusts against him.
They are still fully clothed and Nino wants, wants so much that when Ohno mumbles "Bed..." into the kiss, Nino stumbles backwards and almost loses his balance in his haste to drag Ohno into the bedroom.
He hasn't even gotten his trainers off, Nino realizes when he drops on Ohno's bed, pulling him down with himself. He laughs a little and then Ohno is kissing him again and pressing his knee between Nino's legs and Nino forgets about shoes and clothes and everything and just rubs against Ohno and grabs at him, anywhere he can touch bare skin.
"Will you?" Ohno asks in the curve of Nino's neck. Nino moans and pulls Ohno's shirt over his head and thinks of skin and warmth and Satoshi. He thinks how he has always been a selfish person, but he doesn't know if he can answer Ohno's question. Mostly he just thinks: more.
Ohno moves away and takes off his own shoes, and then Nino's, while Nino pulls his shirt off and reaches for the condoms and lube from the bedside table. When he turns around Ohno is already naked, sitting on the edge of the bed watching him. He drops the items from his hands on the bed, reaches for Ohno and climbs into his lap. "What do you want?" he asks and reaches down, tracing one finger along Ohno's cock, keeping his touch light. Ohno frowns at him and his fingers dig into Nino's thighs through the coarse fabric of his jeans.
Nino raises himself up over Ohno, his knees on both sides of Ohno's legs and unzips his jeans. His hands are shaking on the zipper when Ohno kisses his stomach and trails his tongue over his ribs. Then Ohno's hands are on his hips, flipping them around, pressing Nino into the mattress. Small, impatient sounds escape Nino's lips while Ohno pulls his jeans and underwear off and then there's just skin and the urgency comes back full force.
"More. Now," Nino thinks or maybe says it aloud, he isn't sure anymore, and Ohno presses their bodies together. Ohno thrusts against him, once, twice, their erections sliding together. Their bodies fit together, lock with ease, and Nino can't stop thinking how right this all feels. Can't stop thinking that Ohno might be the part of his life that has been missing until now. But that might be just because of the sex.
Nino knows it isn't just that.
Ohno's fingers trace the curve of his eyebrow and slide across his cheek. They linger for a moment at the corner of his mouth before tracing his upper lip, before sliding into his mouth. Ohno's fingers are long, elegant, and Nino licks at them, sucks them, presses his tongue over the soft pads of his fingers and flicks it around the calluses. Ohno's face is close to his, so close that Nino can hear the soft hitch of his breath.
Ohno pulls back and takes his hand away and Nino almost whimpers when the touch vanishes. But Ohno only picks up the lube before coming back and kissing Nino, mouth hot and demanding and Nino melts against him and spreads his legs wider.
He lets out a long, satisfied hum when one of Ohno's fingers presses into him, gently teasing him open. "I..." Ohno says, but doesn't continue, just pushes another finger in and Nino laughs from the pleasure, wriggles his hips and wraps one leg around Ohno's waist. The frown of concentration on Ohno's face disappears and he looks up at Nino and grins. It's so out of place with the red hot lust flowing through Nino that it makes him laugh more and bury his face into his hands. It's not because he's embarrassed - he really isn't - but because his affection threatens to overflow, threatens to spill out of his eyes and mouth, and it's scary and overwhelming.
"Nino," Ohno says and Nino can hear the pout in his voice. He obediently drops his hands away from his face and looks at Ohno.
"Enough already, Satoshi," Nino says and grins, tries to control his breathing. "Go on." He pushes into Ohno's touch and Ohno nods.
When Ohno pulls his fingers away, Nino turns around and kneels on the bed. He can feel Ohno hesitate for a second. "Like this?" Ohno asks.
"Like this," Nino answers and thinks that he can't let Ohno see what he knows is written all over his face and he can't look at Ohno right now and possibly find something in his eyes that is supposed to be hidden. There are other secrets too and Nino isn't completely sure he is allowed access to them all. Not yet. And he needs something about this not to be so sweet that it's heartbreaking.
Ohno pushes into him slowly, even gentler than the first time in Sho's car, a lifetime ago. Nino lets out a breath that is almost a sob and doesn't care that his legs are shaking. He concentrates on not coming from only having Ohno in him, because while nervous shivers aren't embarrassing, that would be. Ohno thrusts once and Nino drops his head, presses his forehead into a pillow. One of Ohno's hands slides up and down Nino's spine before grabbing his hip again. Ohno pushes deeper now, finding a rhythm, and Nino pins his eyes closed, bites his lip to resist the urge to reach down to palm his own erection, because it would mean that this would be over and Nino wants more, needs this to go on as long as it can. Then Ohno grabs him and pulls him up, into his lap and the angle is right now, so right. But Ohno's thrusts turn into short jerks of his hips and Ohno's arms shake around Nino.
"Stop," Nino sighs. "Stop." And Ohno stills, his breaths hot against Nino's neck. "Against the wall, come on," Nino says and moves, propping his arms on the wall at the head of the bed, shifting his weight away from Ohno. He presses his forehead firmly against the cool surface of the wall and pushes back with every thrust.
Ohno is pressing kisses on his neck and shoulders, his lips moving distractedly over his skin. "Nino," he says and reaches around Nino, fingers still slick with lube.
"No," Nino manages to breathe out, but it's only two strokes and a twist of Ohno's wrist and he's gone, coming with an actual yell. Oh god, Nino thinks and his thoughts come as fractured and stuttering as his breaths. He can never tease Sho of being loud ever again. (At least when Ohno's around.)
"I have another secret," Ohno says, his breaths puffing against Nino's ear. He's still moving, but it's fast and urgent and Nino wonders how he can still talk at all.
His own throat refuses to work and all he can manage is a soft "ah..." but then Ohno is coming too. Nino can feel the muscles in Ohno's legs and stomach tensing and the drag of his eyelashes against his shoulder. For a while they just stay where they are and breathe, and Nino thinks: Are you going to tell me all your secrets?
"I have another secret," Ohno says again and wraps his arms around Nino's chest, his palm settling over Nino's heart in an already familiar gesture.
Nino nods and swallows, nervous and happy. "Me too," he says.
I'm only a little sorry that this destroys the opportunity for a post-birthday party fivesome.
They are drunk from the champagne and the beer and the currently unnamed but highly alcoholic concoction Aiba had invented during the evening and they stumble through Ohno's door, giggling and hanging on to each other, like there is some kind of a huge joke somewhere and they are the only two people who can see it. Ohno's hand is resting in the nape of Nino's neck, fingers in his hair, while Nino tries to kick his shoes off.
"I can't decide," Nino whispers into Ohno's ear, slow and quiet, like he's imparting a terrible secret. "If I get more jealous or turned on when I watch you kiss someone else." His lips brush against Ohno's ear and then it's just logical to lick the earlobe next. Ohno giggles some more and tries to pull away from Nino, but Nino already has Ohno pretty much trapped between him and the wall so he can't get very far. Nino plants his mouth on the spot just below Ohno's ear and licks at the skin, tasting the salty tang of sweat. "But I know that when I'm not watching I'm just jealous. Even when it's Sho or Aiba or Jun. That's my secret."
Ohno's fingers wrap around Nino's arms, the hold almost too tight while he struggles to stay standing. Nino isn't sure Ohno even remembers the earlier conversation about secrets until Ohno says: "I have a secret too." He sounds breathless and he's looking at Nino in that way that Nino can't quite understand. He wonders if Ohno is as drunk as he had seemed just moments before. Maybe, with Ohno, it had been more about the laughter and the happiness that had wrapped around them at the party than the alcohol. Ohno's eyes are a little glassy, but they are looking at Nino steadily.
"Are you going to tell me your secret?" Nino asks and leans closer, brushes his lips against Ohno's cheek, butterfly light. His nose rubs against Ohno's skin and the touch spreads warmth all over his body while shivers that have nothing to do with the temperature travel down his spine, wave after wave, until he realizes his hands are shaking a little where they are holding Ohno's waist.
Ohno moves, rolling his body against Nino's, pressing them firmly against each other, hips pressed snugly together. Nino moves against Ohno and feels himself starting to harden when Ohno lets out a soft sound from the back of his throat. Both of Ohno's hands are in his hair but there is no pressure. Ohno doesn't try to pull him into a kiss or yank his head to the side to trail kisses down his neck. Nino wants Ohno to pull at him, to arrange him into whatever position he wants, but Ohno's touch remains gentle. He rolls his hips against Ohno again and Ohno grunts. His hold on Nino tightens, but only a fraction. "Will you tell me?" Nino asks again.
"I love this town. I love living here," Ohno says and Nino waits patiently, knowing there's more. "But I would leave. With you," he whispers, eyes wide and wondering. "For you. If you asked."
Nino can't handle the wave of emotion that travels through him. He breathes out and his breath flutters unsteadily. He doesn't know what he should say, so he just kisses Ohno, kisses him as firmly, as deeply as he can. He feels steady, only a little light-headed from all the alcohol from earlier. It's like Ohno's words have burned most of his drunkenness away. He kisses Ohno again and again and they breathe only the air from each other, only short gasps before Nino has to press his lips on Ohno's once more.
Ohno's hands have dropped from his hair to his hips and Ohno pulls him close, as close as possible, arching off the wall, pressing against Nino and Nino can't stop kissing him. Ohno's breaths are coming out as heavy sighs, with soft noises every time Nino thrusts against him.
They are still fully clothed and Nino wants, wants so much that when Ohno mumbles "Bed..." into the kiss, Nino stumbles backwards and almost loses his balance in his haste to drag Ohno into the bedroom.
He hasn't even gotten his trainers off, Nino realizes when he drops on Ohno's bed, pulling him down with himself. He laughs a little and then Ohno is kissing him again and pressing his knee between Nino's legs and Nino forgets about shoes and clothes and everything and just rubs against Ohno and grabs at him, anywhere he can touch bare skin.
"Will you?" Ohno asks in the curve of Nino's neck. Nino moans and pulls Ohno's shirt over his head and thinks of skin and warmth and Satoshi. He thinks how he has always been a selfish person, but he doesn't know if he can answer Ohno's question. Mostly he just thinks: more.
Ohno moves away and takes off his own shoes, and then Nino's, while Nino pulls his shirt off and reaches for the condoms and lube from the bedside table. When he turns around Ohno is already naked, sitting on the edge of the bed watching him. He drops the items from his hands on the bed, reaches for Ohno and climbs into his lap. "What do you want?" he asks and reaches down, tracing one finger along Ohno's cock, keeping his touch light. Ohno frowns at him and his fingers dig into Nino's thighs through the coarse fabric of his jeans.
Nino raises himself up over Ohno, his knees on both sides of Ohno's legs and unzips his jeans. His hands are shaking on the zipper when Ohno kisses his stomach and trails his tongue over his ribs. Then Ohno's hands are on his hips, flipping them around, pressing Nino into the mattress. Small, impatient sounds escape Nino's lips while Ohno pulls his jeans and underwear off and then there's just skin and the urgency comes back full force.
"More. Now," Nino thinks or maybe says it aloud, he isn't sure anymore, and Ohno presses their bodies together. Ohno thrusts against him, once, twice, their erections sliding together. Their bodies fit together, lock with ease, and Nino can't stop thinking how right this all feels. Can't stop thinking that Ohno might be the part of his life that has been missing until now. But that might be just because of the sex.
Nino knows it isn't just that.
Ohno's fingers trace the curve of his eyebrow and slide across his cheek. They linger for a moment at the corner of his mouth before tracing his upper lip, before sliding into his mouth. Ohno's fingers are long, elegant, and Nino licks at them, sucks them, presses his tongue over the soft pads of his fingers and flicks it around the calluses. Ohno's face is close to his, so close that Nino can hear the soft hitch of his breath.
Ohno pulls back and takes his hand away and Nino almost whimpers when the touch vanishes. But Ohno only picks up the lube before coming back and kissing Nino, mouth hot and demanding and Nino melts against him and spreads his legs wider.
He lets out a long, satisfied hum when one of Ohno's fingers presses into him, gently teasing him open. "I..." Ohno says, but doesn't continue, just pushes another finger in and Nino laughs from the pleasure, wriggles his hips and wraps one leg around Ohno's waist. The frown of concentration on Ohno's face disappears and he looks up at Nino and grins. It's so out of place with the red hot lust flowing through Nino that it makes him laugh more and bury his face into his hands. It's not because he's embarrassed - he really isn't - but because his affection threatens to overflow, threatens to spill out of his eyes and mouth, and it's scary and overwhelming.
"Nino," Ohno says and Nino can hear the pout in his voice. He obediently drops his hands away from his face and looks at Ohno.
"Enough already, Satoshi," Nino says and grins, tries to control his breathing. "Go on." He pushes into Ohno's touch and Ohno nods.
When Ohno pulls his fingers away, Nino turns around and kneels on the bed. He can feel Ohno hesitate for a second. "Like this?" Ohno asks.
"Like this," Nino answers and thinks that he can't let Ohno see what he knows is written all over his face and he can't look at Ohno right now and possibly find something in his eyes that is supposed to be hidden. There are other secrets too and Nino isn't completely sure he is allowed access to them all. Not yet. And he needs something about this not to be so sweet that it's heartbreaking.
Ohno pushes into him slowly, even gentler than the first time in Sho's car, a lifetime ago. Nino lets out a breath that is almost a sob and doesn't care that his legs are shaking. He concentrates on not coming from only having Ohno in him, because while nervous shivers aren't embarrassing, that would be. Ohno thrusts once and Nino drops his head, presses his forehead into a pillow. One of Ohno's hands slides up and down Nino's spine before grabbing his hip again. Ohno pushes deeper now, finding a rhythm, and Nino pins his eyes closed, bites his lip to resist the urge to reach down to palm his own erection, because it would mean that this would be over and Nino wants more, needs this to go on as long as it can. Then Ohno grabs him and pulls him up, into his lap and the angle is right now, so right. But Ohno's thrusts turn into short jerks of his hips and Ohno's arms shake around Nino.
"Stop," Nino sighs. "Stop." And Ohno stills, his breaths hot against Nino's neck. "Against the wall, come on," Nino says and moves, propping his arms on the wall at the head of the bed, shifting his weight away from Ohno. He presses his forehead firmly against the cool surface of the wall and pushes back with every thrust.
Ohno is pressing kisses on his neck and shoulders, his lips moving distractedly over his skin. "Nino," he says and reaches around Nino, fingers still slick with lube.
"No," Nino manages to breathe out, but it's only two strokes and a twist of Ohno's wrist and he's gone, coming with an actual yell. Oh god, Nino thinks and his thoughts come as fractured and stuttering as his breaths. He can never tease Sho of being loud ever again. (At least when Ohno's around.)
"I have another secret," Ohno says, his breaths puffing against Nino's ear. He's still moving, but it's fast and urgent and Nino wonders how he can still talk at all.
His own throat refuses to work and all he can manage is a soft "ah..." but then Ohno is coming too. Nino can feel the muscles in Ohno's legs and stomach tensing and the drag of his eyelashes against his shoulder. For a while they just stay where they are and breathe, and Nino thinks: Are you going to tell me all your secrets?
"I have another secret," Ohno says again and wraps his arms around Nino's chest, his palm settling over Nino's heart in an already familiar gesture.
Nino nods and swallows, nervous and happy. "Me too," he says.