NANO DAY 3
Day 3
Body Gospel - Omake
Ohno stretches, lean muscles flexing in a graceful arch, golden skin bathed in the morning sunlight. Then he turns around and scratches at his butt before readjusting his underwear.
Nino chuckles into his pillow.
“See, that’s the side of you that you should be showing to all those little ladies who fawn over you at the studio.”
“Eh?” Ohno asks. “Oh, you mean those who come to my classes only because they want to ask me out on a date?”
There’s a smirk on Ohno’s face, and Nino quickly makes a grab for him and tumbles him back onto the bed with every intent to get back at him for that, intent that dissolves fast as Ohno arches against him, pushing his hips against Nino’s in a way that makes getting out of bed very unappealing.
“Smug bastard,” Nino mutters. “I have to go to work, you know?”
“You started this,” Ohno breathes. “Now you have to take care of me or I’ll think about you every time I bend someone over today.”
Nino laughs. “It could get dangerous,” he agrees, rolling them over and kissing kissing kissing.
Ohno reaches for Nino’s hand and moves it down between his legs, rolling his hips in a way that would seem practised if all Ohno’s moves weren’t so naturally fluid. “You should come back to my class,” he says.
“Wouldn’t that be even more dangerous?” Nino points out, moving his hand and making Ohno’s hips skip in staccato.
“Yeah,” Ohno says, his grin just the right mix of mischief, lust and sex to get Nino going. “Very dangerous.”
*
“If I get in trouble for being late, I’m totally blaming you,” Nino says, quickly tying his tie and tightening the knot.
Spread out on the bed, Ohno stretches and smiles lazily. “You should come back to my class. I’ll help you relax,” he says.
Nino does end up getting in a bit of trouble for being late, but he finds that he’s okay with that. He has to admit it was rather worth it. Plus, he does also feel a lot more relaxed. Maybe he's starting to understand the virtues of yoga.
Body Gospel - Omake
Ohno stretches, lean muscles flexing in a graceful arch, golden skin bathed in the morning sunlight. Then he turns around and scratches at his butt before readjusting his underwear.
Nino chuckles into his pillow.
“See, that’s the side of you that you should be showing to all those little ladies who fawn over you at the studio.”
“Eh?” Ohno asks. “Oh, you mean those who come to my classes only because they want to ask me out on a date?”
There’s a smirk on Ohno’s face, and Nino quickly makes a grab for him and tumbles him back onto the bed with every intent to get back at him for that, intent that dissolves fast as Ohno arches against him, pushing his hips against Nino’s in a way that makes getting out of bed very unappealing.
“Smug bastard,” Nino mutters. “I have to go to work, you know?”
“You started this,” Ohno breathes. “Now you have to take care of me or I’ll think about you every time I bend someone over today.”
Nino laughs. “It could get dangerous,” he agrees, rolling them over and kissing kissing kissing.
Ohno reaches for Nino’s hand and moves it down between his legs, rolling his hips in a way that would seem practised if all Ohno’s moves weren’t so naturally fluid. “You should come back to my class,” he says.
“Wouldn’t that be even more dangerous?” Nino points out, moving his hand and making Ohno’s hips skip in staccato.
“Yeah,” Ohno says, his grin just the right mix of mischief, lust and sex to get Nino going. “Very dangerous.”
*
“If I get in trouble for being late, I’m totally blaming you,” Nino says, quickly tying his tie and tightening the knot.
Spread out on the bed, Ohno stretches and smiles lazily. “You should come back to my class. I’ll help you relax,” he says.
Nino does end up getting in a bit of trouble for being late, but he finds that he’s okay with that. He has to admit it was rather worth it. Plus, he does also feel a lot more relaxed. Maybe he's starting to understand the virtues of yoga.