[fic] Masterpiece
Two posts in ONE WEEK? Man, either I love you guys or I'm just excessively bored!
Title: Masterpiece
Rating: R/NC-17
Pairing: Arashi orgy; Ohno/Nino/Jun, Sho/Aiba
Word Count: 1241
Summary: Ohno doesn't see the world as plain and dull -- at least not while he's drunk.
Author's Notes: I. Uh. This is my first time writing pr0n. I, uh, kind of told myself that I would never, but then I was bored in class today, OF ALL PLACES, and just...started writing. And. And then, I thought that was the end of it, and then my friends and I were working on our costumes for Halloween, and mine is all painted so I sat and...kept writing this. But it figures that, you know, for the first time writing pr0n, I go for a group orgy, not even just Sho and Aiba, something simple and easier to logic out. UNBETA'D because idk, this is kind of embarrassing. :| :|
Ohno thought a lot of things, really plain and ordinary things, were beautiful when he was drunk. He remembers waxing poetic about Nino's manager's balding head ("A head like the sun / shining in the vast cold dark / a beacon of hope" was a haiku Ohno apparently wrote, now a permanent fixture on Nino's fridge) and revering Sho's bachelor's degree in its pristine black frame at the rapper's apartment one night. It's not because he doesn't have an appreciation for the things around him, but he was more aware of it when under the influence. He remembers asking Jun where he got his ring because it was gorgeous and where Nino had gotten the perfect combination of teal-and-white plaid boxers, and when Aiba had his lips firmly wrapped around Sho's cock, glistening wet with spit and something a little more carnal, Ohno couldn't help but stare at how exquisite a picture the two painted.
Perspectives change, though maybe more forced than anything, because there was a slight movement to his right and a strand of hair flies into view; Jun's hair, if Ohno went by the shade of black. The blackest he imagined whenever he wanted a swatch in his mind for mental comparison, and a voice that sent shivers down his spine when laced with sake hissed in his ear.
"Kazu-chan, I think leader has a problem." Ohno slowly turned his head towards the other man currently pinned under Nino's weight as the much smaller video game enthusiast keened softly, rocking his hips forward into Jun's eliciting a similar response. Ohno blinked a few times to clear his vision but he heard Nino laugh breathlessly nonetheless.
"Either he's jealous because you're the one I intend on riding tonight or he wants to take Sho-chan's place."
Ohno didn't know exactly what was going on, which was okay; the most masterful creations he's ever come up with leave him stumped and that feeling was comforting, even welcome. And when Jun leaned over, much to Nino's apparent disappointment, and kissed Ohno, hard and rough and demanding, Ohno thought vaguely that Jun tasted divine, finer and sweeter than the most complimentary of colors.
He heard a moan, not too sure if it came from Jun or himself, and felt fingers gently stroking his jaw as another pair of hands began making short work of his pants. He let out another moan, positive now that he was the one making them, and Nino laughed a little heartier this time.
"Don't worry, leader, I'll take good care of you tonight," Nino giggled, slipping his hand beneath the waistband of Ohno's boxers and gripping the turgid length confined within. Ohno moaned helplessly against Jun's lips, who thrusted up against Nino's hips, who in turn stroked and twisted his hand, and the whole cycle repeated itself until Ohno could hardly remember who was kissing who was stroking who was doing what.
He wasn't quite sure how Nino wound up on his knees in front of him, tongue licking and delving into the slit at the tip of his cock, occasionally pulling away to tease Jun, delighted when the youngest moved behind him, thrusting into Nino's warm, pliant body extra hard, powerful stroke after stroke. Ohno wondered how they looked from an outside point of view and he noncommittally licks his lips, calling out to Sho to give him an artist's opinion.
"Leader, now is not the time to be artistic, okay?" Sho replies through gritted teeth as he holds onto Aiba's hips, guiding the taller man up and down on his lap, Aiba's hair flying every which way, soft gasps and groans punctuating the air.
"If I tell you that you guys look hot, will you give him your opinion?" Nino asked, pulling his lips off of Ohno's cock with a soft, wet pop! and turning his head to watch Aiba ride Sho with complete abandon and his back pressed against Sho's chest, letting him take Sho in completely. Nino's eyes glazed over with want and desire at the sight and Ohno couldn't help but let his fingers drift downwards to gently stroke the creamy, smooth skin of Nino's cheek, taking his chin in his fingers to turn him back to face him and kiss him slowly, putting everything he felt about him - about all four of them - into that one kiss.
Nino broke the kiss with a sharp cry as Jun began to start moving again, slamming into Nino with renewed vigor after they took a short break to watch Aiba and Sho. An answering cry resounded from the other couch as Aiba came into Sho's hand wrapped around his length and Ohno watched, utterly transfixed by the way Aiba arched backwards as his orgasm wracked through his body, legs trembling, head thrown back to rest on Sho's shoulder, chest heaving as he began to breathe heavily. Ohno's eyes focused in on Sho's lips mouthing words against Aiba's shoulder, letting a hand slip up from Aiba's waist to gently stroke the man's stomach, calming him. Aiba tilted his head to the side and he pulled Sho in for a kiss; Ohno saw a few brief flashes of pretty pink tongue before Sho was moving them, slowly pulling out to lay Aiba down on the couch. Aiba reached out for Sho as his legs naturally fell apart, securely wrapping them around the other's waist and letting a low groan escape his lips as Sho eased himself back into him.
Ohno wasn't sure when ShoandAiba happened, though if he had the capacity to actually think as Nino ran his tongue over his rigid length, he would have probably figured that it was always going to happen regardless of who Aiba had slept with before and who managed to con Sho into bed with the help of (lots and lots of) alcohol. They fit well, extremely well, incredibly well, and Ohno's stomach fluttered a little as he thought about how it would feel like if he ever found someone like that, that was the exact complement of who he was.
But his alcohol-riddled mind snapped his attention back to Nino's head bobbing up and down in front of him and Jun's body covering the length of Nino's back, lips placing soft, gentle kisses on the shoulder blades. All it took was one last, good suck before Ohno found himself arching upwards, crying out as he came and in that split second, he figured it out. Somehow, he just knew the four of them were the complement of who he was and who he loved most and they were complete, they completed him, just like how he completed them. At the end of the night, when they're all lying in a sweaty, naked heap on the floor, Ohno takes in the colors of their skin and how they contrast against each other, takes in how they each sound with every contented sigh and takes in how they all manage to fit together despite the awkward limbs and crooked angles.
Ohno smiles. Aiba peers sleepily down at him and pokes him in the shoulder, asking what he's smiling about. Nino snorts and interrupts with a loud, "He just got laid, of course he's smiling!" and Jun whacks Nino upside the head. Sho simply snores through the whole exchange and Ohno just smiles again, snuggling against Jun's side without saying a word.
They all get it eventually.
Title: Masterpiece
Rating: R/NC-17
Pairing: Arashi orgy; Ohno/Nino/Jun, Sho/Aiba
Word Count: 1241
Summary: Ohno doesn't see the world as plain and dull -- at least not while he's drunk.
Author's Notes: I. Uh. This is my first time writing pr0n. I, uh, kind of told myself that I would never, but then I was bored in class today, OF ALL PLACES, and just...started writing. And. And then, I thought that was the end of it, and then my friends and I were working on our costumes for Halloween, and mine is all painted so I sat and...kept writing this. But it figures that, you know, for the first time writing pr0n, I go for a group orgy, not even just Sho and Aiba, something simple and easier to logic out. UNBETA'D because idk, this is kind of embarrassing. :| :|
Ohno thought a lot of things, really plain and ordinary things, were beautiful when he was drunk. He remembers waxing poetic about Nino's manager's balding head ("A head like the sun / shining in the vast cold dark / a beacon of hope" was a haiku Ohno apparently wrote, now a permanent fixture on Nino's fridge) and revering Sho's bachelor's degree in its pristine black frame at the rapper's apartment one night. It's not because he doesn't have an appreciation for the things around him, but he was more aware of it when under the influence. He remembers asking Jun where he got his ring because it was gorgeous and where Nino had gotten the perfect combination of teal-and-white plaid boxers, and when Aiba had his lips firmly wrapped around Sho's cock, glistening wet with spit and something a little more carnal, Ohno couldn't help but stare at how exquisite a picture the two painted.
Perspectives change, though maybe more forced than anything, because there was a slight movement to his right and a strand of hair flies into view; Jun's hair, if Ohno went by the shade of black. The blackest he imagined whenever he wanted a swatch in his mind for mental comparison, and a voice that sent shivers down his spine when laced with sake hissed in his ear.
"Kazu-chan, I think leader has a problem." Ohno slowly turned his head towards the other man currently pinned under Nino's weight as the much smaller video game enthusiast keened softly, rocking his hips forward into Jun's eliciting a similar response. Ohno blinked a few times to clear his vision but he heard Nino laugh breathlessly nonetheless.
"Either he's jealous because you're the one I intend on riding tonight or he wants to take Sho-chan's place."
Ohno didn't know exactly what was going on, which was okay; the most masterful creations he's ever come up with leave him stumped and that feeling was comforting, even welcome. And when Jun leaned over, much to Nino's apparent disappointment, and kissed Ohno, hard and rough and demanding, Ohno thought vaguely that Jun tasted divine, finer and sweeter than the most complimentary of colors.
He heard a moan, not too sure if it came from Jun or himself, and felt fingers gently stroking his jaw as another pair of hands began making short work of his pants. He let out another moan, positive now that he was the one making them, and Nino laughed a little heartier this time.
"Don't worry, leader, I'll take good care of you tonight," Nino giggled, slipping his hand beneath the waistband of Ohno's boxers and gripping the turgid length confined within. Ohno moaned helplessly against Jun's lips, who thrusted up against Nino's hips, who in turn stroked and twisted his hand, and the whole cycle repeated itself until Ohno could hardly remember who was kissing who was stroking who was doing what.
He wasn't quite sure how Nino wound up on his knees in front of him, tongue licking and delving into the slit at the tip of his cock, occasionally pulling away to tease Jun, delighted when the youngest moved behind him, thrusting into Nino's warm, pliant body extra hard, powerful stroke after stroke. Ohno wondered how they looked from an outside point of view and he noncommittally licks his lips, calling out to Sho to give him an artist's opinion.
"Leader, now is not the time to be artistic, okay?" Sho replies through gritted teeth as he holds onto Aiba's hips, guiding the taller man up and down on his lap, Aiba's hair flying every which way, soft gasps and groans punctuating the air.
"If I tell you that you guys look hot, will you give him your opinion?" Nino asked, pulling his lips off of Ohno's cock with a soft, wet pop! and turning his head to watch Aiba ride Sho with complete abandon and his back pressed against Sho's chest, letting him take Sho in completely. Nino's eyes glazed over with want and desire at the sight and Ohno couldn't help but let his fingers drift downwards to gently stroke the creamy, smooth skin of Nino's cheek, taking his chin in his fingers to turn him back to face him and kiss him slowly, putting everything he felt about him - about all four of them - into that one kiss.
Nino broke the kiss with a sharp cry as Jun began to start moving again, slamming into Nino with renewed vigor after they took a short break to watch Aiba and Sho. An answering cry resounded from the other couch as Aiba came into Sho's hand wrapped around his length and Ohno watched, utterly transfixed by the way Aiba arched backwards as his orgasm wracked through his body, legs trembling, head thrown back to rest on Sho's shoulder, chest heaving as he began to breathe heavily. Ohno's eyes focused in on Sho's lips mouthing words against Aiba's shoulder, letting a hand slip up from Aiba's waist to gently stroke the man's stomach, calming him. Aiba tilted his head to the side and he pulled Sho in for a kiss; Ohno saw a few brief flashes of pretty pink tongue before Sho was moving them, slowly pulling out to lay Aiba down on the couch. Aiba reached out for Sho as his legs naturally fell apart, securely wrapping them around the other's waist and letting a low groan escape his lips as Sho eased himself back into him.
Ohno wasn't sure when ShoandAiba happened, though if he had the capacity to actually think as Nino ran his tongue over his rigid length, he would have probably figured that it was always going to happen regardless of who Aiba had slept with before and who managed to con Sho into bed with the help of (lots and lots of) alcohol. They fit well, extremely well, incredibly well, and Ohno's stomach fluttered a little as he thought about how it would feel like if he ever found someone like that, that was the exact complement of who he was.
But his alcohol-riddled mind snapped his attention back to Nino's head bobbing up and down in front of him and Jun's body covering the length of Nino's back, lips placing soft, gentle kisses on the shoulder blades. All it took was one last, good suck before Ohno found himself arching upwards, crying out as he came and in that split second, he figured it out. Somehow, he just knew the four of them were the complement of who he was and who he loved most and they were complete, they completed him, just like how he completed them. At the end of the night, when they're all lying in a sweaty, naked heap on the floor, Ohno takes in the colors of their skin and how they contrast against each other, takes in how they each sound with every contented sigh and takes in how they all manage to fit together despite the awkward limbs and crooked angles.
Ohno smiles. Aiba peers sleepily down at him and pokes him in the shoulder, asking what he's smiling about. Nino snorts and interrupts with a loud, "He just got laid, of course he's smiling!" and Jun whacks Nino upside the head. Sho simply snores through the whole exchange and Ohno just smiles again, snuggling against Jun's side without saying a word.
They all get it eventually.