Monthly Drabble Batch
So it's been nearly a month since I last posted drabbles. There aren't too many this time, and I'm sure no one missed the spam. XD Same rules apply. Mixed pairs (mostly Ohmiya and Sakuraiba, but I think an Ohba is in there too) with random ratings, and weird genres. I get the feeling that I've posted some of these before though, so if it's familar to you too, I'm sorry. (>_<)
Enjoy, or not, and I hope everyone has a good week!
Ohmiya, 1/2 pg-13, 1/2 Nc-17, Christmas (A drabble and it's sequel I had written before x-mas live in chat. I think I forgot to post it with my gift drabbles)
One Christmas morning, sleepy Ohno Satoshi bounced out of bed.
All night thoughts of fishing lures and art supplies danced in his head.
What could be under the christmas tree? He wondered. He knew santa would leave him something, if only a small happy meal toy.
But when little Ohno satoshi arrived downstairs, what awaited under the tree, was just another boy.
An elf. Ohno awed, creeping close for a look.
But with a start Ohno realized, he had gravely mistook.
The elf wasn't dressed as one would assume, and rather then a ribbon, he was tyed up with rope.
"Hey you there, untie me quick!" The elf wiggled, knowing Ohno was his only hope.
"Are you my present?" Ohno asked carefully, his hand on the rope's bow.
"Yeah, that nut-job Santa Kos thought she was being funny....hey what are you doing?" the elf demanded, when Ohno took Nino in tow.
"I'm going to play with my toy!" Ohno smiled, which melted the elf's heart as he was thrown in a chair.
The elf wrapped his arms around Ohno's neck, leaning up for a kiss. "You want to play?...As long as you don't re-gift me, then what we do, I don't care."
~ ~ * * ~ ~
Ohno broke their first kiss with a blush and a meep.
He hoped dearly, that the elf didn't find him a creep.
For he had forgotten, as he found the boy so cute.
That regarding their names, they both had been mute.
"I'm Ohno Satoshi." He blushed and giggled. "What is your name?"
"I'm Ninomiya Kazunari" The elf said, blushing too. "And I like to play games."
Ohno thought he might ask more questions, and such,
Getting to know this elf better, he'd like very much.
Nino must have thought the same to,
but physically he decided, was a much better move.
The rope that had bound him but moments before,
He gathered in his hands, and held out once more.
“I said I like games, but there are other fun things to play.”
Ohno took the ropes, and swallowed, at a loss for what to say.
But Ohno knew he felt something, for this god sent gift
And he realized with a start, that it wasn’t just in his heart he felt a lift.
“Are you sure?” He asked, leaning in for a second kiss.
“Very.” Nino whispered against his lips, before holding out his wrists.
It was only after the binding was complete was a problem posed.
“You silly idiot.” Nino smiled, undoing the ties, to remove his clothes.
Naked, and tied for the third time in a night
Nino kissed Ohno with all his might.
After a while, with his lips and hands,
Gently Ohno explored on Nino‘s body, around the bands.
After a while, Ohno couldn’t fight back the lust
And into Nino he dove with a careful thrust.
Rocking and swaying, the movements accelerated
Then the climax came, but the feelings hadn’t abated.
“Kazu.” Ohno mumbled, very pink and undoing the ties
“Satoshi.” Nino responded, emotion in his voice that was not a lie.
Ohno pleaded, “I won’t re-gift or return or sell you away,”
So please, with me, would you stay?”
“I think I might like that.” Nino smiled, kissing Ohno again out of love.
And Ohno kissed back, thanking the great Santa Kos above.
--Ohmiya, PG-13,…subways >.>
The next stop was his. Just one stop until Ohno was safe…but no…there was that hand…groping, squeezing…
“Kazu, stop, we’re in public.” Ohno simpered, brushing the hand away in an attempted reprimand.
“That’s why I’m doing it,” Came the minty breath in his ear. “If my hand isn’t here, then someone else’s will be in a train this crowed. I’m doing you a favor.”
There was no use in fighting Nino further, and he did have a point. If a hand was to be groping him on the train, he would prefer it be Kazu’s.
Then there was a second hand, groping his front.
“Ka-Kazu?” Ohno protested, but in barely a whisper, afraid of the wandering and inquiring gaze of a stranger that a forceful voice might bring.
“It’s me don’t worry.” Nino reassured, pressing his lips to the back of Ohno’s neck. The warmth tickled the skin, and made Ohno’s eyes flutter more then the groping hands ever did.
Clearing his throat, Ohno removed Nino’s hand from his pants and turned around.
“Hey-mm” Nino’s protests were silenced with a deep and rousing kiss, which Ohno broke only for the unfortunate necessity of breathing. “We’re in public!”
“That’s why I’m doing it.”
--Ohba, pg, angst
Ohno scraped his fingernail along the peeling paint of the side of the house. He had nothing to do, while waiting for the phone to ring. Rather he couldn’t bring himself to do anything. He had Puni-chan in his lap, the old dog had seen better days most certainly, pinning now for his master, just as Ohno was silently.
“Here.” Nino held out a bowl of cucumber salad. “Eat.”
Silently Ohno stared at the bowl, before going back to pealing paint. With a sigh, Nino set the bowl on the steps, walking back into the house.
An hour later and the scene was unchanged when the phone rang. Ohno wanted to stand, couldn’t move as if his legs had turned to syrup. He heard Nino walk to the phone, and listened to every word, alert.
“T-the operation failed? What do you mean-…..I understand…no it’s better if I tell his family…”
Another hour later, the scene was still the same, Ohno sat on the porch peeling paint, with Puni-chan in his lap, though now tears rolled from his cheeks.
--Sakuraiba, pgish, romance/crack
As Aiba prepared for the week’s Rekomen checked his phone and blinked. An army of hearts and kissing smileys paraded along a message from none other then Sakurai Sho. Blushing, he began punching out a reply, when he realized he was about to go on air.
“A-ah….I’m going to skip my usual into today…lets go straight into a song…this one I want to dedicate to Sakuraaaaaaaa…the person who knows who they are. Arashi’s Love So Sweet.”
Pushing the mic away as the song began, Aiba checked his phone again, pulling the headphones around his neck, and found he had a new message. His heart did a back flip when he read the short message ‘Sorry, wrong person.’
“W-wrong person?!“ He whispered over and over to himself…trying to fight back the tears, but before he could, another message popped up. ‘Sorry, Masaki, Nino stole my phone and sent that to you….thanks for the song. Busy tonight? Want to come over and-”
Suddenly the screen went black as the battery died, and Aiba cried, “And what?!”
--Ohmiya, pg-13, horror/angst
Nino smiled, as he stepped behind stage, the crowd still chanting his name. Shrugging out of his technicolor dream coat of a costume, he jogged around the other members to Ohno.
“They aren’t bad tonight. I saw lots of Satoshi uchiwas.”
Uncertainly, Ohno nodded. Riida was only ever nervous before his own solo, which everyone linked back to his less then warm greeting during their debut.
The coordinator ordered Ohno to standby, and he rose shakily to his feet. “I….don’t want to go out there today, Kazu.”
“If I could, I’d go for you, but I can’t. Or rather, Jun would have a god awful hissy fit if I were to monopolize more stage time.” Pulling the oldest into a hug, Nino frowned, finding Ohno shaking in his arms. “What’s wrong?”
“Don’t make me go out there…please.”
“Sa…Satoshi?”
“Ohno get to the stage!” The director’s words were harsh on their ears, making Ohno jump suddenly.
Looking as if he might break into tears, Ohno clung to Nino. “If I don’t make it….I love you.”
Growing a bit concerned, Nino tried to laugh it off, to improve Ohno’s mood. “So if you do make it, we’re just gonna be friends?”
“Of course not, it’s just….” But before he could continue, Ohno was bodily dragged away by Ads. Professionally, he composed himself, before strolling on stage in silence, taking his position before the music began.
Patting himself with a towel before dawning his next costume, Nino turned his back to the stage opening, so he could dawn his next costume. If he had still been facing the stage, he might have seen the small device, about the size of a flash drive land near Ohno’s feet. Instead, he heard seconds later, a deafening boom, as if all the fireworks packed around the stage had gone off at once. Shrieks and shouts could be heard in the echo of the explosion, as it carried though the arena.
In a second that lasted forever, Nino pivoted on his feet, and stared at the flaming column that used to be the stage, that used to be Ohno Satoshi.
--Sakuraiba, Ohimya, Pg, crack/scavenger hunt
“Ok, I’ll take four, seven and Riida.” Nino exclaimed, writing little ‘N’s next to the mentioned numbers on the dry erase board, and an extra ‘N‘ on the back of Ohno‘s hand, just in case.
“Five, and eight and Kazu.” Claimed Ohno, pointing to his choices, stealing the marker to draw an ‘O‘ on Nino‘s hand too.
“I wanted to go with Ohno…” Scowled Jun, brewing over the board himself. “I’ll do three, ten, and….” The princess looked between Sho and Aiba, weighing the pros and cons of choosing either member. “Um, think I’ll be a team by myself then…”
“Jun doesn’t love us anymore.” Aiba pouted, leaning his elbow on Sho’s shoulder.
“I didn’t say that.” The youngest protested, rolling his eyes. “I just can’t choose between Fail, and Idiot.”
“….He doesn’t love us, does he.” Fail frowned, putting an arm fondly around Idiot’s middle. “And I’d choose you over Eyebrows any day, Masaki.”
Jun’s hand flew protectively to the feature in question. “You both shut up!”
“Now now.” Ohno stepped between the fray, only because Nino had pushed him in front of the board. He took the cue cards from Aiba and scratched his forehead as he read. “Um. Who ever gets their items first….gets a…Ch-chocolate Tower…E…Eu…..ah, Kazu help.”
“That says ‘Chocolate Tower Extreme Deluxe Cake.’ It’s some kind of dessert I guess. Learn your katakana…geeze.” Though Nino spoke harshly, he stroked the small of Ohno’s back, the topography of the curves long since memorized, as he continued to read the prize information for the older man.
“Sorry.” Came the mumbled response.
“That leaves Masaki and I with one, six, nine and ten.” Sho finished off claiming the clues. “Yosh, I can feel victory on the horizon.”
“We can do it! We can!” Aiba jumped up and down excitedly.
“You don’t stand a popsicle’s chance in hell of beating team SK.” Nino rolled his eyes, and Ohno nodded, as if hearing a gospel.
“Not to put too much pressure on anyone, but I think we only have about 15 minutes left of filming…” Jun pointed to the large digital clock in the corner of the set.
“It’s ok, we have plenty of time. Ailando always gets cut anyways, so I think it‘s fair if we go over today. It‘s my big chance now that Ogu‘s home sick!” Full of renewed energy, Aiba rushed to the side of the set, taking blindfolds from an AD, setting up for the most embarrassing, but hopefully fun-est game of ‘Blind-red-light/green-light-scavenger hunt-tag’ ever.
--Ohmiya, NC-17, Bondage
Nino rolled his hips, forcing Ohno’s to take him deeper. Teeth, racked the sensitive, pulsing length, hands massaged the base, making the younger bite harder into the gag. Another buck gave fair warning that if he didn’t quit, Nino would become trigger happy in Ohno’s mouth.
Gripping at the leather ties, Nino longed to run his fingers though Ohno’s hair, to touch, kiss, grope and fondle. Blindfolded, each movement of Ohno’s was multiplied ten thousand fold. The slightest touch was an endorphin to the torturous loss of the other sensations, of being unable to hold Ohno, propelling him so far into arousal that even breathing was laborious.
The cold cream Ohno applied to his member must have melted instantly, under the care of the petite hand, and the only warning before Ohno impaled himself in a slow steady motion, was a weight sift on their Pelican brand water bed, and a kiss, Ohno’s tongue finding his briefly around the bit.
His eyes rolling, Nino didn’t wait for Ohno to remove himself before thrusting up with all his might, forcing Ohno to cry out, surprised. They moved, each thrust and plunge reverberated though the water bed. Ohno worked his hips, as only Ohno could, pleasing himself while rocking on Nino, until they came, in one moment of unison, different, yet the same as every time before.
--Sakuraiba, Pgish, fluff/romance (note: this drabble is in three parts)
“Aiba-chan…pass the soy sauce.”
“Sure thing, Sho~” The bottle passed hands with a lingering touch, as two feet found each other ’accidentally’ under the table. Aiba giggled, his blush matching the table cloth.
“W-what is so funny?” Sho stuttered, spilling a bit of sauce on his lap, before setting it on the table.
“Kazu ss-top…” Motioning for surrender, Ohno groaned, sitting next to Sho, with Nino beside Aiba.
“Stop what?” Spoken though a full bite of hamburger, Nino looked up, confused.
“O-oh….oops.” Aiba swallowed, and retracted his foot immediately, and Ohno sighed, relieved he could continue his sushi in peace.
“Sho-chan…let me touch.”
“M-masaki……….pfffeee~*slap* don’t pinch!”
“But….you’re so much bigger then me. Here, try mine.”
“……….n…nn…nice.”
“God, put your shirts on already.” Jun walked into the dressing room, rolling his eyes at Sho and Aiba who were pawing and squeezing each other‘s chests. “And who cares which one has bigger pecs anyway.”
Blushing, they both retracted their hands, nodding shyly to each other, as they pulled on their shirts.
Sho glanced at Aiba, who was already looking at him, over the guest. Clearing his throat, he looked down at the food information. “This next one…is called Moon Pudding….made from the uber rare ingredients such and such, it’s only served at the restaurant ‘Rocket Lover’s Terrace’ on the full moon.” His eyes glittering, as the found Aiba’s again, Sho removed the box to reveal the cream pudding served in a heart shaped dish, made from two touching crescent moons.
As the guest and Ohno exclaimed the pudding’s umai-ness, Sho snuck around the table with a bowl, and held out a laden spoon with a gentle whisper. “Are you busy the next full moon?”
Enjoy, or not, and I hope everyone has a good week!
Ohmiya, 1/2 pg-13, 1/2 Nc-17, Christmas (A drabble and it's sequel I had written before x-mas live in chat. I think I forgot to post it with my gift drabbles)
One Christmas morning, sleepy Ohno Satoshi bounced out of bed.
All night thoughts of fishing lures and art supplies danced in his head.
What could be under the christmas tree? He wondered. He knew santa would leave him something, if only a small happy meal toy.
But when little Ohno satoshi arrived downstairs, what awaited under the tree, was just another boy.
An elf. Ohno awed, creeping close for a look.
But with a start Ohno realized, he had gravely mistook.
The elf wasn't dressed as one would assume, and rather then a ribbon, he was tyed up with rope.
"Hey you there, untie me quick!" The elf wiggled, knowing Ohno was his only hope.
"Are you my present?" Ohno asked carefully, his hand on the rope's bow.
"Yeah, that nut-job Santa Kos thought she was being funny....hey what are you doing?" the elf demanded, when Ohno took Nino in tow.
"I'm going to play with my toy!" Ohno smiled, which melted the elf's heart as he was thrown in a chair.
The elf wrapped his arms around Ohno's neck, leaning up for a kiss. "You want to play?...As long as you don't re-gift me, then what we do, I don't care."
~ ~ * * ~ ~
Ohno broke their first kiss with a blush and a meep.
He hoped dearly, that the elf didn't find him a creep.
For he had forgotten, as he found the boy so cute.
That regarding their names, they both had been mute.
"I'm Ohno Satoshi." He blushed and giggled. "What is your name?"
"I'm Ninomiya Kazunari" The elf said, blushing too. "And I like to play games."
Ohno thought he might ask more questions, and such,
Getting to know this elf better, he'd like very much.
Nino must have thought the same to,
but physically he decided, was a much better move.
The rope that had bound him but moments before,
He gathered in his hands, and held out once more.
“I said I like games, but there are other fun things to play.”
Ohno took the ropes, and swallowed, at a loss for what to say.
But Ohno knew he felt something, for this god sent gift
And he realized with a start, that it wasn’t just in his heart he felt a lift.
“Are you sure?” He asked, leaning in for a second kiss.
“Very.” Nino whispered against his lips, before holding out his wrists.
It was only after the binding was complete was a problem posed.
“You silly idiot.” Nino smiled, undoing the ties, to remove his clothes.
Naked, and tied for the third time in a night
Nino kissed Ohno with all his might.
After a while, with his lips and hands,
Gently Ohno explored on Nino‘s body, around the bands.
After a while, Ohno couldn’t fight back the lust
And into Nino he dove with a careful thrust.
Rocking and swaying, the movements accelerated
Then the climax came, but the feelings hadn’t abated.
“Kazu.” Ohno mumbled, very pink and undoing the ties
“Satoshi.” Nino responded, emotion in his voice that was not a lie.
Ohno pleaded, “I won’t re-gift or return or sell you away,”
So please, with me, would you stay?”
“I think I might like that.” Nino smiled, kissing Ohno again out of love.
And Ohno kissed back, thanking the great Santa Kos above.
--Ohmiya, PG-13,…subways >.>
The next stop was his. Just one stop until Ohno was safe…but no…there was that hand…groping, squeezing…
“Kazu, stop, we’re in public.” Ohno simpered, brushing the hand away in an attempted reprimand.
“That’s why I’m doing it,” Came the minty breath in his ear. “If my hand isn’t here, then someone else’s will be in a train this crowed. I’m doing you a favor.”
There was no use in fighting Nino further, and he did have a point. If a hand was to be groping him on the train, he would prefer it be Kazu’s.
Then there was a second hand, groping his front.
“Ka-Kazu?” Ohno protested, but in barely a whisper, afraid of the wandering and inquiring gaze of a stranger that a forceful voice might bring.
“It’s me don’t worry.” Nino reassured, pressing his lips to the back of Ohno’s neck. The warmth tickled the skin, and made Ohno’s eyes flutter more then the groping hands ever did.
Clearing his throat, Ohno removed Nino’s hand from his pants and turned around.
“Hey-mm” Nino’s protests were silenced with a deep and rousing kiss, which Ohno broke only for the unfortunate necessity of breathing. “We’re in public!”
“That’s why I’m doing it.”
--Ohba, pg, angst
Ohno scraped his fingernail along the peeling paint of the side of the house. He had nothing to do, while waiting for the phone to ring. Rather he couldn’t bring himself to do anything. He had Puni-chan in his lap, the old dog had seen better days most certainly, pinning now for his master, just as Ohno was silently.
“Here.” Nino held out a bowl of cucumber salad. “Eat.”
Silently Ohno stared at the bowl, before going back to pealing paint. With a sigh, Nino set the bowl on the steps, walking back into the house.
An hour later and the scene was unchanged when the phone rang. Ohno wanted to stand, couldn’t move as if his legs had turned to syrup. He heard Nino walk to the phone, and listened to every word, alert.
“T-the operation failed? What do you mean-…..I understand…no it’s better if I tell his family…”
Another hour later, the scene was still the same, Ohno sat on the porch peeling paint, with Puni-chan in his lap, though now tears rolled from his cheeks.
--Sakuraiba, pgish, romance/crack
As Aiba prepared for the week’s Rekomen checked his phone and blinked. An army of hearts and kissing smileys paraded along a message from none other then Sakurai Sho. Blushing, he began punching out a reply, when he realized he was about to go on air.
“A-ah….I’m going to skip my usual into today…lets go straight into a song…this one I want to dedicate to Sakuraaaaaaaa…the person who knows who they are. Arashi’s Love So Sweet.”
Pushing the mic away as the song began, Aiba checked his phone again, pulling the headphones around his neck, and found he had a new message. His heart did a back flip when he read the short message ‘Sorry, wrong person.’
“W-wrong person?!“ He whispered over and over to himself…trying to fight back the tears, but before he could, another message popped up. ‘Sorry, Masaki, Nino stole my phone and sent that to you….thanks for the song. Busy tonight? Want to come over and-”
Suddenly the screen went black as the battery died, and Aiba cried, “And what?!”
--Ohmiya, pg-13, horror/angst
Nino smiled, as he stepped behind stage, the crowd still chanting his name. Shrugging out of his technicolor dream coat of a costume, he jogged around the other members to Ohno.
“They aren’t bad tonight. I saw lots of Satoshi uchiwas.”
Uncertainly, Ohno nodded. Riida was only ever nervous before his own solo, which everyone linked back to his less then warm greeting during their debut.
The coordinator ordered Ohno to standby, and he rose shakily to his feet. “I….don’t want to go out there today, Kazu.”
“If I could, I’d go for you, but I can’t. Or rather, Jun would have a god awful hissy fit if I were to monopolize more stage time.” Pulling the oldest into a hug, Nino frowned, finding Ohno shaking in his arms. “What’s wrong?”
“Don’t make me go out there…please.”
“Sa…Satoshi?”
“Ohno get to the stage!” The director’s words were harsh on their ears, making Ohno jump suddenly.
Looking as if he might break into tears, Ohno clung to Nino. “If I don’t make it….I love you.”
Growing a bit concerned, Nino tried to laugh it off, to improve Ohno’s mood. “So if you do make it, we’re just gonna be friends?”
“Of course not, it’s just….” But before he could continue, Ohno was bodily dragged away by Ads. Professionally, he composed himself, before strolling on stage in silence, taking his position before the music began.
Patting himself with a towel before dawning his next costume, Nino turned his back to the stage opening, so he could dawn his next costume. If he had still been facing the stage, he might have seen the small device, about the size of a flash drive land near Ohno’s feet. Instead, he heard seconds later, a deafening boom, as if all the fireworks packed around the stage had gone off at once. Shrieks and shouts could be heard in the echo of the explosion, as it carried though the arena.
In a second that lasted forever, Nino pivoted on his feet, and stared at the flaming column that used to be the stage, that used to be Ohno Satoshi.
--Sakuraiba, Ohimya, Pg, crack/scavenger hunt
“Ok, I’ll take four, seven and Riida.” Nino exclaimed, writing little ‘N’s next to the mentioned numbers on the dry erase board, and an extra ‘N‘ on the back of Ohno‘s hand, just in case.
“Five, and eight and Kazu.” Claimed Ohno, pointing to his choices, stealing the marker to draw an ‘O‘ on Nino‘s hand too.
“I wanted to go with Ohno…” Scowled Jun, brewing over the board himself. “I’ll do three, ten, and….” The princess looked between Sho and Aiba, weighing the pros and cons of choosing either member. “Um, think I’ll be a team by myself then…”
“Jun doesn’t love us anymore.” Aiba pouted, leaning his elbow on Sho’s shoulder.
“I didn’t say that.” The youngest protested, rolling his eyes. “I just can’t choose between Fail, and Idiot.”
“….He doesn’t love us, does he.” Fail frowned, putting an arm fondly around Idiot’s middle. “And I’d choose you over Eyebrows any day, Masaki.”
Jun’s hand flew protectively to the feature in question. “You both shut up!”
“Now now.” Ohno stepped between the fray, only because Nino had pushed him in front of the board. He took the cue cards from Aiba and scratched his forehead as he read. “Um. Who ever gets their items first….gets a…Ch-chocolate Tower…E…Eu…..ah, Kazu help.”
“That says ‘Chocolate Tower Extreme Deluxe Cake.’ It’s some kind of dessert I guess. Learn your katakana…geeze.” Though Nino spoke harshly, he stroked the small of Ohno’s back, the topography of the curves long since memorized, as he continued to read the prize information for the older man.
“Sorry.” Came the mumbled response.
“That leaves Masaki and I with one, six, nine and ten.” Sho finished off claiming the clues. “Yosh, I can feel victory on the horizon.”
“We can do it! We can!” Aiba jumped up and down excitedly.
“You don’t stand a popsicle’s chance in hell of beating team SK.” Nino rolled his eyes, and Ohno nodded, as if hearing a gospel.
“Not to put too much pressure on anyone, but I think we only have about 15 minutes left of filming…” Jun pointed to the large digital clock in the corner of the set.
“It’s ok, we have plenty of time. Ailando always gets cut anyways, so I think it‘s fair if we go over today. It‘s my big chance now that Ogu‘s home sick!” Full of renewed energy, Aiba rushed to the side of the set, taking blindfolds from an AD, setting up for the most embarrassing, but hopefully fun-est game of ‘Blind-red-light/green-light-scavenger hunt-tag’ ever.
--Ohmiya, NC-17, Bondage
Nino rolled his hips, forcing Ohno’s to take him deeper. Teeth, racked the sensitive, pulsing length, hands massaged the base, making the younger bite harder into the gag. Another buck gave fair warning that if he didn’t quit, Nino would become trigger happy in Ohno’s mouth.
Gripping at the leather ties, Nino longed to run his fingers though Ohno’s hair, to touch, kiss, grope and fondle. Blindfolded, each movement of Ohno’s was multiplied ten thousand fold. The slightest touch was an endorphin to the torturous loss of the other sensations, of being unable to hold Ohno, propelling him so far into arousal that even breathing was laborious.
The cold cream Ohno applied to his member must have melted instantly, under the care of the petite hand, and the only warning before Ohno impaled himself in a slow steady motion, was a weight sift on their Pelican brand water bed, and a kiss, Ohno’s tongue finding his briefly around the bit.
His eyes rolling, Nino didn’t wait for Ohno to remove himself before thrusting up with all his might, forcing Ohno to cry out, surprised. They moved, each thrust and plunge reverberated though the water bed. Ohno worked his hips, as only Ohno could, pleasing himself while rocking on Nino, until they came, in one moment of unison, different, yet the same as every time before.
--Sakuraiba, Pgish, fluff/romance (note: this drabble is in three parts)
“Aiba-chan…pass the soy sauce.”
“Sure thing, Sho~” The bottle passed hands with a lingering touch, as two feet found each other ’accidentally’ under the table. Aiba giggled, his blush matching the table cloth.
“W-what is so funny?” Sho stuttered, spilling a bit of sauce on his lap, before setting it on the table.
“Kazu ss-top…” Motioning for surrender, Ohno groaned, sitting next to Sho, with Nino beside Aiba.
“Stop what?” Spoken though a full bite of hamburger, Nino looked up, confused.
“O-oh….oops.” Aiba swallowed, and retracted his foot immediately, and Ohno sighed, relieved he could continue his sushi in peace.
“Sho-chan…let me touch.”
“M-masaki……….pfffeee~*slap* don’t pinch!”
“But….you’re so much bigger then me. Here, try mine.”
“……….n…nn…nice.”
“God, put your shirts on already.” Jun walked into the dressing room, rolling his eyes at Sho and Aiba who were pawing and squeezing each other‘s chests. “And who cares which one has bigger pecs anyway.”
Blushing, they both retracted their hands, nodding shyly to each other, as they pulled on their shirts.
Sho glanced at Aiba, who was already looking at him, over the guest. Clearing his throat, he looked down at the food information. “This next one…is called Moon Pudding….made from the uber rare ingredients such and such, it’s only served at the restaurant ‘Rocket Lover’s Terrace’ on the full moon.” His eyes glittering, as the found Aiba’s again, Sho removed the box to reveal the cream pudding served in a heart shaped dish, made from two touching crescent moons.
As the guest and Ohno exclaimed the pudding’s umai-ness, Sho snuck around the table with a bowl, and held out a laden spoon with a gentle whisper. “Are you busy the next full moon?”