[025] Kohaku to You, Too
Title: Kohaku to You, Too
Group: Arashi
Pairing/Genre: Matsumoto Jun/Ohno Satoshi; very nearly PWP
Rating/Warnings: NC-17; light bondage
Word Count: 1700
Summary: It's only later, when Ohno has him tied spread-eagle to the headboard, sitting up with his back hot against the cool wood, that Jun realizes perhaps he shouldn't have threatened his leader.
Notes: As part of my New Year's Resolution to write more for myself, I give you New Year's Juntoshi porn! \:D/ Inspired by the NYE Ficathon.
debrogliewave | greatfountain | katmillia | miss_jelly | psychoniji | ryogrande | sashjun | snoozing_kitten | tatoeba | yuumei_nata
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It's a company joke, perhaps more a lament, that Ohno Satoshi is a fucking tease. Behind the sleepy facade lies a diabolical master of seduction, a thought Jun himself had scoffed at once or twice before discovering exactly how fluid those hips are.
They're backstage at Kohaku, changing from one outfit to another, preparing for their satellite performance for Countdown when Jun finally snaps. He could just be imagining it (and probably is - call it wishful thinking), but Jun finds is completely unnecessary and more than a little unfair as Ohno bends down to pick up the pen he'd dropped for the fourth time in as many minutes. It certainly doesn't help that he's wearing nothing but his boxer briefs, clinging just right to his perfect ass. And it definitely doesn't help that Nino, little fucker that he is, molds himself to Ohno's back the last time, whispering something decidedly naughty in Ohno's ear, making the front of both their trousers jump in anticipation. Jun just scowls and turns away. He doesn't have time for their stupid little pranks and he knows Nino is just trying to work him up. Nino's still pissed Sho had gone home with Aiba after MSSL and is taking it out on everyone.
Jun's nearing his breaking point when he feels a slight pressure on his elbow and turns, eyes ablaze, to find Sho smiling softly at his side. Jun had long ago gotten over his schoolboy crush on Sho, but when it comes to people who can calm him down, Sho is at the top of the list. He lets his eyes slide closed, rearranges his features into something vaguely resembling a smile, and reopens them. Sho nods and they walk out, Aiba trailing along behind in his usual bouncy way and Nino and Ohno still practically making out on the couch behind them.
By the time the final two members catch up with Aiba, Sho and Jun, the latter has regained his composure, smiling broadly at everyone who walks by and remembering where he is, what this means for their careers, and more importantly, what this means for him. He can't let either of them get under his skin that way, he thinks. It's not fair to the group.
Ohno slides up behind Jun and wraps one arm around his narrow waist, pulling Jun fractionally closer. Jun feels his smile falter, just for a moment, before leaning comfortably into Ohno's embrace. He's not going to let Ohno win this battle of the wills. Jun is too strong for that.
"I'm going to fuck you until you scream later," comes the soft, breathy confession, just loud enough for Jun to hear. Every muscle in his body tenses at the threat - no, promise - from Ohno.
"I highly doubt that," Jun replies, just as quietly and still managing to maintain his composure. "If anything, it would be you screaming as I pound you mercilessly."
He sees Ohno raise an eyebrow out of the corner of one eye and Jun's smile grows even broader. Victory courses through his veins as Ohno releases his grip and moves to his place in line, fingers brushing the top of Jun's ass in promise. Jun smirks and moves toward the stage.
--
It's only later, when Ohno has him tied spread-eagle to the headboard, sitting up with his back hot against the cool wood, that Jun realizes perhaps he shouldn't have threatened his leader.
Jun's panting - equal parts exhilarated and frustrated as Ohno teases him to his peak and back down again. It's been four times already that Jun has nearly come, but Ohno eases him back down off the edge each time in the most beautiful, blissful torture he's ever experienced.
This is why Jun likes fucking Ohno. Partially for the hips, but more for the drawn-out sex sessions that seem to last for days. Ohno could go for hours, his stamina never wavering. It shocked Jun the first time that they'd slept together and Ohno was still hard long after Jun's orgasm had come and gone. He'd deep-throated Ohno for almost 20 minutes before his leader finally took pity on him and came in his mouth. That may have been the moment Jun fell a little in love with him.
For now, Ohno is playing one of his favorite games, circling the bed with a long, fluffy peacock feather in one hand, teasing Jun's sensitive skin with each pass. He's fisting himself with the other hand, enjoying the torture he's inflicting on an all-too-willing participant.
"You're such a slut, Jun-tan," he says in that quiet, unassuming voice of his. Jun can hear the fire behind it and it makes him moan again, loud and unbridled. He knows he's proving Ohno's point, but his cock is aching with need. Jun has found the best way to get what he wants is to give Ohno what he wants. Everyone wins in the ends.
Ohno trails the feather across the tacky tip of Jun's erection and lets it hover there for a moment, individual strands of feather ghosting across Jun's cock and making him jerk at the sensation.
"Please, Oh-chan," Jun whimpers.
"What was that?" Comes the reply, Ohno's eyes still focused on Jun's cock and the way the feather's picking up all the precome. Jun can see the contemplation in Ohno's eyes through his own lust-mad haze.
"Please," Jun gasps as Ohno leans down to lap at his slit. Jun throws his head back and groans loudly, hips trying to buck against the restraints keeping him in place against the bed. "Please fuck me already."
Ohno continues his oral exploration of Jun, licking broad stripes up the sides of his cock and suckling lightly on the head, peacock feather forgotten on the side of the bed. Jun thinks Aiba is the best at giving head in the group - his desire to please people wins out over common sense every time - but Ohno's no slouch, his head bobbing to a rhythm only he can hear. Jun can feel he's close again and prepares for the assault on his senses as every muscle tenses....only to be stopped again, just short of the goal. Jun sobs once as Ohno's long fingers circle the base of his cock, cutting off the impending orgasm.
"Please," Jun whispers. If he could be on his knees begging right now, he would be. There's fire in his veins, begging for Ohno to finally just let it end.
Jun's not entirely prepared for Ohno to acquiesce this time. Ohno's strong arms loop under Jun's thighs and pull him forward, sliding down the bed to lie Jun on his back, arms stretched above him and to each side, and Jun almost weeps in relief. It's time, he thinks. Ohno's sliding on the condom and slicking his fingers, circling the ring of muscles mere inches from Jun's orgasm when...he diverts, drags one lube-slick finger down Jun's thigh, following the path of his tongue. Jun really does weep this time, tears sliding out from behind his eyelids as Ohno worships his body, drawing his talented tongue across one nipple, then the other, down his arms to suckle on fingers, back to his navel, where Ohno stops to lick and lave, knowing it drives Jun nearly insane there.
Jun's panting a steady stream of pleads, his lips swollen and bruised by his own teeth. He nearly flies off the bed when Ohno slides two fingers inside him without preamble, stretching him quickly. The fire races through Jun's veins again, this time chased by the ice of discomfort that is quickly extinguished by Ohno's mouth on his cock again.
It doesn't take long for Ohno to decide Jun's ready, pulling off his cock with a satisified pop and hauling Jun's hips just fractionally forward for better access. Jun's fingers clench involuntarily as Ohno presses in, inch by burning inch. No matter how much preparation he has, it always burns. Jun likes the burn, though, and Ohno knows it. The bastard knows it and he uses it every time, pushing forward without pausing for Jun to adjust. Ohno sets up a steady rhythm, pulling almost all the way out and slamming back in, tip of his cock just brushing the spot inside Jun that makes his vision go white. Jun's whimpering, head tossing from side to side, when Ohno finally touches him again, pulling long strokes on his dick and twisting at the end, his movements in time with his thrusts.
Ohno's true to his word, making Jun scream as he comes, harder than he can remember in recent days. His voice is louder than it probably should be for this time of night, but the relief is palpable as he comes down off his high, Ohno still pumping his sensitive cock and thrusting hard into him. Jun's not surprised when Ohno pulls out and climbs up the bed, slipping off the condom and jerking off onto Jun's face. Jun leans forward as much as he can to help, tongue barely touching the head before Ohno's coming hard, moaning Jun's name loudly, his head thrown back and hand still pumping. Jun's lapping up as much as he can, catching some of Ohno's release on his chin, his chest.
By the time Ohno has finally come down from his high, Jun's lying serenely on the bed, still tied to all four posts, but not willing to move until told to do so. Jun smiles at Ohno's chuffing laugh, the one reminder that at the end of the day, he's still Ohno. Ohno's untying Jun slowly, rubbing feeling back into his fingers and toes when Jun hears the quiet, "I told you so" from his leader's lips. Jun tugs Ohno down for a proper kiss before pushing him off and heading for the shower on wobbly legs, squeaking a bit at the slap to his ass and grinning all the broader.
Happy New Year, indeed.
Group: Arashi
Pairing/Genre: Matsumoto Jun/Ohno Satoshi; very nearly PWP
Rating/Warnings: NC-17; light bondage
Word Count: 1700
Summary: It's only later, when Ohno has him tied spread-eagle to the headboard, sitting up with his back hot against the cool wood, that Jun realizes perhaps he shouldn't have threatened his leader.
Notes: As part of my New Year's Resolution to write more for myself, I give you New Year's Juntoshi porn! \:D/ Inspired by the NYE Ficathon.
debrogliewave | greatfountain | katmillia | miss_jelly | psychoniji | ryogrande | sashjun | snoozing_kitten | tatoeba | yuumei_nata
•••••
It's a company joke, perhaps more a lament, that Ohno Satoshi is a fucking tease. Behind the sleepy facade lies a diabolical master of seduction, a thought Jun himself had scoffed at once or twice before discovering exactly how fluid those hips are.
They're backstage at Kohaku, changing from one outfit to another, preparing for their satellite performance for Countdown when Jun finally snaps. He could just be imagining it (and probably is - call it wishful thinking), but Jun finds is completely unnecessary and more than a little unfair as Ohno bends down to pick up the pen he'd dropped for the fourth time in as many minutes. It certainly doesn't help that he's wearing nothing but his boxer briefs, clinging just right to his perfect ass. And it definitely doesn't help that Nino, little fucker that he is, molds himself to Ohno's back the last time, whispering something decidedly naughty in Ohno's ear, making the front of both their trousers jump in anticipation. Jun just scowls and turns away. He doesn't have time for their stupid little pranks and he knows Nino is just trying to work him up. Nino's still pissed Sho had gone home with Aiba after MSSL and is taking it out on everyone.
Jun's nearing his breaking point when he feels a slight pressure on his elbow and turns, eyes ablaze, to find Sho smiling softly at his side. Jun had long ago gotten over his schoolboy crush on Sho, but when it comes to people who can calm him down, Sho is at the top of the list. He lets his eyes slide closed, rearranges his features into something vaguely resembling a smile, and reopens them. Sho nods and they walk out, Aiba trailing along behind in his usual bouncy way and Nino and Ohno still practically making out on the couch behind them.
By the time the final two members catch up with Aiba, Sho and Jun, the latter has regained his composure, smiling broadly at everyone who walks by and remembering where he is, what this means for their careers, and more importantly, what this means for him. He can't let either of them get under his skin that way, he thinks. It's not fair to the group.
Ohno slides up behind Jun and wraps one arm around his narrow waist, pulling Jun fractionally closer. Jun feels his smile falter, just for a moment, before leaning comfortably into Ohno's embrace. He's not going to let Ohno win this battle of the wills. Jun is too strong for that.
"I'm going to fuck you until you scream later," comes the soft, breathy confession, just loud enough for Jun to hear. Every muscle in his body tenses at the threat - no, promise - from Ohno.
"I highly doubt that," Jun replies, just as quietly and still managing to maintain his composure. "If anything, it would be you screaming as I pound you mercilessly."
He sees Ohno raise an eyebrow out of the corner of one eye and Jun's smile grows even broader. Victory courses through his veins as Ohno releases his grip and moves to his place in line, fingers brushing the top of Jun's ass in promise. Jun smirks and moves toward the stage.
--
It's only later, when Ohno has him tied spread-eagle to the headboard, sitting up with his back hot against the cool wood, that Jun realizes perhaps he shouldn't have threatened his leader.
Jun's panting - equal parts exhilarated and frustrated as Ohno teases him to his peak and back down again. It's been four times already that Jun has nearly come, but Ohno eases him back down off the edge each time in the most beautiful, blissful torture he's ever experienced.
This is why Jun likes fucking Ohno. Partially for the hips, but more for the drawn-out sex sessions that seem to last for days. Ohno could go for hours, his stamina never wavering. It shocked Jun the first time that they'd slept together and Ohno was still hard long after Jun's orgasm had come and gone. He'd deep-throated Ohno for almost 20 minutes before his leader finally took pity on him and came in his mouth. That may have been the moment Jun fell a little in love with him.
For now, Ohno is playing one of his favorite games, circling the bed with a long, fluffy peacock feather in one hand, teasing Jun's sensitive skin with each pass. He's fisting himself with the other hand, enjoying the torture he's inflicting on an all-too-willing participant.
"You're such a slut, Jun-tan," he says in that quiet, unassuming voice of his. Jun can hear the fire behind it and it makes him moan again, loud and unbridled. He knows he's proving Ohno's point, but his cock is aching with need. Jun has found the best way to get what he wants is to give Ohno what he wants. Everyone wins in the ends.
Ohno trails the feather across the tacky tip of Jun's erection and lets it hover there for a moment, individual strands of feather ghosting across Jun's cock and making him jerk at the sensation.
"Please, Oh-chan," Jun whimpers.
"What was that?" Comes the reply, Ohno's eyes still focused on Jun's cock and the way the feather's picking up all the precome. Jun can see the contemplation in Ohno's eyes through his own lust-mad haze.
"Please," Jun gasps as Ohno leans down to lap at his slit. Jun throws his head back and groans loudly, hips trying to buck against the restraints keeping him in place against the bed. "Please fuck me already."
Ohno continues his oral exploration of Jun, licking broad stripes up the sides of his cock and suckling lightly on the head, peacock feather forgotten on the side of the bed. Jun thinks Aiba is the best at giving head in the group - his desire to please people wins out over common sense every time - but Ohno's no slouch, his head bobbing to a rhythm only he can hear. Jun can feel he's close again and prepares for the assault on his senses as every muscle tenses....only to be stopped again, just short of the goal. Jun sobs once as Ohno's long fingers circle the base of his cock, cutting off the impending orgasm.
"Please," Jun whispers. If he could be on his knees begging right now, he would be. There's fire in his veins, begging for Ohno to finally just let it end.
Jun's not entirely prepared for Ohno to acquiesce this time. Ohno's strong arms loop under Jun's thighs and pull him forward, sliding down the bed to lie Jun on his back, arms stretched above him and to each side, and Jun almost weeps in relief. It's time, he thinks. Ohno's sliding on the condom and slicking his fingers, circling the ring of muscles mere inches from Jun's orgasm when...he diverts, drags one lube-slick finger down Jun's thigh, following the path of his tongue. Jun really does weep this time, tears sliding out from behind his eyelids as Ohno worships his body, drawing his talented tongue across one nipple, then the other, down his arms to suckle on fingers, back to his navel, where Ohno stops to lick and lave, knowing it drives Jun nearly insane there.
Jun's panting a steady stream of pleads, his lips swollen and bruised by his own teeth. He nearly flies off the bed when Ohno slides two fingers inside him without preamble, stretching him quickly. The fire races through Jun's veins again, this time chased by the ice of discomfort that is quickly extinguished by Ohno's mouth on his cock again.
It doesn't take long for Ohno to decide Jun's ready, pulling off his cock with a satisified pop and hauling Jun's hips just fractionally forward for better access. Jun's fingers clench involuntarily as Ohno presses in, inch by burning inch. No matter how much preparation he has, it always burns. Jun likes the burn, though, and Ohno knows it. The bastard knows it and he uses it every time, pushing forward without pausing for Jun to adjust. Ohno sets up a steady rhythm, pulling almost all the way out and slamming back in, tip of his cock just brushing the spot inside Jun that makes his vision go white. Jun's whimpering, head tossing from side to side, when Ohno finally touches him again, pulling long strokes on his dick and twisting at the end, his movements in time with his thrusts.
Ohno's true to his word, making Jun scream as he comes, harder than he can remember in recent days. His voice is louder than it probably should be for this time of night, but the relief is palpable as he comes down off his high, Ohno still pumping his sensitive cock and thrusting hard into him. Jun's not surprised when Ohno pulls out and climbs up the bed, slipping off the condom and jerking off onto Jun's face. Jun leans forward as much as he can to help, tongue barely touching the head before Ohno's coming hard, moaning Jun's name loudly, his head thrown back and hand still pumping. Jun's lapping up as much as he can, catching some of Ohno's release on his chin, his chest.
By the time Ohno has finally come down from his high, Jun's lying serenely on the bed, still tied to all four posts, but not willing to move until told to do so. Jun smiles at Ohno's chuffing laugh, the one reminder that at the end of the day, he's still Ohno. Ohno's untying Jun slowly, rubbing feeling back into his fingers and toes when Jun hears the quiet, "I told you so" from his leader's lips. Jun tugs Ohno down for a proper kiss before pushing him off and heading for the shower on wobbly legs, squeaking a bit at the slap to his ass and grinning all the broader.
Happy New Year, indeed.