drabbles.
Sho is fucking Nino's mouth, short deep thrusts that he can't help making because Ohno's fucking his ass and Ohno's hands is in Nino's hair and Nino's whimpering because he's got the head of his cock in Sho's mouth and Sho's just opening it wider, tongue hot and wet as it moves against the underside of Nino’s cock.
“Faster” Nino gasps, as he licks a wet trail down Ohno’s hip.
"Fuck, you guys I can't -" Ohno pants, his hips snapping hard into Sho's ass and it makes them all moan out loud.
Never let it end, Sho thinks, never.
***
in a way, you kind of expected to see him, but it still suprises you a little when you come home late (exhausted and hungry) to see him sleeping on your sofa. it may be the drama he's filming nearby or maybe he got tired of going home but he comes by so often in the past few weeks you lost count. but as you look at him (curled up in a tight little ball with one of your favorite cushions under his head) your eyes soften and you know you don't really mind that he's there. you feel kind of sorry that he probably fell asleep waiting for you.
***
he's curled up inside your arms, between your thighs, with your lips in his hair and you don't really know what to do with your hands, so you rest them, lightly, on his knees. you're busier than ever and times like these are rare, precious and unfair. you smile a little because it's been a long time and he still feels familiar in your arms. he makes a small grunt of frustration that makes you chuckle because you can spend all day just watching him play and never get bored.
he leans forward, eyes glued closer to the screen but you just want to be closer to him, to touch him, to have that pysical contact that you miss so much, so you bury your nose in the patch of hair at the back of his neck. and just breathe him in.
he smells like fresh laundry and faint cigarette smoke, you really can't stop your lips from moving lower, nosing his hair aside and just touching the skin there, softly, with your lips. you run your tongue along the small cluster of moles further down his nape and leave an open-mouthed kiss on the side of his neck.
his thumbs pause, then he's leaning back against you, molding his body with yours before resuming his game. the way he moves is liquid smooth, deliberately teasing so you decide to tease right back.
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