Prompt Drabbles the second
In response to this post.
The first five. A little out of order, so I apologize for those of you who have to wait. ^.^
Title: Umaiiiii!!!!!
Pairing: Ohno/Nino
Rating: PG
Prompt: for nijimirai
Nino opened the door to his apartment when the doorbell rang, already anticipating his company, and then stopped, frozen in place by shock.
“Ohno? What…?”
The fish enthusiast smiled brightly at his friend, and then patiently waited for Nino to allow him past the entrance. The gamer covered his face with his hand in a dubious fashion, but still backed up enough to let Ohno inside. Although the older man was wearing a large coat that went down past his fingertips, the rest of his outfit underneath was pretty obvious; bright red socks, yellow shirt… and the signature matching hat of Ohno’s character Kaibutstu-kun.
“Why the hell are you wearing that?” Nino asked with an annoyed tinge to his voice and began rubbing his temples with both hands, shuffling past his associate to head back to the stove, trying to tell himself that he hadn’t been used like it appeared he had.
“It’s cute, right?” the strangely dressed idol tried to argue, but his friend just rolled his eyes as he checked on the food.
It was curry, of course. Ohno had requested it-guilted Nino into making it, really. After one of Nino usual requests for dinner with Leader, he had pushed the topic more than usual and they had compromised. Ohno would come over to Nino’s apartment, not out to a restaurant, and only if Nino promised to cook for him, and not only that, but it had to be curry.
Although he felt a little bullied by the older man, the gamer had agreed and had even followed through with his promise, but now that he had seen what this had really been about, just playing a part in Leader's roleplaying, he was getting irritated.
Ohno had taken off his coat and adjusted his red ribbon in the mirror in the living room before making his way towards Nino and instantly seating himself at one of the place mats on the round wooden table located just outside of the kitchen. Trying to hold back any nasty comments, the gamer scooped the rice and curry onto one plate and then stomped to the table, setting the serving down in front of his guest harshly.
Despite the fact that Nino continued to stand there, hovering over the chair and glaring at him, Ohno grinned and pressed his hands together joyfully, mumbling Itadakimasu before digging in with the metal spoon provided.
He took a bite, paused, his smile dropping a little, and then tentatively took a second one, as if he needed to double check the taste.
Nino almost lost his temper when Ohno slowly put down the spoon and mumbled, “It’s missing something.”
“You’re kidding me, right?” he snarled back, hitting his forehead with his palm. “I spent the last two hours painstakingly making this curry for you, and you’re going to put a goddamn egg in it.” Well, it hadn’t been quite two hours and it hadn’t been hard-he had just followed the directions on the box-but this curry had his love in it. It was like adding Jun to the amazing thing called Ohmiya.
But, in an attempt to salvage the night that he had put aside for his close friend, Nino stalked to the fridge, picked the last egg from the carton and gingerly broke it in Ohno’s curry for him. After walking back to the kitchen to throw the shell away, the cook once again returned to the table, this time sitting across from Ohno and giving him a hard stare while the strangely dressed guest mixed his curry with a small frown on his face.
“Nino-chan’s not eating?” he asked quietly, daring to look up at the mentioned man. He hadn’t taken a bite of his improved dinner even thought he was still stirring it halfheartedly.
“I’m not hungry,” the younger idol replied, which was true. The box lunch he had eaten during filming from his drama that afternoon was enough to keep him satisfied for the rest of the night.
At the harsh reply, Ohno suddenly looked like he was about to cry, his lips parting slightly and eyes sparkling, and set his spoon onto his plate to instead fold his arms in his lap.
“Oh God, don’t look at me like that,” Nino sighed, dropping his head into his hand for a second before he pushed himself back up and approached Ohno’s side, stopping in the same place as earlier. He slowly dropped to his knees, resting his arms heavily on the tabletop with his head cradled on top of them. “I’ll eat it if you feed me,” he offered, forcing a mischievous grin, which turned authentic when Ohno smiled back at him.
Obediently opening his mouth when Ohno raised the spoon, Nino took his first bite of his own creation.
“The egg’s not bad,” he added, just to make sure that any hard feelings from earlier had been cleared, and Ohno took a bite of the curry himself as if to accept the unsaid apology.
The plate was cleaned in mere minutes and the cosplaying idol offered a sweet Umaiiiii!!!!! to his friend, before his grin finally dropped from his face once more.
“Kazu, I’m sorry…” he said guiltily, looking down at his plaid pants, and Nino perked up, shaken out of his daze of watching the older man eat his food, which had honestly been made with his love (although a little bit of Jun had been added afterwards).
Not knowing what to reply, the gamer stayed quiet, and after a second Ohno continued, his voice still as depressed as before. “I liked Kaibutsu-kun so much… Ever since filming was over I’ve been missing it…” he admitted. “I thought it would be fun to dress up when I came over to Kazu’s house…”
Nino sighed again and rubbed his face, feeling himself flush a little at Ohno’s innocent demeanor. He looked so adorable.
“You’re missing the big ears.”
“I know…” Ohno looked confused, unsure whether Nino was gently teasing him or being mean again.
“You’re still cute, so don’t worry about it.” As he said those words with a smirk, the younger man reached out and gently touched Ohno’s face, once again in an unsaid apology. Smiling tentatively, the older man also reached across the table to return the action, but before he could, Nino pushed the brim of his hat farther so it rested on the side of his head, and leaned forward to kiss him.
It was just a touch before he pulled back to see his partner’s reaction, but Ohno was grinning wider than before and Nino felt himself relax. The night wasn’t a waste after all.
“Hee hee. Nino-chan’s a pervert… doing that while I’m wearing this costume…”
“Be quiet, you,” he laughed in return, pushing Ohno’s seat back a few inches so he could properly fall against him, Nino’s head against his friend’s shoulder, holding himself up by the arms of the kitchen chair.
Once he had settled himself, the gamer asked, “So who’s the love interest in Kaibutsu-kun again? Hiroshi? How about I dress up like him next time?”
Chuckling in amusement, the drama star corrected, “No! Didn’t you watch the special? Kaiko-chan’s the love interest. Or Utako…” His hands wrapped around Nino’s back and continued on before the younger man could protest. “Yeah, we could borrow a school uniform…”
“Nevermind,” Nino broke in with a neutral voice, “I’ll just stay Ohno Satoshi’s love interest.”
Before his friend could start laughing again, Nino pushed himself off the floor to silence him with another kiss.
A/N: This actually turned out to be super fun to write! nijimirai, I hope you like it. ^.^
Title: Is Sho-chan Jealous, By Any Chance?
Pairing: Sho/Nino
Rating: PG-13
Prompt: for yukichan_tb
Sho wasn’t drunk, quite, just lost in himself enough to not care that Ohno was staring at him with knowing eyes as he glared at a certain couple across the room. He downed the last of his hard liquor in one gulp, then winced as it burned its way into the lining of his throat.
“Is Sho-chan jealous, by any chance?” the group leader asked calmly and in a low voice.
Feeling tears burn his eyes, only becoming more prominent in shame as he noticed them, Sho turned back to his friend, calling a bartender for his next drink with his hand as he went, and spat, “He’s out with a new fucking guy every night, Ohno.”
The older man’s eyes were tranquil and understanding as he stared back at his friend. “You turned him down when he offered himself to you, didn’t you?” he asked, more for clarification than as an accusation.
“Of course I did. I’m not going to be another name on his list of conquests,” Sho replied in a raspy voice, nodding to the man behind the counter as he was offered another drink.
Looking pensive for a moment, the captain let out a lungful of air to create a pause, then explained, “I’m not sure he understands why.”
In his daze, Sho didn’t even bother to decipher his friend’s underlying insinuation and asked stupidly, “Huh?”
“It might just be me…” Ohno started and glanced over at Nino, who was smiling happily and chatting with Kamenashi at a table halfway across the room, the group of idols relaxed and acting freely in the high class bar frequented by only the richest of Tokyo citizens, sheltered from any gossip outside of their immediate support group. “But I think after that… he started getting worse.”
“What?”
“You need to talk to him, Sho,” Leader said blatantly, sending his friend his most stubborn look.
Sho stared at Nino and the younger’s catch of the night. Kame’s hand was on the gamer’s waist and Nino was leaning into him, discreetly motioning towards the door as he whispered something in the other man’s ear.
They had just begun to make their exit when Sho suddenly stood up and didn’t allow himself time to wobble on his feet before taking off across the room, pushing one actor he had probably worked with at some point in time out of his way. Neither of the men had noticed the approach before Sho had grabbed onto Nino’s wrist tightly, ripping it out of Kame’s embrace.
“Sho?! What the hell--?“ the younger man snarled, trying to tear his arm out of the rapper grip, but Sho held fast and forced his group mate to face him.
“Nino, you have to stop this!”
Instead of looking surprised or confused at the vague command, the idol instead looked infuriated.
“I’ll do whatever I want to!” he shot back, trying to pull himself free again. Kame was just staring at them unmoving, as if he was completely lost on whose side to take.
“Nino! Please! You’re going to regret it someday-“ Sho had forgotten that he was a little drunk until now, when the more eloquent words that he usually would have come up with didn’t reveal themselves. “You’re becoming dirty-“
Frozen at the insult that his fellow idol hadn’t actually intended to throw out, Nino gritted his teeth, looking torn between crying and punching the older man until he began to bleed.
“That’s right, Sho. I’m dirty. So what the hell do you want with me?” he replied in a dangerously low voice, ignored the attention of the other patrons that they had attracted in their quarrel.
The rapper stared into Nino’s expressive eyes and tried to think of a way to fix this messed up situation, struggling to do so through his liquor induced detachment.
Suddenly the shorter man wretched his arm out of Sho’s grasp and rubbed his wrist once before turning back to Kame and pulling his partner with him towards the exit as fast as he could.
“What if I said I loved you?” Sho asked in melancholy, just loud enough to be heard over the slight noise of the crowd.
As expected, Nino froze, Kame along with him. His back was still facing Sho, but he was completely silent, urging the other Arashi member to either explain himself or take his words back.
“I love you and if I have you I won’t share you with anyone,” Sho said seriously and suddenly felt his head start pounding with alcohol, or better named liquid courage. He’d been holding those words in for years, even though they hurt so much every time they came to his mind.
“Fuck you,” Nino whispered and took off towards the exit again, dragging Kame behind him.
They walked down the hallway and waited a few seconds for the elevator, and it was clear that both of them were waiting for the bar door to burst open and Sho to follow them with more declarations.
But he didn’t.
Once the lift had closed behind them, Nino fell against Kame and the rock star pulled him close. In all the times they had been together, he had never seen his friend completely break down like he was threatening to do right now.
“Nino? Are you okay?”
“Yeah, of course, why wouldn’t I be okay?” he replied too quickly, trying to cover up his eyes.
“You’re shaking.”
“I said I was okay…” Nino sobbed, then collapsed onto his knees.
A/N: With stories like this I always make up a happy ending... In my head I did for this one, too, but I won't share it just in case you want them to stay apart. ^.^ I sort of really did make them argue... yukichan_tb, thank you~ You always come up with good ideas.
Title: But I thought You'd Like It...
Pairing: Sho/Nino
Rating: PG-13
Prompt: for narusaku4vr
“You, Sakurai Sho, are an idiot.”
“B-but I thought you’d like it.”
“I do like it. But isn’t the point of a date is to, I don’t know, have a good time with the person you go with?”
“I told you I didn’t want to go…!”
Nino hit him on the head. “Why the hell would I go on a date by myself?”
As Sho clung to the inside of the basket, still trying to find something to actually grab onto, his boyfriend sighed and turned back to the beautiful view that was being ignored because of his worry for the older man.
During their holiday, the two of them had taken a weekend to go sightseeing, and Sho had admitted he’d planned a special surprise in their mountainous retreat (also booked by Sho, as Nino would have simply been satisfied with staying at home, having sex as much as they could and filling in the gaps with video games). It turned out it was a hot air balloon, which he had considered romantic, but when the time came for them to actually take off, he looked around nervously, and told Nino that he should probably just go by himself after all.
Nino refused, and they were on the verge of canceling the whole thing… except that the younger idol looked so disappointed at the loss of the surprise (and money spent on it) that Sho had gathered enough courage to get into the basket of the balloon and then about a meter off the ground before his legs gave out from underneath him and he backed himself into a corner, closing his eyes and just trying to breath.
“You know, you could have picked a boat ride or something else,” the gamer said, pretending to watch the mountains as they passed by, although most of his attention was actually on his boyfriend.
“But this is a special sightseeing attraction in this area, rated number one dating location in the prefecture since it was opened three years ago, and one of only five places that you can ride a hot air balloon in Japan due to lack of-“
“Sho, shut up.”
The newscaster did as he was told, cutting of his rambling voice, and instead squeezed his eyes shut tighter as the basket shifted a little and Nino came closer to him.
“I really appreciate it, but you don’t have to force yourself for my sake. I already told you I was satisfied with just about anything.”
When he once again felt the smaller man move, Sho pried his eyes open, looking only at the shining brown ones in front of him which were full of affection despite the slight annoyance at the disastrous date.
“That’s exactly the reason why I wanted to do this. I didn’t want it to be another weekend at home,” Sho explained slowly, and Nino’s face suddenly softened into a smile. “I wanted to do something special.”
“Yeah, this is special alright,” the younger idol teased, smirking as he adjusted himself enough to sit down in front of his friend, leaning forward to rest his head on Sho’s knees, which were pulled close to his chest in a fetal position. “Comforting your boyfriend while he’s scared shitless on a date he planned.”
“I want you to enjoy it, Nino,” Sho whined with a pouted lip, but they had already been through this, once before they had taken off, and again as they slowly ascended into the air.
“I’m not going to enjoy it if you’re not with me.”
Focusing all of his attention on the gamer, Sho tried not to think about how high off the ground they were, which was becoming easier by the second, and gave a small smile when Nino poked him on the nose.
“And I’m not going to enjoy it if you’re miserable, either.”
“I’m sorry. I ruined it--” Sho whispered, but Nino pressed his finger to his boyfriend’s full lips to stop him, and shook his head.
“No, you didn’t. In fact, I think this is a very good opportunity. No chance anyone’s gonna catch us up here, right?” the younger idol said, a smirk slipping across his face as he leaned closer.
The rapper didn’t argue with that logic (the receptionist at the lodge seemed to recognize them despite their precautions and so they had been watching themselves extra carefully over the last few days), and his boyfriend had already figured he wouldn’t.
Nino kissed him firmly, pushing Sho’s legs open so they could get closer to each other, and the fact that they were several hundred meters in the air was forgotten.
They were just getting heated, their tongues running across each other’s teeth and lips and anywhere that felt good as Sho’s hands cupped Nino’s cute ass, when the gamer pulled back, suddenly alert.
“We’re supposed to be descending right now… right?”
Squeezing his eyes shut, Sho’s body became rigid again. “Don’t tell me that…”
Nino stood and leaned over the edge of the basket. “Oh. The guy with the truck is waiting for us. Dammit. Not enough time.”
Glancing back and forth between whatever was underneath them and his boyfriend, the gamer leaned down and began pulling Sho up.
“Come on. Just a quick look at the mountains. They’re really beautiful.”
“No! I can’t! I’m not standing until we land!” Sho insisted, but Nino didn’t give up.
“We’re really close to the ground now. Besides, you can stand in the middle of the basket. It’ll be like looking out a window.”
“I don’t like windows…” the older man tried again weakly, but ended up standing anyway at the gamer’s insistence, and even though they weren’t as low as Nino had made it sound, Sho was able to appreciate the scenery just a little, tightly gripping onto his bratty boyfriend, who was smirking.
But a second later the balloon jerked just a fraction and Sho dove for his corner, closing his eyes tightly. Nino laughed at him, but left him alone until they had landed on the ground properly before coaxing him back up to climb over the edge of the basket. Of course the newscaster fell to his knees and took a few deep breaths while Nino watched with amusement, but the balloon man ignored them while he began taking care of his equipment.
Nino crouched down and took Sho’s face in his hands tenderly, giving him one more quick kiss before whispering, “At least we won’t forget this date.”
A/N: This one was also super fun to write. ^.^ I added some fail!Sho in there and made myself quite proud. narusaku4vr, thanks for giving me some cute Sakumiya to follow up the depressing one.
Title: Fuck, You're So Cute
Pairing: Arashi/Sho
Rating: NC-17
Prompt: for dddcandy
“See? I totally told you guys he could easily be mistaken for a girl.”
“…And why did we need a maid outfit to prove it?”
“Because it’s feminine,” Aiba enunciated the last word and forced Sho farther into the room to show off his apparel.
Nino scoffed as his question was answered and promptly averted his gaze. Not only did the rapper look quite like a woman, but scandalously so.
They were inside, so he wasn’t wearing matching shoes or anything, but there were thin socks that stretched all the way up his thighs, matching the white and black maid cut of the tiny dress he was sporting. A fake corset was stitched across the chest, giving way to a white collar and round sleeves that covered his sloping shoulders, although it left most of his collarbone bare, and of course there was a similar ruffled headband forcing his shaggy hair to curve out away from his face. The skirt was supported by so many ruffles that the edges poufed out cutely, but that also meant that the curve of his ass was visible underneath them, as was the lacy bottom of a pair of pink panties, contrasting the monochrome of the rest of the outfit.
“Well… point proven… Can I change now?” Sho asked in a weak voice, staring down at the floor by his feet and unable to meet the stares of his band members.
“No way! I spent a lot of money on this! Plus, you haven’t even properly modeled it yet!” Aiba whined, prodding the older man a few feet forward again, and then leaning back to watch happily, much to the tortured idol’s embarrassment.
Facing Ohno, who was seated on the recliner closest to the television, Sho met Leader’s gaze for just a second, then turned away when he saw how unusually attentive he was. In an effort to comply enough to allow Aiba to let him scurry back into the bathroom, the model started to rotate to show everyone, but the edge of the skirt came up a little and the rapper immediately saw that Nino’s eyes were stuck on the area that had been flashed for a millisecond. He couldn’t do anything but blush in return.
When the gamer was just about to stand up, still staring at his ass, Sho tried to make his escape anyway, but Aiba grabbed him around the waist and turned him back to face everyone with a bright grin on his lips, the two of them leaning on the arm of the couch.
“No fair, Sho-chan.”
Ohno was standing up too, now, and Jun who was much closer, did the same. The three idols fell into step with each other, approaching the last two with an almost stifling sexual aura.
Aiba didn’t seem to notice.
“Come on, Sho-chan! You have to show us a little more!”
Smirking, Nino repeated in a more sensual tone, “Yeah, Sho-chan… You have to show us a little more…” They were only a few feet away now, and the rapper weakly tried to get away, but this time Aiba grabbed his arms to keep him from struggling.
When the gamer reached for the edge of the skirt, Sho tried to avoid the touch by moving his hips. Of course that meant that he pushed back against Aiba, who gasped in surprise.
“Oh my God. Sho-chan… You’re excited?” he asked incredulously as the rapper’s thighs parted a little and Aiba’s leg slipped through to press against his crotch.
“Fuck, you’re so cute,” Jun said with an anticipatory smile, reaching forward with Nino to slide his hand over the few inches of skin between the top of the socks and the bottom of the dress. The gamer continued his own actions of pulling up the brim of the skirt and revealing Sho’s growing erection while Ohno was the one to actually reach forward and touch it through his panties.
The rapper left out a shaky moan, unconsciously spreading his thighs wider, and Nino added, “Shit, this is hot,” to Jun’s statement.
As they continued to grope him in various places, Aiba holding his arms tightly even if the rapper didn’t seem to be struggling, Sho began trembling and losing all the strength in his legs.
“Panties or no panties?” Nino asked, slipping his finger under the elastic band and snapping them lightly against the pale hip.
“No-“ Jun started to reply at the same time that Ohno said, “Panties, please-“
With a sigh, the gamer looked mildly annoyed, but moved his grip to the head of Sho’s cock, where there were a few drops of liquid soaking through the thin material already.
“Who’s going first?”
“Please, let me go first, please, please…!” Aiba begged, craning his neck to try to see what was going on, since the skirt was in the way.
“But Oh-chan wants panties…” Nino replied. “Let him go first and then we’ll take them off.”
The miracle boy whimpered, but didn’t argue, and the four men went back to attacking their prey as if it was one of their choreographed dances. Aiba continued as he was, holding Sho up when his legs were pulled out from under him, while Nino began stretching his ass open with a finger wetted by his own mouth. Ohno was stroking Sho’s cock through the silky material as Jun moved his ministrations farther up, searching for the nipples hidden just under the edge of his collar.
When Ohno was ready he positioned himself between Sho’s legs, which were being held up on either side by Jun and Nino, the panties pulled aside just enough to let him in, still covering the bulging cock.
“Ah… Ahh… Satoshi…” Sho moaned as the older man began to thrust his hips forward, reacting by throwing his head back against Aiba. His inner thigh was being stroked by Nino on one side, and Jun had pulled down his top enough to begin toying with a nipple.
Leader was groaning himself, his eyes squeezing shut of their own accord, and his hands gripped Sho’s hips as hard as he could. Quickly becoming frantic as the idol underneath him began gasping, Ohno came a second later and Nino tsked him.
“Too fast, Oh-chan.”
“But Sho-chan is so hot…” the older man mumbled, backing up to look at his friend properly, examining every inch of flushed skin on his face, shoulders, and of course, lower half.
“Fucking hot,” Jun threw in, pinching the nipple hard and drawing a surprised moan from the cosplayer, and Nino was nudging his way into Ohno’s place.
“Hey!” Aiba whined as Nino unzipped his pants and began stroking his own hard erection. “I thought it was my turn next!”
“I want panties too,” the gamer replied as an explanation, thrusting into his friend without waiting, but his movements were just as impatient as Ohno’s and in no time at all Sho was squirming underneath him and begging someone to touch his cock.
The person to comply was Leader, who had shifted into Nino’s spot and had taken over the thigh caressing. He gently pinched the wet head of the confined erection and stroked out everything he could as Sho came hard, Nino crying out and immediately following him.
“Mm…Excellent,” the gamer sighed with a satisfied smirk, backing up a few feet and examining his handy work like Ohno had done earlier.
“I don’t think we’re done yet,” Leader said quietly, leaning forward to kiss Sho, who responded slowly, his eyes half lidded in his post-orgasm status, but Ohno drew out the younger man’s tongue for the rest of them to see as Sho’s legs were gently dropped to the floor, and then was forced to retreat when Aiba pushed them off the couch.
“That’s right. It’s my turn, Sho-chan!” the miracle boy said happily, setting the rapper, who hadn’t been able to bring much strength back into his legs, onto the ground and nudging him forward a little.
“Shit, I’ve got to see this,” Nino mumbled, shuffling over to stand behind Aiba as he helped the “maid” position himself on his hands and knees, the edges of the skirt sliding up to show the entirety of his ass, the place he had been fucked just a moment before evident by residual cum.
There were three hands stroking the exposed assets and Sho didn’t know who they belonged to, but as his mind slowly started to clear, Satoshi began kissing his lips again, sitting in front of him with his clothes back in place.
“Okay,” Aiba giggled, “Here I go.”
And as promised, he was being stretched again, this time the cock going deeper than before, and Aiba was moaning before Sho was. Leader had slid on of his hands down Sho’s collar to slide over his nipple, and it was then, his tongue circling Ohno’s halfway out of his mouth, that the dominated man gasped and felt himself begin to get hard again. Sliding his legs open to get a little more stability as Aiba started moving faster, verbally expressing how good he was feeling and how sexy this was with Nino egging them on with some profanities in the background, Sho broke the kiss to instead start panting for air.
“Ahh…Ahhh…” came out sinfully along with the deep intakes of breath, and suddenly Jun was there too, kneeling next to Ohno and whispering something in his ear.
The captain nodded in agreement, looking at Sho once before scooting over to let Jun take his place, but instead of a new tongue in his mouth, Jun was unbuckling his pants and pressing his cock there instead, inserting it as far as it would go before there was a refusal.
“I’m going next so make sure it’s wet,” Jun commanded in a low voice, and Sho shuddered. When he did so, reflexively clenching the muscles of his ass, Aiba groaned and thrust five or six more time, shallowly, before coming with a repressed whine.
By the time he had collected himself and pulled out, about ten seconds later, Jun had thrust inside of Sho’s mouth enough that his cock was certainly wet.
With a slender hand on the rapper’s cheek, he plopped onto the ground and stroked his skin, looking directly in the older man’s dilated eyes. Reaching down the decorated body and lightly touching the erection, almost hidden in all the ruffles, Jun whispered, “You want release, don’t you? You want me to fuck you, don’t you?”
Sho blushed all the way down his neck, but took a swallow breath and confirmed, “Yes… please…”
With a final caress, his lips temporarily on Sho’s, Jun slowly leaned back and laid on the ground, his cock standing up quite noticeably.
“Ride me.”
It took a second for the rapper to first process the message and then to repress the wave of arousal that had flown through his body at the words, but without any reservations, he slowly crawled forward and positioned himself over Jun’s hips, holding the younger man’s erection in one hand while he moved.
“Fuck, I’m hard again. Oh-chan, come here,” Nino said behind them, but Sho was only worried about the supple body and hard cock under him. He led Jun to his entrance and then descended faster than he should have, moving with enough force that his skirt bounced a little.
“Yeah… yeah…” Jun groaned, grabbing Sho’s waist tightly, but not helping him move. He wanted the older star to be the one doing the work.
And Sho quickly complied, thirst overtaking his limbs as he began to move up and down, his back arching and thighs already aching with the physical movement.
“Touch your nipples,” the younger idol gasped out, his voice shaking and face twisted in pleasure, but his deep eyes were trained on Sho, from where his skirt was moving across his cock in a feathery touch to where his lips were parted as he panted from the strenuous sex.
Not stopping his movements, Sho pulled down the top of his dress as far as it would go, stopping just an inch below his nipples, and took one of them in each hand, pulling at them with enthusiasm and then throwing his head back and moaning loudly.
“Oh God… Oh God… Jun…” he gasped out, and finally the model had started moving underneath him, using his hands as anchors to pull Sho’s hips down at the same time that Jun’s rose to meet them.
“Please,” he begged, his eyes wide and red lips swollen from overuse in the last hour, “Ahh… Ahhhhhh…!”
Sho came hard, his cum jetting out and sticking to the edges of his skirt, and Jun did too, his ass several inches off the ground and cock deeply buried inside of his partner.
Moaning again, the rapper fell forward, allowing Jun to lay him out flat on the ground, and the four men were looking at him again, still predatory but much more satisfied than before.
“Next time should we try a nurse or something,” Nino suggested and the rest of them nodded, throwing around ideas while Sho collected himself and blushed brightly, trying to cover his exposed privates with the short skirt unsuccessfully.
A/N: Okay, being completely honest, I was very excited to write this. (Also, this basically drained all of my energy.) Despite all the porn I've written, I think it's might be the dirtiest... It seemed rushed, though, because it was supposed to be a drabble, but it was sexy, right? :D dddcandy, you are awesome.
Title: You're Mine
Pairing: Sho/Ohno
Rating: R
Prompt: for yarukizero
Sho’s relationship with Leader was simple.
Ohno belonged to him.
This concept probably seemed bizarre to any outsider, considering that on the set, Ohno spent less time around Sho than almost any of the other Arashi members, and besides that, it wasn’t a physical relationship-they had never had sex or even kissed. But within Johnny’s and the entertainment world, it was a widely known fact that the sleepy eyed captain was off limits unless you wanted to incur the wrath of a particular newscaster.
Of course Sho could care less if Ohno snuggled with Nino or went drinking with Aiba or did kissing scenes with Jun, and even outside of their immediate circle, the idol was fairly tolerant of Ohno’s social life.
Because everyone knew who he belonged to, even if it seemed like Leader sometimes forgot.
Or maybe he didn’t know in the first place? Either way, it didn’t matter to Sho as long as his domain was obvious to anyone who would take Ohno away from him.
But eventually, one day that opinion changed, and it is that day in which the real story begins.
Sho had been invited to go fishing with Satoshi. It was his first time despite how much Ohno loved to go himself, because, well… Sho had never been invited before and he had never thought about it either. To him it was another part of Leader’s life that he had absolutely no interest in, but made the older man cute and endearing. He liked fishing because Ohno liked fishing, but that didn’t actually mean he had any interest in the sport.
It was after filming one day. The guest had mentioned their current hobby of fishing while on air and Ohno had perked up immediately. During breaks and backstage when they were finish, the two of them were inseparable, comparing stories of catches and favorite spots, and Sho had ended up next to Jun, the pair staring at the enthusiasts with confused expressions.
“I really don’t understand the appeal of fishing,” Sho had said offhand, curious more than sarcastic. Jun immediately agreed.
“Once you go, you’ll understand,” the guest had said with a knowing grin, and Ohno smiled in agreement, staring at Sho with his gentle eyes.
“Fine,” the newscaster said slowly, returning the smile to Leader. “Why don’t you bring me next time you go and we’ll see?”
Ohno had brightened and nodded once, leaving the promise there for that day at least, but less than a week later he had shown up at Sho’s apartment in the evening with an overwhelming amount of fishing gear.
They had slept together in Sho’s bed, just like they had been doing for as long as either of them could remember, and woke up only a few hours later.
Trying to be a good sport, the beginner trudged along after his teacher, carrying the poles that Ohno had given him, and they made their way to the dock, towards a small boat that already had a young man preparing some nets and other equipment on board.
“Ma-chan!” Satoshi said loudly, waving both of his hands, and the man on the boat suddenly turned and grinned, waving back.
Without any hesitation, the Arashi captain jumped onto the boat from the boardwalk, and Sho followed, although it was with a little more caution at the rusted hull and weather beaten cabin than his comrade.
“Ma-chan, this is Sho. I told you he was coming, right?”
“Maybe…” the man replied with a sheepish expression, but held out his arm for a handshake, and Sho immediately responded, filing this man under the big question mark in his head where he had also filed most of what Ohno had told him about fishing.
“Sho, this is Ma-chan.”
Ohno left it at that, not explaining how they had met or how long they had known each other or how many days a week they spent together, but Sho didn’t mind because he assumed this man was the same as…the rest of the people in the world.
But, apparently, Sho’s world was different than everyone else’s.
This man didn’t seem to realize that Ohno belonged to him, and when he touched Leader’s back it was supposed to be with a quick glance at Sho to make sure he wouldn’t be killed on the spot. Ohno’s acquaintance didn’t reassure anyone that his actions were merely friendly and that he didn’t mean anything by them, and he certainly didn’t back off when Sho began standing closer and emitting his usual intimidating aura.
Sho took the day to think about this sudden change in environment, wondering how often Ohno put himself in this situation. He didn’t catch anything (not that he was trying) and he didn’t discover any of the appeals of fishing. Instead he reached a decision, which was not that he would stalk Ma-chan home and dispose of him properly before anyone discovered him.
No, there was a much more effective rout to solving his problem, and that was to make sure that Ohno knew that he belonged to Sho instead of making sure everyone else did. There was only one way to do that, every other aspect of caring for the older man covered by Sho already, but seduction was a delicate art and one to be avoided if the performer was impatient.
Luckily enough, Sakurai Sho was very patient, but that didn’t stop him from starting his subtle attacks as soon as they got back to his place.
“Hey, Satoshi, I’m going to take a shower. How about you?”
“Maybe in a little while,” he replied naturally, completely relaxed on the couch and looking quite satisfied. “I’m gonna eat something first, so go ahead.”
Even outside of cramped concert rooms and cheap hotels, Sho and Ohno often took showers together. It was a wonder that the newscaster had never tried anything, but being around a peaceful Leader was like being lost in the ocean; the waves lulled you into calmness, even though you knew there was probably something more important than the warm feeling in the pit of your stomach. When their skin slid against each other, there was no tension, only affection, and that didn’t do well for sexual situations.
Of course Sho had every intention of changing that, now that he needed to lay an explicit claim on his soul mate.
Not wanting to be too obvious, Sho slid on his sweat pants and left the towel around his neck before shuffling into the front room. He yawned and stretched, explicitly showing his bare chest, before plopping down on the couch next to Ohno, who had turned to watch him distractedly with a beer in hand. It was only early evening, but Sho supposed it was never too soon to start drinking.
“You staying over again?” he asked, pulling the beer out of his friend’s hand and taking a sip himself. “Oh, that hits the spot,” Sho sighed in a low voice, closing his eyes and parting his lips a little as his head fell back against the couch.
“Don’t know. Mom’ll be annoyed.”
Although his initial reaction was to tell Ohno that he was a grown man and could make his own decisions, they had already had conversations like this a few times and now Sho really understood the fine line Ohno had to walk between keeping his life social active and his mother happy. Because of that, the newscaster was always pleased when Ohno chose to spend his nights alone with him.
“You know you’re always welcome,” Sho mumbled, leaving the conversation open before handing the beer back.
It was probably a good thing that Ohno went home that night, simply because Sho probably would have sped along his seduction and that was not a good idea. Over the next week, he took every opportunity to draw attention to himself before he began to drink or eat something, so that Ohno would catch a glimpse of his open mouth or tongue flicking out to lick his lips, and by the third time Sho had used this trick, Satoshi was staring. Sho smirked at him and Ohno smiled back, looking a little uncertain at the reason why.
As another part of his plan, he had taken to accidentally bumping into the older man occasionally, usually during filming, pretending to not see where he was going, and he’d take those opportunities to gently brush his hand across some part of Ohno’s body, like saying, Oh, I’m sorry about that.
It was working. After ten years of tranquil camaraderie, Sho had created enough friction to make Ohno’s eyes mist over in a mixture of lust and confusion (although it had technically only been his first attempt anyway).
The finale came at a dance practice for their next concert. Nino hadn’t shown up due to other work, and Jun was messing around with Aiba while Ohno listened to some criticism by the choreographer. They had stopped dancing a moment ago and Sho took the opportunity to pull his shirt over his head, his body drenched in sweat as usual, and poured the last third of his bottle of water over his head.
He turned just in time to watch Ohno quickly look away.
“Ahh… it’s so hot,” he whined, even though he had been experiencing the same heat for several days under the same conditions. “God, it’s so hot.” After those words, which came out slightly slower than the earlier ones, he moaned in a low voice, leaning against the wall behind him.
The woman had walked away from Ohno, so after a deep sigh, Sho took the opportunity to slink over to him, calling out to someone for another bottle of water as he went.
“Satoshi-kun,” came the same deep voice, and his eyelid slid down halfway to create a sultry look. “It’s too hard… I can’t get any of it down,” he whined again, taking a few swallow breaths to make it appear as if he was panting from the workout. “Please, Satoshi-“ tone lowered to almost a whisper as he leaned closer to his friend to make his words brush across his face, “Can I take a short break?”
Ohno visibly swallowed, his eyes trained on Sho’s, and then nodded slowly.
Smiling widely, the rapper came forward just a little more and ran his wet hand through his friend’s hair, letting his palm linger on the edge of Leader’s hot face. “Thank you.”
“Sho-chan, here’s some more water!” Aiba called out, bouncing over to them, and Sho pulled away to turn to the miracle boy.
“Thank you!” he repeated a little louder, immediately uncapping the bottle and taking a deep swig of it, opening his mouth as wide as he could and wrapping his lips tightly around the top of it before tilting his head back all the way.
He sighed, “Ahh!” with evident pleasure as he lowered the water again and wiped his forehead with the back of his hand.
“Oh! Sho-chan! You’re piercing is cute!” Aiba said suddenly, pointing down to his belly, where a stud with the heart at the end replaced his usual silver one.
Sho flicked it once, using his forefinger, with a pleased smirk, arching his back a little so they could see it better. “Thanks, Aiba-chan!”
Of course the miracle boy himself leaned over, flicking it again and getting a better look.
“Hey! Don’t do that! It tickles!”
“What? This?” Aiba asked innocently, doing it once more and Sho smacked him lightly on the head.
Jun called out to him, and Sho vaguely wondered if the pair was trying to help him with his goal before he turned back to Ohno and complained, “My nipples got hard.”
Of course that training Leader’s eyes right to them, and Sho went in for the kill.
“Hey, Leader, why don’t you come over to my house for dinner tonight?” His voice had become low again, as sensual as he could make it.
Ohno agreed without thinking, which Sho was grateful for, since he usually said he probably shouldn’t. But when Leader agreed to something he did his absolute best to follow through.
“Great.”
Sho bought takeout, since he wasn’t a good cook and didn’t want to waste the time trying right now, and a pack of beer even though he was pretty confident they wouldn’t be drinking tonight.
The atmosphere was tense, so much different from their usual fluid interactions, but Sho pretended not to notice. He cleared their plates and brought in some coffee as Ohno moved to the couch, then sat down next to Leader with a soft smile.
They were silent, a very common occurrence in their everyday lives, except this time Ohno was looking around absentmindedly and being fidgety and finally Sho pointedly frowned and scooted closer together.
“Satoshi-kun,” he said slowly, trying to make his voice as believable as possible, “You’ve been acting strange lately.”
At the accusation the older man turned suddenly to meet Sho’s gaze, then leaned back as the rapper came forward, pretending to search for an answer.
“What’re you talking about?” Ohno mumbled. “You’re the one who’s been acting weird…”
Not sure whether he had been outed or if Leader was just grasping at whatever excuse he could find, Sho pressed, “Like what?”
He could say, the way you eat your food, or taking off your clothes all the time, or being so sexy, but Sho already knew that all of those reasons would sound ridiculous once vocalized and Ohno hesitated when he realized the same thing.
They had kept moving and now Ohno was flat on the couch, his head elevated on the arm rest, and Sho was almost on top of him, paralleling their lips, even if he didn’t bring them together.
“Satoshi?” he asked. Leader’s breath caught and, much to his satisfaction, Sho felt him begin to tremble too. “What’s wrong?”
“Sho-kun…” the older man whined, grabbing the rapper’s upper arm.
“…What?” Sho replied in a whisper, his eyes half closed again, meeting Ohno’s look with a burning lust in his own gaze. But he was getting impatient all of a sudden and wasn’t sure he could wait for Leader to beg him of his own accord. “What do you want, Satoshi?”
“Sho-kun… please.”
Somehow he made himself wait and held his breath when Ohno let out those two words that broke down all of his reservations about making the man submit.
“Kiss me.”
That was enough.
Their lips connected, and Sho’s were already half open and he wondered if he had just found a new thing they were natural at without trying.
His hands wandered over Ohno’s body feverishly, overwhelmed by experiencing this sort of hunger for the first time at such a high intensity, and Leader was pressing back automatically, making small sounds in reaction.
It was a good thing Sho already had all the details of how this would go planned (even if those details weren’t exactly being followed) because he managed to get them to the bedroom without thinking about it too much and their clothes had been lost somewhere in the continuous foreplay. Although he wasn’t exactly in control of himself, the younger man went through the proper motions to prepare Ohno, and with the muscular legs wrapped tightly around his waist, began entering his lover with his own moans.
“Satoshi,” he gasped, cupping Ohno’s head in both hands, stroking his hair and kissing his sweaty skin. “You’re mine,” he said with the first thrust and there was an aroused whimper from Leader at the deeply voiced domination. “You belong to me.”
“Sho-“
“Mine,” Sho repeated more forcefully, matching his thrusts with his voice, and Ohno was writhing underneath him.
“You belong to me.”
A/N: As you can see, this one was for yarukizero. Just in case you're curious, her prompt was Sexy!Sho seducing Ohno. I inserted more humor than I should have, I think, but I like the outcome. :) yarukizero, I love you~
To everyone, thanks for reading and keep an eye out for the next ones! <3
The first five. A little out of order, so I apologize for those of you who have to wait. ^.^
Title: Umaiiiii!!!!!
Pairing: Ohno/Nino
Rating: PG
Prompt: for nijimirai
Nino opened the door to his apartment when the doorbell rang, already anticipating his company, and then stopped, frozen in place by shock.
“Ohno? What…?”
The fish enthusiast smiled brightly at his friend, and then patiently waited for Nino to allow him past the entrance. The gamer covered his face with his hand in a dubious fashion, but still backed up enough to let Ohno inside. Although the older man was wearing a large coat that went down past his fingertips, the rest of his outfit underneath was pretty obvious; bright red socks, yellow shirt… and the signature matching hat of Ohno’s character Kaibutstu-kun.
“Why the hell are you wearing that?” Nino asked with an annoyed tinge to his voice and began rubbing his temples with both hands, shuffling past his associate to head back to the stove, trying to tell himself that he hadn’t been used like it appeared he had.
“It’s cute, right?” the strangely dressed idol tried to argue, but his friend just rolled his eyes as he checked on the food.
It was curry, of course. Ohno had requested it-guilted Nino into making it, really. After one of Nino usual requests for dinner with Leader, he had pushed the topic more than usual and they had compromised. Ohno would come over to Nino’s apartment, not out to a restaurant, and only if Nino promised to cook for him, and not only that, but it had to be curry.
Although he felt a little bullied by the older man, the gamer had agreed and had even followed through with his promise, but now that he had seen what this had really been about, just playing a part in Leader's roleplaying, he was getting irritated.
Ohno had taken off his coat and adjusted his red ribbon in the mirror in the living room before making his way towards Nino and instantly seating himself at one of the place mats on the round wooden table located just outside of the kitchen. Trying to hold back any nasty comments, the gamer scooped the rice and curry onto one plate and then stomped to the table, setting the serving down in front of his guest harshly.
Despite the fact that Nino continued to stand there, hovering over the chair and glaring at him, Ohno grinned and pressed his hands together joyfully, mumbling Itadakimasu before digging in with the metal spoon provided.
He took a bite, paused, his smile dropping a little, and then tentatively took a second one, as if he needed to double check the taste.
Nino almost lost his temper when Ohno slowly put down the spoon and mumbled, “It’s missing something.”
“You’re kidding me, right?” he snarled back, hitting his forehead with his palm. “I spent the last two hours painstakingly making this curry for you, and you’re going to put a goddamn egg in it.” Well, it hadn’t been quite two hours and it hadn’t been hard-he had just followed the directions on the box-but this curry had his love in it. It was like adding Jun to the amazing thing called Ohmiya.
But, in an attempt to salvage the night that he had put aside for his close friend, Nino stalked to the fridge, picked the last egg from the carton and gingerly broke it in Ohno’s curry for him. After walking back to the kitchen to throw the shell away, the cook once again returned to the table, this time sitting across from Ohno and giving him a hard stare while the strangely dressed guest mixed his curry with a small frown on his face.
“Nino-chan’s not eating?” he asked quietly, daring to look up at the mentioned man. He hadn’t taken a bite of his improved dinner even thought he was still stirring it halfheartedly.
“I’m not hungry,” the younger idol replied, which was true. The box lunch he had eaten during filming from his drama that afternoon was enough to keep him satisfied for the rest of the night.
At the harsh reply, Ohno suddenly looked like he was about to cry, his lips parting slightly and eyes sparkling, and set his spoon onto his plate to instead fold his arms in his lap.
“Oh God, don’t look at me like that,” Nino sighed, dropping his head into his hand for a second before he pushed himself back up and approached Ohno’s side, stopping in the same place as earlier. He slowly dropped to his knees, resting his arms heavily on the tabletop with his head cradled on top of them. “I’ll eat it if you feed me,” he offered, forcing a mischievous grin, which turned authentic when Ohno smiled back at him.
Obediently opening his mouth when Ohno raised the spoon, Nino took his first bite of his own creation.
“The egg’s not bad,” he added, just to make sure that any hard feelings from earlier had been cleared, and Ohno took a bite of the curry himself as if to accept the unsaid apology.
The plate was cleaned in mere minutes and the cosplaying idol offered a sweet Umaiiiii!!!!! to his friend, before his grin finally dropped from his face once more.
“Kazu, I’m sorry…” he said guiltily, looking down at his plaid pants, and Nino perked up, shaken out of his daze of watching the older man eat his food, which had honestly been made with his love (although a little bit of Jun had been added afterwards).
Not knowing what to reply, the gamer stayed quiet, and after a second Ohno continued, his voice still as depressed as before. “I liked Kaibutsu-kun so much… Ever since filming was over I’ve been missing it…” he admitted. “I thought it would be fun to dress up when I came over to Kazu’s house…”
Nino sighed again and rubbed his face, feeling himself flush a little at Ohno’s innocent demeanor. He looked so adorable.
“You’re missing the big ears.”
“I know…” Ohno looked confused, unsure whether Nino was gently teasing him or being mean again.
“You’re still cute, so don’t worry about it.” As he said those words with a smirk, the younger man reached out and gently touched Ohno’s face, once again in an unsaid apology. Smiling tentatively, the older man also reached across the table to return the action, but before he could, Nino pushed the brim of his hat farther so it rested on the side of his head, and leaned forward to kiss him.
It was just a touch before he pulled back to see his partner’s reaction, but Ohno was grinning wider than before and Nino felt himself relax. The night wasn’t a waste after all.
“Hee hee. Nino-chan’s a pervert… doing that while I’m wearing this costume…”
“Be quiet, you,” he laughed in return, pushing Ohno’s seat back a few inches so he could properly fall against him, Nino’s head against his friend’s shoulder, holding himself up by the arms of the kitchen chair.
Once he had settled himself, the gamer asked, “So who’s the love interest in Kaibutsu-kun again? Hiroshi? How about I dress up like him next time?”
Chuckling in amusement, the drama star corrected, “No! Didn’t you watch the special? Kaiko-chan’s the love interest. Or Utako…” His hands wrapped around Nino’s back and continued on before the younger man could protest. “Yeah, we could borrow a school uniform…”
“Nevermind,” Nino broke in with a neutral voice, “I’ll just stay Ohno Satoshi’s love interest.”
Before his friend could start laughing again, Nino pushed himself off the floor to silence him with another kiss.
A/N: This actually turned out to be super fun to write! nijimirai, I hope you like it. ^.^
Title: Is Sho-chan Jealous, By Any Chance?
Pairing: Sho/Nino
Rating: PG-13
Prompt: for yukichan_tb
Sho wasn’t drunk, quite, just lost in himself enough to not care that Ohno was staring at him with knowing eyes as he glared at a certain couple across the room. He downed the last of his hard liquor in one gulp, then winced as it burned its way into the lining of his throat.
“Is Sho-chan jealous, by any chance?” the group leader asked calmly and in a low voice.
Feeling tears burn his eyes, only becoming more prominent in shame as he noticed them, Sho turned back to his friend, calling a bartender for his next drink with his hand as he went, and spat, “He’s out with a new fucking guy every night, Ohno.”
The older man’s eyes were tranquil and understanding as he stared back at his friend. “You turned him down when he offered himself to you, didn’t you?” he asked, more for clarification than as an accusation.
“Of course I did. I’m not going to be another name on his list of conquests,” Sho replied in a raspy voice, nodding to the man behind the counter as he was offered another drink.
Looking pensive for a moment, the captain let out a lungful of air to create a pause, then explained, “I’m not sure he understands why.”
In his daze, Sho didn’t even bother to decipher his friend’s underlying insinuation and asked stupidly, “Huh?”
“It might just be me…” Ohno started and glanced over at Nino, who was smiling happily and chatting with Kamenashi at a table halfway across the room, the group of idols relaxed and acting freely in the high class bar frequented by only the richest of Tokyo citizens, sheltered from any gossip outside of their immediate support group. “But I think after that… he started getting worse.”
“What?”
“You need to talk to him, Sho,” Leader said blatantly, sending his friend his most stubborn look.
Sho stared at Nino and the younger’s catch of the night. Kame’s hand was on the gamer’s waist and Nino was leaning into him, discreetly motioning towards the door as he whispered something in the other man’s ear.
They had just begun to make their exit when Sho suddenly stood up and didn’t allow himself time to wobble on his feet before taking off across the room, pushing one actor he had probably worked with at some point in time out of his way. Neither of the men had noticed the approach before Sho had grabbed onto Nino’s wrist tightly, ripping it out of Kame’s embrace.
“Sho?! What the hell--?“ the younger man snarled, trying to tear his arm out of the rapper grip, but Sho held fast and forced his group mate to face him.
“Nino, you have to stop this!”
Instead of looking surprised or confused at the vague command, the idol instead looked infuriated.
“I’ll do whatever I want to!” he shot back, trying to pull himself free again. Kame was just staring at them unmoving, as if he was completely lost on whose side to take.
“Nino! Please! You’re going to regret it someday-“ Sho had forgotten that he was a little drunk until now, when the more eloquent words that he usually would have come up with didn’t reveal themselves. “You’re becoming dirty-“
Frozen at the insult that his fellow idol hadn’t actually intended to throw out, Nino gritted his teeth, looking torn between crying and punching the older man until he began to bleed.
“That’s right, Sho. I’m dirty. So what the hell do you want with me?” he replied in a dangerously low voice, ignored the attention of the other patrons that they had attracted in their quarrel.
The rapper stared into Nino’s expressive eyes and tried to think of a way to fix this messed up situation, struggling to do so through his liquor induced detachment.
Suddenly the shorter man wretched his arm out of Sho’s grasp and rubbed his wrist once before turning back to Kame and pulling his partner with him towards the exit as fast as he could.
“What if I said I loved you?” Sho asked in melancholy, just loud enough to be heard over the slight noise of the crowd.
As expected, Nino froze, Kame along with him. His back was still facing Sho, but he was completely silent, urging the other Arashi member to either explain himself or take his words back.
“I love you and if I have you I won’t share you with anyone,” Sho said seriously and suddenly felt his head start pounding with alcohol, or better named liquid courage. He’d been holding those words in for years, even though they hurt so much every time they came to his mind.
“Fuck you,” Nino whispered and took off towards the exit again, dragging Kame behind him.
They walked down the hallway and waited a few seconds for the elevator, and it was clear that both of them were waiting for the bar door to burst open and Sho to follow them with more declarations.
But he didn’t.
Once the lift had closed behind them, Nino fell against Kame and the rock star pulled him close. In all the times they had been together, he had never seen his friend completely break down like he was threatening to do right now.
“Nino? Are you okay?”
“Yeah, of course, why wouldn’t I be okay?” he replied too quickly, trying to cover up his eyes.
“You’re shaking.”
“I said I was okay…” Nino sobbed, then collapsed onto his knees.
A/N: With stories like this I always make up a happy ending... In my head I did for this one, too, but I won't share it just in case you want them to stay apart. ^.^ I sort of really did make them argue... yukichan_tb, thank you~ You always come up with good ideas.
Title: But I thought You'd Like It...
Pairing: Sho/Nino
Rating: PG-13
Prompt: for narusaku4vr
“You, Sakurai Sho, are an idiot.”
“B-but I thought you’d like it.”
“I do like it. But isn’t the point of a date is to, I don’t know, have a good time with the person you go with?”
“I told you I didn’t want to go…!”
Nino hit him on the head. “Why the hell would I go on a date by myself?”
As Sho clung to the inside of the basket, still trying to find something to actually grab onto, his boyfriend sighed and turned back to the beautiful view that was being ignored because of his worry for the older man.
During their holiday, the two of them had taken a weekend to go sightseeing, and Sho had admitted he’d planned a special surprise in their mountainous retreat (also booked by Sho, as Nino would have simply been satisfied with staying at home, having sex as much as they could and filling in the gaps with video games). It turned out it was a hot air balloon, which he had considered romantic, but when the time came for them to actually take off, he looked around nervously, and told Nino that he should probably just go by himself after all.
Nino refused, and they were on the verge of canceling the whole thing… except that the younger idol looked so disappointed at the loss of the surprise (and money spent on it) that Sho had gathered enough courage to get into the basket of the balloon and then about a meter off the ground before his legs gave out from underneath him and he backed himself into a corner, closing his eyes and just trying to breath.
“You know, you could have picked a boat ride or something else,” the gamer said, pretending to watch the mountains as they passed by, although most of his attention was actually on his boyfriend.
“But this is a special sightseeing attraction in this area, rated number one dating location in the prefecture since it was opened three years ago, and one of only five places that you can ride a hot air balloon in Japan due to lack of-“
“Sho, shut up.”
The newscaster did as he was told, cutting of his rambling voice, and instead squeezed his eyes shut tighter as the basket shifted a little and Nino came closer to him.
“I really appreciate it, but you don’t have to force yourself for my sake. I already told you I was satisfied with just about anything.”
When he once again felt the smaller man move, Sho pried his eyes open, looking only at the shining brown ones in front of him which were full of affection despite the slight annoyance at the disastrous date.
“That’s exactly the reason why I wanted to do this. I didn’t want it to be another weekend at home,” Sho explained slowly, and Nino’s face suddenly softened into a smile. “I wanted to do something special.”
“Yeah, this is special alright,” the younger idol teased, smirking as he adjusted himself enough to sit down in front of his friend, leaning forward to rest his head on Sho’s knees, which were pulled close to his chest in a fetal position. “Comforting your boyfriend while he’s scared shitless on a date he planned.”
“I want you to enjoy it, Nino,” Sho whined with a pouted lip, but they had already been through this, once before they had taken off, and again as they slowly ascended into the air.
“I’m not going to enjoy it if you’re not with me.”
Focusing all of his attention on the gamer, Sho tried not to think about how high off the ground they were, which was becoming easier by the second, and gave a small smile when Nino poked him on the nose.
“And I’m not going to enjoy it if you’re miserable, either.”
“I’m sorry. I ruined it--” Sho whispered, but Nino pressed his finger to his boyfriend’s full lips to stop him, and shook his head.
“No, you didn’t. In fact, I think this is a very good opportunity. No chance anyone’s gonna catch us up here, right?” the younger idol said, a smirk slipping across his face as he leaned closer.
The rapper didn’t argue with that logic (the receptionist at the lodge seemed to recognize them despite their precautions and so they had been watching themselves extra carefully over the last few days), and his boyfriend had already figured he wouldn’t.
Nino kissed him firmly, pushing Sho’s legs open so they could get closer to each other, and the fact that they were several hundred meters in the air was forgotten.
They were just getting heated, their tongues running across each other’s teeth and lips and anywhere that felt good as Sho’s hands cupped Nino’s cute ass, when the gamer pulled back, suddenly alert.
“We’re supposed to be descending right now… right?”
Squeezing his eyes shut, Sho’s body became rigid again. “Don’t tell me that…”
Nino stood and leaned over the edge of the basket. “Oh. The guy with the truck is waiting for us. Dammit. Not enough time.”
Glancing back and forth between whatever was underneath them and his boyfriend, the gamer leaned down and began pulling Sho up.
“Come on. Just a quick look at the mountains. They’re really beautiful.”
“No! I can’t! I’m not standing until we land!” Sho insisted, but Nino didn’t give up.
“We’re really close to the ground now. Besides, you can stand in the middle of the basket. It’ll be like looking out a window.”
“I don’t like windows…” the older man tried again weakly, but ended up standing anyway at the gamer’s insistence, and even though they weren’t as low as Nino had made it sound, Sho was able to appreciate the scenery just a little, tightly gripping onto his bratty boyfriend, who was smirking.
But a second later the balloon jerked just a fraction and Sho dove for his corner, closing his eyes tightly. Nino laughed at him, but left him alone until they had landed on the ground properly before coaxing him back up to climb over the edge of the basket. Of course the newscaster fell to his knees and took a few deep breaths while Nino watched with amusement, but the balloon man ignored them while he began taking care of his equipment.
Nino crouched down and took Sho’s face in his hands tenderly, giving him one more quick kiss before whispering, “At least we won’t forget this date.”
A/N: This one was also super fun to write. ^.^ I added some fail!Sho in there and made myself quite proud. narusaku4vr, thanks for giving me some cute Sakumiya to follow up the depressing one.
Title: Fuck, You're So Cute
Pairing: Arashi/Sho
Rating: NC-17
Prompt: for dddcandy
“See? I totally told you guys he could easily be mistaken for a girl.”
“…And why did we need a maid outfit to prove it?”
“Because it’s feminine,” Aiba enunciated the last word and forced Sho farther into the room to show off his apparel.
Nino scoffed as his question was answered and promptly averted his gaze. Not only did the rapper look quite like a woman, but scandalously so.
They were inside, so he wasn’t wearing matching shoes or anything, but there were thin socks that stretched all the way up his thighs, matching the white and black maid cut of the tiny dress he was sporting. A fake corset was stitched across the chest, giving way to a white collar and round sleeves that covered his sloping shoulders, although it left most of his collarbone bare, and of course there was a similar ruffled headband forcing his shaggy hair to curve out away from his face. The skirt was supported by so many ruffles that the edges poufed out cutely, but that also meant that the curve of his ass was visible underneath them, as was the lacy bottom of a pair of pink panties, contrasting the monochrome of the rest of the outfit.
“Well… point proven… Can I change now?” Sho asked in a weak voice, staring down at the floor by his feet and unable to meet the stares of his band members.
“No way! I spent a lot of money on this! Plus, you haven’t even properly modeled it yet!” Aiba whined, prodding the older man a few feet forward again, and then leaning back to watch happily, much to the tortured idol’s embarrassment.
Facing Ohno, who was seated on the recliner closest to the television, Sho met Leader’s gaze for just a second, then turned away when he saw how unusually attentive he was. In an effort to comply enough to allow Aiba to let him scurry back into the bathroom, the model started to rotate to show everyone, but the edge of the skirt came up a little and the rapper immediately saw that Nino’s eyes were stuck on the area that had been flashed for a millisecond. He couldn’t do anything but blush in return.
When the gamer was just about to stand up, still staring at his ass, Sho tried to make his escape anyway, but Aiba grabbed him around the waist and turned him back to face everyone with a bright grin on his lips, the two of them leaning on the arm of the couch.
“No fair, Sho-chan.”
Ohno was standing up too, now, and Jun who was much closer, did the same. The three idols fell into step with each other, approaching the last two with an almost stifling sexual aura.
Aiba didn’t seem to notice.
“Come on, Sho-chan! You have to show us a little more!”
Smirking, Nino repeated in a more sensual tone, “Yeah, Sho-chan… You have to show us a little more…” They were only a few feet away now, and the rapper weakly tried to get away, but this time Aiba grabbed his arms to keep him from struggling.
When the gamer reached for the edge of the skirt, Sho tried to avoid the touch by moving his hips. Of course that meant that he pushed back against Aiba, who gasped in surprise.
“Oh my God. Sho-chan… You’re excited?” he asked incredulously as the rapper’s thighs parted a little and Aiba’s leg slipped through to press against his crotch.
“Fuck, you’re so cute,” Jun said with an anticipatory smile, reaching forward with Nino to slide his hand over the few inches of skin between the top of the socks and the bottom of the dress. The gamer continued his own actions of pulling up the brim of the skirt and revealing Sho’s growing erection while Ohno was the one to actually reach forward and touch it through his panties.
The rapper left out a shaky moan, unconsciously spreading his thighs wider, and Nino added, “Shit, this is hot,” to Jun’s statement.
As they continued to grope him in various places, Aiba holding his arms tightly even if the rapper didn’t seem to be struggling, Sho began trembling and losing all the strength in his legs.
“Panties or no panties?” Nino asked, slipping his finger under the elastic band and snapping them lightly against the pale hip.
“No-“ Jun started to reply at the same time that Ohno said, “Panties, please-“
With a sigh, the gamer looked mildly annoyed, but moved his grip to the head of Sho’s cock, where there were a few drops of liquid soaking through the thin material already.
“Who’s going first?”
“Please, let me go first, please, please…!” Aiba begged, craning his neck to try to see what was going on, since the skirt was in the way.
“But Oh-chan wants panties…” Nino replied. “Let him go first and then we’ll take them off.”
The miracle boy whimpered, but didn’t argue, and the four men went back to attacking their prey as if it was one of their choreographed dances. Aiba continued as he was, holding Sho up when his legs were pulled out from under him, while Nino began stretching his ass open with a finger wetted by his own mouth. Ohno was stroking Sho’s cock through the silky material as Jun moved his ministrations farther up, searching for the nipples hidden just under the edge of his collar.
When Ohno was ready he positioned himself between Sho’s legs, which were being held up on either side by Jun and Nino, the panties pulled aside just enough to let him in, still covering the bulging cock.
“Ah… Ahh… Satoshi…” Sho moaned as the older man began to thrust his hips forward, reacting by throwing his head back against Aiba. His inner thigh was being stroked by Nino on one side, and Jun had pulled down his top enough to begin toying with a nipple.
Leader was groaning himself, his eyes squeezing shut of their own accord, and his hands gripped Sho’s hips as hard as he could. Quickly becoming frantic as the idol underneath him began gasping, Ohno came a second later and Nino tsked him.
“Too fast, Oh-chan.”
“But Sho-chan is so hot…” the older man mumbled, backing up to look at his friend properly, examining every inch of flushed skin on his face, shoulders, and of course, lower half.
“Fucking hot,” Jun threw in, pinching the nipple hard and drawing a surprised moan from the cosplayer, and Nino was nudging his way into Ohno’s place.
“Hey!” Aiba whined as Nino unzipped his pants and began stroking his own hard erection. “I thought it was my turn next!”
“I want panties too,” the gamer replied as an explanation, thrusting into his friend without waiting, but his movements were just as impatient as Ohno’s and in no time at all Sho was squirming underneath him and begging someone to touch his cock.
The person to comply was Leader, who had shifted into Nino’s spot and had taken over the thigh caressing. He gently pinched the wet head of the confined erection and stroked out everything he could as Sho came hard, Nino crying out and immediately following him.
“Mm…Excellent,” the gamer sighed with a satisfied smirk, backing up a few feet and examining his handy work like Ohno had done earlier.
“I don’t think we’re done yet,” Leader said quietly, leaning forward to kiss Sho, who responded slowly, his eyes half lidded in his post-orgasm status, but Ohno drew out the younger man’s tongue for the rest of them to see as Sho’s legs were gently dropped to the floor, and then was forced to retreat when Aiba pushed them off the couch.
“That’s right. It’s my turn, Sho-chan!” the miracle boy said happily, setting the rapper, who hadn’t been able to bring much strength back into his legs, onto the ground and nudging him forward a little.
“Shit, I’ve got to see this,” Nino mumbled, shuffling over to stand behind Aiba as he helped the “maid” position himself on his hands and knees, the edges of the skirt sliding up to show the entirety of his ass, the place he had been fucked just a moment before evident by residual cum.
There were three hands stroking the exposed assets and Sho didn’t know who they belonged to, but as his mind slowly started to clear, Satoshi began kissing his lips again, sitting in front of him with his clothes back in place.
“Okay,” Aiba giggled, “Here I go.”
And as promised, he was being stretched again, this time the cock going deeper than before, and Aiba was moaning before Sho was. Leader had slid on of his hands down Sho’s collar to slide over his nipple, and it was then, his tongue circling Ohno’s halfway out of his mouth, that the dominated man gasped and felt himself begin to get hard again. Sliding his legs open to get a little more stability as Aiba started moving faster, verbally expressing how good he was feeling and how sexy this was with Nino egging them on with some profanities in the background, Sho broke the kiss to instead start panting for air.
“Ahh…Ahhh…” came out sinfully along with the deep intakes of breath, and suddenly Jun was there too, kneeling next to Ohno and whispering something in his ear.
The captain nodded in agreement, looking at Sho once before scooting over to let Jun take his place, but instead of a new tongue in his mouth, Jun was unbuckling his pants and pressing his cock there instead, inserting it as far as it would go before there was a refusal.
“I’m going next so make sure it’s wet,” Jun commanded in a low voice, and Sho shuddered. When he did so, reflexively clenching the muscles of his ass, Aiba groaned and thrust five or six more time, shallowly, before coming with a repressed whine.
By the time he had collected himself and pulled out, about ten seconds later, Jun had thrust inside of Sho’s mouth enough that his cock was certainly wet.
With a slender hand on the rapper’s cheek, he plopped onto the ground and stroked his skin, looking directly in the older man’s dilated eyes. Reaching down the decorated body and lightly touching the erection, almost hidden in all the ruffles, Jun whispered, “You want release, don’t you? You want me to fuck you, don’t you?”
Sho blushed all the way down his neck, but took a swallow breath and confirmed, “Yes… please…”
With a final caress, his lips temporarily on Sho’s, Jun slowly leaned back and laid on the ground, his cock standing up quite noticeably.
“Ride me.”
It took a second for the rapper to first process the message and then to repress the wave of arousal that had flown through his body at the words, but without any reservations, he slowly crawled forward and positioned himself over Jun’s hips, holding the younger man’s erection in one hand while he moved.
“Fuck, I’m hard again. Oh-chan, come here,” Nino said behind them, but Sho was only worried about the supple body and hard cock under him. He led Jun to his entrance and then descended faster than he should have, moving with enough force that his skirt bounced a little.
“Yeah… yeah…” Jun groaned, grabbing Sho’s waist tightly, but not helping him move. He wanted the older star to be the one doing the work.
And Sho quickly complied, thirst overtaking his limbs as he began to move up and down, his back arching and thighs already aching with the physical movement.
“Touch your nipples,” the younger idol gasped out, his voice shaking and face twisted in pleasure, but his deep eyes were trained on Sho, from where his skirt was moving across his cock in a feathery touch to where his lips were parted as he panted from the strenuous sex.
Not stopping his movements, Sho pulled down the top of his dress as far as it would go, stopping just an inch below his nipples, and took one of them in each hand, pulling at them with enthusiasm and then throwing his head back and moaning loudly.
“Oh God… Oh God… Jun…” he gasped out, and finally the model had started moving underneath him, using his hands as anchors to pull Sho’s hips down at the same time that Jun’s rose to meet them.
“Please,” he begged, his eyes wide and red lips swollen from overuse in the last hour, “Ahh… Ahhhhhh…!”
Sho came hard, his cum jetting out and sticking to the edges of his skirt, and Jun did too, his ass several inches off the ground and cock deeply buried inside of his partner.
Moaning again, the rapper fell forward, allowing Jun to lay him out flat on the ground, and the four men were looking at him again, still predatory but much more satisfied than before.
“Next time should we try a nurse or something,” Nino suggested and the rest of them nodded, throwing around ideas while Sho collected himself and blushed brightly, trying to cover his exposed privates with the short skirt unsuccessfully.
A/N: Okay, being completely honest, I was very excited to write this. (Also, this basically drained all of my energy.) Despite all the porn I've written, I think it's might be the dirtiest... It seemed rushed, though, because it was supposed to be a drabble, but it was sexy, right? :D dddcandy, you are awesome.
Title: You're Mine
Pairing: Sho/Ohno
Rating: R
Prompt: for yarukizero
Sho’s relationship with Leader was simple.
Ohno belonged to him.
This concept probably seemed bizarre to any outsider, considering that on the set, Ohno spent less time around Sho than almost any of the other Arashi members, and besides that, it wasn’t a physical relationship-they had never had sex or even kissed. But within Johnny’s and the entertainment world, it was a widely known fact that the sleepy eyed captain was off limits unless you wanted to incur the wrath of a particular newscaster.
Of course Sho could care less if Ohno snuggled with Nino or went drinking with Aiba or did kissing scenes with Jun, and even outside of their immediate circle, the idol was fairly tolerant of Ohno’s social life.
Because everyone knew who he belonged to, even if it seemed like Leader sometimes forgot.
Or maybe he didn’t know in the first place? Either way, it didn’t matter to Sho as long as his domain was obvious to anyone who would take Ohno away from him.
But eventually, one day that opinion changed, and it is that day in which the real story begins.
Sho had been invited to go fishing with Satoshi. It was his first time despite how much Ohno loved to go himself, because, well… Sho had never been invited before and he had never thought about it either. To him it was another part of Leader’s life that he had absolutely no interest in, but made the older man cute and endearing. He liked fishing because Ohno liked fishing, but that didn’t actually mean he had any interest in the sport.
It was after filming one day. The guest had mentioned their current hobby of fishing while on air and Ohno had perked up immediately. During breaks and backstage when they were finish, the two of them were inseparable, comparing stories of catches and favorite spots, and Sho had ended up next to Jun, the pair staring at the enthusiasts with confused expressions.
“I really don’t understand the appeal of fishing,” Sho had said offhand, curious more than sarcastic. Jun immediately agreed.
“Once you go, you’ll understand,” the guest had said with a knowing grin, and Ohno smiled in agreement, staring at Sho with his gentle eyes.
“Fine,” the newscaster said slowly, returning the smile to Leader. “Why don’t you bring me next time you go and we’ll see?”
Ohno had brightened and nodded once, leaving the promise there for that day at least, but less than a week later he had shown up at Sho’s apartment in the evening with an overwhelming amount of fishing gear.
They had slept together in Sho’s bed, just like they had been doing for as long as either of them could remember, and woke up only a few hours later.
Trying to be a good sport, the beginner trudged along after his teacher, carrying the poles that Ohno had given him, and they made their way to the dock, towards a small boat that already had a young man preparing some nets and other equipment on board.
“Ma-chan!” Satoshi said loudly, waving both of his hands, and the man on the boat suddenly turned and grinned, waving back.
Without any hesitation, the Arashi captain jumped onto the boat from the boardwalk, and Sho followed, although it was with a little more caution at the rusted hull and weather beaten cabin than his comrade.
“Ma-chan, this is Sho. I told you he was coming, right?”
“Maybe…” the man replied with a sheepish expression, but held out his arm for a handshake, and Sho immediately responded, filing this man under the big question mark in his head where he had also filed most of what Ohno had told him about fishing.
“Sho, this is Ma-chan.”
Ohno left it at that, not explaining how they had met or how long they had known each other or how many days a week they spent together, but Sho didn’t mind because he assumed this man was the same as…the rest of the people in the world.
But, apparently, Sho’s world was different than everyone else’s.
This man didn’t seem to realize that Ohno belonged to him, and when he touched Leader’s back it was supposed to be with a quick glance at Sho to make sure he wouldn’t be killed on the spot. Ohno’s acquaintance didn’t reassure anyone that his actions were merely friendly and that he didn’t mean anything by them, and he certainly didn’t back off when Sho began standing closer and emitting his usual intimidating aura.
Sho took the day to think about this sudden change in environment, wondering how often Ohno put himself in this situation. He didn’t catch anything (not that he was trying) and he didn’t discover any of the appeals of fishing. Instead he reached a decision, which was not that he would stalk Ma-chan home and dispose of him properly before anyone discovered him.
No, there was a much more effective rout to solving his problem, and that was to make sure that Ohno knew that he belonged to Sho instead of making sure everyone else did. There was only one way to do that, every other aspect of caring for the older man covered by Sho already, but seduction was a delicate art and one to be avoided if the performer was impatient.
Luckily enough, Sakurai Sho was very patient, but that didn’t stop him from starting his subtle attacks as soon as they got back to his place.
“Hey, Satoshi, I’m going to take a shower. How about you?”
“Maybe in a little while,” he replied naturally, completely relaxed on the couch and looking quite satisfied. “I’m gonna eat something first, so go ahead.”
Even outside of cramped concert rooms and cheap hotels, Sho and Ohno often took showers together. It was a wonder that the newscaster had never tried anything, but being around a peaceful Leader was like being lost in the ocean; the waves lulled you into calmness, even though you knew there was probably something more important than the warm feeling in the pit of your stomach. When their skin slid against each other, there was no tension, only affection, and that didn’t do well for sexual situations.
Of course Sho had every intention of changing that, now that he needed to lay an explicit claim on his soul mate.
Not wanting to be too obvious, Sho slid on his sweat pants and left the towel around his neck before shuffling into the front room. He yawned and stretched, explicitly showing his bare chest, before plopping down on the couch next to Ohno, who had turned to watch him distractedly with a beer in hand. It was only early evening, but Sho supposed it was never too soon to start drinking.
“You staying over again?” he asked, pulling the beer out of his friend’s hand and taking a sip himself. “Oh, that hits the spot,” Sho sighed in a low voice, closing his eyes and parting his lips a little as his head fell back against the couch.
“Don’t know. Mom’ll be annoyed.”
Although his initial reaction was to tell Ohno that he was a grown man and could make his own decisions, they had already had conversations like this a few times and now Sho really understood the fine line Ohno had to walk between keeping his life social active and his mother happy. Because of that, the newscaster was always pleased when Ohno chose to spend his nights alone with him.
“You know you’re always welcome,” Sho mumbled, leaving the conversation open before handing the beer back.
It was probably a good thing that Ohno went home that night, simply because Sho probably would have sped along his seduction and that was not a good idea. Over the next week, he took every opportunity to draw attention to himself before he began to drink or eat something, so that Ohno would catch a glimpse of his open mouth or tongue flicking out to lick his lips, and by the third time Sho had used this trick, Satoshi was staring. Sho smirked at him and Ohno smiled back, looking a little uncertain at the reason why.
As another part of his plan, he had taken to accidentally bumping into the older man occasionally, usually during filming, pretending to not see where he was going, and he’d take those opportunities to gently brush his hand across some part of Ohno’s body, like saying, Oh, I’m sorry about that.
It was working. After ten years of tranquil camaraderie, Sho had created enough friction to make Ohno’s eyes mist over in a mixture of lust and confusion (although it had technically only been his first attempt anyway).
The finale came at a dance practice for their next concert. Nino hadn’t shown up due to other work, and Jun was messing around with Aiba while Ohno listened to some criticism by the choreographer. They had stopped dancing a moment ago and Sho took the opportunity to pull his shirt over his head, his body drenched in sweat as usual, and poured the last third of his bottle of water over his head.
He turned just in time to watch Ohno quickly look away.
“Ahh… it’s so hot,” he whined, even though he had been experiencing the same heat for several days under the same conditions. “God, it’s so hot.” After those words, which came out slightly slower than the earlier ones, he moaned in a low voice, leaning against the wall behind him.
The woman had walked away from Ohno, so after a deep sigh, Sho took the opportunity to slink over to him, calling out to someone for another bottle of water as he went.
“Satoshi-kun,” came the same deep voice, and his eyelid slid down halfway to create a sultry look. “It’s too hard… I can’t get any of it down,” he whined again, taking a few swallow breaths to make it appear as if he was panting from the workout. “Please, Satoshi-“ tone lowered to almost a whisper as he leaned closer to his friend to make his words brush across his face, “Can I take a short break?”
Ohno visibly swallowed, his eyes trained on Sho’s, and then nodded slowly.
Smiling widely, the rapper came forward just a little more and ran his wet hand through his friend’s hair, letting his palm linger on the edge of Leader’s hot face. “Thank you.”
“Sho-chan, here’s some more water!” Aiba called out, bouncing over to them, and Sho pulled away to turn to the miracle boy.
“Thank you!” he repeated a little louder, immediately uncapping the bottle and taking a deep swig of it, opening his mouth as wide as he could and wrapping his lips tightly around the top of it before tilting his head back all the way.
He sighed, “Ahh!” with evident pleasure as he lowered the water again and wiped his forehead with the back of his hand.
“Oh! Sho-chan! You’re piercing is cute!” Aiba said suddenly, pointing down to his belly, where a stud with the heart at the end replaced his usual silver one.
Sho flicked it once, using his forefinger, with a pleased smirk, arching his back a little so they could see it better. “Thanks, Aiba-chan!”
Of course the miracle boy himself leaned over, flicking it again and getting a better look.
“Hey! Don’t do that! It tickles!”
“What? This?” Aiba asked innocently, doing it once more and Sho smacked him lightly on the head.
Jun called out to him, and Sho vaguely wondered if the pair was trying to help him with his goal before he turned back to Ohno and complained, “My nipples got hard.”
Of course that training Leader’s eyes right to them, and Sho went in for the kill.
“Hey, Leader, why don’t you come over to my house for dinner tonight?” His voice had become low again, as sensual as he could make it.
Ohno agreed without thinking, which Sho was grateful for, since he usually said he probably shouldn’t. But when Leader agreed to something he did his absolute best to follow through.
“Great.”
Sho bought takeout, since he wasn’t a good cook and didn’t want to waste the time trying right now, and a pack of beer even though he was pretty confident they wouldn’t be drinking tonight.
The atmosphere was tense, so much different from their usual fluid interactions, but Sho pretended not to notice. He cleared their plates and brought in some coffee as Ohno moved to the couch, then sat down next to Leader with a soft smile.
They were silent, a very common occurrence in their everyday lives, except this time Ohno was looking around absentmindedly and being fidgety and finally Sho pointedly frowned and scooted closer together.
“Satoshi-kun,” he said slowly, trying to make his voice as believable as possible, “You’ve been acting strange lately.”
At the accusation the older man turned suddenly to meet Sho’s gaze, then leaned back as the rapper came forward, pretending to search for an answer.
“What’re you talking about?” Ohno mumbled. “You’re the one who’s been acting weird…”
Not sure whether he had been outed or if Leader was just grasping at whatever excuse he could find, Sho pressed, “Like what?”
He could say, the way you eat your food, or taking off your clothes all the time, or being so sexy, but Sho already knew that all of those reasons would sound ridiculous once vocalized and Ohno hesitated when he realized the same thing.
They had kept moving and now Ohno was flat on the couch, his head elevated on the arm rest, and Sho was almost on top of him, paralleling their lips, even if he didn’t bring them together.
“Satoshi?” he asked. Leader’s breath caught and, much to his satisfaction, Sho felt him begin to tremble too. “What’s wrong?”
“Sho-kun…” the older man whined, grabbing the rapper’s upper arm.
“…What?” Sho replied in a whisper, his eyes half closed again, meeting Ohno’s look with a burning lust in his own gaze. But he was getting impatient all of a sudden and wasn’t sure he could wait for Leader to beg him of his own accord. “What do you want, Satoshi?”
“Sho-kun… please.”
Somehow he made himself wait and held his breath when Ohno let out those two words that broke down all of his reservations about making the man submit.
“Kiss me.”
That was enough.
Their lips connected, and Sho’s were already half open and he wondered if he had just found a new thing they were natural at without trying.
His hands wandered over Ohno’s body feverishly, overwhelmed by experiencing this sort of hunger for the first time at such a high intensity, and Leader was pressing back automatically, making small sounds in reaction.
It was a good thing Sho already had all the details of how this would go planned (even if those details weren’t exactly being followed) because he managed to get them to the bedroom without thinking about it too much and their clothes had been lost somewhere in the continuous foreplay. Although he wasn’t exactly in control of himself, the younger man went through the proper motions to prepare Ohno, and with the muscular legs wrapped tightly around his waist, began entering his lover with his own moans.
“Satoshi,” he gasped, cupping Ohno’s head in both hands, stroking his hair and kissing his sweaty skin. “You’re mine,” he said with the first thrust and there was an aroused whimper from Leader at the deeply voiced domination. “You belong to me.”
“Sho-“
“Mine,” Sho repeated more forcefully, matching his thrusts with his voice, and Ohno was writhing underneath him.
“You belong to me.”
A/N: As you can see, this one was for yarukizero. Just in case you're curious, her prompt was Sexy!Sho seducing Ohno. I inserted more humor than I should have, I think, but I like the outcome. :) yarukizero, I love you~
To everyone, thanks for reading and keep an eye out for the next ones! <3