It's All In The Basics
Title: It's All In The Basics
Pairing: TONO (as Cam calls it)
Rating: Nc-17 (yatta! I missed you so much T___T)
Summary: Nino winds Toma up so much
Note: WrittenFor boblemon who has actually complimented my artwork and made me so deliriously happy now all I want to do is draw. I do realize if all I do is draw now everyone will come out to slay me and might hurt boblemon as well. So I won't draw but do something that the general public can enjoy! PORN!!!!!!! BANZAI
Nino is lying on Toma's bed on his stomach, legs swinging up and down into the air and gazing at his DS with utter concentration. Toma has his own script in hand but he’s somehow let it sag to his chest as he’s observing Nino.
This new DS playing position is a nice change really. The one, where he’s usually on his back forces his mouth open in a very uncharismatic way and sometimes he even drools. Not that Toma was particularly noticing Nino or anything.
The music suddenly stops but the screen is still blaring as Nino puts the console down and lay his head down into his hands looking back at Toma with a soft smile. Toma just notices Nino returning his gaze.
Toma is flustered for a second as he tries to hide his face behind his script and Nino chuckles his unearthly gasped out chuckle as he hides his face in the bed, one eye visible underneath his hands.
Finally Toma stops trying to pretend he isn’t staring and sits up only to drop onto his stomach so that his face is right beside Nino’s and he can clearly see into his dark eyes.
Nino’s stubby fingers settle on his face and he caresses lightly like an infant would when trying to familiarize with unknown territory, Toma widens his smile just a little more aware of how mesmerizing it can get and brings up his hands to settle on Nino’s waist.
Nino’s face eventually shies out of his hiding place and Toma can see his soft expression, wonders what the heck he’s doing holding Nino like this while still sober and not under porn influence. Arashi has a way of getting people to gratify their sexual desires with a little careful and strategic viewing of porn.
But today, there was nothing other than Nino himself that drew Toma to him.
What was it?
Nino smells nice and Toma inches his face a little closer to his head to takes in the scent of his shampoo and Nino giggles again, the sound erupting in little reverberations through their bodies now pressed together.
Nino tilts his head and Toma’s lips are suddenly, opportunely near Nino’s pale neck and he takes the plunge.
Once his lips connect to Nino’s soft skin, he’s instantly addicted and he raises up on one elbow dips his head and takes a taste and another, sifting his fingers through Nino’s soft hair to keep his head planted against the bed as he’s fixated his attention on Nino’s collarbones.
Easy submission; Toma thinks it’s time to push his luck a little further a he swings one leg over Nino’s waist ad pins the shorter man’s hands on his side, kisses his nose cheeks, lips, neck, trailing down over his shirt in tiny pecks.
Nino squirms obviously up for more contact and Toma’s hand closes around the hem of his T-shirt and pulls it up and over Nino’s head who only grunts at the careless way Toma jerks his head.
Toma leans closer flattens his palms against Nino’s torso and slides it all over his bare skin; his sides, shoulders, chest and teasing his nipples with light brushes as Toma’s keeping his face just within Nino’s reach but not quite touching.
Nino whimpers and arches up, Toma teasing him by not allowing anything more than short, chaste kisses. Nino frowns but it’s turned into a pleasured grimace once Toma grinds his ass against Nino’s crotch and the latter bites back a moan, tugging Toma’s shirt roughly off of him and grabbing his neck to crash their mouths with a passion that he’s been craving all this time.
Toma gives in, lets his full weight crush Nino’s underneath and the feel of their sleek bare skin pressed together bursts fire in their chests as Toma shifts in their embrace to settle with one leg between Nino’s, knee pressed into his crotch and Nino’s legs come to wrap around his thigh, hips arching up into Toma’s not nearly enough touch.
Nino gasps Toma’s name once Toma pushes his knee almost painfully against his hard on and Toma himself is winded up by the nasal sound wondering how he could ever think it annoying because the whispered, “Oh Toma...Tomaaa” he moaned out was the most beautiful thing he’s ever hard.
“More!” Nino gasps into his ear.
But Toma’s a little far gone to listen. Nino’s skin, voice, lips, smell crowd him and leaves him breathless, the rough, hasty friction of their jeans and fuck he’s feeling like a teenager like this.
It’s been too long since he’s been laid.
He wraps his arms around Nino so tightly that the other is lifted a little from the bed, the latter’s hands trapped wounded across his neck as their mouths slide sloppily against each other, tongues lashing in all directions. It’s dirty and wet and a form sexual gratification completely below his and what he believes is Nino’s standards.
But damn this is STILL fucking great and as he aligns their hips, grabs Nino’s ass roughly and pulls his hips flush against him. The friction intensifies and Nino’s moaning shamelessly yet trying to stop him while Toma almost brutally pushes against him.
It’s been almost five years that he had lost his ability to come like this but he couldn't let go of Nino. The thought of detaching their upper bodies to get lube or condoms filled him with dread and he bites into Nino’s skin, pinches his nipples, closes his mouth around a hard nub sucks noisily and Nino’s grip around him slackens as he arches against with a low moan and falls back down onto the bed with a dull thud and barely controlled pants.
Toma comes when Nino’s hips press against his painfully hard like he’s trying to somehow fuse into him as he himself is coming.
He manages to roll over beside Nino the crawling need for the other’s body against him finally subsiding.
“Damn Toma, You were supposed to fuck me!”
Nino his face in his hands, overcome with embarrassment, “I dry humped. SHIT! I DRY-HUMPED!”
“I know. Can’t believe I actually enjoyed something so elementary.”
“Enjoy? ENJOY? Toma everyone’ll tease when they know.” Nino seemed almost about to cry.
“So what?” Toma blew into his hair, “They’ll know how amazing I am in bed to make Ninomiya come without touching him.”
Nino groaned looking just about ready to go into another bout of complaints when Toma’s hands came to rest around his waist, “I’ll fuck you, just give me a minute!”
“Atta boy!” Nino beamed, turned around to face Toma and counted to sixty before jumping him.
**It's not my best. I'm sorry I couldn't dedicate something sexier for you T_______T or something that's even remotely sexy but it has a naked Nino who is upset so....maybe you liked it?
Pairing: TONO (as Cam calls it)
Rating: Nc-17 (yatta! I missed you so much T___T)
Summary: Nino winds Toma up so much
Note: WrittenFor boblemon who has actually complimented my artwork and made me so deliriously happy now all I want to do is draw. I do realize if all I do is draw now everyone will come out to slay me and might hurt boblemon as well. So I won't draw but do something that the general public can enjoy! PORN!!!!!!! BANZAI
Nino is lying on Toma's bed on his stomach, legs swinging up and down into the air and gazing at his DS with utter concentration. Toma has his own script in hand but he’s somehow let it sag to his chest as he’s observing Nino.
This new DS playing position is a nice change really. The one, where he’s usually on his back forces his mouth open in a very uncharismatic way and sometimes he even drools. Not that Toma was particularly noticing Nino or anything.
The music suddenly stops but the screen is still blaring as Nino puts the console down and lay his head down into his hands looking back at Toma with a soft smile. Toma just notices Nino returning his gaze.
Toma is flustered for a second as he tries to hide his face behind his script and Nino chuckles his unearthly gasped out chuckle as he hides his face in the bed, one eye visible underneath his hands.
Finally Toma stops trying to pretend he isn’t staring and sits up only to drop onto his stomach so that his face is right beside Nino’s and he can clearly see into his dark eyes.
Nino’s stubby fingers settle on his face and he caresses lightly like an infant would when trying to familiarize with unknown territory, Toma widens his smile just a little more aware of how mesmerizing it can get and brings up his hands to settle on Nino’s waist.
Nino’s face eventually shies out of his hiding place and Toma can see his soft expression, wonders what the heck he’s doing holding Nino like this while still sober and not under porn influence. Arashi has a way of getting people to gratify their sexual desires with a little careful and strategic viewing of porn.
But today, there was nothing other than Nino himself that drew Toma to him.
What was it?
Nino smells nice and Toma inches his face a little closer to his head to takes in the scent of his shampoo and Nino giggles again, the sound erupting in little reverberations through their bodies now pressed together.
Nino tilts his head and Toma’s lips are suddenly, opportunely near Nino’s pale neck and he takes the plunge.
Once his lips connect to Nino’s soft skin, he’s instantly addicted and he raises up on one elbow dips his head and takes a taste and another, sifting his fingers through Nino’s soft hair to keep his head planted against the bed as he’s fixated his attention on Nino’s collarbones.
Easy submission; Toma thinks it’s time to push his luck a little further a he swings one leg over Nino’s waist ad pins the shorter man’s hands on his side, kisses his nose cheeks, lips, neck, trailing down over his shirt in tiny pecks.
Nino squirms obviously up for more contact and Toma’s hand closes around the hem of his T-shirt and pulls it up and over Nino’s head who only grunts at the careless way Toma jerks his head.
Toma leans closer flattens his palms against Nino’s torso and slides it all over his bare skin; his sides, shoulders, chest and teasing his nipples with light brushes as Toma’s keeping his face just within Nino’s reach but not quite touching.
Nino whimpers and arches up, Toma teasing him by not allowing anything more than short, chaste kisses. Nino frowns but it’s turned into a pleasured grimace once Toma grinds his ass against Nino’s crotch and the latter bites back a moan, tugging Toma’s shirt roughly off of him and grabbing his neck to crash their mouths with a passion that he’s been craving all this time.
Toma gives in, lets his full weight crush Nino’s underneath and the feel of their sleek bare skin pressed together bursts fire in their chests as Toma shifts in their embrace to settle with one leg between Nino’s, knee pressed into his crotch and Nino’s legs come to wrap around his thigh, hips arching up into Toma’s not nearly enough touch.
Nino gasps Toma’s name once Toma pushes his knee almost painfully against his hard on and Toma himself is winded up by the nasal sound wondering how he could ever think it annoying because the whispered, “Oh Toma...Tomaaa” he moaned out was the most beautiful thing he’s ever hard.
“More!” Nino gasps into his ear.
But Toma’s a little far gone to listen. Nino’s skin, voice, lips, smell crowd him and leaves him breathless, the rough, hasty friction of their jeans and fuck he’s feeling like a teenager like this.
It’s been too long since he’s been laid.
He wraps his arms around Nino so tightly that the other is lifted a little from the bed, the latter’s hands trapped wounded across his neck as their mouths slide sloppily against each other, tongues lashing in all directions. It’s dirty and wet and a form sexual gratification completely below his and what he believes is Nino’s standards.
But damn this is STILL fucking great and as he aligns their hips, grabs Nino’s ass roughly and pulls his hips flush against him. The friction intensifies and Nino’s moaning shamelessly yet trying to stop him while Toma almost brutally pushes against him.
It’s been almost five years that he had lost his ability to come like this but he couldn't let go of Nino. The thought of detaching their upper bodies to get lube or condoms filled him with dread and he bites into Nino’s skin, pinches his nipples, closes his mouth around a hard nub sucks noisily and Nino’s grip around him slackens as he arches against with a low moan and falls back down onto the bed with a dull thud and barely controlled pants.
Toma comes when Nino’s hips press against his painfully hard like he’s trying to somehow fuse into him as he himself is coming.
He manages to roll over beside Nino the crawling need for the other’s body against him finally subsiding.
“Damn Toma, You were supposed to fuck me!”
Nino his face in his hands, overcome with embarrassment, “I dry humped. SHIT! I DRY-HUMPED!”
“I know. Can’t believe I actually enjoyed something so elementary.”
“Enjoy? ENJOY? Toma everyone’ll tease when they know.” Nino seemed almost about to cry.
“So what?” Toma blew into his hair, “They’ll know how amazing I am in bed to make Ninomiya come without touching him.”
Nino groaned looking just about ready to go into another bout of complaints when Toma’s hands came to rest around his waist, “I’ll fuck you, just give me a minute!”
“Atta boy!” Nino beamed, turned around to face Toma and counted to sixty before jumping him.
**It's not my best. I'm sorry I couldn't dedicate something sexier for you T_______T or something that's even remotely sexy but it has a naked Nino who is upset so....maybe you liked it?