Exam Tactics (Birthday Gift for Camaronzin)
Title: Exam Tactics
Pairing: Ohmiya
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Ninomiya Kazunari needs to pass Japanese Literature to stay on the baseball team.
Note: Ohno is a dirty old man here especially to please just recently birthday girl camaronzin. I couldn't help make Nino a little snarky in the beginning but kept him mostly under Ohno's pretty thumb. It's PWP and really long. I have a headache.
‘Sensei, please! Re-take the test! If I fail literature they’ll kick me out of the baseball team!” Ninomiya Kazunari bowed deep in front of his slightly eccentric literature teacher.
Ohno looked on with a bored expression; he’s been through all this with many students before, he’s sent crying girls away with their failing grades without a moment’s hesitation. This boy was worse; he was talented yet simply non-caring. The fact that he let the Ninomiya boy even into his office surprises him.
Somehow though there’s a want to help him or maybe just an intention behind it all.
Ninomiya Kazunari looks at him with watering eyes but Ohno Satoshi can see through the cute expression. It’s put on, given another chance the boy would hand in another below standard work but he’s still sitting in the office and he’s still listening to his insincere pleas.
“You know Ninomiya-kun, you’re in your last year of high school you should already be aware of the fact that you can’t play team sport until you have at least a minimum C average, yet you submitted a half finished work, it’s not the first time even. I honestly can’t see why I should retake the test.”
Ninomiya Kazunari bites his lip, Ohno takes the dramatic silence to be the boy stalling while he thinks of a way to melt his heart. His lips quiver before he bows his head again.
“Sensei it’ll never happen again, please it’s my last chance to play with the team before I graduate.” Ohno knows it to be true and for a moment he’s considering the re-take but then he gets distracted with the slight flash of skin, stretched smooth against the teen’s collarbone, revealed as the loose shirt falls down when he bent forward and he knows that it’s not sympathy that has got him even considering listening to what the boy has to say.
Ohno sighs, a sign that he’s considering it, a sign he gives purposefully, planning the boy’s next step as the other’s eyes sparkle with a glint of hope, “I don’t know it just seems like a lot of work to me.”
“Please sensei! I’ll do anything.”
It’s starting to sound like cheap porn.
Excellent.
“Anything, huh?” Ohno smirks, trusting the boy to have actually watched enough porn to get the implications.
He looks thoughtful like he’s considering it. Of course he gets the implications, he’s a seventeen year old boy, of course he’s watched porn. But he’s a smart seventeen year old as Ohno’s eyes trail the slow movements of his body as he gets up and leans against the wall beside his desk.
The Ninomiya boy is still trying to keep up his oblivious mask as he tilts his head to one side and pouts slightly, “Yes Sensei, anything.” Ohno feels like fisting the air in triumph when he hears the stress on ‘anything’
“But Sensei...” He trails off as he looks up to the ceiling and juts his hips slightly forward as he leans further into the wall, “What is it that I can do?” His pout deepens as though he’s thinking what it could possibly be that his Sensei wants.
Ohno smirks, a tease, it’ll be hard to actually get into this boy’s pants and it’s kind of really turning him on. He likes a good chase.
Ohno rises from his chair and walks slowly up to Ninomiya who eyes him with a slightly wary look. Ohno likes how he’s playing innocent. Being forceful is a slight kink of his, not to mention the boy looks incredibly sexy with his most probably fake innocence.
Ohno raises his hands and places them against the boy’s neck, it warms his hands and his long fingers warp perfectly around the long column, ‘What can I do for you, Sensei?” He asks again not too differently from the way Akiba maids say it with Goshijin-sama instead.
“You know what.” He forces through with a small smirk before pulling the boy in for a kiss. He feels the boy’s lips stretch into a smirk of it’s own against him. He kisses him slowly, settles on sucking his lower lip as he tries to decide how to progress to a deeper kiss without having their teeth clash together. The boy’s teeth do jut out a little.
He coaxes the mouth open little by little until it’s wide enough for his tongue to slip in. It roams the wet cavern almost lazily and he’s reminded of the calm happiness he feels when he’s fishing as his tongue presses against different patches of the inside of the boy’s cheek, suddenly the boy’s tongue clashes with his in a tentative lick and they both pull apart with a gasp.
Usually he wouldn’t care but the boy looks genuinely surprised as he licks his lips unsurely. Ohno isn’t sure if the boy’s surprised look is genuine but he knows that reciprocating his kiss wasn’t part of the boy’s plan. If his earlier actions were enough indication Ohno guesses Ninomiya wanted to just mainly remain submissive.
But his eyes are glimmering and Ohno is a bit relieved because Oh thank god, he actually liked it and their lips reconnect almost forcefully, from both sides. Lips fused as one and tongues twisted in a fierce battle. Ninomiya’s hands slide up his side and wind around his neck as he melts further into his body, fingers curling into soft brown hair.
Ohno’s hands scrabble at the shirt tucked into the boy’s pants pulling it out hastily and he groans into Ninomiya’s mouth once the shirt is out and he can flatten his palms against smooth skin. This part is pleasantly warm, the boy’s whole body he thinks with satisfaction (and a slight twitch of his groin) is a pleasant fuzzy warm while his mouth is furious and hot against his.
Nino moans in reciprocation and pulls him even closer, kiss sloppy with fragments of desperation showing.
Ninomiya will get hard like this. It’s not completely uncalled for neither is it unexpected but he wants something more satisfying from his student.
He retracts, wipes his own mouth before brushing a thumb tenderly across Ninomiya’s bruised lips slick with saliva. The boy is panting and looking deliciously rumpled and Ohno wills down an erection as he pulls the other’s chin up and whispers softly, “I’ll give the re-test at my house tonight.”
He grabs his folder and leaves before he can change his mind. The few hours till night would be simply torturous, he just knows it.
Bright side is it would be torturous for his student as well as he hears a frustrated groan as he closes the door softly behind him.
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Ninomiya arrives in time for dinner, he isn’t really expecting him to come before dinner but he’s tried distracting himself the whole day preparing an elaborate feast (and burning most of it) He figured the boy would appreciate food after they were done. But before it, is good too.
Ninomiya takes his plate laden with cha han and some goopy thing. He honestly can’t cook much else but cha han.
But Ninomiya thanks him and sits down in front of the television, picking at his food idly. He’d be offended only the cha han tastes great and the goopy thing is edible plus Ninomiya is so skinny he probably doesn’t eat much by habit.
“Sensei...” Nino whines out. Ah so Nino wants to get over with it and probably go home. Ohno’s not relenting that easily.
“Is it good?”
The boy seems to hesitate and looks warily at his plate, afraid he’ll get criticised Ohno grabs Nino’s chin and presses their lips together. He moves slowly just enough so that Ninomiya can at least realize they’re kissing. He doesn’t want to give the impression that they’ll have sex yet.
As he pulls away Ohno asks again, “Is it good?”
Nino looks dazedly at Ohno then to his plate and he licks his lips slowly, tasting before he answer with a slight embarrassed nod.
Ohno can’t help but wonder if the boy is putting on an act or if he’s genuinely feeling trepidation now.
Either way is fine really.
They finish dinner, Nino’s plate is finally emptied with great support from his Sensei. Ohno goes to the bathroom to brush. It’s not because he doesn’t want to smell like food. He likes food and there’s no problem with smelling like it but a dazzling smile does not make itself. Only Ninomiya misunderstands, he follows Ohno to the bathroom uses his mouthwash and stands almost rigidly with chin upturned.
Ohno pats his head with a chuckle before going back to lounge in the living room couch. It won’t do if he’s always so ready and on his guard. This tensed, the boy will never be able to enjoy it and Ohno doesn’t want to rape him or anything. He’d honestly give the retest even if the boy backs out (He’ll just not give him an A).
Ohno waits before Nino is relaxed and smiling, laughing at the comedy duo doing their skit . During one of his vicious chortles Ohno grabs his hand and pulls him into a kiss.
Nino awkwardly comes forward and Ohno misses so that he’s kissing a little off the corner off his mouth but a minute slide brings him to his destination and Nino’s still laughing, only he tenses a second later probably when he realizes what’s happening or at least about to happen.
Ohno wraps him in his embrace, more like traps Ninomiya while he’s still collecting himself and finally, finally his arms struggle out of where Ohno has trapped them to his side to curl around his neck. Ohno feels it safe to deepen the kiss and so he does.
The boy is panting within seconds, doesn’t know how to get his breathing straight with Ohno attacking his lips like that and he uses the hands on Ohno’s shoulders as leverage to push away, panting. Ohno appreciates the column of neck he has unwitting exposed to him and shifts his adoration there, nipping at the soft skin in little sucks and tender licks and kisses until Ninomiya squirms and makes noises of pleasure at the back of his throat.
Ohno leans forward until Nino’s on his back on the sofa and he’s fit snugly between his legs. He feels Nino’s erection against his hip and a surge of happiness coarses through him that he channels through another rough kiss.
Ohno raises Nino shirt upto his chest and draws small circles as he leads Nino’s tongue into his own mouth. When he grinds his hips down the kiss becomes sloppy as Nino can’t seem to co-ordinate his muscles. His arms sag and Ohno has no problem pinning them to his side as he raises his hips only to bring them down harshly against Ninomiya’s. Ohno’s been told he’s particularly good at moving his hips. He’s brought down grown men to climax using the same moves he uses now. The slide of his crotch against Ninomiya’s is left teasingly short before he grinds again. In a matter of seconds Nino is an incoherent puddle of goo desperately trying to rub up against his Sensei.
They’ve stopped kissing, mainly because Ohno is fully concentrated in driving his student crazy and succeeding beautifully but their mouths are still open and panting wantonly against each others.
“Ah~~Sensei” Nino will come and there’s no stopping it because Ohno has realized it too late. For a moment he panics that it’ll be over but then he realizes its better for Ninomiya to cool off for what’s yet to come.
“Sensei!” Nino clutches his shoulder and wraps a leg over his before pushing their hips together painfully hard and comes. Ohno kisses him through it softly and when the others body finally goes lax their hips fall back onto the couch still snugly fit together.
Nino’s chest heaves against his and his breath falls against his cheek and Ohno feels oddly triumphant at having his student so submissive underneath his body. It makes him want to tear him apart with some intense fucking which on the bright side he will do soon enough.
After what seems too soon to Ninomiya, Ohno untangles himself and tugs Nino off the couch, Nino groans and resents. Ohno clicks his tongue in impatience before lifting Nino’s body off the couch enough so that their upper bodies are in an embrace, the boy’s legs come to wrap around his waist a minute later and Ohno carries him to the bedroom.
“Where are you taking me?” Nino whispers into his ear pressing his cheek to his shoulder, enjoying the way their bodies rock as Ohno walks.
“To the bedroom, don’t tell me you thought it was over.” Ohno replies with an incredulous tone.
Nino is silent for a while before he kisses Ohno’s shoulder shyly, “I was afraid it was.”
Ohno pats his back as a reward.
Ohno throws him onto the bed roughly and Nino looks a little confused as he bounces a little on the light blue sheets. Ohno thinks it’s a nice contrast to the paleness of Ninomiya’s skin of which not nearly enough is showing.
Ohno straddles him, to correct the problem and grips the ends of Nino’s shirt lightly and follows the hem of the shirt placing butterfly kisses on his abdomen, this time he doesn’t stop until the t-shirt is over his shoulders and his hands are trapped in it.
Before Nino could complain about the impromptu bondage, Ohno silences him with a kiss. Appeased Ninomiya is once again pliant, at least until Ohno’s lips trail down to brush against a soft nipple and Nino gasps struggling to get the shirt off his wrists as Ohno licks his nipples till it becomes hard and sensitive.
Nino’s hands are free and Ohno finds himself pushed away from Nino’s fascinating nipples. Although he’s older, he forgets dignity in favour of a disapproving whine.
“I’m not a girl!” Nino whines back at him crossing his arms across his chest effectively hiding his nipples from Ohno’s greedy mouth. Of course this didn’t sit well with him at all.
“Then, it shouldn’t be a problem.” He replies calmly before slowly pulling Ninomiya’s tense hands from his chest and pinning them to the bed. Ohno dips his head again to continue his ministrations on the perky nipples but Nino whines more and struggles, so when Ohno tries to bite it softly, he misses, twice.
Ohno twists Nino’s arms on the bed almost painfully and he scolds using the tone that would make bullies cry, “Don’t make me use the ropes!” Nino is instantly silenced but he is still uncomfortable and Ohno starts from his neck, scrapes his teeth against one enticing collarbone before going back to his nipples. Nino this time pleasantly arches up against Ohno’s warm tongue.
Satisfied Ohno trails down the body in determined exploration of the unknown contours of Nino’s body, his smooth skin a pleasant path under his lips.
Ohno reaches Nino’s crotch rubs his cheek against Nino’s inner thigh so that little else but his hair tickles the young boy’s member.
“Sensei...” Nino speaks in incoherent gasps and Ohno finds it all too cute. He wonders for a moment how Nino will react to a blowjob pretty certain he’s never had one before.
It’s too bad that after he gets one from Ohno he’ll never find someone who’d satisfy him equally.
Ohno treats this knowledge as a source of becoming even more turned on than he already is.
Ohno without warning takes the head between his lips and slides down the length of the shaft with restrained expertise.
Nino seems to be in pain, it’s like those times when you touch a really cold surface and aren’t sure whether you’ve burned yourself. The blinding pleasure heightening his pleasure till the tell-tale signs of release.
This time again Ohno catches the signals too late, lost in the taste and shape of Nino’s erection. But he knows he can’t let Nino come this time and expect him to deliver till a third.
It’s something Ohno barely resorts to using but he almost has no choice today. He quickly slides off Nino who protests and his legs scrabble after Ohno’s moving body. Ohno pulls out a ring and pushes it to tightly fit into the base of Nino’s length.
“Sensei?” He seems horribly confused and Ohno knows how very restless he would be feeling right about now.
All the more reason to prolong the blowjob until he himself would feel like coming in his pants.
When Ohno’s mouth wrapped around Nino’s member the second time, it wasn’t just Nino writhing in a confusing mixture of pain and pleasure, it was Nino literally trying to get Ohno off of him, too afraid to use his hands at the bondage threat from earlier and because they were too busy clutching the sheets, Ohno’s hair, his own hair and anything in between and within his reach that could possibly be clutched.
Nino’s heels bumped into Ohno’s side in a futile attempt to stymie his Sensei’s goal of driving him to insanity and rubbed the skin with the coarse skin of the sole of his feet without abandon when he realized Ohno wouldn’t detach his mouth from his member.
Nino resorted to screaming in the end and it was due to the sole safety of his eardrums that Ohno leaned up to kiss Nino and to just make him shut the hell up. Ohno loved loud partners but there was a limit Nino threatened to cross with each suck Ohno bestowed onto his engorged shaft.
Nino was sobbing by the time Ohno broke the kiss but much calmer than before as he seemed less prone to kicking Ohno’s balls. Ohno chuckled and brushed Nino’s black hair away from his sweaty forehead.
“Sensei, please...take it off” He dug his fingers deep into Ohno’s shoulders but his blunt nails failed to break skin. Ohno nuzzled his neck as Nino reached out to the bedside table to get the lube and condom upon his order. Nino passed the goods with a light whimper.
He whimpered again when Ohno turned him over and pulled him onto his hands and knees. Nino all but sagged on the bed. Ohno fluttered butterfly kisses around his nape while on the other end two slick fingers slipped inside Nino’s virgin hole.
Nino’s shoulder tensed under Ohno’s lips and his breathing became harsher each time Ohno would scissor his finger. Ohno pushed in until he was in knuckle deep and flexed his fingers just a little bit. Nino’s arms gave out with a violent moan.
“Sensei! Unff...mmff...it’s...mmh...enough.”
Nino’s knees were trembling and as Ohno pulled his fingers out Nino collapsed right onto the bed. Ohno fingered his hair as reassurance as he positioned himself behind him, condom rolled on and pressed in the head. Nino’s upper body arched off the bed face screwed up in pain and Ohno pulled out immediately. Ohno kept this up, pushing in just a little further each time then pulling back out until he was buried to the hilt and Nino was a trembling mess underneath.
“I’m not too heavy right?”
Nino thrashed his head and Ohno took it to be a no.
He still tried his best not to put the whole of his weight onto Nino but it was getting harder with having to keep himself from thrusting in. Once Nino’s trembles subsided Ohno pulled out until only his head served as a connection and pushed right back in. Slowly at first then increasing the speed until Nino pressed back and ground down humping the bed, moaning at the friction with the sheets.
Ohno was so close but something was holding him back and he flipped his student over, drunk in the pleasure lined face as he thrust in hard and deep and came. He pulled out slowly, rolling off the dirty condom and threw it into the trash can.
“Sensei...” Nino whimpered.
“Don’t touch it!” Ohno was feeling slightly sadistic.
Nino whined and gripped his own hair as though in intense pain.
Ohno dressed slowly, sifted his fingers through his hair to bring down the mess and finally sat down beside his still naked and hard student glaring at him.
He curled his long fingers around the strained shaft, kissed Nino and slowly twisted the ring off so that Nino’s gasps died on his tongue and he squeezed the cock as it released itself limp, rest of the body caught up in violent spasms. Ohno sighed happily when Nino finally seemed to have emptied himself.
Nino groaned, “God, I swear my dick would have burst!”
Ohno chuckled at the crude comment and pressed a kiss to Nino’s sweaty brow whose arms came to wrap around his neck in a tight affectionate embrace.
“So what are the results?”
“The sex was good enough for you to get a shot at a retest.”
“I HAVE TO TAKE THE TEST!?!”
“Of course.”
And Ohno pulled the horribly reluctant boy off the bed, cleaned him up and left him with the test script. He decided it would be best if he didn’t tie him up in dress codes. This way it was much more pleasant monitoring Ninomiya while he gave the test.
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Ohno figured that none of Ninomiya's answers had any relevance to Japanese literature.
He called in Ninomiya to verify whether the question, “What were the protagonist’s purposes in seeking out his heritage?” answered as “To suck Ohno Sensei’s big cock.” Held some deep symbolism or was it merely literal.
When Ninomiya got down between his knees, small mouth wet and ready ah it was meant literally he thought.
Suffice to say Ninomiya Kazunari passed literature with flying colours.
A/N: Love you Cammie, forgive the typos
Pairing: Ohmiya
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Ninomiya Kazunari needs to pass Japanese Literature to stay on the baseball team.
Note: Ohno is a dirty old man here especially to please just recently birthday girl camaronzin. I couldn't help make Nino a little snarky in the beginning but kept him mostly under Ohno's pretty thumb. It's PWP and really long. I have a headache.
‘Sensei, please! Re-take the test! If I fail literature they’ll kick me out of the baseball team!” Ninomiya Kazunari bowed deep in front of his slightly eccentric literature teacher.
Ohno looked on with a bored expression; he’s been through all this with many students before, he’s sent crying girls away with their failing grades without a moment’s hesitation. This boy was worse; he was talented yet simply non-caring. The fact that he let the Ninomiya boy even into his office surprises him.
Somehow though there’s a want to help him or maybe just an intention behind it all.
Ninomiya Kazunari looks at him with watering eyes but Ohno Satoshi can see through the cute expression. It’s put on, given another chance the boy would hand in another below standard work but he’s still sitting in the office and he’s still listening to his insincere pleas.
“You know Ninomiya-kun, you’re in your last year of high school you should already be aware of the fact that you can’t play team sport until you have at least a minimum C average, yet you submitted a half finished work, it’s not the first time even. I honestly can’t see why I should retake the test.”
Ninomiya Kazunari bites his lip, Ohno takes the dramatic silence to be the boy stalling while he thinks of a way to melt his heart. His lips quiver before he bows his head again.
“Sensei it’ll never happen again, please it’s my last chance to play with the team before I graduate.” Ohno knows it to be true and for a moment he’s considering the re-take but then he gets distracted with the slight flash of skin, stretched smooth against the teen’s collarbone, revealed as the loose shirt falls down when he bent forward and he knows that it’s not sympathy that has got him even considering listening to what the boy has to say.
Ohno sighs, a sign that he’s considering it, a sign he gives purposefully, planning the boy’s next step as the other’s eyes sparkle with a glint of hope, “I don’t know it just seems like a lot of work to me.”
“Please sensei! I’ll do anything.”
It’s starting to sound like cheap porn.
Excellent.
“Anything, huh?” Ohno smirks, trusting the boy to have actually watched enough porn to get the implications.
He looks thoughtful like he’s considering it. Of course he gets the implications, he’s a seventeen year old boy, of course he’s watched porn. But he’s a smart seventeen year old as Ohno’s eyes trail the slow movements of his body as he gets up and leans against the wall beside his desk.
The Ninomiya boy is still trying to keep up his oblivious mask as he tilts his head to one side and pouts slightly, “Yes Sensei, anything.” Ohno feels like fisting the air in triumph when he hears the stress on ‘anything’
“But Sensei...” He trails off as he looks up to the ceiling and juts his hips slightly forward as he leans further into the wall, “What is it that I can do?” His pout deepens as though he’s thinking what it could possibly be that his Sensei wants.
Ohno smirks, a tease, it’ll be hard to actually get into this boy’s pants and it’s kind of really turning him on. He likes a good chase.
Ohno rises from his chair and walks slowly up to Ninomiya who eyes him with a slightly wary look. Ohno likes how he’s playing innocent. Being forceful is a slight kink of his, not to mention the boy looks incredibly sexy with his most probably fake innocence.
Ohno raises his hands and places them against the boy’s neck, it warms his hands and his long fingers warp perfectly around the long column, ‘What can I do for you, Sensei?” He asks again not too differently from the way Akiba maids say it with Goshijin-sama instead.
“You know what.” He forces through with a small smirk before pulling the boy in for a kiss. He feels the boy’s lips stretch into a smirk of it’s own against him. He kisses him slowly, settles on sucking his lower lip as he tries to decide how to progress to a deeper kiss without having their teeth clash together. The boy’s teeth do jut out a little.
He coaxes the mouth open little by little until it’s wide enough for his tongue to slip in. It roams the wet cavern almost lazily and he’s reminded of the calm happiness he feels when he’s fishing as his tongue presses against different patches of the inside of the boy’s cheek, suddenly the boy’s tongue clashes with his in a tentative lick and they both pull apart with a gasp.
Usually he wouldn’t care but the boy looks genuinely surprised as he licks his lips unsurely. Ohno isn’t sure if the boy’s surprised look is genuine but he knows that reciprocating his kiss wasn’t part of the boy’s plan. If his earlier actions were enough indication Ohno guesses Ninomiya wanted to just mainly remain submissive.
But his eyes are glimmering and Ohno is a bit relieved because Oh thank god, he actually liked it and their lips reconnect almost forcefully, from both sides. Lips fused as one and tongues twisted in a fierce battle. Ninomiya’s hands slide up his side and wind around his neck as he melts further into his body, fingers curling into soft brown hair.
Ohno’s hands scrabble at the shirt tucked into the boy’s pants pulling it out hastily and he groans into Ninomiya’s mouth once the shirt is out and he can flatten his palms against smooth skin. This part is pleasantly warm, the boy’s whole body he thinks with satisfaction (and a slight twitch of his groin) is a pleasant fuzzy warm while his mouth is furious and hot against his.
Nino moans in reciprocation and pulls him even closer, kiss sloppy with fragments of desperation showing.
Ninomiya will get hard like this. It’s not completely uncalled for neither is it unexpected but he wants something more satisfying from his student.
He retracts, wipes his own mouth before brushing a thumb tenderly across Ninomiya’s bruised lips slick with saliva. The boy is panting and looking deliciously rumpled and Ohno wills down an erection as he pulls the other’s chin up and whispers softly, “I’ll give the re-test at my house tonight.”
He grabs his folder and leaves before he can change his mind. The few hours till night would be simply torturous, he just knows it.
Bright side is it would be torturous for his student as well as he hears a frustrated groan as he closes the door softly behind him.
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Ninomiya arrives in time for dinner, he isn’t really expecting him to come before dinner but he’s tried distracting himself the whole day preparing an elaborate feast (and burning most of it) He figured the boy would appreciate food after they were done. But before it, is good too.
Ninomiya takes his plate laden with cha han and some goopy thing. He honestly can’t cook much else but cha han.
But Ninomiya thanks him and sits down in front of the television, picking at his food idly. He’d be offended only the cha han tastes great and the goopy thing is edible plus Ninomiya is so skinny he probably doesn’t eat much by habit.
“Sensei...” Nino whines out. Ah so Nino wants to get over with it and probably go home. Ohno’s not relenting that easily.
“Is it good?”
The boy seems to hesitate and looks warily at his plate, afraid he’ll get criticised Ohno grabs Nino’s chin and presses their lips together. He moves slowly just enough so that Ninomiya can at least realize they’re kissing. He doesn’t want to give the impression that they’ll have sex yet.
As he pulls away Ohno asks again, “Is it good?”
Nino looks dazedly at Ohno then to his plate and he licks his lips slowly, tasting before he answer with a slight embarrassed nod.
Ohno can’t help but wonder if the boy is putting on an act or if he’s genuinely feeling trepidation now.
Either way is fine really.
They finish dinner, Nino’s plate is finally emptied with great support from his Sensei. Ohno goes to the bathroom to brush. It’s not because he doesn’t want to smell like food. He likes food and there’s no problem with smelling like it but a dazzling smile does not make itself. Only Ninomiya misunderstands, he follows Ohno to the bathroom uses his mouthwash and stands almost rigidly with chin upturned.
Ohno pats his head with a chuckle before going back to lounge in the living room couch. It won’t do if he’s always so ready and on his guard. This tensed, the boy will never be able to enjoy it and Ohno doesn’t want to rape him or anything. He’d honestly give the retest even if the boy backs out (He’ll just not give him an A).
Ohno waits before Nino is relaxed and smiling, laughing at the comedy duo doing their skit . During one of his vicious chortles Ohno grabs his hand and pulls him into a kiss.
Nino awkwardly comes forward and Ohno misses so that he’s kissing a little off the corner off his mouth but a minute slide brings him to his destination and Nino’s still laughing, only he tenses a second later probably when he realizes what’s happening or at least about to happen.
Ohno wraps him in his embrace, more like traps Ninomiya while he’s still collecting himself and finally, finally his arms struggle out of where Ohno has trapped them to his side to curl around his neck. Ohno feels it safe to deepen the kiss and so he does.
The boy is panting within seconds, doesn’t know how to get his breathing straight with Ohno attacking his lips like that and he uses the hands on Ohno’s shoulders as leverage to push away, panting. Ohno appreciates the column of neck he has unwitting exposed to him and shifts his adoration there, nipping at the soft skin in little sucks and tender licks and kisses until Ninomiya squirms and makes noises of pleasure at the back of his throat.
Ohno leans forward until Nino’s on his back on the sofa and he’s fit snugly between his legs. He feels Nino’s erection against his hip and a surge of happiness coarses through him that he channels through another rough kiss.
Ohno raises Nino shirt upto his chest and draws small circles as he leads Nino’s tongue into his own mouth. When he grinds his hips down the kiss becomes sloppy as Nino can’t seem to co-ordinate his muscles. His arms sag and Ohno has no problem pinning them to his side as he raises his hips only to bring them down harshly against Ninomiya’s. Ohno’s been told he’s particularly good at moving his hips. He’s brought down grown men to climax using the same moves he uses now. The slide of his crotch against Ninomiya’s is left teasingly short before he grinds again. In a matter of seconds Nino is an incoherent puddle of goo desperately trying to rub up against his Sensei.
They’ve stopped kissing, mainly because Ohno is fully concentrated in driving his student crazy and succeeding beautifully but their mouths are still open and panting wantonly against each others.
“Ah~~Sensei” Nino will come and there’s no stopping it because Ohno has realized it too late. For a moment he panics that it’ll be over but then he realizes its better for Ninomiya to cool off for what’s yet to come.
“Sensei!” Nino clutches his shoulder and wraps a leg over his before pushing their hips together painfully hard and comes. Ohno kisses him through it softly and when the others body finally goes lax their hips fall back onto the couch still snugly fit together.
Nino’s chest heaves against his and his breath falls against his cheek and Ohno feels oddly triumphant at having his student so submissive underneath his body. It makes him want to tear him apart with some intense fucking which on the bright side he will do soon enough.
After what seems too soon to Ninomiya, Ohno untangles himself and tugs Nino off the couch, Nino groans and resents. Ohno clicks his tongue in impatience before lifting Nino’s body off the couch enough so that their upper bodies are in an embrace, the boy’s legs come to wrap around his waist a minute later and Ohno carries him to the bedroom.
“Where are you taking me?” Nino whispers into his ear pressing his cheek to his shoulder, enjoying the way their bodies rock as Ohno walks.
“To the bedroom, don’t tell me you thought it was over.” Ohno replies with an incredulous tone.
Nino is silent for a while before he kisses Ohno’s shoulder shyly, “I was afraid it was.”
Ohno pats his back as a reward.
Ohno throws him onto the bed roughly and Nino looks a little confused as he bounces a little on the light blue sheets. Ohno thinks it’s a nice contrast to the paleness of Ninomiya’s skin of which not nearly enough is showing.
Ohno straddles him, to correct the problem and grips the ends of Nino’s shirt lightly and follows the hem of the shirt placing butterfly kisses on his abdomen, this time he doesn’t stop until the t-shirt is over his shoulders and his hands are trapped in it.
Before Nino could complain about the impromptu bondage, Ohno silences him with a kiss. Appeased Ninomiya is once again pliant, at least until Ohno’s lips trail down to brush against a soft nipple and Nino gasps struggling to get the shirt off his wrists as Ohno licks his nipples till it becomes hard and sensitive.
Nino’s hands are free and Ohno finds himself pushed away from Nino’s fascinating nipples. Although he’s older, he forgets dignity in favour of a disapproving whine.
“I’m not a girl!” Nino whines back at him crossing his arms across his chest effectively hiding his nipples from Ohno’s greedy mouth. Of course this didn’t sit well with him at all.
“Then, it shouldn’t be a problem.” He replies calmly before slowly pulling Ninomiya’s tense hands from his chest and pinning them to the bed. Ohno dips his head again to continue his ministrations on the perky nipples but Nino whines more and struggles, so when Ohno tries to bite it softly, he misses, twice.
Ohno twists Nino’s arms on the bed almost painfully and he scolds using the tone that would make bullies cry, “Don’t make me use the ropes!” Nino is instantly silenced but he is still uncomfortable and Ohno starts from his neck, scrapes his teeth against one enticing collarbone before going back to his nipples. Nino this time pleasantly arches up against Ohno’s warm tongue.
Satisfied Ohno trails down the body in determined exploration of the unknown contours of Nino’s body, his smooth skin a pleasant path under his lips.
Ohno reaches Nino’s crotch rubs his cheek against Nino’s inner thigh so that little else but his hair tickles the young boy’s member.
“Sensei...” Nino speaks in incoherent gasps and Ohno finds it all too cute. He wonders for a moment how Nino will react to a blowjob pretty certain he’s never had one before.
It’s too bad that after he gets one from Ohno he’ll never find someone who’d satisfy him equally.
Ohno treats this knowledge as a source of becoming even more turned on than he already is.
Ohno without warning takes the head between his lips and slides down the length of the shaft with restrained expertise.
Nino seems to be in pain, it’s like those times when you touch a really cold surface and aren’t sure whether you’ve burned yourself. The blinding pleasure heightening his pleasure till the tell-tale signs of release.
This time again Ohno catches the signals too late, lost in the taste and shape of Nino’s erection. But he knows he can’t let Nino come this time and expect him to deliver till a third.
It’s something Ohno barely resorts to using but he almost has no choice today. He quickly slides off Nino who protests and his legs scrabble after Ohno’s moving body. Ohno pulls out a ring and pushes it to tightly fit into the base of Nino’s length.
“Sensei?” He seems horribly confused and Ohno knows how very restless he would be feeling right about now.
All the more reason to prolong the blowjob until he himself would feel like coming in his pants.
When Ohno’s mouth wrapped around Nino’s member the second time, it wasn’t just Nino writhing in a confusing mixture of pain and pleasure, it was Nino literally trying to get Ohno off of him, too afraid to use his hands at the bondage threat from earlier and because they were too busy clutching the sheets, Ohno’s hair, his own hair and anything in between and within his reach that could possibly be clutched.
Nino’s heels bumped into Ohno’s side in a futile attempt to stymie his Sensei’s goal of driving him to insanity and rubbed the skin with the coarse skin of the sole of his feet without abandon when he realized Ohno wouldn’t detach his mouth from his member.
Nino resorted to screaming in the end and it was due to the sole safety of his eardrums that Ohno leaned up to kiss Nino and to just make him shut the hell up. Ohno loved loud partners but there was a limit Nino threatened to cross with each suck Ohno bestowed onto his engorged shaft.
Nino was sobbing by the time Ohno broke the kiss but much calmer than before as he seemed less prone to kicking Ohno’s balls. Ohno chuckled and brushed Nino’s black hair away from his sweaty forehead.
“Sensei, please...take it off” He dug his fingers deep into Ohno’s shoulders but his blunt nails failed to break skin. Ohno nuzzled his neck as Nino reached out to the bedside table to get the lube and condom upon his order. Nino passed the goods with a light whimper.
He whimpered again when Ohno turned him over and pulled him onto his hands and knees. Nino all but sagged on the bed. Ohno fluttered butterfly kisses around his nape while on the other end two slick fingers slipped inside Nino’s virgin hole.
Nino’s shoulder tensed under Ohno’s lips and his breathing became harsher each time Ohno would scissor his finger. Ohno pushed in until he was in knuckle deep and flexed his fingers just a little bit. Nino’s arms gave out with a violent moan.
“Sensei! Unff...mmff...it’s...mmh...enough.”
Nino’s knees were trembling and as Ohno pulled his fingers out Nino collapsed right onto the bed. Ohno fingered his hair as reassurance as he positioned himself behind him, condom rolled on and pressed in the head. Nino’s upper body arched off the bed face screwed up in pain and Ohno pulled out immediately. Ohno kept this up, pushing in just a little further each time then pulling back out until he was buried to the hilt and Nino was a trembling mess underneath.
“I’m not too heavy right?”
Nino thrashed his head and Ohno took it to be a no.
He still tried his best not to put the whole of his weight onto Nino but it was getting harder with having to keep himself from thrusting in. Once Nino’s trembles subsided Ohno pulled out until only his head served as a connection and pushed right back in. Slowly at first then increasing the speed until Nino pressed back and ground down humping the bed, moaning at the friction with the sheets.
Ohno was so close but something was holding him back and he flipped his student over, drunk in the pleasure lined face as he thrust in hard and deep and came. He pulled out slowly, rolling off the dirty condom and threw it into the trash can.
“Sensei...” Nino whimpered.
“Don’t touch it!” Ohno was feeling slightly sadistic.
Nino whined and gripped his own hair as though in intense pain.
Ohno dressed slowly, sifted his fingers through his hair to bring down the mess and finally sat down beside his still naked and hard student glaring at him.
He curled his long fingers around the strained shaft, kissed Nino and slowly twisted the ring off so that Nino’s gasps died on his tongue and he squeezed the cock as it released itself limp, rest of the body caught up in violent spasms. Ohno sighed happily when Nino finally seemed to have emptied himself.
Nino groaned, “God, I swear my dick would have burst!”
Ohno chuckled at the crude comment and pressed a kiss to Nino’s sweaty brow whose arms came to wrap around his neck in a tight affectionate embrace.
“So what are the results?”
“The sex was good enough for you to get a shot at a retest.”
“I HAVE TO TAKE THE TEST!?!”
“Of course.”
And Ohno pulled the horribly reluctant boy off the bed, cleaned him up and left him with the test script. He decided it would be best if he didn’t tie him up in dress codes. This way it was much more pleasant monitoring Ninomiya while he gave the test.
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Ohno figured that none of Ninomiya's answers had any relevance to Japanese literature.
He called in Ninomiya to verify whether the question, “What were the protagonist’s purposes in seeking out his heritage?” answered as “To suck Ohno Sensei’s big cock.” Held some deep symbolism or was it merely literal.
When Ninomiya got down between his knees, small mouth wet and ready ah it was meant literally he thought.
Suffice to say Ninomiya Kazunari passed literature with flying colours.
A/N: Love you Cammie, forgive the typos