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Title: Birthday Shots
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Matsuohmiya
Prompt: Foodplay! Fruit and wine. Body shots?
Word Count: 2681
Notes: I haven't forgotten about the requests - I just should have known better than to think I'd be able to do 25 in a month XD;; Really sorry about that! orz So here we have some belated birthday porn. Hope you enjoy it!
Jun found, no matter how hard he thought about it, that he couldn’t exactly be sure how things had progressed to this. Because whatever Jun had been expecting when Ohno and Nino showed up at his door step with a bottle of what looked like decent Cabernet, a bag of what looked light decent, ripe fruit, and matching smiles, this hadn’t exactly been it.
He’d been careful to keep his drinking politely social, so he certainly wasn’t drunk. He’d been careful not to make any innuendo-laden or even could-be-considered-innuendo-laden statements, nor rise to any of the bait laid out for him - a feat in and of itself, which he was quite proud of. So there was no reason that he should have been blindfolded and tied down to his headboard.
He told himself it was just the sheer unexpectedness of it all.
“Neeeeee,” Nino drawled, “I think Jun’s getting lonely, Oh-chan.”
“Jun’s wondering what the hell is going on,” the youngest growled.
“We’re tying you down,” Ohno said happily, “For your birthday!”
Jun strained against the ties, turning his head to either side, trying to pin-point where Ohno and Nino were. “Who said I wanted to be tied up?”
“Nobody,” Nino answered brightly, his voice just shy of Jun’s right ear, his breath warm and tickling the shell of it. Jun tried not to shiver. “We came up with that on our own.”
“And you thought this would be something I’d thank you for?”
There was a pause that meant Ohno and Nino were conferring silently. Jun hated their ability to have entire conversations in complete silence when he on a good day could maybe get a single simple sentence.
“... We can let you go,” Ohno’s voice offered.
The bed dipped to Jun’s left, but the weight stayed at the edge. Nino’s breath moved away from his ear. The youngest rolled his eyes behind the blindfold. “After all the work it took to get me here? You’d never let me stop hearing about it.”
“It didn’t take us that much work,” Nino said, his voice was warm with amusement.
Jun’s muscles tensed under warm hands pushing up his shirt. They were too small to be Ohno’s hands, he decided. A callous slid over a patch of skin on Jun’s ribs that had always been more sensitive to touch. He shivered. Definitely Nino’s hands.
“You were surprisingly compliant,” Ohno agreed mildly.
The weight to Jun’s left shifted closer and then what Jun assumed was Ohno’s hand was tugging on his belt, working it open. The buckle fell to the side with a soft clatter that sounded louder in Jun’s ears than it should have.
“Arch your hips.”
If it had been Nino requesting, or anyone who wasn’t Ohno, Jun would have balked and refused on principle. As it was, he lifted his hips obediently and allowed their leader to pull his pants and boxers down. Jun found he didn’t really care where they went, or how neatly folded they were.
“You’d still never let me stop hearing about it, just to be annoying,” he said, proud that his voice remained steady. “And you’d probably talk about it most in interviews.”
“Fans want to know these things,” Nino said airily.
His hand left Jun’s skin and a second later there was a faint clink of something against Jun’s bedside table - the younger man moved his head towards the sound even though he couldn’t see it, licking his lips to wet them. There was a faint pop, and a second later Jun was arching off the mattress, hissing at something very wet and very chilly running over his nipples and down his sides.
“We couldn’t let the wine go to waste,” Ohno said reasonably, “Nino would throw a fit.”
“I would not,” the younger man huffed. “Most of it’s going to waste like this, anyway.”
“Mmm,” - Jun could imagine Ohno nodding agreeably - “But it’ll taste good like this.”
“That it will. Which is why I’ll let it slide.”
Jun gasped sharply as a tongue touched his nipple, lapping as if testing it for flavor. It had to be Nino, he decided, thrashing his head. Nino was a little shit more often than not, but he was surprisingly gentle in bed, and knew instinctively when to keep teasing to heighten anticipation and when to come through on his promises.
Ohno’s long fingers trailed down his chest, moving around Nino’s mouth, working towards his abdomen, teasing the defined muscles. Jun arched off the bed and into the soft pads. Ohno smiled. Nino moved from Jun’s nipple to his mouth, kissing him softly, with just enough pressure behind it to take the younger man’s upper lip between his.
Jun parted his lips and ran his tongue demandingly over Nino’s, forcing his way into the older man’s mouth. Nino accepted the younger man’s tongue readily, caressing with his own, teasing his way forward until his tongue was in Jun’s mouth instead.
As they kissed, another trail of chilled wine began its way down Jun’s body, from his clavicle to his belly button, and the youngest moaned loudly into Nino’s mouth. A new tongue licked the wine away from his body, distinctly different from Nino’s - where Nino teased almost without meaning too, Ohno’s tongue was direct and purposeful. If Ohno’s tongue deviated from its course it was because he’d found a spot that provoked a reaction that needed cataloging; once the reaction was catalogued, further actions would be taken accordingly.
Nino pulled away from Jun’s mouth, their lips brushing once more before he left them entirely to kiss his way down Jun’s chin and neck, lapping away left over wine. “Ne... what do you want, Juntan?” he asked against the younger man’s skin, scraping his teeth over the beating pulse point and feeling it quicken beneath his lips. “What can we give you?”
“Untie me,” Jun growled immediately, his voice low and rough, “Let me touch.”
“But I don’t think Ohno wants to be touched. He’s having too much fun touching.” Nino giggled softly.
As if to punctuate his words, Ohno’s fingers dipped down and stroked Jun’s balls, cupping them gently. The youngest snapped his hips up with a cry. Warmth covered his body - something slim and solid pushed him back to the mattress and pinned him there.
“Nino -” Jun gasped, not quite whining.
Above him, the older man gasped softly, but not in response to Jun. His body went tight around Jun and the youngest licked his lips, hungry with anticipation. That sort of tensing in Nino, he hoped, only meant one thing.
“I’m stretching him,” Ohno remarked, his voice calm and unshaken. “You should see him, Jun. He’s flushed, right up to his ears. His head’s thrown back - his neck looks so slender and inviting. His lips are shiny and swollen - he keeps biting when I do this - ”
There was a soft mewl of pleasure and then Nino whined, high pitched and needy. His hips wiggled over Jun’s, and the younger man barely could restrain the groan pulled from his throat as their erections touched. When Ohno spite again, he could hear the smile in Ohno’s voice.
“Even though I’m stretching him, what should I do with him, Jun? It’s your birthday. Tell me.”
“L - leave him. I want - you take me - just untie me.”
“Leave him?” Nino choked, not quite whimpering incredulously, and even Ohno had stilled in surprise. (Not that Jun could see it, or knew what a surprised stillness looked like, but Ohno had stilled at Jun’s words and wasn’t saying anything). “Jun ... really?”
“Yes,” Jun growled, “Ohno, leave him.”
He waited until the weight that was Ohno had shifted slowly back towards the edge of the bed. Nino would take a second longer to determine if Jun was really demanding that he not participate, Jun knew, before he actually moved to get off. Jun was counting on that.
The moment Ohno was far enough away and Nino still on top of him, Jun bucked hard and twisted to the side. Surprised, Nino automatically reached out to cling to the younger man’s body, finding himself flat on his back and pinned to the mattress.
“That’s why you tie the hands apart when you don’t want the tie-ee to move,” Jun said, grinning like a shark. He dropped his head down, seeking Nino’s lips, finding them slack under his own after a moment of kissing his way up Nino’s chin. He nipped hard, tugging the bottom lip between his teeth and sucking. “I’m taking you.”
Ohno felt himself grow harder than he had been as he watched the two younger men kiss each other hungrily; he licked his lips and left them parted without meaning to. His hand reached out of its own accord, gliding the tips of his nails down Jun’s back. The younger man arched against Nino, pressing the slight man into the mattress, breaking the kiss to whimper.
Nino’s leg came up and hooked around Jun’s waist and his arms wrapped around Jun’s shoulders, tearing the blindfold off him before resting, splayed across the warm skin. He met Ohno’s eyes briefly, smiling. Then he brought his lips back to Jun’s as he wiggled about underneath the taller man. From the moan that their kiss muffled, Ohno knew Nino had pressed Jun’s erection between his thighs. The older man reached down, and took hold of Jun’s cock, slicking it with the remaining lube on his hand. He placed his other hand on Jun’s hip, holding the younger man steady.
Jun moved forward and Nino’s eyes fluttered closed, his head falling back, a strangled noise escaping the back of his throat. The taller man dropped his head to the crook of Nino’s neck, panting softly as he forced himself to still. Then he looked up and over his shoulder at Ohno, grinning.
“Are you just going to watch?”
Ohno swallowed. “As if.”
Before he could stop himself he’d leaned forward and grabbed the back of Jun’s head, tangling his fingers in the youngest’s hair, bringing their lips together roughly and hungrily. Jun tensed under his body, but not from displeasure: the soft whimper he made meant that Nino was nipping at his neck.
Ohno smiled into the kiss, reaching for the lubricant, fumbling until his fingers were slick again. He pressed one steadily into Jun, swirling it around, drawing it out to the tip and sliding it back in slowly. The younger man jerked back, whining and Ohno pressed a second finger in, scissoring languidly. Jun broke the kiss, dropping his forehead onto Nino’s shoulder, his torso expanding and contracting with each panted breath.
“Ohno - fuck - fast-er ...” Jun gasped.
“But you look good like this,” the older man said, vaguely petulant. He pressed his fingers apart inside of Jun slowly, waiting patiently until the younger man relaxed around him and pressing them wider. “I like to see Jun-kun like this, writhing and trying to stay in control while giving it all up. It’s a good look on him.”
Jun moaned. “I don’t think you’ll like the homicidal Jun that you’re going to get if you don’t hurry up.”
Ohno pouted, curling his fingers up inside of Jun and pressing in deeply. “Even if I do this?”
The younger man gave a sharp cry, his whole body jerking, snapping his hips into Nino’s, which made the slight man writhe and whimper. Nino’s head fell back heavily against the pillow and his lips were parted and shiny as he panted through them.
“Oh-chan ...” Nino murmured softly, reaching out blindly and gripping Ohno’s free wrist.
Ohno licked his lips, pulling his fingers out of Jun suddenly and slicking himself. He got to his knees behind Jun and pressed forward, lapping sweat away from the nape of the youngest’s neck in an attempt to keep from groaning too loudly at the enveloping warmth. His fingers threaded with Nino’s of their own accord. Jun pushed back against Ohno demandingly, nearly taking himself completely out of Nino.
It took them a moment to find their rhythm, but Jun and Ohno had always moved easily together. Ohno was a strong leader - he was easy to follow in part because there was something inherent about him that made you simply want to follow him. Nino keened almost at the same time as Jun did, a snap from Ohno’s hips reverberating through Jun and into the slighter man.
Nino busied his mouth with Jun’s skin, pressing kisses up and down the younger man’s neck even as he held tightly to Ohno’s hand. His other hand stayed firmly wrapped around Jun’s waist, giving him the leverage he needed to move his hips against Jun’s. The younger man strained against his bonds hard enough to shake the bed, wanting to touch Nino. Ohno nipped the nape of Jun’s neck reprovingly and reached around Jun’s waist, taking a firm hold of the slight man’s cock and stroking.
Nino jerked, tensing around Jun and biting down on the younger man’s collar bone. Jun moaned, his hips moving faster, tensing around Ohno in turn. Ohno adjusted to the change of pace accordingly, kissing at the back of Jun’s neck as Nino kissed the front. None of them would be holding on much longer.
Determined that he wasn’t going to be the first to be done, Nino tightened around Jun and sunk his teeth into the curve of Jun’s neck, sucking gently. Above him, the younger man moaned loudly, panting against Nino’s ear, and Ohno sucked in a harsh breath, biting down hard on his bottom lip to keep from falling over the edge. Nino grinned against Jun’s skin, sucking harder, and Jun slammed into him with a gasp.
Ohno twisted his wrist around Nino in retaliation, watching the younger man’s eyes close and drinking in the needy moan that escaped. Jun’s thrusts became suddenly jerky, and he managed only a few more slides before he was lost to his orgasm, his body contracting around Ohno. The oldest moved his hand faster around Nino, snapping his wrist sharply at the end of each pull, and Nino came with a whimper of release - Jun cried out softly as his sensitized cock was buried in spasms and tensed tightly around Ohno. The oldest followed Nino a beat later, kissing the nape of the youngest’s neck softly, barely holding in a stuttering moan.
They paused, each panting softly, none willing to let go immediately. Nino had promptly reached up to undo the bindings on Jun’s wrists, taking them carefully in hand and massaging away the soreness. Jun pressed an appreciative kiss to Nino’s jaw. Ohno watched them fondly, pulling out of Jun slowly and with a soft noise - pulling out was always strange.
He reached for the bedside table, grabbing for the damp washcloth he’d left there earlier (common practice when Nino was one of the people involved in bed: the slight man was the definition of a cuddler after sex, which at first had thrown each one of them for a loop considering his penchant for being brash and sarcastic). Nino was already snuggled with his head on Jun’s shoulder and the youngest was trying very hard to look annoyed by the time Ohno finished cleaning himself and started to work on them. Nino made soft, happy noises as Ohno trailed the cloth over his stomach, pressing into Ohno’s hand.
Jun took the cloth from Ohno when Nino was cleaned. “I’ll get myself.”
Ohno pouted vaguely. “Okay.”
He laid down next to Nino, butting his head against the younger man’s free shoulder until Nino deigned to raise his arm and thread his fingers through Ohno’s hair. Ohno sighed out contently, closing his eyes. Jun’s arm came and wrapped around his waist not long after, finger tips trailing lightly over the small of his back.
“Next time we do it without using the expensive wine,” Nino said after a moment of silence.
“Next time I’ll do it without you if you ruin the moment,” Jun replied.
“Don’t be mean, Mattsun,” Ohno yawned. “And you be quiet, Nino.”
Two soft giggles answered him.
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Matsuohmiya
Prompt: Foodplay! Fruit and wine. Body shots?
Word Count: 2681
Notes: I haven't forgotten about the requests - I just should have known better than to think I'd be able to do 25 in a month XD;; Really sorry about that! orz So here we have some belated birthday porn. Hope you enjoy it!
Jun found, no matter how hard he thought about it, that he couldn’t exactly be sure how things had progressed to this. Because whatever Jun had been expecting when Ohno and Nino showed up at his door step with a bottle of what looked like decent Cabernet, a bag of what looked light decent, ripe fruit, and matching smiles, this hadn’t exactly been it.
He’d been careful to keep his drinking politely social, so he certainly wasn’t drunk. He’d been careful not to make any innuendo-laden or even could-be-considered-innuendo-laden statements, nor rise to any of the bait laid out for him - a feat in and of itself, which he was quite proud of. So there was no reason that he should have been blindfolded and tied down to his headboard.
He told himself it was just the sheer unexpectedness of it all.
“Neeeeee,” Nino drawled, “I think Jun’s getting lonely, Oh-chan.”
“Jun’s wondering what the hell is going on,” the youngest growled.
“We’re tying you down,” Ohno said happily, “For your birthday!”
Jun strained against the ties, turning his head to either side, trying to pin-point where Ohno and Nino were. “Who said I wanted to be tied up?”
“Nobody,” Nino answered brightly, his voice just shy of Jun’s right ear, his breath warm and tickling the shell of it. Jun tried not to shiver. “We came up with that on our own.”
“And you thought this would be something I’d thank you for?”
There was a pause that meant Ohno and Nino were conferring silently. Jun hated their ability to have entire conversations in complete silence when he on a good day could maybe get a single simple sentence.
“... We can let you go,” Ohno’s voice offered.
The bed dipped to Jun’s left, but the weight stayed at the edge. Nino’s breath moved away from his ear. The youngest rolled his eyes behind the blindfold. “After all the work it took to get me here? You’d never let me stop hearing about it.”
“It didn’t take us that much work,” Nino said, his voice was warm with amusement.
Jun’s muscles tensed under warm hands pushing up his shirt. They were too small to be Ohno’s hands, he decided. A callous slid over a patch of skin on Jun’s ribs that had always been more sensitive to touch. He shivered. Definitely Nino’s hands.
“You were surprisingly compliant,” Ohno agreed mildly.
The weight to Jun’s left shifted closer and then what Jun assumed was Ohno’s hand was tugging on his belt, working it open. The buckle fell to the side with a soft clatter that sounded louder in Jun’s ears than it should have.
“Arch your hips.”
If it had been Nino requesting, or anyone who wasn’t Ohno, Jun would have balked and refused on principle. As it was, he lifted his hips obediently and allowed their leader to pull his pants and boxers down. Jun found he didn’t really care where they went, or how neatly folded they were.
“You’d still never let me stop hearing about it, just to be annoying,” he said, proud that his voice remained steady. “And you’d probably talk about it most in interviews.”
“Fans want to know these things,” Nino said airily.
His hand left Jun’s skin and a second later there was a faint clink of something against Jun’s bedside table - the younger man moved his head towards the sound even though he couldn’t see it, licking his lips to wet them. There was a faint pop, and a second later Jun was arching off the mattress, hissing at something very wet and very chilly running over his nipples and down his sides.
“We couldn’t let the wine go to waste,” Ohno said reasonably, “Nino would throw a fit.”
“I would not,” the younger man huffed. “Most of it’s going to waste like this, anyway.”
“Mmm,” - Jun could imagine Ohno nodding agreeably - “But it’ll taste good like this.”
“That it will. Which is why I’ll let it slide.”
Jun gasped sharply as a tongue touched his nipple, lapping as if testing it for flavor. It had to be Nino, he decided, thrashing his head. Nino was a little shit more often than not, but he was surprisingly gentle in bed, and knew instinctively when to keep teasing to heighten anticipation and when to come through on his promises.
Ohno’s long fingers trailed down his chest, moving around Nino’s mouth, working towards his abdomen, teasing the defined muscles. Jun arched off the bed and into the soft pads. Ohno smiled. Nino moved from Jun’s nipple to his mouth, kissing him softly, with just enough pressure behind it to take the younger man’s upper lip between his.
Jun parted his lips and ran his tongue demandingly over Nino’s, forcing his way into the older man’s mouth. Nino accepted the younger man’s tongue readily, caressing with his own, teasing his way forward until his tongue was in Jun’s mouth instead.
As they kissed, another trail of chilled wine began its way down Jun’s body, from his clavicle to his belly button, and the youngest moaned loudly into Nino’s mouth. A new tongue licked the wine away from his body, distinctly different from Nino’s - where Nino teased almost without meaning too, Ohno’s tongue was direct and purposeful. If Ohno’s tongue deviated from its course it was because he’d found a spot that provoked a reaction that needed cataloging; once the reaction was catalogued, further actions would be taken accordingly.
Nino pulled away from Jun’s mouth, their lips brushing once more before he left them entirely to kiss his way down Jun’s chin and neck, lapping away left over wine. “Ne... what do you want, Juntan?” he asked against the younger man’s skin, scraping his teeth over the beating pulse point and feeling it quicken beneath his lips. “What can we give you?”
“Untie me,” Jun growled immediately, his voice low and rough, “Let me touch.”
“But I don’t think Ohno wants to be touched. He’s having too much fun touching.” Nino giggled softly.
As if to punctuate his words, Ohno’s fingers dipped down and stroked Jun’s balls, cupping them gently. The youngest snapped his hips up with a cry. Warmth covered his body - something slim and solid pushed him back to the mattress and pinned him there.
“Nino -” Jun gasped, not quite whining.
Above him, the older man gasped softly, but not in response to Jun. His body went tight around Jun and the youngest licked his lips, hungry with anticipation. That sort of tensing in Nino, he hoped, only meant one thing.
“I’m stretching him,” Ohno remarked, his voice calm and unshaken. “You should see him, Jun. He’s flushed, right up to his ears. His head’s thrown back - his neck looks so slender and inviting. His lips are shiny and swollen - he keeps biting when I do this - ”
There was a soft mewl of pleasure and then Nino whined, high pitched and needy. His hips wiggled over Jun’s, and the younger man barely could restrain the groan pulled from his throat as their erections touched. When Ohno spite again, he could hear the smile in Ohno’s voice.
“Even though I’m stretching him, what should I do with him, Jun? It’s your birthday. Tell me.”
“L - leave him. I want - you take me - just untie me.”
“Leave him?” Nino choked, not quite whimpering incredulously, and even Ohno had stilled in surprise. (Not that Jun could see it, or knew what a surprised stillness looked like, but Ohno had stilled at Jun’s words and wasn’t saying anything). “Jun ... really?”
“Yes,” Jun growled, “Ohno, leave him.”
He waited until the weight that was Ohno had shifted slowly back towards the edge of the bed. Nino would take a second longer to determine if Jun was really demanding that he not participate, Jun knew, before he actually moved to get off. Jun was counting on that.
The moment Ohno was far enough away and Nino still on top of him, Jun bucked hard and twisted to the side. Surprised, Nino automatically reached out to cling to the younger man’s body, finding himself flat on his back and pinned to the mattress.
“That’s why you tie the hands apart when you don’t want the tie-ee to move,” Jun said, grinning like a shark. He dropped his head down, seeking Nino’s lips, finding them slack under his own after a moment of kissing his way up Nino’s chin. He nipped hard, tugging the bottom lip between his teeth and sucking. “I’m taking you.”
Ohno felt himself grow harder than he had been as he watched the two younger men kiss each other hungrily; he licked his lips and left them parted without meaning to. His hand reached out of its own accord, gliding the tips of his nails down Jun’s back. The younger man arched against Nino, pressing the slight man into the mattress, breaking the kiss to whimper.
Nino’s leg came up and hooked around Jun’s waist and his arms wrapped around Jun’s shoulders, tearing the blindfold off him before resting, splayed across the warm skin. He met Ohno’s eyes briefly, smiling. Then he brought his lips back to Jun’s as he wiggled about underneath the taller man. From the moan that their kiss muffled, Ohno knew Nino had pressed Jun’s erection between his thighs. The older man reached down, and took hold of Jun’s cock, slicking it with the remaining lube on his hand. He placed his other hand on Jun’s hip, holding the younger man steady.
Jun moved forward and Nino’s eyes fluttered closed, his head falling back, a strangled noise escaping the back of his throat. The taller man dropped his head to the crook of Nino’s neck, panting softly as he forced himself to still. Then he looked up and over his shoulder at Ohno, grinning.
“Are you just going to watch?”
Ohno swallowed. “As if.”
Before he could stop himself he’d leaned forward and grabbed the back of Jun’s head, tangling his fingers in the youngest’s hair, bringing their lips together roughly and hungrily. Jun tensed under his body, but not from displeasure: the soft whimper he made meant that Nino was nipping at his neck.
Ohno smiled into the kiss, reaching for the lubricant, fumbling until his fingers were slick again. He pressed one steadily into Jun, swirling it around, drawing it out to the tip and sliding it back in slowly. The younger man jerked back, whining and Ohno pressed a second finger in, scissoring languidly. Jun broke the kiss, dropping his forehead onto Nino’s shoulder, his torso expanding and contracting with each panted breath.
“Ohno - fuck - fast-er ...” Jun gasped.
“But you look good like this,” the older man said, vaguely petulant. He pressed his fingers apart inside of Jun slowly, waiting patiently until the younger man relaxed around him and pressing them wider. “I like to see Jun-kun like this, writhing and trying to stay in control while giving it all up. It’s a good look on him.”
Jun moaned. “I don’t think you’ll like the homicidal Jun that you’re going to get if you don’t hurry up.”
Ohno pouted, curling his fingers up inside of Jun and pressing in deeply. “Even if I do this?”
The younger man gave a sharp cry, his whole body jerking, snapping his hips into Nino’s, which made the slight man writhe and whimper. Nino’s head fell back heavily against the pillow and his lips were parted and shiny as he panted through them.
“Oh-chan ...” Nino murmured softly, reaching out blindly and gripping Ohno’s free wrist.
Ohno licked his lips, pulling his fingers out of Jun suddenly and slicking himself. He got to his knees behind Jun and pressed forward, lapping sweat away from the nape of the youngest’s neck in an attempt to keep from groaning too loudly at the enveloping warmth. His fingers threaded with Nino’s of their own accord. Jun pushed back against Ohno demandingly, nearly taking himself completely out of Nino.
It took them a moment to find their rhythm, but Jun and Ohno had always moved easily together. Ohno was a strong leader - he was easy to follow in part because there was something inherent about him that made you simply want to follow him. Nino keened almost at the same time as Jun did, a snap from Ohno’s hips reverberating through Jun and into the slighter man.
Nino busied his mouth with Jun’s skin, pressing kisses up and down the younger man’s neck even as he held tightly to Ohno’s hand. His other hand stayed firmly wrapped around Jun’s waist, giving him the leverage he needed to move his hips against Jun’s. The younger man strained against his bonds hard enough to shake the bed, wanting to touch Nino. Ohno nipped the nape of Jun’s neck reprovingly and reached around Jun’s waist, taking a firm hold of the slight man’s cock and stroking.
Nino jerked, tensing around Jun and biting down on the younger man’s collar bone. Jun moaned, his hips moving faster, tensing around Ohno in turn. Ohno adjusted to the change of pace accordingly, kissing at the back of Jun’s neck as Nino kissed the front. None of them would be holding on much longer.
Determined that he wasn’t going to be the first to be done, Nino tightened around Jun and sunk his teeth into the curve of Jun’s neck, sucking gently. Above him, the younger man moaned loudly, panting against Nino’s ear, and Ohno sucked in a harsh breath, biting down hard on his bottom lip to keep from falling over the edge. Nino grinned against Jun’s skin, sucking harder, and Jun slammed into him with a gasp.
Ohno twisted his wrist around Nino in retaliation, watching the younger man’s eyes close and drinking in the needy moan that escaped. Jun’s thrusts became suddenly jerky, and he managed only a few more slides before he was lost to his orgasm, his body contracting around Ohno. The oldest moved his hand faster around Nino, snapping his wrist sharply at the end of each pull, and Nino came with a whimper of release - Jun cried out softly as his sensitized cock was buried in spasms and tensed tightly around Ohno. The oldest followed Nino a beat later, kissing the nape of the youngest’s neck softly, barely holding in a stuttering moan.
They paused, each panting softly, none willing to let go immediately. Nino had promptly reached up to undo the bindings on Jun’s wrists, taking them carefully in hand and massaging away the soreness. Jun pressed an appreciative kiss to Nino’s jaw. Ohno watched them fondly, pulling out of Jun slowly and with a soft noise - pulling out was always strange.
He reached for the bedside table, grabbing for the damp washcloth he’d left there earlier (common practice when Nino was one of the people involved in bed: the slight man was the definition of a cuddler after sex, which at first had thrown each one of them for a loop considering his penchant for being brash and sarcastic). Nino was already snuggled with his head on Jun’s shoulder and the youngest was trying very hard to look annoyed by the time Ohno finished cleaning himself and started to work on them. Nino made soft, happy noises as Ohno trailed the cloth over his stomach, pressing into Ohno’s hand.
Jun took the cloth from Ohno when Nino was cleaned. “I’ll get myself.”
Ohno pouted vaguely. “Okay.”
He laid down next to Nino, butting his head against the younger man’s free shoulder until Nino deigned to raise his arm and thread his fingers through Ohno’s hair. Ohno sighed out contently, closing his eyes. Jun’s arm came and wrapped around his waist not long after, finger tips trailing lightly over the small of his back.
“Next time we do it without using the expensive wine,” Nino said after a moment of silence.
“Next time I’ll do it without you if you ruin the moment,” Jun replied.
“Don’t be mean, Mattsun,” Ohno yawned. “And you be quiet, Nino.”
Two soft giggles answered him.