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Title: Scandalous
Disclaimer: (n) A statement disclaiming something, especially responsibility.
Pairing: Aimiya (Aiba Masaki/Ninomiya Kazunari)
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1500
Notes: For the summer smut meme. Semi-public sex and a semi-scandalized Nino.
They're in a karaoke booth and it's just past one in the morning when Aiba decides it's the perfect time to get horny. Nino's the only one left of their party - Yoko has his raido show in the morning and Jun and Ryo went off to do whatever it is Jun and Ryo do when they're alone (Nino has his theories about them, though he’s not stupid enough to go into detail about any of them).
Over the course of the night, Nino had the least to drink out of all of them - he spent most of the time making out with Yoko and Ryo and the rest of it singing with his head in Jun's lap - which means that he's left with the responsibility of making sure that Aiba gets home alive.
Aiba who is pouty because Nino spent the least time with him ("But I never see Yoko and Ryo! And you spent more time with them than me, too!"), and more than a little drunk on alcohol and his usual high tension. He stubbornly refuses to leave, punching in songs that he doesn’t even know very well and messing them up.
So they’re together in a karaoke booth, and Aiba has just finished half-singing, half-shouting a song that was supposedly in English but Nino is pretty sure Aiba sang in something like Swahili given how much he slurred.
"Niiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiinoooooooooooooooooooooo," Aiba wails, launching himself at the younger man.
It's so sudden that Nino doesn't have any time to get away - and even had there been time, he wouldn't have had anywhere to go. The booth is a small one and the table takes up most of it and he'd probably just have had to pay for broken glasses. So Nino winds up flat on his back on the fake-leather-covered seat with Aiba on top of him, grinning like a fool, holding down his shoulders. The smile is so sunny and blinding and happy that Nino wants to join in, to grin and laugh, and feel nothing but the idiotic happiness that comes with the taller man.
And then a hand plunges into his pants and he chokes instead.
"AIBA!" Nino squeaks. His eyes go wide.
Aiba wiggles, like a puppy Nino thinks vaguely, and cups Nino's length in his warm hand. He starts to massage and Nino tries very hard to be the responsible adult that Sho would want him to be and not just go rocking up into the delicious touch. He's still gathering the words to tell Aiba to get off when he realizes his pants are open and the older man is trying to pull them down.
"Aiba! This is a karaoke booth," Nino whines. He squirms, finally trying to get away.
"It has a door and the lights are off," Aiba says brightly.
"The door isn't locked!"
"We haven't ordered anything and it's free time. Nobody will come," Aiba assures him, yanking down on Nino's jeans and managing to get them to his knees and Nino’s just glad he isn’t pointing out that Nino isn’t fighting as hard as he should be. He starts working on his own pants, wiggling until they're somewhere at his own knees.
"You don't know that!" Nino says, his voice rising embarrassingly in pitch, and no, it has nothing to do with the fact that he's getting hard already.
Aiba grins, amused. "Don't get all Sho on me now, Nino-chan." He reaches for his bag and removes his favorite lubricant, the one that smells a little like strawberries and warms on contact. “It’s just sex.”
Nino huffs indignantly. "I am not getting Sho on you. Sho comes to these places with a chastity belt made of steel. I'm just pointing out that we could get in a lot of trouble if somebody finds us, and then Sho would get really Sho on both of us. Probably with Jun."
Aiba laughs and covers Nino's body with his own, their noses nearly touching. "But it'll be worth it, right?"
And then they're kissing, lips mashed together and moving against each other, Nino rocking his hips up to meet Aiba's as they come down, tongues twirling together hungrily. Aiba reaches down and wraps his hand around Nino's cock, squeezing firmly as he strokes. Nino bucks, cries out into Aiba's mouth, tries to wrap his legs around Aiba's waist but of course he can't with his pants around his ankles. The older man just wiggles between Nino's legs. He breaks the kiss to scoot down, biting the inside of Nino's thigh, popping open the lubricant tube with one hand. Nino is left panting, his wrist lodged firmly in his mouth, eyes screwed shut.
He takes Aiba's finger in easily, feet planted flat on the bench now, holding himself up as much as he can to make the preperation easier. Aiba strokes the lube all around him, then slips in another finger, and Nino arches with a soft moan into his skin. Aiba is gentle but sure as he stretches Nino, a third finger added at some point that Nino couldn't pinpoint if he tried. He rocks down onto the long digits, breathing heavily, trying to get more, to spurr Aiba on, but sometimes Aiba has his moods and this is one of them. Aiba likes to watch Nino's cock twitch, red against his pale skin, likes to see Nino's face as his fingers disappear into the slim body, loves Nino's reactions to what makes him feel good.
He watches down, fucking Nino slowly with his fingers, moving them shallowly, quickly, deeply, slowly. Nino pants, biting into his wrist in such a way that will leave marks. Aiba touches the wrist gently with his other hand, stroking until Nino lets go. He holds that wrist over Nino's head and twines their fingers together. Nino whimpers and tosses his head a little.
"Aiba-chan..."
Aiba really loves to see Nino lose control.
He pulls his fingers out almost completely from Nino's body, then pushes them back in as far as he can, brushing up against the tiny protrusion within. Nino arches his back sharply and lets out a short scream. Aiba pulls his fingers out entirely, hurriedly squeezing more lube onto his cock and trying very hard not to stroke himself when he spreads it. He holds himself steady as he pushes in, burying himself to the balls. Nino squeezes his legs into Aiba's sides - a pale substitute for wrapping them around him, but he really doesn't have the brain power to get out of his pants right now. Aiba is still holding his hand as he starts to move. A shadow passes in front of the glass booth door and Nino gasps, freezing, but it's just a passing patron. Nobody stops to look. Aiba laughs softly, putting his mouth to Nino's ear.
"Exciting, isn't it?"
Nino clenches around him and makes Aiba moan raggedly. "Shut up and fuck me hard, now."
Aiba is tempted to take it slow, but there really is a danger of being found and it really wouldn't be good for their group - or their company - if they were found. He obeys, pounding into Nino, pistoning his hips with the same excited energy as he gets during concerts. The younger man moans and bites at his jaw, his earlobe, moans wetly into the delicate shell and rakes his nails over the swell of Aiba's ass. Aiba grunts, biting back pleasured groans, reaching his free hand between them and wrapping it around Nino's cock and stroking with a sharp twist.
Nino cries out, arching sharply, and comes into Aiba's hand. Aiba keeps moving, keeps fucking Nino through his orgasm, the warm spasming making it very hard to think about anything but his own release. Nino is panting heavily against his skin, he's so warm against Aiba's chest, and when Nino sucks lightly on the curve of Aiba's neck and mutters "Come Aiba-chan," he has no choice but to obey. Aiba drives himself into Nino and orgasms, shuddering almost violently.
Nino lets him lay there for thirty seconds, both of them panting and trying to catch their breath. Then he wiggles and nudges Aiba with his knee. "You'd better have tissues."
Aiba takes the hint and pulls out of Nino slowly, reaching back into his bag and pulling out the wipes he's taken to carrying since he'd tried something similar with Jun and it hadn't ended well. He cleans himself, then Nino, then sets a tissue on the bench and helps Nino sit up. The younger man makes a face as the come starts to slide out of him, but Aiba kisses it away softly, petting Nino's hair. He even throws the tissue away for Nino, who dresses in the meantime.
"So? It was good, right?" Aiba asks, looking very pleased with himself.
Nino snorts and buttons his pants. "I'm telling Sho-chan you raped me and asking him where he buys his chastity belts."
Aiba tosses Nino's jacket at him, laughing. "You're so mean."
Disclaimer: (n) A statement disclaiming something, especially responsibility.
Pairing: Aimiya (Aiba Masaki/Ninomiya Kazunari)
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1500
Notes: For the summer smut meme. Semi-public sex and a semi-scandalized Nino.
They're in a karaoke booth and it's just past one in the morning when Aiba decides it's the perfect time to get horny. Nino's the only one left of their party - Yoko has his raido show in the morning and Jun and Ryo went off to do whatever it is Jun and Ryo do when they're alone (Nino has his theories about them, though he’s not stupid enough to go into detail about any of them).
Over the course of the night, Nino had the least to drink out of all of them - he spent most of the time making out with Yoko and Ryo and the rest of it singing with his head in Jun's lap - which means that he's left with the responsibility of making sure that Aiba gets home alive.
Aiba who is pouty because Nino spent the least time with him ("But I never see Yoko and Ryo! And you spent more time with them than me, too!"), and more than a little drunk on alcohol and his usual high tension. He stubbornly refuses to leave, punching in songs that he doesn’t even know very well and messing them up.
So they’re together in a karaoke booth, and Aiba has just finished half-singing, half-shouting a song that was supposedly in English but Nino is pretty sure Aiba sang in something like Swahili given how much he slurred.
"Niiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiinoooooooooooooooooooooo," Aiba wails, launching himself at the younger man.
It's so sudden that Nino doesn't have any time to get away - and even had there been time, he wouldn't have had anywhere to go. The booth is a small one and the table takes up most of it and he'd probably just have had to pay for broken glasses. So Nino winds up flat on his back on the fake-leather-covered seat with Aiba on top of him, grinning like a fool, holding down his shoulders. The smile is so sunny and blinding and happy that Nino wants to join in, to grin and laugh, and feel nothing but the idiotic happiness that comes with the taller man.
And then a hand plunges into his pants and he chokes instead.
"AIBA!" Nino squeaks. His eyes go wide.
Aiba wiggles, like a puppy Nino thinks vaguely, and cups Nino's length in his warm hand. He starts to massage and Nino tries very hard to be the responsible adult that Sho would want him to be and not just go rocking up into the delicious touch. He's still gathering the words to tell Aiba to get off when he realizes his pants are open and the older man is trying to pull them down.
"Aiba! This is a karaoke booth," Nino whines. He squirms, finally trying to get away.
"It has a door and the lights are off," Aiba says brightly.
"The door isn't locked!"
"We haven't ordered anything and it's free time. Nobody will come," Aiba assures him, yanking down on Nino's jeans and managing to get them to his knees and Nino’s just glad he isn’t pointing out that Nino isn’t fighting as hard as he should be. He starts working on his own pants, wiggling until they're somewhere at his own knees.
"You don't know that!" Nino says, his voice rising embarrassingly in pitch, and no, it has nothing to do with the fact that he's getting hard already.
Aiba grins, amused. "Don't get all Sho on me now, Nino-chan." He reaches for his bag and removes his favorite lubricant, the one that smells a little like strawberries and warms on contact. “It’s just sex.”
Nino huffs indignantly. "I am not getting Sho on you. Sho comes to these places with a chastity belt made of steel. I'm just pointing out that we could get in a lot of trouble if somebody finds us, and then Sho would get really Sho on both of us. Probably with Jun."
Aiba laughs and covers Nino's body with his own, their noses nearly touching. "But it'll be worth it, right?"
And then they're kissing, lips mashed together and moving against each other, Nino rocking his hips up to meet Aiba's as they come down, tongues twirling together hungrily. Aiba reaches down and wraps his hand around Nino's cock, squeezing firmly as he strokes. Nino bucks, cries out into Aiba's mouth, tries to wrap his legs around Aiba's waist but of course he can't with his pants around his ankles. The older man just wiggles between Nino's legs. He breaks the kiss to scoot down, biting the inside of Nino's thigh, popping open the lubricant tube with one hand. Nino is left panting, his wrist lodged firmly in his mouth, eyes screwed shut.
He takes Aiba's finger in easily, feet planted flat on the bench now, holding himself up as much as he can to make the preperation easier. Aiba strokes the lube all around him, then slips in another finger, and Nino arches with a soft moan into his skin. Aiba is gentle but sure as he stretches Nino, a third finger added at some point that Nino couldn't pinpoint if he tried. He rocks down onto the long digits, breathing heavily, trying to get more, to spurr Aiba on, but sometimes Aiba has his moods and this is one of them. Aiba likes to watch Nino's cock twitch, red against his pale skin, likes to see Nino's face as his fingers disappear into the slim body, loves Nino's reactions to what makes him feel good.
He watches down, fucking Nino slowly with his fingers, moving them shallowly, quickly, deeply, slowly. Nino pants, biting into his wrist in such a way that will leave marks. Aiba touches the wrist gently with his other hand, stroking until Nino lets go. He holds that wrist over Nino's head and twines their fingers together. Nino whimpers and tosses his head a little.
"Aiba-chan..."
Aiba really loves to see Nino lose control.
He pulls his fingers out almost completely from Nino's body, then pushes them back in as far as he can, brushing up against the tiny protrusion within. Nino arches his back sharply and lets out a short scream. Aiba pulls his fingers out entirely, hurriedly squeezing more lube onto his cock and trying very hard not to stroke himself when he spreads it. He holds himself steady as he pushes in, burying himself to the balls. Nino squeezes his legs into Aiba's sides - a pale substitute for wrapping them around him, but he really doesn't have the brain power to get out of his pants right now. Aiba is still holding his hand as he starts to move. A shadow passes in front of the glass booth door and Nino gasps, freezing, but it's just a passing patron. Nobody stops to look. Aiba laughs softly, putting his mouth to Nino's ear.
"Exciting, isn't it?"
Nino clenches around him and makes Aiba moan raggedly. "Shut up and fuck me hard, now."
Aiba is tempted to take it slow, but there really is a danger of being found and it really wouldn't be good for their group - or their company - if they were found. He obeys, pounding into Nino, pistoning his hips with the same excited energy as he gets during concerts. The younger man moans and bites at his jaw, his earlobe, moans wetly into the delicate shell and rakes his nails over the swell of Aiba's ass. Aiba grunts, biting back pleasured groans, reaching his free hand between them and wrapping it around Nino's cock and stroking with a sharp twist.
Nino cries out, arching sharply, and comes into Aiba's hand. Aiba keeps moving, keeps fucking Nino through his orgasm, the warm spasming making it very hard to think about anything but his own release. Nino is panting heavily against his skin, he's so warm against Aiba's chest, and when Nino sucks lightly on the curve of Aiba's neck and mutters "Come Aiba-chan," he has no choice but to obey. Aiba drives himself into Nino and orgasms, shuddering almost violently.
Nino lets him lay there for thirty seconds, both of them panting and trying to catch their breath. Then he wiggles and nudges Aiba with his knee. "You'd better have tissues."
Aiba takes the hint and pulls out of Nino slowly, reaching back into his bag and pulling out the wipes he's taken to carrying since he'd tried something similar with Jun and it hadn't ended well. He cleans himself, then Nino, then sets a tissue on the bench and helps Nino sit up. The younger man makes a face as the come starts to slide out of him, but Aiba kisses it away softly, petting Nino's hair. He even throws the tissue away for Nino, who dresses in the meantime.
"So? It was good, right?" Aiba asks, looking very pleased with himself.
Nino snorts and buttons his pants. "I'm telling Sho-chan you raped me and asking him where he buys his chastity belts."
Aiba tosses Nino's jacket at him, laughing. "You're so mean."