[Fic] Psychedelic
Title : [Fic] Psychedelic
Pairing : Ohno Satoshi / Matsumoto Jun
Rating : R
Summary : It wasn’t like he didn’t see this coming - he did, that’s the scary part, really - and it wasn’t like Leader was being subtle about it either. The past couple of hours had been a blur, but Jun would be lying if he said he hadn’t expected this outcome, not when Leader seemed hell bent on making him feel like he’s the sole recipient of all of Ohno’s pent-up passion and feelings, because he did.
Disclaimer : fiction, yo!
Word count : around 1880 words
Warning : Smut. Mention of different possible pairings.
Note : Commissioned fic, requested by the lovely, yuuki_73 Sorry for making you wait, dear, but I hope this is to your liking. (You can also request yours, details can be read HERE) You wanted JunToshi, particularly Bottom Jun and Top Ohno but it’s honestly kind of difficult to write (or imagine), image-wise, given how buff Jun currently is and how tiny Ohno is in compared to him, but, oh well. Here it is. Post Hawaii Blast, Circa 2014, one of my absolute favorite eras. Randomly based on that Yakai clip of Ohno and Jun, drunk (not the part where they visited Sho though)
(Based on the Prompt : Actually what I have in mind is simple: Ohno is the top and he seduces Jun. That's it. I don't care about situation as long as Ohno is powerful and experienced and Jun is beautiful and passionate.)
(This is also available in AO3)
It wasn’t like he didn’t see this coming - he did, that’s the scary part, really - and it wasn’t like Leader was being subtle about it either. The past couple of hours had been a blur, but Jun would be lying if he said he hadn’t expected this outcome, not when Leader seemed hell bent on making him feel like he’s the sole recipient of all of Ohno’s pent-up passion and feelings, because he did.
The invitation alone sounded nothing but a ruse, and Jun would have scoffed about it if he didn’t know what to expect. There had been the subtle hints of frustration, of brushed aside affections on top of it all, and Jun wouldn’t be the person he was today if he didn’t notice these things upfront.
The last two days had been wonderful, with the exception of Nino’s very unfortunate injury, but that’s just to say that not everything would go as planned, no matter how much he hated that fact. The same thing could be said about his band mates though, and frankly, he’d given up trying to pretend otherwise knowing that doing so would only give him enough headache as it was.
This certain turn of events, however, was something he honestly should have seen coming from miles away; only, he pretended not to see it.
The couch creaked just the slightest bit as it caught his and Ohno’s combined weights, and Jun found himself giggling at the absurdity of it all. He was obviously way too drunk to even coordinate his limbs into working properly, and just let Ohno’s inquiring hands do all the work as he lay there panting like a dog in heat.
Ohno’s lips trailed its way from his cheek to the spot where his jaw tapered off, sucking a mark there. Jun found himself keening in answer, back arching from the couch in an almost unconscious attempt to press closer into that inviting heat, seeking friction if only to relieve the pressure building fast in the general vicinity of his groin.
Ohno laughed as if he couldn’t help it. “Jun-kun, relax,” Ohno whispered, voice unexpectedly even given the way his fingers shook around their grip on Jun’s hips. They’re warm and firm to the touch, as was Ohno’s body shifting just the slightest bit atop him, and it was absolutely blowing Jun’s mind off its hinges with how wonderful it felt being here, trapped under Ohno’s weight and feeling Ohno’s undivided attention on him and him alone.
“Easy for you to say,” he gritted, without heat, as he ran his fingers across Ohno’s back, tugging on Ohno’s shirt and shoving his hands under it in the same movement. Then there was only glorious skin under his hands, warm and smooth as he worked his hands over and across it, feeling Ohno’s muscle shift under his palm with every curious swipe.
Ohno chuckled, then copied Jun’s movement by tugging at Jun’s shirt, his wicked tongue lashing at one of Jun’s exposed nipple with purpose. “Ah, shit.” He cursed, shivered when Ohno repeated the action two more times.
“Shhh, relax.”
“I will if you’re going to stop with the teasing,” he grouched, shifting, maneuvering himself into a sitting position and ignoring Ohno’s frustrated grunts, almost throwing Ohno off sitting up and quickly relieving himself off his shirt with a little bit of difficulty.
“What are you spacing out for there? Take your clothes off. Now.” he told Ohno, who seemed like he was enjoying watching Jun stripping down that he’d completely forgot what he was supposed to do, just sat there gaping at Jun through glassy, heavy-lidded eyes.
“Um.” Ohno mumbled, sounding suddenly unsure, and Jun rolled his eyes in answer before reaching over to grab Ohno by his shirtfront and kissing him square in the mouth.
“If you’re going to change your mind, don’t.” Jun said mostly against Ohno’s lips, before canting his head for a better fit. Ohno growled in answer, hands moving to the back of Jun’s head to keep him in place before kissing him back just as fiercely, and Jun found himself moaning right back at the lingering taste of alcohol and desperation under his tongue.
It was answer enough.
+
He didn’t really mind being the second choice, not really, because at some point, all of the other four had been his, too, one way or another. They’d fooled around a lot during their younger years together, and he guessed it was safe to say that being here in Hawaii kind of triggered the same effect without them noticing it.
He wasn’t sure about the others, but he was certain things were kind of - steady, between Ohno and Nino. He wouldn’t say the same about him and Sho, because as far complicated goes, they’re that, or the way things were between Sho and Aiba, but he could only guess. Somehow, it was easier to just take things as they were; putting a label on stuff would only complicate things further, and Jun had learned to just take it all in stride and be content with what he had with the rest of them than to expect more than what he’d bargained for.
That was easier said than done at the moment, though.
They at least managed to take it to the bed during the interim, and right now, it was taking Jun all of his reserved strength not to scream, and maybe beg for it, repeatedly, despite knowing that Ohno’s bound to give it to him sooner anyway. The fingers moving in and out of him alone weren’t enough to scratch the itch growing hot under his skin, and with every forward thrust of all three fingers inside him, movements purposely slow and torturously precise, made the growing desire to scream, loudly, to urge Ohno on to hurry things along all the more insistent.
He was clawing on the bed sheet and parting his legs apart before he could even stop himself when Ohno crooked his fingers and thus barely grazing that spot inside Jun that made him into a quivering, half-sobbing mess that he was now, acutely aware of Ohno draping himself matter-of-factly across his naked back, then shivered at the feel of Ohno’s equally warm, bare skin against his own. Then there was the hint of tongue scraping lightly across his left shoulder blade, before it was followed by Ohno digging his teeth on the same spot hard.
“Fuck, no marks please,” he hissed, only barely remembering himself as Ohno soothed the sting with a few swipes of his tongue.
“God, you’re so cute, Jun-kun,” was Ohno’s quick response, shifting just so he was no longer humping Jun’s back at the same time he was finger-fucking him. “Are you ready for me?” Ohno asked, teasingly, right against Jun’s ear, the bastard, before removing his fingers out one by one. Jun shivered as if on cue, moaning the loss of those fingers before he could even stop himself.
“Ah, shit, just stay that way for me,” Ohno was hissing, Jun hearing him tearing a condom wrapper open and spitting the torn edge away. Then there were fingers on his butt-cheek followed by the feel and sound of Ohno’s lips pressing a noisy kiss to his tailbone, before the slick sound of the lube as it was squirted out of its tube quickly followed.
“L-Leader, please,” he gritted, as he held himself on all fours, head lolling forward onto the pillow.
“Hang on,” Ohno said, and there he was, prodding Jun’s butt-cheeks apart with gentle fingers and pushing his cock in ever so slowly, the feel of Ohno’s hard length driving Jun crazy with want.
“Ah, fuck.” Ohno cursed, pushing his hips forward and stopping every goddamn second, letting Jun get used to Ohno’s dick, throbbing hard and just barely halfway inside him.
“More,” he keened, wanting more; that phantom itch was back, and at this point, he honestly didn’t care who was listening. He couldn’t even pretend he was too drunk not to know what he was asking for, as he reached behind him with one hand to grab onto Ohno’s hand gripping his hip as he braced himself up with the other.
“Ah, please!”
Ohno growled and pushed home with an almost serrated groan.
+
“Grab here, ah, shit, don’t do that!” Ohno hissed just as he was maneuvering Jun up and helping him to grab onto the headboard with difficulty. Jun did as he was told, only vaguely aware of the way Ohno’s fingers digging crescent-shaped marks onto his hips as he hissed.
“God, fucking squeezing me like that, shit!” Ohno complained.
Jun grinned despite himself. “You like it.”
Ohno snorted and jerked his hips. “Never said I didn’t,” Ohno said, “but a little warning would be nice, don’t you think?”
“Whatever.”
“Wow, so mean,”
“I’m not the one with my dick shoved in someone else’s ass though, so, what do you think?”
“God, you’re just as scary drunk as you are sober.”
Jun snorted and adjusted his stance, jutting his hips just so Ohno had enough space to work with. Then he was arching his back, muscles contracting around Ohno’s cock inside him and giggling at Ohno’s answering growl, the sound of pure, unadulterated lust tearing itself from the back of Ohno’s throat.
“Fuck! Jun-kun, fuck!” Ohno screamed, hips jerking without volition, Jun taking it all with grace as he braced himself on the headboard with an arm and started jerking himself off with the other in time with Ohno’s thrusts to complete the circuit.
+
He didn’t even know how it ended, just that somehow, Ohno’s movements seized by the time he was squeezing the last of his pleasure out of his dick and feeling like he was going to pass out two seconds after. Then there was the feel of Ohno’s arms around him from behind, carefully catching him and turning him around before he face-planted on the wall.
“I know, I know, I’d rather go to sleep straight myself but you’re going to beat me dead in the morning if I don’t clean us up so, just wait there.” Ohno grumbled, and only then Jun realized he was mumbling incoherently into the pillow.
Huh. Did it really happen?
“Ah, Jesus. I can’t feel my legs,” Ohno complained from somewhere near the foot of the bed, and Jun found himself snorting despite the urge to fall asleep real fast was too strong he could barely resist it. “What, you think that’s funny? God, you are so drunk. Shit, please tell me you’re not too drunk to remember this in the morning, because I swear -“ Ohno was saying, wiping the mess Jun made in between his fingers and Jun at least found the audacity to giggle at how absurd Ohno was, even shaking his head at Ohno as the first tendrils of sleep consumed him.
He knew he would probably bitch about this in the morning, just as Ohno feared, but for now, he was sated and comfortable where he was, lying on the bed, hopefully with Ohno next to him. He’d worry about the consequences later, or tomorrow, if he dared.
But for now, none of that mattered.
It was to the feel of Ohno’s finger lightly tapping his forehead and calling his name that he fell asleep.
Pairing : Ohno Satoshi / Matsumoto Jun
Rating : R
Summary : It wasn’t like he didn’t see this coming - he did, that’s the scary part, really - and it wasn’t like Leader was being subtle about it either. The past couple of hours had been a blur, but Jun would be lying if he said he hadn’t expected this outcome, not when Leader seemed hell bent on making him feel like he’s the sole recipient of all of Ohno’s pent-up passion and feelings, because he did.
Disclaimer : fiction, yo!
Word count : around 1880 words
Warning : Smut. Mention of different possible pairings.
Note : Commissioned fic, requested by the lovely, yuuki_73 Sorry for making you wait, dear, but I hope this is to your liking. (You can also request yours, details can be read HERE) You wanted JunToshi, particularly Bottom Jun and Top Ohno but it’s honestly kind of difficult to write (or imagine), image-wise, given how buff Jun currently is and how tiny Ohno is in compared to him, but, oh well. Here it is. Post Hawaii Blast, Circa 2014, one of my absolute favorite eras. Randomly based on that Yakai clip of Ohno and Jun, drunk (not the part where they visited Sho though)
(Based on the Prompt : Actually what I have in mind is simple: Ohno is the top and he seduces Jun. That's it. I don't care about situation as long as Ohno is powerful and experienced and Jun is beautiful and passionate.)
(This is also available in AO3)
It wasn’t like he didn’t see this coming - he did, that’s the scary part, really - and it wasn’t like Leader was being subtle about it either. The past couple of hours had been a blur, but Jun would be lying if he said he hadn’t expected this outcome, not when Leader seemed hell bent on making him feel like he’s the sole recipient of all of Ohno’s pent-up passion and feelings, because he did.
The invitation alone sounded nothing but a ruse, and Jun would have scoffed about it if he didn’t know what to expect. There had been the subtle hints of frustration, of brushed aside affections on top of it all, and Jun wouldn’t be the person he was today if he didn’t notice these things upfront.
The last two days had been wonderful, with the exception of Nino’s very unfortunate injury, but that’s just to say that not everything would go as planned, no matter how much he hated that fact. The same thing could be said about his band mates though, and frankly, he’d given up trying to pretend otherwise knowing that doing so would only give him enough headache as it was.
This certain turn of events, however, was something he honestly should have seen coming from miles away; only, he pretended not to see it.
The couch creaked just the slightest bit as it caught his and Ohno’s combined weights, and Jun found himself giggling at the absurdity of it all. He was obviously way too drunk to even coordinate his limbs into working properly, and just let Ohno’s inquiring hands do all the work as he lay there panting like a dog in heat.
Ohno’s lips trailed its way from his cheek to the spot where his jaw tapered off, sucking a mark there. Jun found himself keening in answer, back arching from the couch in an almost unconscious attempt to press closer into that inviting heat, seeking friction if only to relieve the pressure building fast in the general vicinity of his groin.
Ohno laughed as if he couldn’t help it. “Jun-kun, relax,” Ohno whispered, voice unexpectedly even given the way his fingers shook around their grip on Jun’s hips. They’re warm and firm to the touch, as was Ohno’s body shifting just the slightest bit atop him, and it was absolutely blowing Jun’s mind off its hinges with how wonderful it felt being here, trapped under Ohno’s weight and feeling Ohno’s undivided attention on him and him alone.
“Easy for you to say,” he gritted, without heat, as he ran his fingers across Ohno’s back, tugging on Ohno’s shirt and shoving his hands under it in the same movement. Then there was only glorious skin under his hands, warm and smooth as he worked his hands over and across it, feeling Ohno’s muscle shift under his palm with every curious swipe.
Ohno chuckled, then copied Jun’s movement by tugging at Jun’s shirt, his wicked tongue lashing at one of Jun’s exposed nipple with purpose. “Ah, shit.” He cursed, shivered when Ohno repeated the action two more times.
“Shhh, relax.”
“I will if you’re going to stop with the teasing,” he grouched, shifting, maneuvering himself into a sitting position and ignoring Ohno’s frustrated grunts, almost throwing Ohno off sitting up and quickly relieving himself off his shirt with a little bit of difficulty.
“What are you spacing out for there? Take your clothes off. Now.” he told Ohno, who seemed like he was enjoying watching Jun stripping down that he’d completely forgot what he was supposed to do, just sat there gaping at Jun through glassy, heavy-lidded eyes.
“Um.” Ohno mumbled, sounding suddenly unsure, and Jun rolled his eyes in answer before reaching over to grab Ohno by his shirtfront and kissing him square in the mouth.
“If you’re going to change your mind, don’t.” Jun said mostly against Ohno’s lips, before canting his head for a better fit. Ohno growled in answer, hands moving to the back of Jun’s head to keep him in place before kissing him back just as fiercely, and Jun found himself moaning right back at the lingering taste of alcohol and desperation under his tongue.
It was answer enough.
+
He didn’t really mind being the second choice, not really, because at some point, all of the other four had been his, too, one way or another. They’d fooled around a lot during their younger years together, and he guessed it was safe to say that being here in Hawaii kind of triggered the same effect without them noticing it.
He wasn’t sure about the others, but he was certain things were kind of - steady, between Ohno and Nino. He wouldn’t say the same about him and Sho, because as far complicated goes, they’re that, or the way things were between Sho and Aiba, but he could only guess. Somehow, it was easier to just take things as they were; putting a label on stuff would only complicate things further, and Jun had learned to just take it all in stride and be content with what he had with the rest of them than to expect more than what he’d bargained for.
That was easier said than done at the moment, though.
They at least managed to take it to the bed during the interim, and right now, it was taking Jun all of his reserved strength not to scream, and maybe beg for it, repeatedly, despite knowing that Ohno’s bound to give it to him sooner anyway. The fingers moving in and out of him alone weren’t enough to scratch the itch growing hot under his skin, and with every forward thrust of all three fingers inside him, movements purposely slow and torturously precise, made the growing desire to scream, loudly, to urge Ohno on to hurry things along all the more insistent.
He was clawing on the bed sheet and parting his legs apart before he could even stop himself when Ohno crooked his fingers and thus barely grazing that spot inside Jun that made him into a quivering, half-sobbing mess that he was now, acutely aware of Ohno draping himself matter-of-factly across his naked back, then shivered at the feel of Ohno’s equally warm, bare skin against his own. Then there was the hint of tongue scraping lightly across his left shoulder blade, before it was followed by Ohno digging his teeth on the same spot hard.
“Fuck, no marks please,” he hissed, only barely remembering himself as Ohno soothed the sting with a few swipes of his tongue.
“God, you’re so cute, Jun-kun,” was Ohno’s quick response, shifting just so he was no longer humping Jun’s back at the same time he was finger-fucking him. “Are you ready for me?” Ohno asked, teasingly, right against Jun’s ear, the bastard, before removing his fingers out one by one. Jun shivered as if on cue, moaning the loss of those fingers before he could even stop himself.
“Ah, shit, just stay that way for me,” Ohno was hissing, Jun hearing him tearing a condom wrapper open and spitting the torn edge away. Then there were fingers on his butt-cheek followed by the feel and sound of Ohno’s lips pressing a noisy kiss to his tailbone, before the slick sound of the lube as it was squirted out of its tube quickly followed.
“L-Leader, please,” he gritted, as he held himself on all fours, head lolling forward onto the pillow.
“Hang on,” Ohno said, and there he was, prodding Jun’s butt-cheeks apart with gentle fingers and pushing his cock in ever so slowly, the feel of Ohno’s hard length driving Jun crazy with want.
“Ah, fuck.” Ohno cursed, pushing his hips forward and stopping every goddamn second, letting Jun get used to Ohno’s dick, throbbing hard and just barely halfway inside him.
“More,” he keened, wanting more; that phantom itch was back, and at this point, he honestly didn’t care who was listening. He couldn’t even pretend he was too drunk not to know what he was asking for, as he reached behind him with one hand to grab onto Ohno’s hand gripping his hip as he braced himself up with the other.
“Ah, please!”
Ohno growled and pushed home with an almost serrated groan.
+
“Grab here, ah, shit, don’t do that!” Ohno hissed just as he was maneuvering Jun up and helping him to grab onto the headboard with difficulty. Jun did as he was told, only vaguely aware of the way Ohno’s fingers digging crescent-shaped marks onto his hips as he hissed.
“God, fucking squeezing me like that, shit!” Ohno complained.
Jun grinned despite himself. “You like it.”
Ohno snorted and jerked his hips. “Never said I didn’t,” Ohno said, “but a little warning would be nice, don’t you think?”
“Whatever.”
“Wow, so mean,”
“I’m not the one with my dick shoved in someone else’s ass though, so, what do you think?”
“God, you’re just as scary drunk as you are sober.”
Jun snorted and adjusted his stance, jutting his hips just so Ohno had enough space to work with. Then he was arching his back, muscles contracting around Ohno’s cock inside him and giggling at Ohno’s answering growl, the sound of pure, unadulterated lust tearing itself from the back of Ohno’s throat.
“Fuck! Jun-kun, fuck!” Ohno screamed, hips jerking without volition, Jun taking it all with grace as he braced himself on the headboard with an arm and started jerking himself off with the other in time with Ohno’s thrusts to complete the circuit.
+
He didn’t even know how it ended, just that somehow, Ohno’s movements seized by the time he was squeezing the last of his pleasure out of his dick and feeling like he was going to pass out two seconds after. Then there was the feel of Ohno’s arms around him from behind, carefully catching him and turning him around before he face-planted on the wall.
“I know, I know, I’d rather go to sleep straight myself but you’re going to beat me dead in the morning if I don’t clean us up so, just wait there.” Ohno grumbled, and only then Jun realized he was mumbling incoherently into the pillow.
Huh. Did it really happen?
“Ah, Jesus. I can’t feel my legs,” Ohno complained from somewhere near the foot of the bed, and Jun found himself snorting despite the urge to fall asleep real fast was too strong he could barely resist it. “What, you think that’s funny? God, you are so drunk. Shit, please tell me you’re not too drunk to remember this in the morning, because I swear -“ Ohno was saying, wiping the mess Jun made in between his fingers and Jun at least found the audacity to giggle at how absurd Ohno was, even shaking his head at Ohno as the first tendrils of sleep consumed him.
He knew he would probably bitch about this in the morning, just as Ohno feared, but for now, he was sated and comfortable where he was, lying on the bed, hopefully with Ohno next to him. He’d worry about the consequences later, or tomorrow, if he dared.
But for now, none of that mattered.
It was to the feel of Ohno’s finger lightly tapping his forehead and calling his name that he fell asleep.