Happy Birthday Aiba!
Title: Happy Birthday Aiba!
Author: KantanaAmaya
Pairing: Masatoshi [Aiba Masaki/Ohno Satoshi]
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Of course they all remember Aiba's birthday! But what happens to the one who forgets his gift...?
Word Count: 3433.
Disclaimer: I'm just a poor student, trust me, I don't own anything.
Everything started out pretty normal that day. All of Arashi had to meet up on the 24th to shoot a Christmas special for one of their variety shows. That was normal. Everyone in Arashi also knew that there were two holidays that day. The first was Christmas Eve, even though that did not mean as much. The second one? That was the most important. At least between the five of them. The twenty-fourth of December also happened to be Aiba Masaki's birthday. After being together for so long, they knew the date by heart, and always had a chance to prepare something, interesting or not. So, this year, everyone arrived a little early, planning on giving the “middle child” his gifts before they got into hair and makeup.
Even that was normal. Sakurai Sho arrived first, setting his brightly wrapped box down on the floor beside the chair that he always claimed for himself. Whenever he looked at it, however, he sighed. He really was no good at wrapping presents. The only reason he added the huge, shimmery bow was because he wanted to hide a spot that was especially bad, but it only seemed to make the entire package tacky.
'Oh well,' he thought, 'it is Aiba.'
Second to arrive was Matsumoto Jun. His box seemed perfect when compared to the one brought by the rapper, so the older male simply refused to look at it, reading a paper instead. After exchanging standard greetings, and unknown to Sho, a questioning look at his gift by MatsuJun, the typical query was posed.
“What did you get him?”
“A stuffed animal. You?”
“Underwear.”
The surprising response made the older idol look up from his paper, openly showing his confusion to the younger, who was currently concentrating on removing the scarf wrapped around his neck. Without looking back, because from the silence he knew Sho was looking at him, he answered,
“Wait and see.”
And that was enough for Sakurai.
The third to arrive was Ninomiya Kazunari, who came in with a bag stuffed with colored tissue paper. He almost always put presents in bags; it was much easier and just as satisfying for the one opening it. Setting himself down on the comfortably sized loveseat, he put the bag between his feet while he removed his gloves. The young man quickly removed his Nintendo DS from his back pocket, and the other two frowned at the common gesture.
“It's just until he gets here, relax. And I got him a watch.”
He hadn't been asked, but he really didn't need to be, and the other two members all took it in stride. Until the last member, before the birthday boy, arrived. Ohno Satoshi walked in as if it was a normal day of recording. A very normal day of recording. He sat next to Nino on the loveseat, tilting his head back and closing his eyes as if he was not the oddball of the group. Sakurai noticed first, having looked up when the door was opened, but did not want to be the one to tell him. Ninomiya just smirked at his game a little, so it was difficult to tell if the expression was in response to Ohno or the character he just slaughtered. Matsumoto was the only brave one of the group, finally sitting down in a chair to ask:
“Where is your present, Riida?”
The oldest raised his head sleepily, as if registering what he was just asked. His eyes widened with realization before he spoke.
“Ah. I forgot.”
Nino shoved him with his shoulder, rolling his eyes at the nonchalant response. Sakurai had an incredulous look on his face, as if to say 'how could you forget!?'. Again, Jun was the only one to really face the situation. Besides, the young actor was really interested in hearing the answer.
“What are you going to do? He'll be here soon.”
“I'll just get him something that couldn't be wrapped,” was the reply after a brief wait. The others wondered what that would be, but did not question any further, because they knew Aiba would arrive any minute. He always made sure he was the last to arrive when they did this. They weren't sure how, but he was always last that day. And sure enough, there he was, walking in with his trademark smile on his face, greeted by a chorus of “Happy Birthday Aiba”. The now twenty-seven year old's grin just got wider as he took off his coat, saying “thank you” over and over. Sho stood first, grabbing his box and thrusting it into Masaki's face, demanding that he open it first. Truth be told, he just didn't want to be laughed at last. Once the paper was torn, nobody would ever know. Aiba did so gladly, gently taking off the bow before ripping off the paper, not the type to save wrapping paper. After opening the box, he pulled out the stuffed ladybug, looking up at the older male with grateful eyes.
“Look, everyone, isn't it cute??” he asked, receiving all nods in reply. While he was thanking Sho, Nino discreetly put away his DS, acting like he was listening the entire time by asking why Sakurai picked it.
“Masamune, from My Girl, he liked ladybugs, right? So I guess it's also sort of a congratulatory gift.”
Aiba moved the plushie from the top of his head to his hand, hugging Sho so suddenly it shocked him.
“Thank you for the thoughtful present, Sho-kun. And for watching My Girl even though you're busy,” he said quietly, the older male hugging back before insisting that he now open the gift from Matsumoto. He really wanted to know why Jun said he would have to wait and see for himself. Gladly accepting the offer, Aiba took the proffered box from the youngest member, opening it just as hastily. When he looked at the box inside, he giggled, and that really piqued everyone's curiosity.
“Thank you, MatsuJun. I'll make sure to think about you whenever I wear them.”
His declaration earned a “please don't” from the giver, and the others begged Aiba to let them see why they were so funny. Turning the box around to show everybody else, they all chuckled in response as well, since Arashi would be the only ones savvy of the joke's source. Every year, MatsuJun baked or cooked something for Aiba. And every year he thanked him, and every year he told him it was delicious, but every year he had also eaten whatever Jun happened to make him the week before. IT never bothered him, but it bothered Matsumoto, so this year he solved that problem by getting him underwear with cakes on them. The next gift was Nino's bag, since it was the only one left, and Aiba removed the tissue paper, tossing it on top of the gift giver's lap, before pulling out a stunning watch.
“I'm sick of you asking me what time it is.”
The comment sounded mean, but all five of them knew he actually bought it out of love for his friend. Aiba thanked him as well, putting the watch on as soon as he got it out of the box. (“It doesn't have batteries, you know.” “I know, but I just want to wear it. Can I?” “It's your birthday, not mine.”)
Next was the confrontation the three uninvolved parties all feared. What was Ohno going to tell him? If he said he forgot his present at home, then he would still have to bring one, but they did not think Satoshi would just lie like that about something like this. At first, the two just stared at each other, wanting the other person to speak first. Aiba lost the stare-off, having to think of something to say so Ohno wouldn't look at him in such a blank way anymore.
“Riida-”
“Whatever you want.”
Aiba, and everyone else in the room for that matter, turned to look at him. They were all confused, but none could really ask what he meant save for Masaki.
“Huh?”
“Your present is whatever you want. I'll do whatever you want.”
After the recording, MatsuJun would go on to say that that was a clever idea, and Nino agreed with him, although Sho wanted to know what sparked the idea in the first place. On their way to their separate apartments, they shrugged simultaneously, walking in the cold silently the rest of the way. It was completely different for the two remaining members, however. They walked home together, Aiba saying part of what he wanted Ohno to do was keep him company on his birthday. Arashi's Captain agreed, glad that he would be able to help the younger man even without a material present. As the two stepped inside, they took off their shoes and winter wear, stripping back down to their jeans and long-sleeved shirts. They took a seat on the couch and sat in silence for awhile, before Satoshi decided to speak up.
“Is there something you wanted me to do, Aiba-chan?”
The other man just smiles, sliding over to sit next to the artist, the proximity close even for Aiba, before whispering a quick “yes” and gently pressing his lips against Ohno's. It was surprising, to say the least, but it was not, by any means, unwanted. The oldest of the two blinked a few times until Aiba pressed on, pushing Ohno against the armrest of the couch they were seated on. He bit the idol's slightly chapped lower lip and his mouth opened, the birthday boy eagerly sliding his tongue into Satoshi's mouth like it belonged there. Ohno gave out a startled moan, which Masaki also swallowed gladly. Ohno finally registered that he should be kissing back, and he did so, which caused Aiba to grin against his lips. It was an interesting feeling, but it did let him know that at least he was not doing anything wrong by Aiba's own personal standards. The two danced like that awhile, Aiba applying more force if he felt Ohno was pressing too hard. Soon, they couldn't breathe, and Masaki had to pull away first, gasping a bit for air to reach his lungs.
“I'm sorry. But when you said-”
“It's alright.” Ohno was telling the truth, too. If that was what Masaki wanted him to do, he would do it. Not just for that reason, either. He really wanted to, and if the other party did as well, then Ohno just picked the best present to give him after all. Aiba hounded him with questions after that. “Are you sure?” “Is it really okay?” “Do you mind?” The fisherman did not want him to have any doubts, so he kissed him. Not on the lips to completely cease his queries, but on the corner of his mouth to stun him into silence. The trick worked as Aiba stopped talking, and Ohno finished the conversation for the both of them.
“If it wasn't okay and I didn't care I wouldn't have let you.”
That was all the convincing Aiba apparently needed, for his kissed his partner again, this time with much more heat and passion. He pushed him backwards toward the back of the couch, his pink tongue sliding sensuously across Ohno's lower lip as he swung one leg over his band-mate, straddling him. The action also surprised Satoshi, but he didn't say, or plan on saying, anything, letting the younger do as he pleased. After all, it was his birthday. Aiba wove one hand through his hair, and the other found the hemline of his shirt, slowly sliding under it, the contrast of Aiba's warm skin against Ohno's own cool skin making him shiver. The birthday boy slowly trailed his fingers across Ohno's stomach, tracing the detail of his abs absentmindedly while his tongue moved quickly, searching every empty space he could reach inside the other male's mouth. Satoshi couldn't help but moan at all the attention he was getting, even though he was the one who wanted to attend to Masaki today. He brought his hands up to clasp each other around Aiba's neck, pulling them closer together. Aiba finally moved his hand upwards, catching a nipple between his index finger and his thumb. Ohno inhaled sharply and the younger of the pair smirked. He slipped his tongue back into his own mouth and broke their kiss to look at him, seeing the slightly red, rounded cheeks and toned chest heaving due to lack of oxygen. It was an arousing sight, and he swore that his jeans seemed to get a little bit tighter just looking at the other man. Ohno wasn't sure what was so astounding that was making Aiba look at him like that, but he could see that Aiba's eyes had gotten a little darker, and if he could do that to him, he'd do whatever Aiba wanted every day just to look into his eyes while like that. Finally, Masaki couldn't take just looking anymore and moved his other hand from the back of Ohno's neck to his other nipple, his fingers moving simultaneously to try and harden them. Satoshi groaned tilted his head back, exposing some of his neck that Aiba more than gladly began kiss. He ground his hips down and relished in the sounds he could make the older man emit. He never would have guessed him to be so vocal when normally he was so quiet.
“Ai-Aiba. Shouldn't I be do-doing this to you?” Ohno breathed, his voice not functioning properly with less blood going to his brain to tell him to speak and more going to his cock to tell him that whatever Aiba was doing was perfect but still not enough.
The man in question detached his lips from his neck to answer, but his fingers and hips did not stop, and in the back of his mind Ohno wondered how he could possible do so much at once so perfectly, before he groaned at Aiba's response in a lower tone than usual.
“But I want to do this to you. I've always wanted to do this to you, Oh-chan.”
He would never be able to think of the formerly-affectionate nickname in the same way ever again.
He couldn't think about much of anything for long, though, when Masaki lifted his shirt up and over his head, tossing it to the side before doing the same with his own. Both half nude now, Ohno shivered from the combined effort of the difference in temperature, the view of Aiba shirtless, and the other male distractingly sucking on on erect pink bud. He cautiously ran his hands up Aiba's sides, feeling the other idol's reaction more than seeing it. He had previously contemplated asking the other to stop teasing him, but that wouldn't be doing what Aiba wanted, so he just settled for touching him as much as possible. His artist's hands roamed across his back, finding that he could make the other man moan if he pressed in his fingernails on just the right spots. He fingered the birthmark on his shoulder, his fingers following invisible lines as they made their way to his chest, gently brushing across the light scar left from his surgery. The action made Aiba shiver, and he brought his mouth back up from Ohno's own chest, a thin string of saliva connecting him still. It was one of the sexiest things Satoshi had ever seen, and he groaned very audibly, thrusting his hips up to hopefully meet with some sort of friction. As fate would have it, he did, his hardness finding Masaki's easily. Both of them released sounds of pleasure at the contact, but they both knew it was not nearly enough yet. Taking his eyes off of Ohno, Aiba began to undo the older singer's belt, glancing up periodically to see if it was still okay. Apparently it was fine with him because he started to undo the button on the younger star's jeans as well. Ohno was finished first, since Aiba was not wearing a belt, and he began to push the material down, coaxing his fellow Arashi member into standing so it would be easier. While the two were up, they took off Ohno's belt and jeans as well, leaving the two of them in their socks and boxers. They took off their own socks, but Satoshi pulled down Aiba's underwear hurriedly before pushing him back onto the couch. Aiba looked up, shocked, and confused about their position until he saw the older of the two reposition himself on the couch as well, this time being the one to straddle Aiba, his reddened lips hovering over Masaki's erection. His eyes widened, and was about to tell Ohno he didn't have to do such a thing, until he felt a tight warmth over the tip of his penis, and instead his eyes rolled to the back of his head, an embarrassing sound coming from his throat.
“Oh-chan,” he breathed, Ohno devouring his length little by little, a particularly hard suck applied after he moaned his nickname. Enjoying the revelation, he continually called him by nicknames. “Riida.” “Oh-chan.” “Captain.” Up until he felt like he would reach his peak, anyway. That was when he really did ask him to stop, regrettably, and Ohno looked up at him with curious eyes, his face looking far too innocent to Aiba to have his manhood still in his mouth. He obeyed thought, and released him with a wet popping sound, licking him once more for good measure. Aiba shivered and asked for Ohno to switch places with him, which he refused.
“It's your birthday, Aiba-chan.”
Not able to argue with that logic, Aiba tried to mentally prepare himself for being entered when Ohno asked him to suck on his fingers. He did so enthusiastically, but he wasn't sure what not being in control would feel like. He wouldn't have to find out, though, because once Riida removed his fingers from Aiba's talented mouth, he entered himself, moaning even though it wasn't as good as it would have been to have the younger doing it. He just stared. It was as if all of the remaining functioning parts of his brain shut off. Ohno preparing himself had to be the sexiest thing Aiba had seen in his now twenty seven years of living. He tried to touch himself, because he just wanted release, but he received a glare from Ohno every time he attempted and just had to stop altogether. He whined until Ohno finished, however, and he could tell that the high-pitched whimpers got to the older male. Crawling up his body, Ohno sat on top of Aiba, until he understood what was going on, before positioning himself and slamming himself down on top of him. Aiba screamed, and Ohno growled, the intense pain gone after getting used to Aiba's size. With his own, and Aiba's, self-control draining, the artist began to lift himself back up, slamming back down when Aiba had almost been completely out.
“Satoshi~” Aiba moaned, and that was enough for Ohno to continue his actions. He picked himself up and brought himself back down at a steady tempo, a quick one, but steady nonetheless. And if he moved in just the right way,
“Masaki, damn,” Satoshi groaned, the younger thrusting his hips up simultaneously, hitting the older partner's sweet spot with maximum force. Aiba never loved his first name so much until that moment. But he knew that things would begin to wrap up quick. He was coming closer and closer to his sought out release, but he didn't want Ohno to be left alone afterwords. Moving his hands for the first time since Ohno mounted him, he brought his fingers up to wrap around Ohno's cock, moving in time with his own thrusts.
“Satoshi. I know what I want. Let's come together, okay? I want you to say my name.”
That was enough for Ohno. He groaned Masaki's name and they came together, Aiba filling Ohno while he came over Aiba's hand. He smiled, hair plastered to his face by sweat, telling him that that was the best birthday present he could have gotten him.
“Can you get me 'whatever I want' for Christmas tomorrow, too?”
Author: KantanaAmaya
Pairing: Masatoshi [Aiba Masaki/Ohno Satoshi]
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Of course they all remember Aiba's birthday! But what happens to the one who forgets his gift...?
Word Count: 3433.
Disclaimer: I'm just a poor student, trust me, I don't own anything.
Everything started out pretty normal that day. All of Arashi had to meet up on the 24th to shoot a Christmas special for one of their variety shows. That was normal. Everyone in Arashi also knew that there were two holidays that day. The first was Christmas Eve, even though that did not mean as much. The second one? That was the most important. At least between the five of them. The twenty-fourth of December also happened to be Aiba Masaki's birthday. After being together for so long, they knew the date by heart, and always had a chance to prepare something, interesting or not. So, this year, everyone arrived a little early, planning on giving the “middle child” his gifts before they got into hair and makeup.
Even that was normal. Sakurai Sho arrived first, setting his brightly wrapped box down on the floor beside the chair that he always claimed for himself. Whenever he looked at it, however, he sighed. He really was no good at wrapping presents. The only reason he added the huge, shimmery bow was because he wanted to hide a spot that was especially bad, but it only seemed to make the entire package tacky.
'Oh well,' he thought, 'it is Aiba.'
Second to arrive was Matsumoto Jun. His box seemed perfect when compared to the one brought by the rapper, so the older male simply refused to look at it, reading a paper instead. After exchanging standard greetings, and unknown to Sho, a questioning look at his gift by MatsuJun, the typical query was posed.
“What did you get him?”
“A stuffed animal. You?”
“Underwear.”
The surprising response made the older idol look up from his paper, openly showing his confusion to the younger, who was currently concentrating on removing the scarf wrapped around his neck. Without looking back, because from the silence he knew Sho was looking at him, he answered,
“Wait and see.”
And that was enough for Sakurai.
The third to arrive was Ninomiya Kazunari, who came in with a bag stuffed with colored tissue paper. He almost always put presents in bags; it was much easier and just as satisfying for the one opening it. Setting himself down on the comfortably sized loveseat, he put the bag between his feet while he removed his gloves. The young man quickly removed his Nintendo DS from his back pocket, and the other two frowned at the common gesture.
“It's just until he gets here, relax. And I got him a watch.”
He hadn't been asked, but he really didn't need to be, and the other two members all took it in stride. Until the last member, before the birthday boy, arrived. Ohno Satoshi walked in as if it was a normal day of recording. A very normal day of recording. He sat next to Nino on the loveseat, tilting his head back and closing his eyes as if he was not the oddball of the group. Sakurai noticed first, having looked up when the door was opened, but did not want to be the one to tell him. Ninomiya just smirked at his game a little, so it was difficult to tell if the expression was in response to Ohno or the character he just slaughtered. Matsumoto was the only brave one of the group, finally sitting down in a chair to ask:
“Where is your present, Riida?”
The oldest raised his head sleepily, as if registering what he was just asked. His eyes widened with realization before he spoke.
“Ah. I forgot.”
Nino shoved him with his shoulder, rolling his eyes at the nonchalant response. Sakurai had an incredulous look on his face, as if to say 'how could you forget!?'. Again, Jun was the only one to really face the situation. Besides, the young actor was really interested in hearing the answer.
“What are you going to do? He'll be here soon.”
“I'll just get him something that couldn't be wrapped,” was the reply after a brief wait. The others wondered what that would be, but did not question any further, because they knew Aiba would arrive any minute. He always made sure he was the last to arrive when they did this. They weren't sure how, but he was always last that day. And sure enough, there he was, walking in with his trademark smile on his face, greeted by a chorus of “Happy Birthday Aiba”. The now twenty-seven year old's grin just got wider as he took off his coat, saying “thank you” over and over. Sho stood first, grabbing his box and thrusting it into Masaki's face, demanding that he open it first. Truth be told, he just didn't want to be laughed at last. Once the paper was torn, nobody would ever know. Aiba did so gladly, gently taking off the bow before ripping off the paper, not the type to save wrapping paper. After opening the box, he pulled out the stuffed ladybug, looking up at the older male with grateful eyes.
“Look, everyone, isn't it cute??” he asked, receiving all nods in reply. While he was thanking Sho, Nino discreetly put away his DS, acting like he was listening the entire time by asking why Sakurai picked it.
“Masamune, from My Girl, he liked ladybugs, right? So I guess it's also sort of a congratulatory gift.”
Aiba moved the plushie from the top of his head to his hand, hugging Sho so suddenly it shocked him.
“Thank you for the thoughtful present, Sho-kun. And for watching My Girl even though you're busy,” he said quietly, the older male hugging back before insisting that he now open the gift from Matsumoto. He really wanted to know why Jun said he would have to wait and see for himself. Gladly accepting the offer, Aiba took the proffered box from the youngest member, opening it just as hastily. When he looked at the box inside, he giggled, and that really piqued everyone's curiosity.
“Thank you, MatsuJun. I'll make sure to think about you whenever I wear them.”
His declaration earned a “please don't” from the giver, and the others begged Aiba to let them see why they were so funny. Turning the box around to show everybody else, they all chuckled in response as well, since Arashi would be the only ones savvy of the joke's source. Every year, MatsuJun baked or cooked something for Aiba. And every year he thanked him, and every year he told him it was delicious, but every year he had also eaten whatever Jun happened to make him the week before. IT never bothered him, but it bothered Matsumoto, so this year he solved that problem by getting him underwear with cakes on them. The next gift was Nino's bag, since it was the only one left, and Aiba removed the tissue paper, tossing it on top of the gift giver's lap, before pulling out a stunning watch.
“I'm sick of you asking me what time it is.”
The comment sounded mean, but all five of them knew he actually bought it out of love for his friend. Aiba thanked him as well, putting the watch on as soon as he got it out of the box. (“It doesn't have batteries, you know.” “I know, but I just want to wear it. Can I?” “It's your birthday, not mine.”)
Next was the confrontation the three uninvolved parties all feared. What was Ohno going to tell him? If he said he forgot his present at home, then he would still have to bring one, but they did not think Satoshi would just lie like that about something like this. At first, the two just stared at each other, wanting the other person to speak first. Aiba lost the stare-off, having to think of something to say so Ohno wouldn't look at him in such a blank way anymore.
“Riida-”
“Whatever you want.”
Aiba, and everyone else in the room for that matter, turned to look at him. They were all confused, but none could really ask what he meant save for Masaki.
“Huh?”
“Your present is whatever you want. I'll do whatever you want.”
After the recording, MatsuJun would go on to say that that was a clever idea, and Nino agreed with him, although Sho wanted to know what sparked the idea in the first place. On their way to their separate apartments, they shrugged simultaneously, walking in the cold silently the rest of the way. It was completely different for the two remaining members, however. They walked home together, Aiba saying part of what he wanted Ohno to do was keep him company on his birthday. Arashi's Captain agreed, glad that he would be able to help the younger man even without a material present. As the two stepped inside, they took off their shoes and winter wear, stripping back down to their jeans and long-sleeved shirts. They took a seat on the couch and sat in silence for awhile, before Satoshi decided to speak up.
“Is there something you wanted me to do, Aiba-chan?”
The other man just smiles, sliding over to sit next to the artist, the proximity close even for Aiba, before whispering a quick “yes” and gently pressing his lips against Ohno's. It was surprising, to say the least, but it was not, by any means, unwanted. The oldest of the two blinked a few times until Aiba pressed on, pushing Ohno against the armrest of the couch they were seated on. He bit the idol's slightly chapped lower lip and his mouth opened, the birthday boy eagerly sliding his tongue into Satoshi's mouth like it belonged there. Ohno gave out a startled moan, which Masaki also swallowed gladly. Ohno finally registered that he should be kissing back, and he did so, which caused Aiba to grin against his lips. It was an interesting feeling, but it did let him know that at least he was not doing anything wrong by Aiba's own personal standards. The two danced like that awhile, Aiba applying more force if he felt Ohno was pressing too hard. Soon, they couldn't breathe, and Masaki had to pull away first, gasping a bit for air to reach his lungs.
“I'm sorry. But when you said-”
“It's alright.” Ohno was telling the truth, too. If that was what Masaki wanted him to do, he would do it. Not just for that reason, either. He really wanted to, and if the other party did as well, then Ohno just picked the best present to give him after all. Aiba hounded him with questions after that. “Are you sure?” “Is it really okay?” “Do you mind?” The fisherman did not want him to have any doubts, so he kissed him. Not on the lips to completely cease his queries, but on the corner of his mouth to stun him into silence. The trick worked as Aiba stopped talking, and Ohno finished the conversation for the both of them.
“If it wasn't okay and I didn't care I wouldn't have let you.”
That was all the convincing Aiba apparently needed, for his kissed his partner again, this time with much more heat and passion. He pushed him backwards toward the back of the couch, his pink tongue sliding sensuously across Ohno's lower lip as he swung one leg over his band-mate, straddling him. The action also surprised Satoshi, but he didn't say, or plan on saying, anything, letting the younger do as he pleased. After all, it was his birthday. Aiba wove one hand through his hair, and the other found the hemline of his shirt, slowly sliding under it, the contrast of Aiba's warm skin against Ohno's own cool skin making him shiver. The birthday boy slowly trailed his fingers across Ohno's stomach, tracing the detail of his abs absentmindedly while his tongue moved quickly, searching every empty space he could reach inside the other male's mouth. Satoshi couldn't help but moan at all the attention he was getting, even though he was the one who wanted to attend to Masaki today. He brought his hands up to clasp each other around Aiba's neck, pulling them closer together. Aiba finally moved his hand upwards, catching a nipple between his index finger and his thumb. Ohno inhaled sharply and the younger of the pair smirked. He slipped his tongue back into his own mouth and broke their kiss to look at him, seeing the slightly red, rounded cheeks and toned chest heaving due to lack of oxygen. It was an arousing sight, and he swore that his jeans seemed to get a little bit tighter just looking at the other man. Ohno wasn't sure what was so astounding that was making Aiba look at him like that, but he could see that Aiba's eyes had gotten a little darker, and if he could do that to him, he'd do whatever Aiba wanted every day just to look into his eyes while like that. Finally, Masaki couldn't take just looking anymore and moved his other hand from the back of Ohno's neck to his other nipple, his fingers moving simultaneously to try and harden them. Satoshi groaned tilted his head back, exposing some of his neck that Aiba more than gladly began kiss. He ground his hips down and relished in the sounds he could make the older man emit. He never would have guessed him to be so vocal when normally he was so quiet.
“Ai-Aiba. Shouldn't I be do-doing this to you?” Ohno breathed, his voice not functioning properly with less blood going to his brain to tell him to speak and more going to his cock to tell him that whatever Aiba was doing was perfect but still not enough.
The man in question detached his lips from his neck to answer, but his fingers and hips did not stop, and in the back of his mind Ohno wondered how he could possible do so much at once so perfectly, before he groaned at Aiba's response in a lower tone than usual.
“But I want to do this to you. I've always wanted to do this to you, Oh-chan.”
He would never be able to think of the formerly-affectionate nickname in the same way ever again.
He couldn't think about much of anything for long, though, when Masaki lifted his shirt up and over his head, tossing it to the side before doing the same with his own. Both half nude now, Ohno shivered from the combined effort of the difference in temperature, the view of Aiba shirtless, and the other male distractingly sucking on on erect pink bud. He cautiously ran his hands up Aiba's sides, feeling the other idol's reaction more than seeing it. He had previously contemplated asking the other to stop teasing him, but that wouldn't be doing what Aiba wanted, so he just settled for touching him as much as possible. His artist's hands roamed across his back, finding that he could make the other man moan if he pressed in his fingernails on just the right spots. He fingered the birthmark on his shoulder, his fingers following invisible lines as they made their way to his chest, gently brushing across the light scar left from his surgery. The action made Aiba shiver, and he brought his mouth back up from Ohno's own chest, a thin string of saliva connecting him still. It was one of the sexiest things Satoshi had ever seen, and he groaned very audibly, thrusting his hips up to hopefully meet with some sort of friction. As fate would have it, he did, his hardness finding Masaki's easily. Both of them released sounds of pleasure at the contact, but they both knew it was not nearly enough yet. Taking his eyes off of Ohno, Aiba began to undo the older singer's belt, glancing up periodically to see if it was still okay. Apparently it was fine with him because he started to undo the button on the younger star's jeans as well. Ohno was finished first, since Aiba was not wearing a belt, and he began to push the material down, coaxing his fellow Arashi member into standing so it would be easier. While the two were up, they took off Ohno's belt and jeans as well, leaving the two of them in their socks and boxers. They took off their own socks, but Satoshi pulled down Aiba's underwear hurriedly before pushing him back onto the couch. Aiba looked up, shocked, and confused about their position until he saw the older of the two reposition himself on the couch as well, this time being the one to straddle Aiba, his reddened lips hovering over Masaki's erection. His eyes widened, and was about to tell Ohno he didn't have to do such a thing, until he felt a tight warmth over the tip of his penis, and instead his eyes rolled to the back of his head, an embarrassing sound coming from his throat.
“Oh-chan,” he breathed, Ohno devouring his length little by little, a particularly hard suck applied after he moaned his nickname. Enjoying the revelation, he continually called him by nicknames. “Riida.” “Oh-chan.” “Captain.” Up until he felt like he would reach his peak, anyway. That was when he really did ask him to stop, regrettably, and Ohno looked up at him with curious eyes, his face looking far too innocent to Aiba to have his manhood still in his mouth. He obeyed thought, and released him with a wet popping sound, licking him once more for good measure. Aiba shivered and asked for Ohno to switch places with him, which he refused.
“It's your birthday, Aiba-chan.”
Not able to argue with that logic, Aiba tried to mentally prepare himself for being entered when Ohno asked him to suck on his fingers. He did so enthusiastically, but he wasn't sure what not being in control would feel like. He wouldn't have to find out, though, because once Riida removed his fingers from Aiba's talented mouth, he entered himself, moaning even though it wasn't as good as it would have been to have the younger doing it. He just stared. It was as if all of the remaining functioning parts of his brain shut off. Ohno preparing himself had to be the sexiest thing Aiba had seen in his now twenty seven years of living. He tried to touch himself, because he just wanted release, but he received a glare from Ohno every time he attempted and just had to stop altogether. He whined until Ohno finished, however, and he could tell that the high-pitched whimpers got to the older male. Crawling up his body, Ohno sat on top of Aiba, until he understood what was going on, before positioning himself and slamming himself down on top of him. Aiba screamed, and Ohno growled, the intense pain gone after getting used to Aiba's size. With his own, and Aiba's, self-control draining, the artist began to lift himself back up, slamming back down when Aiba had almost been completely out.
“Satoshi~” Aiba moaned, and that was enough for Ohno to continue his actions. He picked himself up and brought himself back down at a steady tempo, a quick one, but steady nonetheless. And if he moved in just the right way,
“Masaki, damn,” Satoshi groaned, the younger thrusting his hips up simultaneously, hitting the older partner's sweet spot with maximum force. Aiba never loved his first name so much until that moment. But he knew that things would begin to wrap up quick. He was coming closer and closer to his sought out release, but he didn't want Ohno to be left alone afterwords. Moving his hands for the first time since Ohno mounted him, he brought his fingers up to wrap around Ohno's cock, moving in time with his own thrusts.
“Satoshi. I know what I want. Let's come together, okay? I want you to say my name.”
That was enough for Ohno. He groaned Masaki's name and they came together, Aiba filling Ohno while he came over Aiba's hand. He smiled, hair plastered to his face by sweat, telling him that that was the best birthday present he could have gotten him.
“Can you get me 'whatever I want' for Christmas tomorrow, too?”