Happy Birthday, Captain.
Title: Happy Birthday, Captain.
Author: KantanaAmaya
Rating: R! R! R! R! R! R!!!!!! Don't say I didn't tell you.
Genre: Smut/Pwp. Some friendship at the end. Well...oh, you'll find out.
Pairing: Ohno/Arashi.
Summary: Ohno is disappointed that the other Arashi members didn't get him anything for his birthday. ...Or so he thought.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Arashi. ….Sad, isn't it?
Author's Note: I thought of this right before taking a nap earlier this week. I knew I had to write something for Riida's birthday, and that it needed all five of them, but I wasn't sure how to do it. [It wasn't supposed to end up this long. O.o] And then I thought of something! Hopefully I executed my idea well enough for everyone to enjoy. =]
P.S: HAPPY BIRTHDAY, OHNO! <3<3<3 I hope his actual birthday is an amazing one.
He did not really think that turning 29 would be that big of a deal. It wasn't even an even number. But he thought the same thing about 28, and the others went all-out for him. In fact, that had happened every year. He never made a big deal about his birthday, but they all knew, and they all pitched in and did something extravagant each year. And if they happened to be tight on time, they'd all go drinking together. In a way, that was what he expected this year. Just for the five of them to hang out together for awhile, away from the cameras. So the day came and went, as a usual November day would. All the work was finished up, and everyone was packing up to go home. But this time, everyone meant...everyone. They left him there without so much as a goodbye, leaving Ohno feeling disappointed. Truth be told, he had come to expect the crazy birthday parties and drinking together. He always said he never wanted it, but it was so routine now. A bit saddened, Satoshi decided to head home as well, hailing a taxi to take him to his house.
When he arrived home, the air already quite chilly for the sun to have just set, he was met with a note stuck to the door.
'Just in case you want to have your friends over, I left the house so they would have more room. Happy Birthday, dear! Love, Okaa-san.'
Ah. So his family had left him as well. That did not uplift his mood as he entered his house, looking to count how many pairs of shoes were there. No more to signal any guests had arrived, which meant he really would be in his house all alone on the night of his 29th birthday. Heaving a small sigh, he continued into the house, only to stop abruptly. It was a sound. A high-pitched sound amongst more inconsistent low tones. It sort of sounded like...a video game? That was impossible, though. He could not have left a game system on, since he didn't play them, and his mother would have turned it off before she left if he had. He continued walking, prepared for anyone to be standing there, and as he got closer to the sound, he met no one. It seemed to be coming from the couch, so he crept slowly there, looking over to find-
“Nino?”
“Happy Birthday.”
He was glad to have some company at least, yes, but it was so strange. He was playing his DS contentedly, as if it were normal to have entered another person's home without previously informing them. And he seemed so relaxed and, well, normal, for being on his co-worker's couch naked. That was the most shocking part about it. At first, Ohno blinked to make sure he was seeing properly. When it seemed that he was, he attempted to figure out what exactly to say or ask. Taking a few steps over, he moved so he was in front of the sofa, facing Ninomiya. Before he could even get a word out, though, he was interrupted.
“It's your birthday present. You can do what you want with me,” he stated plainly, saving his game and turning off the Nintendo product, setting it down on the small table nearby. Ohno just stood there, dumbstruck. Never in his life would he have guessed the younger man would do something like this. Not while completely sober, anyway. Nino gestured for the older male to lean over, to be a bit closer to him, which he did, assuming Nino was about to tell him something. Slowly dropping one leg to allow his foot to rest on the floor, Kazunari wrapped his arms around Ohno's neck, supporting his weight with the leg on the floor, his bent leg remaining on the couch, and with the bit of upper body strength he had. His small frame now as close to Satoshi as possible, he then passed along the message Ohno predicted would come, even though it was very different then what he expected.
“I'll start, and you finish, okay?” He whispered into his ear, melding his mouth to Ohno's promptly after. Startled, the fisher took a few moments to respond before he wrapped his arms around Ninomiya's waist, supporting him while unintentionally pressing him closer. He kissed back slowly, his eyes slipping shut, intending to enjoy his gift while they had the time. After several seconds more, the two still together in the same fashion, Ohno helped Nino to stand up straight, the shorter proceeding to run one hand through the hair of the other, his remaining free hand staying draped around his neck. The pair broke apart to breathe for a minute, looking at each other with dark eyes. Kazu was, very obviously, becoming hard as they kissed again, this time much more passionate and fierce. The magician put all of the emotions he had felt for Ohno the past ten years into it, and Ohno reciprocated, sliding his hands across Nino's back, shoulders, and anywhere else he could reach. The birthday boy swiped his tongue across his present's lower lip, the smaller one opening his mouth to allow him in immediately. The pink organs of the two of them collided in Ninomiya's mouth, dancing a familiar, yet nostalgic, dance. It was breathtaking, and the older realized he too was becoming more appreciative of the affair. Minutes continued like this, before the slight young man began to move. He was walking them backwards, which was completely fine with Ohno. From the path they were taking, it looked like they were headed to the bedroom. He was not phased at all, mostly drunk with pleasure. He must have been drunk enough to have not noticed that they bypassed the bed and headed for the large bathroom in the master bedroom of the home. He also must not have noticed that Nino never once let go to open a door, or to turn on the water he could faintly hear running in the shower. He did realize, however, when that pair of soft lips left his own, and almost opened his eyes to ask what was wrong, but his Ohmiya SK partner stopped him.
“Wait one second, okay? Don't open your eyes.”
Ohno did as he was told, wondering what the younger male was up to. For a moment, it seemed as if he had been abandoned in his own house, and he panicked for a moment. Until he felt hands on his belt buckle, undoing it hurriedly. It was tossed aside quickly and his jeans were unbuttoned just as hurriedly, the zipper pulled down in a rush. Without his vision, Ohno was afraid to move for fear of hitting Nino, so he remained still, wishing he could see. He did not have to worry about sight for long, though, because what he could feel took over. With his jeans pushed down, along with his boxers, the cool air hit his erection and he hissed, the contact sudden. A pair of lips pressed against the heated flesh momentarily before they were gone, and for a while nothing else happened. He was about to call out to see if he was truly alone in the room, but he did not have the opportunity to. There were hands on his shoulders, but they were too delicate to be Ninomiya's. Perfectly manicured nails climbed up his shoulder blades as a warm body pressed against him. He was too tall to be Nino, too. But those hands, they had to be...
“Jun-kun?”
There was no proper reply, but by the voice, he could tell it was MatsuJun, although seemed to be in more of a DoS mood than he was normally. So Ohno could tell he was definitely horny.
“If you open your eyes even once before I tell you I will leave you here all alone, understand?”
“U-understood.”
“Good. Now we can continue.”
He felt himself being pushed backwards and into the shower, the warm water hitting his head and running down his white t-shirt, dripping down his bare legs and pooling on the floor of the shower. Jun was with him as well, and he wished he had the chance to see the rivulets of water trailing down Jun's chest. Just imagining it sent a bit more blood to his lower regions, and it took a lot of willpower to keep from opening his eyes. There were hands running all over his torso and back, Jun's hands, and by that he could guess where Jun was in proportion to himself. He moved one arm to place it around Jun's neck, but it was pushed away, his body being backed up until he hit the wall of the shower.
“I didn't say you could move, did I?”
Knowing the answer to the question, Ohno just moved his hands back to where they were, at his sides, and let Jun do all he wanted. By now the two were thoroughly wet, Ohno's white shirt now opaque. He felt his muscles being traced by long fingers, and shivered from the contact. His shirt was finally peeled off, with a lot of difficulty, and at last he could at least feel Jun's touch directly. His hands were everywhere at once, his back, arms, chest, and abs. He felt needed being touched like that, and was almost happy with just the two of them together like that, until Jun did something else. Ohno released a short gasp from the sensation of Jun's warm, moist mouth around his sensitive right nipple, the youngest male's tongue tracing swirling patterns around it. Satoshi inhaled again when Matsumoto executed a not-so-tentative suck to the bud, Ohno desperately wanting to reach his hands out to at least support himself slightly on Jun's shoulders. After ministrations such as these for a while longer, he felt himself being led out of the shower, dripping water on the white tiled floor. He could no longer feel Jun's hands over him, and thought he left until a hard bite was given to his right shoulder, the mark kissed and licked afterward before there was nothing. Not a sound, save for the water Jun must have turned off. Ohno was tempted to open his eyes, but he didn't have to fear the repercussions of it. The soaking wet idol soon felt a thick towel wrapped around him, another body pressed against his using the cloth as well. This man was dry, until he touched Ohno anyway, but Ohno did not have to guess who it was. He knew as soon as he spoke.
“You can open your eyes for me, Riida,” Aiba announced, his usual smile gracing his features as the man of the day opened his eyes for the first time in awhile. It took a second for him to adjust to the light, but he did shortly after, and that was when Aiba began. He proceeded to dry off the other male, making sure to get all of the water off of his back. He had a different method for his chest, however. Leaning down slightly, he began a path from Ohno's collarbone, licking a trail down his torso. He stopped at his navel, and then moved back up, making another trail elsewhere. Needless to say, his back was dry much before his chest, but the latter felt much better. He dried his hair once halfway finished, and backed away a little, the white towel in hand.
“Happy birthday,” said the slightly younger male, standing before Ohno this time on his knees. He dried off Ohno's legs, and the older of the two thought he was through until he felt two luscious lips on his member. He immediately sent his hands to Aiba's head, trying to keep himself standing. That was what Ohno always remembered about sleeping with Aiba. He gave the best blow jobs, and probably wasn't aware of it. He started slowly, taking in more and more of Satoshi's length. His tongue lapped at the underside of his cock, and the older man let out a low moan. As if he hadn't been tortured enough that night, the male started to hum. The 'Happy Birthday' song, of all things. It should have been ridiculous, and yet it was incredibly sexy. The perfect hands on his hips and the perfect mouth surrounding him completely, it was too much. Almost.
“Ai-Aiba, I-”
And that was the end. He felt as if he had been left alone again. Aiba removed his mouth completely, and let go of his hips as well. Standing up to his full height, Aiba looked at him apologetically.
“Can you close your eyes for a minute, now?”
Sighing, Ohno did as he was told, again, and suddenly there was something around him. Not Masaki's lips and tongue this time, but a ring. It was painful, almost, just because he knew what it was, and why it was placed on him. At least he thought he knew. With a whispered 'Sorry', and a rushed kiss on the lips, Aiba exited the bathroom, Ohno left, sightless, again.
“Do you want your gift from me, too?” a lower voice asked, Arashi's leader immediately recognizing it as the voice of Sakurai Sho.
“Would you mind taking this off?” Satoshi grumbled, the other laughing at his leader's un-enthusiasm for the device.
“Sorry, that isn't what I had in mind. I'll guide you, so follow me,” he offered, wrapping one arm around Ohno's waist, the other hand gripping his so as to walk him back to his bed. Once they arrived safely, neither bumping into anything, surprisingly, Ohno was pushed down onto the bed, and felt the equally nude Sho straddle his waist. Being so rushed was uncharacteristic of Sho, so the dancer was confused, until he felt something wrap around his eyes and the dark become even darker. He was about to voice his concern, but Sho cut him off prematurely.
“You have to enjoy this without the senses you rely on every day. Sight and touch are used too often. Use your senses of smell and hearing.”
With that being the only explanation, Ohno accepted it, wondering what 'this' meant. He felt and heard Sho's weight shift, and thought he may have heard a container being opened. When a cool substance was poured onto his upper body, he knew he was correct. Not before he hissed quietly from the change in temperature. Then, it started. After Sho's chuckle at his reaction to the temperature, his hands slid into the pool of liquid, spreading it all across Satoshi's chest. He rubbed the oil in well, massaging the other male's tense shoulders while he was at it. Ohno was very surprised. It just did not seem like something Sho would, well, be good at, but at this very moment the older male would recommend his services to anyone. If he did not want him to stay right there for a long while. The scent of the oil was intoxicating, but he still could not get his mind completely off of one thing. That ring Aiba place around him. Had it been anyone else, a plan for revenge would have already been formulated. He was not the other members, however, so that plan never had a chance to succeed. Even still, just the knowledge that Sakurai was on top of him, naked, made his penis strain against the confines of the ring. He groaned in slight frustration, and another chuckle left the throat of the male above him. Sho's massage slowed greatly, the older male feeling him lean over his body, getting very close to his ear.
“Could you spread out for me?”
Satoshi shivered with anticipation, like he had multiple times before on this night, and whenever else Sho used his drop-dead-sexy-can't-refuse-his-requests voice. He felt the chill after the rapper stood, getting off of the bed entirely. Ohno spread his legs apart, and held his arms apart as well. He waited like that, which he would admit to himself was a bit awkward, until he felt something in...four places at once? The foreign objects were metal, and when he moved his four appendages, he found that they, well, couldn't be moved. Handcuffs? He'd been handcuffed at the wrists and ankles! He had assumed that the others had left, but there was no way for Sho to do all four cuffs by himself. So that was the only logical explanation, wasn't it? He was not fortunate enough to receive sufficient thinking time, however, because he was attacked in three places at once. Three mouths each with their own spots to claim, and the sensation was so brilliant that he screamed. The second the cry of immense pleasure ceased, the final pair of lips were on his own, and he immediately recognized them as Nino's, even though he couldn't see anything.
'That brat wanted me to scream,' Ohno thought, 'he was waiting for it.'
And since his plan had succeeded, he got what he wanted and went back to the more important task at hand: kissing Riida senseless. Which he did, especially with the assistance of Aiba, who own the pair of lips licking and sucking Satoshi's left nipple, Matsumoto, who was biting Satoshi's right nipple, and Sakurai, who was kissing and licking all along Ohno's hardened shaft. It was the little things that helped him identify who was where in his blind, and pleasured, state. The only bit of pain he could feel was the one on his right, so that had to be MatsuJun. Since the warm lips and moist tongue surrounding him were not the same as earlier, that had to be Sho. Plus, he could feel rougher fingers holding down his hips to keep him from thrusting his hips deeper into that warmth, which was really what he wanted to do. They were not calloused fingers like Nino had, no, but felt like they had handled a lot. Sakurai had those from dealing with paper all day. So that meant Aiba was on his left. He just wondered how long it would stay like that. In the back of his mind, he wished it would be forever. So, of course, they each break away. Sakurai first, Nino second, Jun third, and Masaki last. It was such a lack of attention that a high-pitched whine escaped the back of his throat, his face heating up from embarrassment, as well as other things. He could hear them whispering, but could not quite catch what all they were saying. He only heard 'you two'. Which did not seem like a good idea, since they obviously were trying to prevent him from hearing it. It was after that moment that he felt it. Pressure beside him on the bed on his left and right. He could feel the skin on either side of him, and it felt like they were very close together. He heard their breathing, out of sync and erratic. Then, he did not hear much of anything. There was a shift in weight again, and that was when he heard a strange sound. It took him a moment to figure out what it was. Tongues. Two of the four others, that he called friends, in this room were making out right above him. That was another moment he wished that the blindfold had never been invented. No matter which two were above him, it would have been a very sexy sight to see.
“Um...”
“What?” The two above him both answered immediately, and by the tone of their voices it just had to be Aiba and Nino.
“It isn't much of a present if I can't see it...” Ohno whispered, not wanting to directly ask for what he really wanted. He was sure Ninomiya was smirking now, though, and Aiba was more than likely grinning. There was a silence, however, and it made Satoshi a bit tense. He really was not in the correct state of mind for silence; all he wanted was to come and-
Then he could see. It was still dark, so his lights must have been off, but he could see now. One of them took the blindfold off. It must have been tossed to the floor, since it was not in his line of vision, and none of the others had it. The others all had him. They went back to their original positions from when they chained him to the bed, Nino not even allowing him the scream this time. The younger male swallowed every sound he made, including the many moans he released. It felt so good, but he knew they would just keep doing it since he couldn't exactly finish. Ohno was becoming a bit more impatient, bucking his hips forward to be buried deeper into Sakurai's mouth. He almost choked him a little, and he did feel guilty about it, but Sho quickly put a stop to that, placing his hands back on Satoshi's hips. He didn't try to bite back a groan as MatsuJun bit him pretty hard, but Aiba made up for it on his own side, quietly sucking and licking the erect bud. Nino was content to shove his tongue down his throat, but Ohno didn't care because that was what he usually did anyway. Looking at them, all four of them surrounding him, made him extremely happy in those few moments. Because he wasn't alone. He would never be alone as long as he had Arashi. Had he not held Kazu's lips captive, he would have smiled.
And it was almost as if they all knew what he was thinking, because gradually, they all moved to stand back up, slowly. Then Aiba, the one who placed the accursed ring around his cock, finally took it off, smiling apologetically once more. Ohno exhaled dramatically, and the four each move to stand on the left side of him. Out of breath, Satoshi looked up at all of them, and they each placed one hand over his heart. It was beating quickly, and he knew they could feel it. The unexpected happened next. They sang.
“Happy Birthday, Riida.”
And he came, unlike any other time before. It was sweet, so reflecting back on the moment he probably shouldn't have allowed himself to, but it had been an interesting night, and the four had teased him enough. When he could breathe again, Aiba got the towel and cleaned him off, MatsuJun unlocking all of the handcuffs afterward. Nino sat down beside him and draped an arm around his shoulder, and Sho ruffled his hair, smiling. Ohno smiled too, completely content and satisfied with his birthday present. Although, to be honest, he probably would have been happy to have just heard their voices if they called. They were what was most important to him, and as long as they were in his life, he never would need anything again.
“Thank you,” he whispered, his “you're welcome” coming in the form of a kiss on the lips from Nino, the cheek from Sho, the hand from Jun, and one planted over his bellybutton from Masaki.
“So, everyone, what are we going to do for Oh-chan when he turns 30?”
Author: KantanaAmaya
Rating: R! R! R! R! R! R!!!!!! Don't say I didn't tell you.
Genre: Smut/Pwp. Some friendship at the end. Well...oh, you'll find out.
Pairing: Ohno/Arashi.
Summary: Ohno is disappointed that the other Arashi members didn't get him anything for his birthday. ...Or so he thought.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Arashi. ….Sad, isn't it?
Author's Note: I thought of this right before taking a nap earlier this week. I knew I had to write something for Riida's birthday, and that it needed all five of them, but I wasn't sure how to do it. [It wasn't supposed to end up this long. O.o] And then I thought of something! Hopefully I executed my idea well enough for everyone to enjoy. =]
P.S: HAPPY BIRTHDAY, OHNO! <3<3<3 I hope his actual birthday is an amazing one.
He did not really think that turning 29 would be that big of a deal. It wasn't even an even number. But he thought the same thing about 28, and the others went all-out for him. In fact, that had happened every year. He never made a big deal about his birthday, but they all knew, and they all pitched in and did something extravagant each year. And if they happened to be tight on time, they'd all go drinking together. In a way, that was what he expected this year. Just for the five of them to hang out together for awhile, away from the cameras. So the day came and went, as a usual November day would. All the work was finished up, and everyone was packing up to go home. But this time, everyone meant...everyone. They left him there without so much as a goodbye, leaving Ohno feeling disappointed. Truth be told, he had come to expect the crazy birthday parties and drinking together. He always said he never wanted it, but it was so routine now. A bit saddened, Satoshi decided to head home as well, hailing a taxi to take him to his house.
When he arrived home, the air already quite chilly for the sun to have just set, he was met with a note stuck to the door.
'Just in case you want to have your friends over, I left the house so they would have more room. Happy Birthday, dear! Love, Okaa-san.'
Ah. So his family had left him as well. That did not uplift his mood as he entered his house, looking to count how many pairs of shoes were there. No more to signal any guests had arrived, which meant he really would be in his house all alone on the night of his 29th birthday. Heaving a small sigh, he continued into the house, only to stop abruptly. It was a sound. A high-pitched sound amongst more inconsistent low tones. It sort of sounded like...a video game? That was impossible, though. He could not have left a game system on, since he didn't play them, and his mother would have turned it off before she left if he had. He continued walking, prepared for anyone to be standing there, and as he got closer to the sound, he met no one. It seemed to be coming from the couch, so he crept slowly there, looking over to find-
“Nino?”
“Happy Birthday.”
He was glad to have some company at least, yes, but it was so strange. He was playing his DS contentedly, as if it were normal to have entered another person's home without previously informing them. And he seemed so relaxed and, well, normal, for being on his co-worker's couch naked. That was the most shocking part about it. At first, Ohno blinked to make sure he was seeing properly. When it seemed that he was, he attempted to figure out what exactly to say or ask. Taking a few steps over, he moved so he was in front of the sofa, facing Ninomiya. Before he could even get a word out, though, he was interrupted.
“It's your birthday present. You can do what you want with me,” he stated plainly, saving his game and turning off the Nintendo product, setting it down on the small table nearby. Ohno just stood there, dumbstruck. Never in his life would he have guessed the younger man would do something like this. Not while completely sober, anyway. Nino gestured for the older male to lean over, to be a bit closer to him, which he did, assuming Nino was about to tell him something. Slowly dropping one leg to allow his foot to rest on the floor, Kazunari wrapped his arms around Ohno's neck, supporting his weight with the leg on the floor, his bent leg remaining on the couch, and with the bit of upper body strength he had. His small frame now as close to Satoshi as possible, he then passed along the message Ohno predicted would come, even though it was very different then what he expected.
“I'll start, and you finish, okay?” He whispered into his ear, melding his mouth to Ohno's promptly after. Startled, the fisher took a few moments to respond before he wrapped his arms around Ninomiya's waist, supporting him while unintentionally pressing him closer. He kissed back slowly, his eyes slipping shut, intending to enjoy his gift while they had the time. After several seconds more, the two still together in the same fashion, Ohno helped Nino to stand up straight, the shorter proceeding to run one hand through the hair of the other, his remaining free hand staying draped around his neck. The pair broke apart to breathe for a minute, looking at each other with dark eyes. Kazu was, very obviously, becoming hard as they kissed again, this time much more passionate and fierce. The magician put all of the emotions he had felt for Ohno the past ten years into it, and Ohno reciprocated, sliding his hands across Nino's back, shoulders, and anywhere else he could reach. The birthday boy swiped his tongue across his present's lower lip, the smaller one opening his mouth to allow him in immediately. The pink organs of the two of them collided in Ninomiya's mouth, dancing a familiar, yet nostalgic, dance. It was breathtaking, and the older realized he too was becoming more appreciative of the affair. Minutes continued like this, before the slight young man began to move. He was walking them backwards, which was completely fine with Ohno. From the path they were taking, it looked like they were headed to the bedroom. He was not phased at all, mostly drunk with pleasure. He must have been drunk enough to have not noticed that they bypassed the bed and headed for the large bathroom in the master bedroom of the home. He also must not have noticed that Nino never once let go to open a door, or to turn on the water he could faintly hear running in the shower. He did realize, however, when that pair of soft lips left his own, and almost opened his eyes to ask what was wrong, but his Ohmiya SK partner stopped him.
“Wait one second, okay? Don't open your eyes.”
Ohno did as he was told, wondering what the younger male was up to. For a moment, it seemed as if he had been abandoned in his own house, and he panicked for a moment. Until he felt hands on his belt buckle, undoing it hurriedly. It was tossed aside quickly and his jeans were unbuttoned just as hurriedly, the zipper pulled down in a rush. Without his vision, Ohno was afraid to move for fear of hitting Nino, so he remained still, wishing he could see. He did not have to worry about sight for long, though, because what he could feel took over. With his jeans pushed down, along with his boxers, the cool air hit his erection and he hissed, the contact sudden. A pair of lips pressed against the heated flesh momentarily before they were gone, and for a while nothing else happened. He was about to call out to see if he was truly alone in the room, but he did not have the opportunity to. There were hands on his shoulders, but they were too delicate to be Ninomiya's. Perfectly manicured nails climbed up his shoulder blades as a warm body pressed against him. He was too tall to be Nino, too. But those hands, they had to be...
“Jun-kun?”
There was no proper reply, but by the voice, he could tell it was MatsuJun, although seemed to be in more of a DoS mood than he was normally. So Ohno could tell he was definitely horny.
“If you open your eyes even once before I tell you I will leave you here all alone, understand?”
“U-understood.”
“Good. Now we can continue.”
He felt himself being pushed backwards and into the shower, the warm water hitting his head and running down his white t-shirt, dripping down his bare legs and pooling on the floor of the shower. Jun was with him as well, and he wished he had the chance to see the rivulets of water trailing down Jun's chest. Just imagining it sent a bit more blood to his lower regions, and it took a lot of willpower to keep from opening his eyes. There were hands running all over his torso and back, Jun's hands, and by that he could guess where Jun was in proportion to himself. He moved one arm to place it around Jun's neck, but it was pushed away, his body being backed up until he hit the wall of the shower.
“I didn't say you could move, did I?”
Knowing the answer to the question, Ohno just moved his hands back to where they were, at his sides, and let Jun do all he wanted. By now the two were thoroughly wet, Ohno's white shirt now opaque. He felt his muscles being traced by long fingers, and shivered from the contact. His shirt was finally peeled off, with a lot of difficulty, and at last he could at least feel Jun's touch directly. His hands were everywhere at once, his back, arms, chest, and abs. He felt needed being touched like that, and was almost happy with just the two of them together like that, until Jun did something else. Ohno released a short gasp from the sensation of Jun's warm, moist mouth around his sensitive right nipple, the youngest male's tongue tracing swirling patterns around it. Satoshi inhaled again when Matsumoto executed a not-so-tentative suck to the bud, Ohno desperately wanting to reach his hands out to at least support himself slightly on Jun's shoulders. After ministrations such as these for a while longer, he felt himself being led out of the shower, dripping water on the white tiled floor. He could no longer feel Jun's hands over him, and thought he left until a hard bite was given to his right shoulder, the mark kissed and licked afterward before there was nothing. Not a sound, save for the water Jun must have turned off. Ohno was tempted to open his eyes, but he didn't have to fear the repercussions of it. The soaking wet idol soon felt a thick towel wrapped around him, another body pressed against his using the cloth as well. This man was dry, until he touched Ohno anyway, but Ohno did not have to guess who it was. He knew as soon as he spoke.
“You can open your eyes for me, Riida,” Aiba announced, his usual smile gracing his features as the man of the day opened his eyes for the first time in awhile. It took a second for him to adjust to the light, but he did shortly after, and that was when Aiba began. He proceeded to dry off the other male, making sure to get all of the water off of his back. He had a different method for his chest, however. Leaning down slightly, he began a path from Ohno's collarbone, licking a trail down his torso. He stopped at his navel, and then moved back up, making another trail elsewhere. Needless to say, his back was dry much before his chest, but the latter felt much better. He dried his hair once halfway finished, and backed away a little, the white towel in hand.
“Happy birthday,” said the slightly younger male, standing before Ohno this time on his knees. He dried off Ohno's legs, and the older of the two thought he was through until he felt two luscious lips on his member. He immediately sent his hands to Aiba's head, trying to keep himself standing. That was what Ohno always remembered about sleeping with Aiba. He gave the best blow jobs, and probably wasn't aware of it. He started slowly, taking in more and more of Satoshi's length. His tongue lapped at the underside of his cock, and the older man let out a low moan. As if he hadn't been tortured enough that night, the male started to hum. The 'Happy Birthday' song, of all things. It should have been ridiculous, and yet it was incredibly sexy. The perfect hands on his hips and the perfect mouth surrounding him completely, it was too much. Almost.
“Ai-Aiba, I-”
And that was the end. He felt as if he had been left alone again. Aiba removed his mouth completely, and let go of his hips as well. Standing up to his full height, Aiba looked at him apologetically.
“Can you close your eyes for a minute, now?”
Sighing, Ohno did as he was told, again, and suddenly there was something around him. Not Masaki's lips and tongue this time, but a ring. It was painful, almost, just because he knew what it was, and why it was placed on him. At least he thought he knew. With a whispered 'Sorry', and a rushed kiss on the lips, Aiba exited the bathroom, Ohno left, sightless, again.
“Do you want your gift from me, too?” a lower voice asked, Arashi's leader immediately recognizing it as the voice of Sakurai Sho.
“Would you mind taking this off?” Satoshi grumbled, the other laughing at his leader's un-enthusiasm for the device.
“Sorry, that isn't what I had in mind. I'll guide you, so follow me,” he offered, wrapping one arm around Ohno's waist, the other hand gripping his so as to walk him back to his bed. Once they arrived safely, neither bumping into anything, surprisingly, Ohno was pushed down onto the bed, and felt the equally nude Sho straddle his waist. Being so rushed was uncharacteristic of Sho, so the dancer was confused, until he felt something wrap around his eyes and the dark become even darker. He was about to voice his concern, but Sho cut him off prematurely.
“You have to enjoy this without the senses you rely on every day. Sight and touch are used too often. Use your senses of smell and hearing.”
With that being the only explanation, Ohno accepted it, wondering what 'this' meant. He felt and heard Sho's weight shift, and thought he may have heard a container being opened. When a cool substance was poured onto his upper body, he knew he was correct. Not before he hissed quietly from the change in temperature. Then, it started. After Sho's chuckle at his reaction to the temperature, his hands slid into the pool of liquid, spreading it all across Satoshi's chest. He rubbed the oil in well, massaging the other male's tense shoulders while he was at it. Ohno was very surprised. It just did not seem like something Sho would, well, be good at, but at this very moment the older male would recommend his services to anyone. If he did not want him to stay right there for a long while. The scent of the oil was intoxicating, but he still could not get his mind completely off of one thing. That ring Aiba place around him. Had it been anyone else, a plan for revenge would have already been formulated. He was not the other members, however, so that plan never had a chance to succeed. Even still, just the knowledge that Sakurai was on top of him, naked, made his penis strain against the confines of the ring. He groaned in slight frustration, and another chuckle left the throat of the male above him. Sho's massage slowed greatly, the older male feeling him lean over his body, getting very close to his ear.
“Could you spread out for me?”
Satoshi shivered with anticipation, like he had multiple times before on this night, and whenever else Sho used his drop-dead-sexy-can't-refuse-his-requests voice. He felt the chill after the rapper stood, getting off of the bed entirely. Ohno spread his legs apart, and held his arms apart as well. He waited like that, which he would admit to himself was a bit awkward, until he felt something in...four places at once? The foreign objects were metal, and when he moved his four appendages, he found that they, well, couldn't be moved. Handcuffs? He'd been handcuffed at the wrists and ankles! He had assumed that the others had left, but there was no way for Sho to do all four cuffs by himself. So that was the only logical explanation, wasn't it? He was not fortunate enough to receive sufficient thinking time, however, because he was attacked in three places at once. Three mouths each with their own spots to claim, and the sensation was so brilliant that he screamed. The second the cry of immense pleasure ceased, the final pair of lips were on his own, and he immediately recognized them as Nino's, even though he couldn't see anything.
'That brat wanted me to scream,' Ohno thought, 'he was waiting for it.'
And since his plan had succeeded, he got what he wanted and went back to the more important task at hand: kissing Riida senseless. Which he did, especially with the assistance of Aiba, who own the pair of lips licking and sucking Satoshi's left nipple, Matsumoto, who was biting Satoshi's right nipple, and Sakurai, who was kissing and licking all along Ohno's hardened shaft. It was the little things that helped him identify who was where in his blind, and pleasured, state. The only bit of pain he could feel was the one on his right, so that had to be MatsuJun. Since the warm lips and moist tongue surrounding him were not the same as earlier, that had to be Sho. Plus, he could feel rougher fingers holding down his hips to keep him from thrusting his hips deeper into that warmth, which was really what he wanted to do. They were not calloused fingers like Nino had, no, but felt like they had handled a lot. Sakurai had those from dealing with paper all day. So that meant Aiba was on his left. He just wondered how long it would stay like that. In the back of his mind, he wished it would be forever. So, of course, they each break away. Sakurai first, Nino second, Jun third, and Masaki last. It was such a lack of attention that a high-pitched whine escaped the back of his throat, his face heating up from embarrassment, as well as other things. He could hear them whispering, but could not quite catch what all they were saying. He only heard 'you two'. Which did not seem like a good idea, since they obviously were trying to prevent him from hearing it. It was after that moment that he felt it. Pressure beside him on the bed on his left and right. He could feel the skin on either side of him, and it felt like they were very close together. He heard their breathing, out of sync and erratic. Then, he did not hear much of anything. There was a shift in weight again, and that was when he heard a strange sound. It took him a moment to figure out what it was. Tongues. Two of the four others, that he called friends, in this room were making out right above him. That was another moment he wished that the blindfold had never been invented. No matter which two were above him, it would have been a very sexy sight to see.
“Um...”
“What?” The two above him both answered immediately, and by the tone of their voices it just had to be Aiba and Nino.
“It isn't much of a present if I can't see it...” Ohno whispered, not wanting to directly ask for what he really wanted. He was sure Ninomiya was smirking now, though, and Aiba was more than likely grinning. There was a silence, however, and it made Satoshi a bit tense. He really was not in the correct state of mind for silence; all he wanted was to come and-
Then he could see. It was still dark, so his lights must have been off, but he could see now. One of them took the blindfold off. It must have been tossed to the floor, since it was not in his line of vision, and none of the others had it. The others all had him. They went back to their original positions from when they chained him to the bed, Nino not even allowing him the scream this time. The younger male swallowed every sound he made, including the many moans he released. It felt so good, but he knew they would just keep doing it since he couldn't exactly finish. Ohno was becoming a bit more impatient, bucking his hips forward to be buried deeper into Sakurai's mouth. He almost choked him a little, and he did feel guilty about it, but Sho quickly put a stop to that, placing his hands back on Satoshi's hips. He didn't try to bite back a groan as MatsuJun bit him pretty hard, but Aiba made up for it on his own side, quietly sucking and licking the erect bud. Nino was content to shove his tongue down his throat, but Ohno didn't care because that was what he usually did anyway. Looking at them, all four of them surrounding him, made him extremely happy in those few moments. Because he wasn't alone. He would never be alone as long as he had Arashi. Had he not held Kazu's lips captive, he would have smiled.
And it was almost as if they all knew what he was thinking, because gradually, they all moved to stand back up, slowly. Then Aiba, the one who placed the accursed ring around his cock, finally took it off, smiling apologetically once more. Ohno exhaled dramatically, and the four each move to stand on the left side of him. Out of breath, Satoshi looked up at all of them, and they each placed one hand over his heart. It was beating quickly, and he knew they could feel it. The unexpected happened next. They sang.
“Happy Birthday, Riida.”
And he came, unlike any other time before. It was sweet, so reflecting back on the moment he probably shouldn't have allowed himself to, but it had been an interesting night, and the four had teased him enough. When he could breathe again, Aiba got the towel and cleaned him off, MatsuJun unlocking all of the handcuffs afterward. Nino sat down beside him and draped an arm around his shoulder, and Sho ruffled his hair, smiling. Ohno smiled too, completely content and satisfied with his birthday present. Although, to be honest, he probably would have been happy to have just heard their voices if they called. They were what was most important to him, and as long as they were in his life, he never would need anything again.
“Thank you,” he whispered, his “you're welcome” coming in the form of a kiss on the lips from Nino, the cheek from Sho, the hand from Jun, and one planted over his bellybutton from Masaki.
“So, everyone, what are we going to do for Oh-chan when he turns 30?”