fear is the brightest of signs (2/?) [arashi rps]
fear is the brightest of signs [2/?]
Ohno/Nino | 嵐 RPS | R | ~1,500 words
Uh, I had intended to finish this fic in two parts, but it's growing, and this part didn't fit in well with what comes next, so let's consider this chapter a short interlude before the next part.
Read here on AO3.
Sometimes it catches up to Nino: the absurdity of it all. It's just ridiculous to think that here they are; that here is Ohno, confident hands running surely over Nino's skin.
Sometimes, Nino thinks as he bites his lip, his cock growing harder in Ohno's hand, sometimes he thinks this is easier than it ought to be.
Ohno's skin is warm, radiating heat against Nino as they kiss, as he pushes Nino back down against the bed. Having Ohno on top of him, fully sprawled out - it's not new, but it seems like such a contrast to the scenery of his bedroom.
He's never, he realizes hazily, really spent this much time staring at his ceiling as he has now, while Ohno lazily sucks him off. It's not like Nino can really concentrate on the ceiling in the circumstances, but it's reminding him that things don't always make sense out of context. This is out of context - Ohno kneeling on his mattress with Nino in his mouth, his cock hard and leaking against Nino's sheets.
Nino had suggested this so casually, and it's bothering him more than he had thought it would.
"You okay?" Nino is so lost in his thoughts that he didn't even notice Ohno sitting back, lips slick with spit and precome.
"Hm? Yeah." Nino props himself up on his elbows. He feels strangely naked - well, he is naked, after all, legs spread artlessly around Ohno crouched between them. There's no one around, and there's no time limit. It reminds Nino of the time that they finally went out for dinner, just the two of them for the first time, and neither of them knew what to talk about.
Ohno runs a hand up the inside of Nino's thigh, fingers stopping inches from his cock. He slides his hand down, until his finger is circling against the taut pucker of Nino's hole. "I seem to remember something about sexy lessons."
Nino sucks in a breath as Ohno's finger twists into him experimentally. He's too tight for Ohno to get in far without lube, but the burn of Ohno's finger pushing in and stretching him slightly is just right. "You're coming along nicely," he says lightly.
"I don't know," Ohno shifts his weight so he's closer to Nino, forcing Nino's hips back up a bit so he can get better access. "I thought there would be a little more audience participation."
"You watch too much porn," Nino replies, but it's getting harder to speak, with Ohno's second finger pushing into him now, and Ohno's eyes hot and dark, watching him spread his legs wider. "And you fuck stupid girls who think they need to moan to encourage you."
Ohno grins, fingers drawing back, and Nino nearly lets out an embarrassing whine at the loss.
"I think I can make you moan," Ohno says thoughtfully, sliding off the bed and rifling through his bag.
"Worth a try," Nino agrees, privately vowing to not make a single noise. It isn't that he doesn't think Ohno could do it; he's pretty sure that Ohno can do things to him that would have him moaning and begging like the cheapest porn soundtrack. He wants to make Ohno work for it, though.
Ohno settles back onto the bed, twisting the cap off a tube of lube. Nino makes himself comfortable back against the pillows, keeping his knees apart. His cock is achingly hard, but he deliberately keeps his hands at his sides.
"Would it be better to fuck you hard?" Ohno asks conversationally, sliding a finger back into Nino. It slides in easily this time, coated with lube, slick and cool. "Or should I go slow?"
Nino closes his eyes, willing himself not to come right then and there as Ohno adds in a second, then a third finger, stretching and scissoring Nino open. "Consider it an etude," he says as dryly as he can manage. "Improvise."
"You should watch," Ohno says reproachfully. He grips Nino's hips, hooking Nino's knees around his hips. Nino can feel him lining himself up against him, ready to push in. "How else can you tell me if I'm doing it right?"
This is why there is no way he can win with Ohno. Nino cracks his eyes open, only to find Ohno's face unnervingly close.
"I said sexy, not creepy," Nino snaps, but there's no real bite to it.
Ohno chuckles, leaning forward to kiss him. It's a lazy kiss, no real heat or impatience, and it's barely enough to distract Nino from Ohno's slow, rocking thrusts into him, his cock filling and stretching Nino in a way that was absolutely perfect.
"Fuck," Nino breathes, rolling his hips up to meet Ohno's, their rhythm slowly gaining momentum, "Ah, fuck, this…"
"Moaning," Ohno reminds him.
"Those are still words," Nino retorts, frustrated with his own loss of control.
"Great words," Ohno agrees. He adjusts his grip as one of Nino's legs nearly slides off his hip as he starts to move faster. "You should touch yourself, Kazu."
Nino bites his lip, fingers knotting themselves into the sheets. "You should stop framing your dirty talk as helpful suggestions."
Ohno's smile widens at the new challenge. "Would you please fuck your hand?" he requests, sweet and polite.
Nino's cock is hot and rock-stiff, brushing against his stomach with every thrust of Ohno's hips. He wraps a hand around himself, trying to hold in a hiss. He feels strangely vindicated by the way Ohno's movements stutter as he watches Nino work himself slowly, slow, strong tugs, his fingers slickly wet with precome.
"Better?" he manages to choke out, as Ohno starts going faster, gripping Nino's hips hard enough to leave marks as he slams into Nino and pulls back. Nino can barely keep a grip on himself, hand slipping as he pumps himself faster.
"Nino," Ohno says, voice uneven and breathless, demanding. "Watch."
He doesn't want to - or rather, he does, but he's so goddamn close. Against his better judgement, his eyes track down from Ohno's face to where their bodies are joined. Ohno deliberately slows himself down so Nino can feel every inch of him inside, can see the smooth glide of Ohno's cock pulling back and disappearing back in.
As a director, he can't help but appreciate the line of sight. The moan escapes him before he even realizes it, and he comes hard, all over his hand and stomach.
Ohno laughs triumphantly. "Got you," he says, sounding rather pleased with himself.
Nino lifts his hips off the bed, clenching as tightly as he can around Ohno. "Got you back," he says smugly, as Ohno groans in surprise. Nino grinds up against him, and it feels like only seconds before Ohno grunts against him, rhythm faltering in favour of sharp, quick thrusts that take Nino's breath away.
It's a little awkward, after, but Nino pretends that he knows what he's doing, and that false confidence carries him through. He can't tell if Ohno is acting, or if he truly feels at ease crawling back into Nino's bed after showering, shifting to spoon around Nino's back.
This is a different kind of intimacy than Nino is used to; it's not about lust or getting off, or even some strange sort of sexual convenience. Ohno is solid and warm behind him, and his arms slip easily around Nino, settling over his heart.
"How was it?" Ohno asks, tweaking Nino's nipples absently.
"Well, you definitely sucked less," Nino says lightly.
"I wouldn't say that," Ohno says cheerfully, and Nino is forced to roll over and hit him. "Ow!"
"Seriously," Nino says, propping up his head on one hand so he can see Ohno, "Have you never just fucked someone for the hell of it? It's like you're overthinking everything."
There's a long silence.
"You mean - in the movie?" Ohno asks tentatively, and Nino wants to hit him again.
"Yes, in the movie," he snaps. The conversation was rapidly heading into dangerous territory, and this was probably not the place or time for it. Or rather - maybe it was, but Nino couldn't handle it. "Katsushima's character - "
"Doesn't stay that way," Ohno interrupts. He scratches his nose, appearing to gather his thoughts. "I mean - when I read the script, I thought - the whole point is that he's wrong, isn't it? He's afraid of love, and he doesn't know how to be with someone like that. He keeps fucking people, but he knows that he's missing something. That's what I was thinking. I just - maybe it didn't come across right."
It made sense, Nino realizes, and this was why he had picked Ohno, wasn't it? Even when he looked like he was barely paying attention, Ohno thought more deeply about things than most people would. Nino is starting to feel embarrassed for yelling at him on set.
"He knows it's wrong," Ohno continues, whispering even though there's no one to overhear. He lazily traces a finger across Nino's chest, eyes unfocused and dropping sleepily. "And that breaks through, sometimes. I think - " Ohno yawns, hand falling to rest against Nino's heart. "He realizes it, even if he doesn't want to admit it. That he wants to love."
There's a lump in Nino's throat, and he is suddenly, intensely grateful that Ohno can barely keep his eyes open, because he's not sure he could meet them.
Ohno/Nino | 嵐 RPS | R | ~1,500 words
Uh, I had intended to finish this fic in two parts, but it's growing, and this part didn't fit in well with what comes next, so let's consider this chapter a short interlude before the next part.
Read here on AO3.
Sometimes it catches up to Nino: the absurdity of it all. It's just ridiculous to think that here they are; that here is Ohno, confident hands running surely over Nino's skin.
Sometimes, Nino thinks as he bites his lip, his cock growing harder in Ohno's hand, sometimes he thinks this is easier than it ought to be.
Ohno's skin is warm, radiating heat against Nino as they kiss, as he pushes Nino back down against the bed. Having Ohno on top of him, fully sprawled out - it's not new, but it seems like such a contrast to the scenery of his bedroom.
He's never, he realizes hazily, really spent this much time staring at his ceiling as he has now, while Ohno lazily sucks him off. It's not like Nino can really concentrate on the ceiling in the circumstances, but it's reminding him that things don't always make sense out of context. This is out of context - Ohno kneeling on his mattress with Nino in his mouth, his cock hard and leaking against Nino's sheets.
Nino had suggested this so casually, and it's bothering him more than he had thought it would.
"You okay?" Nino is so lost in his thoughts that he didn't even notice Ohno sitting back, lips slick with spit and precome.
"Hm? Yeah." Nino props himself up on his elbows. He feels strangely naked - well, he is naked, after all, legs spread artlessly around Ohno crouched between them. There's no one around, and there's no time limit. It reminds Nino of the time that they finally went out for dinner, just the two of them for the first time, and neither of them knew what to talk about.
Ohno runs a hand up the inside of Nino's thigh, fingers stopping inches from his cock. He slides his hand down, until his finger is circling against the taut pucker of Nino's hole. "I seem to remember something about sexy lessons."
Nino sucks in a breath as Ohno's finger twists into him experimentally. He's too tight for Ohno to get in far without lube, but the burn of Ohno's finger pushing in and stretching him slightly is just right. "You're coming along nicely," he says lightly.
"I don't know," Ohno shifts his weight so he's closer to Nino, forcing Nino's hips back up a bit so he can get better access. "I thought there would be a little more audience participation."
"You watch too much porn," Nino replies, but it's getting harder to speak, with Ohno's second finger pushing into him now, and Ohno's eyes hot and dark, watching him spread his legs wider. "And you fuck stupid girls who think they need to moan to encourage you."
Ohno grins, fingers drawing back, and Nino nearly lets out an embarrassing whine at the loss.
"I think I can make you moan," Ohno says thoughtfully, sliding off the bed and rifling through his bag.
"Worth a try," Nino agrees, privately vowing to not make a single noise. It isn't that he doesn't think Ohno could do it; he's pretty sure that Ohno can do things to him that would have him moaning and begging like the cheapest porn soundtrack. He wants to make Ohno work for it, though.
Ohno settles back onto the bed, twisting the cap off a tube of lube. Nino makes himself comfortable back against the pillows, keeping his knees apart. His cock is achingly hard, but he deliberately keeps his hands at his sides.
"Would it be better to fuck you hard?" Ohno asks conversationally, sliding a finger back into Nino. It slides in easily this time, coated with lube, slick and cool. "Or should I go slow?"
Nino closes his eyes, willing himself not to come right then and there as Ohno adds in a second, then a third finger, stretching and scissoring Nino open. "Consider it an etude," he says as dryly as he can manage. "Improvise."
"You should watch," Ohno says reproachfully. He grips Nino's hips, hooking Nino's knees around his hips. Nino can feel him lining himself up against him, ready to push in. "How else can you tell me if I'm doing it right?"
This is why there is no way he can win with Ohno. Nino cracks his eyes open, only to find Ohno's face unnervingly close.
"I said sexy, not creepy," Nino snaps, but there's no real bite to it.
Ohno chuckles, leaning forward to kiss him. It's a lazy kiss, no real heat or impatience, and it's barely enough to distract Nino from Ohno's slow, rocking thrusts into him, his cock filling and stretching Nino in a way that was absolutely perfect.
"Fuck," Nino breathes, rolling his hips up to meet Ohno's, their rhythm slowly gaining momentum, "Ah, fuck, this…"
"Moaning," Ohno reminds him.
"Those are still words," Nino retorts, frustrated with his own loss of control.
"Great words," Ohno agrees. He adjusts his grip as one of Nino's legs nearly slides off his hip as he starts to move faster. "You should touch yourself, Kazu."
Nino bites his lip, fingers knotting themselves into the sheets. "You should stop framing your dirty talk as helpful suggestions."
Ohno's smile widens at the new challenge. "Would you please fuck your hand?" he requests, sweet and polite.
Nino's cock is hot and rock-stiff, brushing against his stomach with every thrust of Ohno's hips. He wraps a hand around himself, trying to hold in a hiss. He feels strangely vindicated by the way Ohno's movements stutter as he watches Nino work himself slowly, slow, strong tugs, his fingers slickly wet with precome.
"Better?" he manages to choke out, as Ohno starts going faster, gripping Nino's hips hard enough to leave marks as he slams into Nino and pulls back. Nino can barely keep a grip on himself, hand slipping as he pumps himself faster.
"Nino," Ohno says, voice uneven and breathless, demanding. "Watch."
He doesn't want to - or rather, he does, but he's so goddamn close. Against his better judgement, his eyes track down from Ohno's face to where their bodies are joined. Ohno deliberately slows himself down so Nino can feel every inch of him inside, can see the smooth glide of Ohno's cock pulling back and disappearing back in.
As a director, he can't help but appreciate the line of sight. The moan escapes him before he even realizes it, and he comes hard, all over his hand and stomach.
Ohno laughs triumphantly. "Got you," he says, sounding rather pleased with himself.
Nino lifts his hips off the bed, clenching as tightly as he can around Ohno. "Got you back," he says smugly, as Ohno groans in surprise. Nino grinds up against him, and it feels like only seconds before Ohno grunts against him, rhythm faltering in favour of sharp, quick thrusts that take Nino's breath away.
It's a little awkward, after, but Nino pretends that he knows what he's doing, and that false confidence carries him through. He can't tell if Ohno is acting, or if he truly feels at ease crawling back into Nino's bed after showering, shifting to spoon around Nino's back.
This is a different kind of intimacy than Nino is used to; it's not about lust or getting off, or even some strange sort of sexual convenience. Ohno is solid and warm behind him, and his arms slip easily around Nino, settling over his heart.
"How was it?" Ohno asks, tweaking Nino's nipples absently.
"Well, you definitely sucked less," Nino says lightly.
"I wouldn't say that," Ohno says cheerfully, and Nino is forced to roll over and hit him. "Ow!"
"Seriously," Nino says, propping up his head on one hand so he can see Ohno, "Have you never just fucked someone for the hell of it? It's like you're overthinking everything."
There's a long silence.
"You mean - in the movie?" Ohno asks tentatively, and Nino wants to hit him again.
"Yes, in the movie," he snaps. The conversation was rapidly heading into dangerous territory, and this was probably not the place or time for it. Or rather - maybe it was, but Nino couldn't handle it. "Katsushima's character - "
"Doesn't stay that way," Ohno interrupts. He scratches his nose, appearing to gather his thoughts. "I mean - when I read the script, I thought - the whole point is that he's wrong, isn't it? He's afraid of love, and he doesn't know how to be with someone like that. He keeps fucking people, but he knows that he's missing something. That's what I was thinking. I just - maybe it didn't come across right."
It made sense, Nino realizes, and this was why he had picked Ohno, wasn't it? Even when he looked like he was barely paying attention, Ohno thought more deeply about things than most people would. Nino is starting to feel embarrassed for yelling at him on set.
"He knows it's wrong," Ohno continues, whispering even though there's no one to overhear. He lazily traces a finger across Nino's chest, eyes unfocused and dropping sleepily. "And that breaks through, sometimes. I think - " Ohno yawns, hand falling to rest against Nino's heart. "He realizes it, even if he doesn't want to admit it. That he wants to love."
There's a lump in Nino's throat, and he is suddenly, intensely grateful that Ohno can barely keep his eyes open, because he's not sure he could meet them.