December Drabble Fest - Day 11
Title : December Drabble Fest Day 11 : Suck it up
Rating : NC 17 / PWP
Pairing : Ohno/Nino, Gen Arashi Friendship
Summary : To this moment, Nino wonders what he saw on Ohno’s face that made him decide to excuse himself, Ohno hot on his heels as they trekked the way back to the green room in haste, pulling Ohno behind the costume rack and sucking him there.
Note : Well, I guess this has to be written and has to be added to the mix at some point, XD Blame/worship my Ohno's Nino. (Also, apologies to Matsumoto-san)
(December Drabble Fest Day 10)
Nino knows this isn’t the proper place nor the time for him to be doing this - going down on his knees in front of Ohno’s spread legs, fingers wrapped around the base of Ohno’s cock while his mouth is otherwise occupied, alternating between licking the slick tip and sucking the entire head while moaning, but as it is, there’s just no helping it when Ohno is horny, and knowing that, in turn, makes Nino horny, too.
He’s not even sure what prompted this, just that somehow, they were lining up to go on standby, he and Sho talking idly about who the guest might be, when he felt a very familiar touch brushed across the back of his thighs before it was followed by a subtle bump that made him turn around against his better judgments.
He was then confronted with the sight of Ohno’s sly smile - Nino knows that look and what it all means - before Ohno did that subtle crotch bump that had Nino shivering despite himself. It happened two more times and Nino was certain it was intentional, as was the familiar hardness poking Nino in the back when Ohno shifted closer to make himself a generally welcome nuisance, despite the way Nino had planted an elbow to Ohno’s kidney in retaliation.
“Nino,” Ohno breathed, the sound was so low, so deliberately husky that the sound of it was enough to ignite the heat forming at the bottom of Nino’s spine. He tried to step forward but Ohno’s hand curling around the curve of his hip stopped him from doing so, Aiba thankfully stealing Sho’s attention away from him so he didn’t notice the way Ohno was insistently but subtly pushing his hips against Nino’s lower back, and effectively making Nino half-hard in the process.
“Jesus Christ, what’s wrong with you?” he hissed, not really meaning it, because then he was also subtly reaching down to cup Ohno through his stylist-issued pants, hidden from plain view by his own body pressed against Ohno’s, and trembling at the feel of Ohno’s rock-hard erection through the soft fabric.
“No idea.” Ohno said, licking his lips and staring Nino over.
To this moment, Nino wonders what he saw on Ohno’s face that made him decide to excuse himself, Ohno hot on his heels as they trekked the way back to the green room in haste, pulling Ohno behind the costume rack and sucking him there.
Ohno groans, a low sounding growl that goes to Nino’s dick as he sucks Ohno’s cock hard, hollowing his cheeks when Ohno’s fingers tighten marginally against their hold on Nino’s nape. He bobs his head and gets the same reaction, so he does it again, then pulls slowly away allowing Ohno’s cock to pop out in his mouth as he tongues the head.
“N-Nino, nggh, please.” Ohno whispers, eyes dark as his thumb slides across Nino’s lip gently; Nino smiles, emotion blossoming warm in his chest as he kisses Ohno’s fingertip softly. “Please. No time.” Ohno adds, then somehow he’s guiding Nino’s face with purpose, fingers on Nino’s jaw and urging Nino with a look that speaks volume.
He’s overwhelmed with affection at the sight of Ohno’s heavy-lidded, lust-laden gaze, opens his mouth to let Ohno’s cock in and close his eyes.
“Ahh, I’ll fuck your face, I’ll fuck your face.” Ohno wheezes, hands framing Nino’s face, hips jerking in shallow thrusts, and Nino just kneels there taking it all in, his left hand around himself and jerking himself off in time of Ohno’s movements.
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He’s being kissed softly when the door to the green room open, the sounds of shuffling feet prompting them to separate.
“Oh, they’re not here.” one of the lady ADs says, obviously talking to someone else. Nino frowns, then shakes his head when Ohno reaches for him again.“I’ll ask around, maybe someone saw where they went.” she adds, and the sound of the door opening and closing follows, and Nino allows himself to be kissed once again.
“Come on guys, everyone’s already looking for you. Wrap that up and let’s go.” Jun says, sounding like he knows they are there. He and Ohno give each other a look, gives Ohno one more peck to the lips before he pushes himself up on his feet and walks his way out from behind the rack to glare at Jun.
“You seriously needs to pipe it down a little, J, come on. I mean, you’re no fun!” he complains, though he could feel his own cheeks burn at the fact that they’ve been caught. Again. “And really, how did you even know we’re here?” he adds, though that’s not really a question per se; they all know Jun has eyes everywhere, though he so wishes Jun’s eyes hadn’t yet reached the wall behind the costume rack or they’re screwed.
He grins, watching Jun subtly averting his gaze when Ohno comes out after him, zipping up his pants.
“I swear I’m trying not to spoil your fun but someone has to. Obviously. Also, again? Didn’t we all agree about not doing this kind of stuff in the work place anymore? Right, Nino?”
“Tell that to Leader’s dick,” he says, jabbing a finger towards Ohno’s general direction. Might as well let Ohno in on the embarrassment he’s currently experiencing, since this is obviously the bastard’s fucking fault.
“Popping a hard-on in the middle of shoot is very immature, Oh-chan, tell him that, J.”
“I don’t want to hear that from the person who obviously spent most of the past few minutes taking care of the said hard-on! You want to talk about maturity, Ninomiya? Really?”
Nino rolls his eyes at Jun and simply grabs Ohno’s hand in his and tugs Ohno towards the direction of the door, leaving Jun massaging his temple behind them.
“Don’t bother. I’m not in the mood anymore. Maybe later. Let’s go, Leader.”
“Jesus Christ, Nino.”
(December Drabble Fest Day 12)
Rating : NC 17 / PWP
Pairing : Ohno/Nino, Gen Arashi Friendship
Summary : To this moment, Nino wonders what he saw on Ohno’s face that made him decide to excuse himself, Ohno hot on his heels as they trekked the way back to the green room in haste, pulling Ohno behind the costume rack and sucking him there.
Note : Well, I guess this has to be written and has to be added to the mix at some point, XD Blame/worship my Ohno's Nino. (Also, apologies to Matsumoto-san)
(December Drabble Fest Day 10)
Nino knows this isn’t the proper place nor the time for him to be doing this - going down on his knees in front of Ohno’s spread legs, fingers wrapped around the base of Ohno’s cock while his mouth is otherwise occupied, alternating between licking the slick tip and sucking the entire head while moaning, but as it is, there’s just no helping it when Ohno is horny, and knowing that, in turn, makes Nino horny, too.
He’s not even sure what prompted this, just that somehow, they were lining up to go on standby, he and Sho talking idly about who the guest might be, when he felt a very familiar touch brushed across the back of his thighs before it was followed by a subtle bump that made him turn around against his better judgments.
He was then confronted with the sight of Ohno’s sly smile - Nino knows that look and what it all means - before Ohno did that subtle crotch bump that had Nino shivering despite himself. It happened two more times and Nino was certain it was intentional, as was the familiar hardness poking Nino in the back when Ohno shifted closer to make himself a generally welcome nuisance, despite the way Nino had planted an elbow to Ohno’s kidney in retaliation.
“Nino,” Ohno breathed, the sound was so low, so deliberately husky that the sound of it was enough to ignite the heat forming at the bottom of Nino’s spine. He tried to step forward but Ohno’s hand curling around the curve of his hip stopped him from doing so, Aiba thankfully stealing Sho’s attention away from him so he didn’t notice the way Ohno was insistently but subtly pushing his hips against Nino’s lower back, and effectively making Nino half-hard in the process.
“Jesus Christ, what’s wrong with you?” he hissed, not really meaning it, because then he was also subtly reaching down to cup Ohno through his stylist-issued pants, hidden from plain view by his own body pressed against Ohno’s, and trembling at the feel of Ohno’s rock-hard erection through the soft fabric.
“No idea.” Ohno said, licking his lips and staring Nino over.
To this moment, Nino wonders what he saw on Ohno’s face that made him decide to excuse himself, Ohno hot on his heels as they trekked the way back to the green room in haste, pulling Ohno behind the costume rack and sucking him there.
Ohno groans, a low sounding growl that goes to Nino’s dick as he sucks Ohno’s cock hard, hollowing his cheeks when Ohno’s fingers tighten marginally against their hold on Nino’s nape. He bobs his head and gets the same reaction, so he does it again, then pulls slowly away allowing Ohno’s cock to pop out in his mouth as he tongues the head.
“N-Nino, nggh, please.” Ohno whispers, eyes dark as his thumb slides across Nino’s lip gently; Nino smiles, emotion blossoming warm in his chest as he kisses Ohno’s fingertip softly. “Please. No time.” Ohno adds, then somehow he’s guiding Nino’s face with purpose, fingers on Nino’s jaw and urging Nino with a look that speaks volume.
He’s overwhelmed with affection at the sight of Ohno’s heavy-lidded, lust-laden gaze, opens his mouth to let Ohno’s cock in and close his eyes.
“Ahh, I’ll fuck your face, I’ll fuck your face.” Ohno wheezes, hands framing Nino’s face, hips jerking in shallow thrusts, and Nino just kneels there taking it all in, his left hand around himself and jerking himself off in time of Ohno’s movements.
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He’s being kissed softly when the door to the green room open, the sounds of shuffling feet prompting them to separate.
“Oh, they’re not here.” one of the lady ADs says, obviously talking to someone else. Nino frowns, then shakes his head when Ohno reaches for him again.“I’ll ask around, maybe someone saw where they went.” she adds, and the sound of the door opening and closing follows, and Nino allows himself to be kissed once again.
“Come on guys, everyone’s already looking for you. Wrap that up and let’s go.” Jun says, sounding like he knows they are there. He and Ohno give each other a look, gives Ohno one more peck to the lips before he pushes himself up on his feet and walks his way out from behind the rack to glare at Jun.
“You seriously needs to pipe it down a little, J, come on. I mean, you’re no fun!” he complains, though he could feel his own cheeks burn at the fact that they’ve been caught. Again. “And really, how did you even know we’re here?” he adds, though that’s not really a question per se; they all know Jun has eyes everywhere, though he so wishes Jun’s eyes hadn’t yet reached the wall behind the costume rack or they’re screwed.
He grins, watching Jun subtly averting his gaze when Ohno comes out after him, zipping up his pants.
“I swear I’m trying not to spoil your fun but someone has to. Obviously. Also, again? Didn’t we all agree about not doing this kind of stuff in the work place anymore? Right, Nino?”
“Tell that to Leader’s dick,” he says, jabbing a finger towards Ohno’s general direction. Might as well let Ohno in on the embarrassment he’s currently experiencing, since this is obviously the bastard’s fucking fault.
“Popping a hard-on in the middle of shoot is very immature, Oh-chan, tell him that, J.”
“I don’t want to hear that from the person who obviously spent most of the past few minutes taking care of the said hard-on! You want to talk about maturity, Ninomiya? Really?”
Nino rolls his eyes at Jun and simply grabs Ohno’s hand in his and tugs Ohno towards the direction of the door, leaving Jun massaging his temple behind them.
“Don’t bother. I’m not in the mood anymore. Maybe later. Let’s go, Leader.”
“Jesus Christ, Nino.”
(December Drabble Fest Day 12)