[Prompt Drabble] White Day
Based off the results from this prompter.
Pairing: Ohno x Sho
Prop 1: neckties
Prop 2: secrets
Prop 3: valentines/white day
Rating: R
He couldn't wait...It was barely just after their live show but he couldn't hold it in any longer. Seeing him there, skin bronzed after yet another trip out to sea, it was all he could do to keep that smile on his face while they bid goodbye to their audience.
He was so close, just within arm's reach. When his leader had turned to smile at him, he thought he would explode in his jeans right then and there. Get a grip...breathe...don't think about it. Just get to the dressing room. Now. Wishing everyone a customary 'good job' as he passed them by, he made a beeline to his dressing room before quickly shutting the door and letting out a sigh of pent up frustration.
His eyes spotted the box he had left before the show began. He had thought to give it to him because today was March 14th after all...White Day. Thoughts of Ohno's face a month ago as he handed him a red heart box with Valentine's Day chocolates swam in his mind. Those shy eyes, that slight slanted smile... he groaned, bracing himself against the door before his knees gave way.
He couldn't do it...after all, he had held this feeling for nearly 8 years...he couldn't very well show that he had feelings for his group leader. It would ruin everything, and he knew it. I'll just calm down and give him the present later. He had to be the responsible one after all.
Still, his body was practically screaming differently. While logic knew this was wrong, his body would hear none of it. A firm erection threatened to expose his secrets to the world...as if it's existence is the only solid proof anyone needs to confirm his hidden feelings. It was painfully reminding him of what Ohno's existence really means to him and that he can't lie to anyone.
He was desperate. He had to find a way of release before seeing Ohno.
"Satoshi..." a soft, painful whisper escaped his lips as his hand slowly wandered to his zipper. While everyone had chided Ohno for being too tanned, he found that it had the complete opposite effect on him. That he had wanted to know what Riida looked like without clothes, whether he was that same rich colour all over...from head to toe... A soft gasp escaped him as his fingers found what they were looking for.
With wild abandon, he allowed thoughts of himself pleasuring Ohno again and again, his fingers massaged and stroked rhythmically. It wasn't the first time he had fantasized, but every time he did it, his heart just grew more pained.
A knock at the door nearly gave him a heart attack. Freezing with his hand still holding his shaft, he was afraid to even breathe. "Sho-kun..?" a familiar voice. No! His mind panicked. If Satoshi sees me like this..! He was far from satisfied, but he couldn't let Ohno in...and he couldn't stuff himself back into his pants. What do I do?!
"I'm coming in," Ohno announced. While Sho was panicking, he could feel the gentle push of the door against his back. "Sho-kun? What's wrong? Let me in," Ohno was persistent. "Ah...uh...wait, I'm...not..." before he could give an excuse, Ohno pushed himself in...and froze as he poked his head around the corner of the door.
Sho could feel all blood draining from his face. His heart smashed against his ribcage, and his mind was a complete blank. As if in slow motion, Ohno brought his eyes up to stare at Sho, his reaction a mixed one at best. Squeezing himself through the open space of the door, Ohno quickly closed the door and locked it. "You're..." he started, but Sho could only nod in response.
It was more than obvious what he was doing, and now that they were here together, there was nothing he could say to right the situation. Ohno shocked him by smiling, "What brought this on?" The question was innocent enough, but it made Sho groan inwardly. "...Y-You...you do this to me." There, he admitted it. It was all over now. Ohno's eyes widened as his gaze trailed to where Sho still held himself.
"I had no idea..." it was a soft whisper, but it was loud enough for Sho to hear. Standing there, exposed, it was pure torture. "I had no idea how many times I had fantasized about you like this..." If Sho wasn't shocked enough, this one sent him to the edge of near orgasm. He had to physically brace himself against the door.
Ohno edged closer and took hold of Sho's necktie, winding it around his hand before pulling him down for a kiss. Tongues clashed and darted through their mouths before Sho felt Ohno's free hand wrap around him. "Mm...don't...I'm too close..." he managed to mumble. "It's okay...trust me..." He felt Ohno massage his shaft deftly, his groans muffled by more kisses.
But something in him refused to let Ohno bring him off, so with his hands free, he practically pulled Ohno's clothes off. Releasing himself from Ohno's kisses, he kneeled, and tugged Ohno's pants until he freed what was confined within. His eyes took in the beautiful sight in front of him before he ravaged his leader using his fingers, mouth and tongue. Ohno's whimpers and moans sent thrills of pleasure up his own spine. "S-Sho...no...I'm...ah..." Ohno voice was ragged between gasps as Sho's rhythm went up a notch.
Bracing himself against a nearby chair, Ohno's back arched as he moaned, reaching climax. Spent, Ohno crumpled to the floor, breathing heavily. "Happy White Day, Satoshi," Sho crawled to his side, giving him a kiss on his sweat-drenched cheek, "Was this a good present?"
"Better...triple the amount of what I thought you were going to give me," Ohno tiredly smiled.
"Actually your present's on the table. You get it when we're done," Sho grinned, as he leaned forward to kiss Ohno senseless.
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*looks around innocently* =P
Pairing: Ohno x Sho
Prop 1: neckties
Prop 2: secrets
Prop 3: valentines/white day
Rating: R
He couldn't wait...It was barely just after their live show but he couldn't hold it in any longer. Seeing him there, skin bronzed after yet another trip out to sea, it was all he could do to keep that smile on his face while they bid goodbye to their audience.
He was so close, just within arm's reach. When his leader had turned to smile at him, he thought he would explode in his jeans right then and there. Get a grip...breathe...don't think about it. Just get to the dressing room. Now. Wishing everyone a customary 'good job' as he passed them by, he made a beeline to his dressing room before quickly shutting the door and letting out a sigh of pent up frustration.
His eyes spotted the box he had left before the show began. He had thought to give it to him because today was March 14th after all...White Day. Thoughts of Ohno's face a month ago as he handed him a red heart box with Valentine's Day chocolates swam in his mind. Those shy eyes, that slight slanted smile... he groaned, bracing himself against the door before his knees gave way.
He couldn't do it...after all, he had held this feeling for nearly 8 years...he couldn't very well show that he had feelings for his group leader. It would ruin everything, and he knew it. I'll just calm down and give him the present later. He had to be the responsible one after all.
Still, his body was practically screaming differently. While logic knew this was wrong, his body would hear none of it. A firm erection threatened to expose his secrets to the world...as if it's existence is the only solid proof anyone needs to confirm his hidden feelings. It was painfully reminding him of what Ohno's existence really means to him and that he can't lie to anyone.
He was desperate. He had to find a way of release before seeing Ohno.
"Satoshi..." a soft, painful whisper escaped his lips as his hand slowly wandered to his zipper. While everyone had chided Ohno for being too tanned, he found that it had the complete opposite effect on him. That he had wanted to know what Riida looked like without clothes, whether he was that same rich colour all over...from head to toe... A soft gasp escaped him as his fingers found what they were looking for.
With wild abandon, he allowed thoughts of himself pleasuring Ohno again and again, his fingers massaged and stroked rhythmically. It wasn't the first time he had fantasized, but every time he did it, his heart just grew more pained.
A knock at the door nearly gave him a heart attack. Freezing with his hand still holding his shaft, he was afraid to even breathe. "Sho-kun..?" a familiar voice. No! His mind panicked. If Satoshi sees me like this..! He was far from satisfied, but he couldn't let Ohno in...and he couldn't stuff himself back into his pants. What do I do?!
"I'm coming in," Ohno announced. While Sho was panicking, he could feel the gentle push of the door against his back. "Sho-kun? What's wrong? Let me in," Ohno was persistent. "Ah...uh...wait, I'm...not..." before he could give an excuse, Ohno pushed himself in...and froze as he poked his head around the corner of the door.
Sho could feel all blood draining from his face. His heart smashed against his ribcage, and his mind was a complete blank. As if in slow motion, Ohno brought his eyes up to stare at Sho, his reaction a mixed one at best. Squeezing himself through the open space of the door, Ohno quickly closed the door and locked it. "You're..." he started, but Sho could only nod in response.
It was more than obvious what he was doing, and now that they were here together, there was nothing he could say to right the situation. Ohno shocked him by smiling, "What brought this on?" The question was innocent enough, but it made Sho groan inwardly. "...Y-You...you do this to me." There, he admitted it. It was all over now. Ohno's eyes widened as his gaze trailed to where Sho still held himself.
"I had no idea..." it was a soft whisper, but it was loud enough for Sho to hear. Standing there, exposed, it was pure torture. "I had no idea how many times I had fantasized about you like this..." If Sho wasn't shocked enough, this one sent him to the edge of near orgasm. He had to physically brace himself against the door.
Ohno edged closer and took hold of Sho's necktie, winding it around his hand before pulling him down for a kiss. Tongues clashed and darted through their mouths before Sho felt Ohno's free hand wrap around him. "Mm...don't...I'm too close..." he managed to mumble. "It's okay...trust me..." He felt Ohno massage his shaft deftly, his groans muffled by more kisses.
But something in him refused to let Ohno bring him off, so with his hands free, he practically pulled Ohno's clothes off. Releasing himself from Ohno's kisses, he kneeled, and tugged Ohno's pants until he freed what was confined within. His eyes took in the beautiful sight in front of him before he ravaged his leader using his fingers, mouth and tongue. Ohno's whimpers and moans sent thrills of pleasure up his own spine. "S-Sho...no...I'm...ah..." Ohno voice was ragged between gasps as Sho's rhythm went up a notch.
Bracing himself against a nearby chair, Ohno's back arched as he moaned, reaching climax. Spent, Ohno crumpled to the floor, breathing heavily. "Happy White Day, Satoshi," Sho crawled to his side, giving him a kiss on his sweat-drenched cheek, "Was this a good present?"
"Better...triple the amount of what I thought you were going to give me," Ohno tiredly smiled.
"Actually your present's on the table. You get it when we're done," Sho grinned, as he leaned forward to kiss Ohno senseless.
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*looks around innocently* =P