Al Naturale
Title: Al Naturale
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Jun/Arashi, OT5
Disclaimer: I guess Johnny’s technically owns Arashi, huh? Not me.
Summary: Jun's new deodorant has pleasant side effects.
Note: Not betaed. This is for r_1_ss_a, who donated $20 to the fundraising for Japan drive on arashi_on. Thank you so much! I finally finished!
Previous:
Fragrance Aiba/Jun
Fougère Jun/Ohno
Gourmand Jun/Nino
Aromatherapy Sho/Jun
Despite filming together, Sho still got so flustered around Jun, bright red in the face, that it took the entire afternoon for him to even approach him.
They were headed back to the dressing room, only the day after their night together, and he casually sidled up next to Jun, first with a word of gratitude for working hard, and then with a shy suggestion that go out for dinner later.
Reverting back to his old self, the timid gangly unsure one, Jun blushed and looked down at his hands with a smile, but before he could say anything, someone’s arms were wrapped around his waist and he turned around sharply to see who it was.
Of course Nino was grinning innocently, and both Aiba and Ohno were right behind him with similar smiles.
“Hey guys…” Sho started slowly, looking confused.
Nino didn’t let go of him and instead only clung tighter, resting his head against Jun’s shoulder and tucking his nose in his neck. “Hey, Sho-chan. We have some talking to do.”
First Sho looked at Nino, then at Aiba, who was also inching closer to Jun, placing a palm on his lower back with a winning grin, and then at Ohno who was looking a little oblivious about everything (he was glancing at Aiba for what they should be doing).
“See, Jun isn’t just yours,” Nino started blatantly. “But we’re willing to share, if you know what I mean,” he added even as Sho looked more confused.
“Listen, we can talk about it later, right?” Aiba added under his breath, looking around them to show that they were holding the other workers up and maybe causing a small scene.
“Yes…” Nino replied in a low voice, finally letting go of Jun (but gave him a pointed look as if that would solve something) and told him, “You can’t come.”
“Wh-“ he started to argue right away, because if they were going to talk about him, shouldn’t he be there to find out exactly what was going to happen? But Nino glared and shook his head to stop him.
“Come on,” Ohno broke in with a sweet expression, taking Jun’s hand gently and starting towards the dressing room as the other three fell into step a ways behind them. “Let’s go.”
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And then the worst possible scenario:
His deodorant was gone.
Despite knowing that this was coming, he still tried to get out anything he could, but the stick he was rubbing under his armpits on the day of his group date for Godsakes, how could this timing get any worse, was so dry that it only hurt and was creating a red mark.
And then he went into a depression, because he hadn’t had sex with any of them since the day at the studio that Nino had cornered Sho, and he should have at least taken what he could before all of this fell through his fingers.
Sitting on his bed and staring into space, Jun tried to imprint into his memory while it was still fresh Sho’s lips and Ohno’s moans and Nino’s ass and Aiba’s cock and his demeanor didn’t improve at all. Because at the very least none of them were going to be attracted to him anymore and maybe even something terrible like them forgetting what had happened would come to pass.
Shit, maybe never finding that stuff in the first place would have been better…
It was just a little while after that that his doorbell rang and Jun almost didn’t answer it… but in the end he did because he wasn’t a coward and would face this problem he had created full force. Plus, he was curious as to what would happen, even knowing that it would be bad.
It was Ohno with a soft smile and glint in his eye, holding a small bouquet of flowers in his hand.
He passed it over to Jun as he was let inside, and Jun stared at the blue petals (it was obvious they had been picked up from a small corner shop and that made him love them even more), finding his dark mood lightened… even if it didn’t completely disappear.
“Thank you, Leader,” he said gently and in reply Ohno kissed him lightly on the mouth, making Jun blush at the sweet actions. “You’re early,” he added as he turned towards the kitchen to get a vase, trying to cover up his flustered attitude, and Ohno followed a few feet behind him, never tearing his eyes away from him.
Chuckling carelessly first, he then replied, “Guess so.”
After filling it with water and adjusting the flowers, both to try to calm himself and because he wanted them to look nice, Jun finally turned back to meet Ohno’s stare and the older man came forward to pull his hand into his.
“How about we sit on the couch while we wait?” he offered, pulling Jun behind him, and it was obvious what his motives were now, and why he had come so early when usually Ohno didn’t care about time (unless it was work related).
Snuggling. Ohno adjusting Jun to his liking, pushing him against the arm rest a little, and then laid his head on his chest, immediately closing his eyes and taking a deep breath.
Was it just Jun’s imagination, or did he seem disappointed?
After a few minutes of complete silence (Jun wasn’t sure if Ohno would have made a comment if the smell was there, but it was bugging him enough that he was willing to ask), he had just opened his mouth when there was a sharp knock on his front door, follow by the bell, like the visitor had forgotten there even was one.
But it opened before Jun had to tear himself away from Ohno, and it was Aiba smiling widely in the doorway and holding more flowers, these ones a lovely shade of bright orange.
Once he took in the scene, Jun still debating if he should get up or not, Aiba motioned for him to stop and then slipped off his shoes to come inside (as if it was his own apartment instead of Jun’s), and then casually asked with a smile, “Shall I put them next to Oh-chan’s?”
“Please,” Jun responded, although he didn’t understand how Aiba guessed who they were from (other than Ohno was the only one there), and then added, “You’re early.”
“But Oh-chan’s already here,” Aiba argued as he carefully made his way into the half-kitchen and undid the packaging, standing next to the counter where the flowers were arranged and glancing over at them periodically as he worked.
“I’m not sure why,” Jun started to respond, even though he did, but Ohno shifted in his light grip and rubbed his head against his shirt and he couldn’t continue because this man was too adorable.
“It’s fine. Sho-chan should be over soon too,” Aiba explained as he added his own flowers to Ohno’s and they looked great together, small delicate blue ones against big lively orange.
When he was finished, Aiba came over to join them on the couch, somehow pushing his way onto Jun’s other side despite the cramped space, and he nosed Jun’s neck and it felt like heaven with Ohno in front of him.
“What did you guys tell Sho, anyway?” he asked lazily, feeling sleepy all of a sudden with all of this warmth surrounding him. It seemed like Sho had been the only one left out of their little group, at least as far as Jun could see upon their last meeting together at the studio, and he really didn’t want everything to fall apart because of complications, although he couldn’t honestly see it not working. They were still Arashi after all.
“Don’t worry, Jun-kun. Me and Sho-chan had a long talk.”
He wasn’t sure what that entailed, but he supposed he would find out soon enough, especially since the doorbell just rang again.
“Come in,” Aiba tried calling out, but it took several tries from both him and Ohno before the person on the other side heard and slowly pushed their way in.
It was Sho, this time with white roses that were obviously expensive, and Jun figured that Aiba must have arranged something, because Ohno wasn’t organized enough to do so, nor Sho that romantic. And of course Nino was just too cheap (and not even there yet).
“You can put them in that vase, Sho-chan-“ Aiba started, but Jun tried to wiggle himself free, first of all because he didn’t trust Sho to do it properly, and also because if there were going to be that many flowers he needed to adjust them.
Ohno quietly whined, tightening his grip on Jun’s stomach, and Aiba did almost exactly the same, mumbling something about letting it go for another minute, and Jun really wondered if a group date was a good idea after all. Individually he could handle them and even as pairs, but once Nino got here he was pretty sure everything was going to become too much.
“Well, I thought I would show up a little early to be polite but it looks like I’m the late one,” Sho said unsurely with a forced smile as he started towards the kitchen, obviously feeling uncomfortable and trying to find a way to hide long enough to recover, but Jun certainly didn’t want him trying to do delicate things in that state and so he continued to push his way free until he was able to stand.
He gave Ohno an apologetic look and Aiba a slight glare (they were both pouting back), and then rushed to take the flowers out of Sho’s hands before he could start doing anything himself. While Sho watched him, almost as if he wasn’t mentally there yet, Jun removed the wrapping and meticulously placed each of the roses, eyeing the overall motif as he went to make sure it was turning out.
Aiba had done a pretty good job in arranging his with Ohno’s, and now that Sho’s were added it was lovely, although maybe a little too much.
“I’m really sorry, I’m just…” Sho told him under his breath, swallowing and closing his eyes for a moment as he glanced at the other two on the couch who were staring back, “Nervous, I guess,” he finished, although he didn’t say what about.
“It’s just us, Sho,” Jun automatically replied, not taking his eyes away from the bouquet and how he almost had it where he wanted it. “It’ll just be like hanging out.” In fact, Jun wasn’t even sure why this should be called a date at all, but the rest of them insisted on it, so he went along with it.
“Somehow I don’t think that’s true…” Sho replied under his breath, and Jun had finally finished enough that he realized that there was more to this than what he had originally thought, but just as he had turned to Sho with raised eyebrows there was another ring of the doorbell and Nino also let himself in without waiting.
Of course Jun wasn’t surprised that he didn’t have any flowers in hand.
“Woah, what’s this? I thought we were meeting at seven? It’s barely seven!” he exclaimed as he looked around the room and then at the clock on the wall. “You guys are cheaters! All of you! And this time I even played fair…”
“Whatever. You were probably just playing videogames and forgot,” Jun mumbled in return, since he knew that none of the other three would say anything to fight back to the bratty words.
“Was not,” Nino assured him, bounding across the room and heading straight for Jun with a smirk on his face.
Instead of ravaging him like Jun thought he might (but then again the deodorant was gone, so maybe that wasn’t unexpected), he stopped a foot short and held up his hands so that his empty palms were obvious, then rolled back his sleeves and pointedly showed his arms too before making a quick motion with his hand and pulling out a bright red carnation, apparently out of thin air.
Jun shook his head and tried as hard as he could to keep from smiling as Nino handed it over and bowed curtly, thanking him for his participation.
But he dutifully took the new flower to the vase and placed it barely off center, backing up to check his work, which was impeccable (with a little help from the others too).
And then Nino grabbed his ass and the content air was gone.
“Oh come on, not already,” Jun whined, whirling around to face the smaller man. “Stop that.”
“That’s not what you were saying last time we were here together,” Nino chuckled back (and Jun realized that, indeed, the last time Nino had been here they had been having sex on the floor), but he was smacked lightly on the head by Jun, who was getting more and more suspicious of the group date night that had been planned for him.
“Well, shall we get going, then?” he asked with apprehension, trying to work his way out of the kitchen (because he found he was being trapped between Nino and Sho and that was a little unsettling), but before he had completely escaped, Aiba was back with his winning smile, sliding his hand around Jun’s waist and pulling Ohno behind him with the other, and he giggled, “Actually, we were thinking we could have fun here first before dinner,” in a low voice.
Of course, Jun thought, but he was relieved, at least for the time being, because that meant that it really wasn’t his deodorant after all… just a coincidence. He still said, “You’re kidding me,” in an incredulous voice, though.
“Don’t worry, Jun-kun. We worked it all out,” Ohno added with a wide smile and then initiated a kiss that couldn’t be refused.
Trying to push the hand that was on his ass away (it was probably Nino’s) without looking, Jun stiffened when he felt lips on his neck and already knew he had lost even though he would still try to fight a little more.
And then Nino was squished next to Leader in front of him, undoing Jun’s pants as well as he could, and he was pretty sure those were Aiba’s hands crawling under his shirt and Sho’s taking over at his ass (because they weren’t as sure as the rest of them but still as eager).
Between four of them, his clothing went quickly, although Nino left the pants and boxers around his ankles which eventually made Jun trip, but Aiba was there to catch him and Ohno to steady him, and it was time to rotate (apparently) because after the shirt was over his head, Nino was kissing him while Ohno was pressing his lips to his shoulder and caressing his nipple on one side, running his tongue along the skin and sucking slightly when he felt like it. Jun was also pretty sure that was Aiba’s fist around his cock, making it harder with each pump, and Sho had taken to his ear, and Jun was almost afraid that he had mistaken his career and was actually a porn star with the way he was being treated.
Nino was pulling at his other nipple now and Jun was gasping for breath, losing track of who was where and what they were all doing and he was feeling a bit claustrophobic, although it wasn’t exactly a bad thing, just a little overwhelming.
And just as he thought that, two of them pulled away, Aiba tugging his own shirt over his head and then helping Ohno to do the same, and they undressed each other conservatively while Jun watched, not taking more time than they needed to. Then Nino pulled away too, leaving Sho to tentatively take over everything, and the two of them stared at each other closely, unsurely, and then they kissed slowly, as if Sho knew he couldn’t keep up with the rest of them.
But his thumbs started circling Jun’s nipples as they kissed, so if nothing else, his sense had improved at least that much.
Then with only a teasing touch on his ass as warning, Nino was back and his fingers were slick and barely warm at all and Jun was glad that no one was touching his cock or else he would have come with the additional sensation of being stretched inside like that, by Nino of all people. The brat was probably reveling in it.
“Yeah, you like that don’t you?” he added in a whisper in Jun’s ear as Sho’s kiss got more and more confident, allowing Jun to bite on that irresistible bottom lip and he wrapped his arms around the sloping shoulders for support as he spread his legs and gave in to Nino’s nonverbal demands.
“Okay, we’re ready!” Aiba’s voice was excited and he had returned to Jun’s side, his hands back on his narrow waist and he was gently pulling him away from Sho, who all of a sudden was being stubborn about letting go.
But with Nino’s help they split again, and then Jun was pushed towards the bed and suddenly faced with Ohno’s bare body, flushed and laid out in wait for him, his lips red and swollen and he was nibbling on them now while he waited, which explained their abused state.
“Jun,” he sighed, spreading his legs minutely so that his ass cheeks were visible under his erection, just like the first time they had done this. “…inside me…” he asked, although it was really only a few words instead of a full request.
He complied, though, assuming where this was going, and half crawled onto the bed to get a better angle while still leaving room for Aiba, who came right up being him, as he had anticipated.
Adding fuel to his sudden fire, Ohno let out one of his pretty moans as Jun pushed inside of him, finding him already prepared just like he himself was, and then grasped onto Jun’s sides as Aiba’s own weight pushed them both further into the mattress.
“F-fuck…” Jun let out under his breath as Aiba penetrated him in turn and his head was so dizzy from the different spots of pleasure, not only his cock and ass but the prick of Ohno’s fingernails and the softness of Aiba’s lips on his back, and it was perfect just like it had been before, only it was like the two moments had been merged into one for a heightened experience. Once again, Aiba’s cock was just the right length inside of him, touching his sweet spot, and Ohno was Ohno, squirming underneath him and biting his lips and trying not to beg for something even though he looked like he wanted to.
And then they started moving, all three of them together, and Jun didn’t even know what the fuck happened, just that he was seeing stars and hearing Ohno’s pretty moans and he pounded and was pounded and Aiba was so good at this that he was screaming whatever came to mind, including an array of declaratives and names and then he came harder than he had with any of them previously, almost afraid that he was going to pass out.
Jun collapsed as Aiba pulled out of him, leaving his hot semen behind, and tumbled to the bed, half on top of Ohno, who wrapped his arms around him protectively, the other half sinking into the blanket under them (mostly it was his head set at an odd angle).
“That was really good,” he mumbled, his eyes already closed and fatigue taking over his body, and his hair was being gently combed with a set of fingers, but there was an obvious (and very bratty) cleared throat sound behind them and Jun knew that Nino and Sho were still there and wasn’t sure whether he was looking forward to the conclusion of tonight or not.
When he didn’t pull himself up to turn around immediately Nino threatened, “Me and Sho will have sex without you,” and Jun didn’t exactly like that idea, although he knew that, if this kept up, that he would have to give up sooner or later and make Nino prove his own words… but not tonight.
Taking a deep breath, he managed to push himself off of Ohno with a moan of aching muscles, and then finally sat down on the edge of the bed to face the next round (even though he wasn’t sure that he could do it or not).
Of course Nino and Sho were both naked now too, Sho looking slightly nervous and hesitating when Nino straightforwardly headed for the bed next, but Jun’s eyes kept coming back to his adorable and slightly upset face, even though he tried avert them to other places.
“Come on, Satoshi,” Nino encouraged, trying to pull the older man off the mattress to clear some space (because it was pretty small after all), and Aiba stepped in too, easily pulling Ohno into his arms, and the two of them went to the couch together, settling in such a way so that they still had a good view of the group in the corner.
Once they were taken care of, Nino sat next to Jun on the bed, but instead of crawling all over him, pushing him down and taking advantage of him like before, a small hand was on his elbow, an almost tentative touch.
Jun turned and looked at him, a bit disturbed by the change in attitude, and Nino was looking back shyly, almost sadly, as if he knew that Jun was tired and didn’t want to push him to continue and wasn’t exactly sure that he was wanted anyway.
So in order to show that he was wanted (although, honestly, it might all be a trick on Nino’s part to get things moving again, but even if that was the case, Jun would give in because he had a weak spot for all of them, not just Sho) he slowly leaned down to kiss him on the forehead, just above his eyebrow, and slid his palm across his bare thigh on the opposite side.
“Kazu,” he whispered (because he could tell that Nino was pouting now, turning from depressed to acting unhappy about being neglected), and then lowered his face a little so that their lips were aligned but not touching, and he felt Nino’s breath catch as he focused his attention on Jun’s mouth even if he didn’t do anything himself. “I’ll take care of Kazu-chan too, so don’t worry.”
“Ass,” Nino whispered back, but gave up and finally kissed him, just filling that few millimeters between them, and as they started getting into it, Jun was reminded that Sho was there too from the weight settling on his other side.
Starting with light touches, Sho’s hands ran up his back and he started nuzzling Jun’s neck, sending shivers down his spine as he did so, and then one went down the outside of his thigh before circling his knee and coming back up on the inside, where the pale skin tingled with the movement, sending heat back to his cock.
Sho took his time with the last little bit, even though Jun opened his thighs to encourage him, and then reduced the connection to just the tips of his fingers, which teased his balls in exactly the right way, so right that Jun wondered if Sho hadn’t simply been asleep the first time they did it after all.
The kiss with Nino got sloppier as Jun got worked up again, their tongue slipping past their lips to fall out of their mouths and fumbling to stay connected, and one of Nino’s small hands tangled in his hair, grabbing onto the locks tighter than necessary, while the other pulled Jun’s to his own cock in an obvious demand.
So Jun stroked Nino too, his breath catching as Sho’s fingers moved up from his balls, and then mimicked Nino by tangling the his other hand in Sho’s hair behind him, his lips still trailing somewhere between his upper back and neck. His touch had gotten a little stronger and Jun’s thighs were trembling as he forced them to stay still.
“Ngh,” Nino let out a small noise as he released the kiss, then panted heavily as he kept their heads close together, “Macchan, I’m ready… I’m so ready right now.” His fingers were flexing in Jun’s dark hair as he spoke and his eyes were unfocused and matching the rest of his bodily behaviors.
“I’ll fuck you so hard, Kazu-chan,” he whispered back, feeling as if they were putting on a show for the rest of them, but he went with it and pushed Nino back on the bed, assuming that Sho would adjust to the change in position (and after just a second of hesitation he did).
Without being asked, Nino spread his legs and Jun brushed his fingers between them, to check, but just like Ohno he was already stretched and warm, and all he had to do was slide inside.
“Hah, Jun… it’s good,” he gasped as he arched his spine, and Jun whispered back, “You’re tight.”
And then Sho was spreading his exposed ass and with embarrassment in his voice added, "Aiba's cum is still inside of you," and Jun shuddered, feeling the other two watching them from the couch in addition to what was already going on.
“Hurry, Sho,” he begged, already completely in Nino and needing to move, but he wanted Sho too, hoping that it would be better than their last time-which it no doubt would with the addition of Nino underneath him.
“Okay… here I go,” he said before Jun was being opened and filled again, and he went slowly even though Jun didn’t want him to, but it was fine and Jun thrust just a little, back onto Sho and then forward into Nino to keep himself from going crazy.
Once they got some sort of pace going, it was obvious that Sho had gotten better than he had been, but it still wasn’t quite on target, and even though that was okay because he was making up for it by sexily kissing his back, sucking his skin lightly and breathing in deeply and moaning when it felt good, Jun still wished it was better, because he knew that Sho could do it and when he did it would be mindblowing.
And then, fuck, out of the corner of his eye Jun saw Aiba motioning for something and when he turned for a better look he saw that he was signing directions to Sho with his hands (up a little, left, no too far) while Ohno was simply staring back at Jun. He smiled when Jun caught his eye.
He pretended he hadn’t noticed anything because he really did want Sho to be as good as Aiba, and if he was willing to help, well Jun would take that help.
It was worth it because after a little adjusting, Sho hit his prostate and Jun let out a loud moan, probably louder than necessary and certainly louder than he felt like, but he wanted Sho to know that was the spot to aim for, that he had done it right.
His plan worked and Sho kept at that angle, slowing increasing his thrusts as Jun continued to respond, his moans getting more and more genuine with each passing second, and Nino reached up to pinch his nipples so hard and it was amazing, the same sensation of two different relationships coming together in only a way that they could manage.
“Yeah… Jun…” Nino gasped, reminding him he was still there and Jun tried to keep his mind intact and continue to please Nino the same way he was being pleased, but now that they were in the same mind set it was easy, and even though Jun had already come similarly earlier, his orgasm was building again.
“Nino… Sho, it feels good,” he let out through a fuzzy mind, not sure who he should be saying what to. But he wanted to encourage Sho (because he needed it), and knew that Nino would get off of anything that came out of his mouth, so that’s what he settled for. And followed up with a few curses.
Despite Sho trying so hard to please Jun (which, in and of itself was quite the turn on), it seemed like he was also enjoying himself and letting out his own noises, even though they were mostly drowned out by the other two, but Jun could hear them in his ear and could feel the hard grip on his hips, and then Nino was tightening around him.
“Ah.. Ah,” he gasped out, “Please, Jun-fuuck,” and Jun did his best to adjust his weight and move his fist to stroke Nino, and he came in his hand just after that with his whole body tensed.
Jun was close, but not quite there, so he continued to thrust deeply into him even though he was so tight and almost whimpering as his ass was abused, and Sho was speeding up behind him, whispering his name in his low voice and moaning himself and Jun swallowed and that was it.
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Jun was trying to recover. His head was light and he could barely keep his eyes open as he lay on his bed, under just one thin sheet, and watched the other four.
Of course when they were finished, it took a second for them to recuperate, but when they did, Sho immediately was engaged in conversation with Aiba (who patted Sho on the back and made some comments that Jun pretended not to hear), and at the loss of his couch partner, Ohno began getting dressed by himself.
Nino stretched lazily and started wandering around the apartment completely naked, as if he knew this would take a little while and was looking for something to keep his attention.
Once he was left alone to his own wild thoughts about the fucked up nature of all of this, Jun managed to pull over a sheet that had been disturbed (the only one that wasn’t underneath him, because then he would have to roll over or something) and instead of thinking seriously like he should have, he let his mind wander through his discarded deodorant theories and the future of all of this.
It might work. He could learn all of their personal habits and preferences and they could learn how to share him properly and they could make a schedule or something… or get a moderately sized house together. That would be nice.
Eventually, when he was dressed again, Ohno sat on the bed and smiled down at him sleepily, tenderly organizing Jun’s hair, which had gone all over the place.
“What do you want for dinner, Jun-kun?”
“Mm,” he replied, unable to form any words. He was hungry, but he really didn’t care what they ate… as long as they could get take out.
“Don’t worry. You can rest for a little while first,” Ohno replied to his grunt, and then, as if that sounded like a good idea, laid down next to Jun and wrapped his arm around him so he could rub his back gently.
“Wake me up when Nino can’t wait anymore,” Jun asked unconsciously, closing his eyes and giving into his Leader’s ministrations.
“Sure,” Ohno replied, then yawned and added, “Thanks for tonight Jun-kun. It was pretty fun.”
At that he smiled back, even though he couldn’t open his eyes, and said, “Yeah, it was. Sorry I don’t smell like sea anymore.” He was too tired to think about what he was really saying, but if he was to say something that didn’t make sense to anyone, he would choose Ohno.
First he giggled in return, then patted his head. “Jun-kun will always smell like sea to me because I love it as much as I love him.”
He wanted to ask more about that, especially Aiba’s secret love of circus marshmallows, but between Ohno’s soft voice and the gentle touch still relaxing him, Jun fell asleep without another word.
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A/N: The end! Finally!
I feel like this part was a little rushed, but that could be due to the fact that I've been able to write consistently for the past week or so (hurray!) and wanted to start working on some of the other requests, because I'm pretty far behind now (just like I thought I would be). I had to give them a sweet ending, and although I'm not sure how successful the sex was (maybe it was too much =A= ), it was fun to address all of their different quirks in one scene. (Also, a little Ohba came out, didn't it? ^_^; )
Thank you for reading and please watch for the other requests too! ^_^ And one more thanks to r_1_ss_a for her lovely donation!
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Jun/Arashi, OT5
Disclaimer: I guess Johnny’s technically owns Arashi, huh? Not me.
Summary: Jun's new deodorant has pleasant side effects.
Note: Not betaed. This is for r_1_ss_a, who donated $20 to the fundraising for Japan drive on arashi_on. Thank you so much! I finally finished!
Previous:
Fragrance Aiba/Jun
Fougère Jun/Ohno
Gourmand Jun/Nino
Aromatherapy Sho/Jun
Despite filming together, Sho still got so flustered around Jun, bright red in the face, that it took the entire afternoon for him to even approach him.
They were headed back to the dressing room, only the day after their night together, and he casually sidled up next to Jun, first with a word of gratitude for working hard, and then with a shy suggestion that go out for dinner later.
Reverting back to his old self, the timid gangly unsure one, Jun blushed and looked down at his hands with a smile, but before he could say anything, someone’s arms were wrapped around his waist and he turned around sharply to see who it was.
Of course Nino was grinning innocently, and both Aiba and Ohno were right behind him with similar smiles.
“Hey guys…” Sho started slowly, looking confused.
Nino didn’t let go of him and instead only clung tighter, resting his head against Jun’s shoulder and tucking his nose in his neck. “Hey, Sho-chan. We have some talking to do.”
First Sho looked at Nino, then at Aiba, who was also inching closer to Jun, placing a palm on his lower back with a winning grin, and then at Ohno who was looking a little oblivious about everything (he was glancing at Aiba for what they should be doing).
“See, Jun isn’t just yours,” Nino started blatantly. “But we’re willing to share, if you know what I mean,” he added even as Sho looked more confused.
“Listen, we can talk about it later, right?” Aiba added under his breath, looking around them to show that they were holding the other workers up and maybe causing a small scene.
“Yes…” Nino replied in a low voice, finally letting go of Jun (but gave him a pointed look as if that would solve something) and told him, “You can’t come.”
“Wh-“ he started to argue right away, because if they were going to talk about him, shouldn’t he be there to find out exactly what was going to happen? But Nino glared and shook his head to stop him.
“Come on,” Ohno broke in with a sweet expression, taking Jun’s hand gently and starting towards the dressing room as the other three fell into step a ways behind them. “Let’s go.”
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And then the worst possible scenario:
His deodorant was gone.
Despite knowing that this was coming, he still tried to get out anything he could, but the stick he was rubbing under his armpits on the day of his group date for Godsakes, how could this timing get any worse, was so dry that it only hurt and was creating a red mark.
And then he went into a depression, because he hadn’t had sex with any of them since the day at the studio that Nino had cornered Sho, and he should have at least taken what he could before all of this fell through his fingers.
Sitting on his bed and staring into space, Jun tried to imprint into his memory while it was still fresh Sho’s lips and Ohno’s moans and Nino’s ass and Aiba’s cock and his demeanor didn’t improve at all. Because at the very least none of them were going to be attracted to him anymore and maybe even something terrible like them forgetting what had happened would come to pass.
Shit, maybe never finding that stuff in the first place would have been better…
It was just a little while after that that his doorbell rang and Jun almost didn’t answer it… but in the end he did because he wasn’t a coward and would face this problem he had created full force. Plus, he was curious as to what would happen, even knowing that it would be bad.
It was Ohno with a soft smile and glint in his eye, holding a small bouquet of flowers in his hand.
He passed it over to Jun as he was let inside, and Jun stared at the blue petals (it was obvious they had been picked up from a small corner shop and that made him love them even more), finding his dark mood lightened… even if it didn’t completely disappear.
“Thank you, Leader,” he said gently and in reply Ohno kissed him lightly on the mouth, making Jun blush at the sweet actions. “You’re early,” he added as he turned towards the kitchen to get a vase, trying to cover up his flustered attitude, and Ohno followed a few feet behind him, never tearing his eyes away from him.
Chuckling carelessly first, he then replied, “Guess so.”
After filling it with water and adjusting the flowers, both to try to calm himself and because he wanted them to look nice, Jun finally turned back to meet Ohno’s stare and the older man came forward to pull his hand into his.
“How about we sit on the couch while we wait?” he offered, pulling Jun behind him, and it was obvious what his motives were now, and why he had come so early when usually Ohno didn’t care about time (unless it was work related).
Snuggling. Ohno adjusting Jun to his liking, pushing him against the arm rest a little, and then laid his head on his chest, immediately closing his eyes and taking a deep breath.
Was it just Jun’s imagination, or did he seem disappointed?
After a few minutes of complete silence (Jun wasn’t sure if Ohno would have made a comment if the smell was there, but it was bugging him enough that he was willing to ask), he had just opened his mouth when there was a sharp knock on his front door, follow by the bell, like the visitor had forgotten there even was one.
But it opened before Jun had to tear himself away from Ohno, and it was Aiba smiling widely in the doorway and holding more flowers, these ones a lovely shade of bright orange.
Once he took in the scene, Jun still debating if he should get up or not, Aiba motioned for him to stop and then slipped off his shoes to come inside (as if it was his own apartment instead of Jun’s), and then casually asked with a smile, “Shall I put them next to Oh-chan’s?”
“Please,” Jun responded, although he didn’t understand how Aiba guessed who they were from (other than Ohno was the only one there), and then added, “You’re early.”
“But Oh-chan’s already here,” Aiba argued as he carefully made his way into the half-kitchen and undid the packaging, standing next to the counter where the flowers were arranged and glancing over at them periodically as he worked.
“I’m not sure why,” Jun started to respond, even though he did, but Ohno shifted in his light grip and rubbed his head against his shirt and he couldn’t continue because this man was too adorable.
“It’s fine. Sho-chan should be over soon too,” Aiba explained as he added his own flowers to Ohno’s and they looked great together, small delicate blue ones against big lively orange.
When he was finished, Aiba came over to join them on the couch, somehow pushing his way onto Jun’s other side despite the cramped space, and he nosed Jun’s neck and it felt like heaven with Ohno in front of him.
“What did you guys tell Sho, anyway?” he asked lazily, feeling sleepy all of a sudden with all of this warmth surrounding him. It seemed like Sho had been the only one left out of their little group, at least as far as Jun could see upon their last meeting together at the studio, and he really didn’t want everything to fall apart because of complications, although he couldn’t honestly see it not working. They were still Arashi after all.
“Don’t worry, Jun-kun. Me and Sho-chan had a long talk.”
He wasn’t sure what that entailed, but he supposed he would find out soon enough, especially since the doorbell just rang again.
“Come in,” Aiba tried calling out, but it took several tries from both him and Ohno before the person on the other side heard and slowly pushed their way in.
It was Sho, this time with white roses that were obviously expensive, and Jun figured that Aiba must have arranged something, because Ohno wasn’t organized enough to do so, nor Sho that romantic. And of course Nino was just too cheap (and not even there yet).
“You can put them in that vase, Sho-chan-“ Aiba started, but Jun tried to wiggle himself free, first of all because he didn’t trust Sho to do it properly, and also because if there were going to be that many flowers he needed to adjust them.
Ohno quietly whined, tightening his grip on Jun’s stomach, and Aiba did almost exactly the same, mumbling something about letting it go for another minute, and Jun really wondered if a group date was a good idea after all. Individually he could handle them and even as pairs, but once Nino got here he was pretty sure everything was going to become too much.
“Well, I thought I would show up a little early to be polite but it looks like I’m the late one,” Sho said unsurely with a forced smile as he started towards the kitchen, obviously feeling uncomfortable and trying to find a way to hide long enough to recover, but Jun certainly didn’t want him trying to do delicate things in that state and so he continued to push his way free until he was able to stand.
He gave Ohno an apologetic look and Aiba a slight glare (they were both pouting back), and then rushed to take the flowers out of Sho’s hands before he could start doing anything himself. While Sho watched him, almost as if he wasn’t mentally there yet, Jun removed the wrapping and meticulously placed each of the roses, eyeing the overall motif as he went to make sure it was turning out.
Aiba had done a pretty good job in arranging his with Ohno’s, and now that Sho’s were added it was lovely, although maybe a little too much.
“I’m really sorry, I’m just…” Sho told him under his breath, swallowing and closing his eyes for a moment as he glanced at the other two on the couch who were staring back, “Nervous, I guess,” he finished, although he didn’t say what about.
“It’s just us, Sho,” Jun automatically replied, not taking his eyes away from the bouquet and how he almost had it where he wanted it. “It’ll just be like hanging out.” In fact, Jun wasn’t even sure why this should be called a date at all, but the rest of them insisted on it, so he went along with it.
“Somehow I don’t think that’s true…” Sho replied under his breath, and Jun had finally finished enough that he realized that there was more to this than what he had originally thought, but just as he had turned to Sho with raised eyebrows there was another ring of the doorbell and Nino also let himself in without waiting.
Of course Jun wasn’t surprised that he didn’t have any flowers in hand.
“Woah, what’s this? I thought we were meeting at seven? It’s barely seven!” he exclaimed as he looked around the room and then at the clock on the wall. “You guys are cheaters! All of you! And this time I even played fair…”
“Whatever. You were probably just playing videogames and forgot,” Jun mumbled in return, since he knew that none of the other three would say anything to fight back to the bratty words.
“Was not,” Nino assured him, bounding across the room and heading straight for Jun with a smirk on his face.
Instead of ravaging him like Jun thought he might (but then again the deodorant was gone, so maybe that wasn’t unexpected), he stopped a foot short and held up his hands so that his empty palms were obvious, then rolled back his sleeves and pointedly showed his arms too before making a quick motion with his hand and pulling out a bright red carnation, apparently out of thin air.
Jun shook his head and tried as hard as he could to keep from smiling as Nino handed it over and bowed curtly, thanking him for his participation.
But he dutifully took the new flower to the vase and placed it barely off center, backing up to check his work, which was impeccable (with a little help from the others too).
And then Nino grabbed his ass and the content air was gone.
“Oh come on, not already,” Jun whined, whirling around to face the smaller man. “Stop that.”
“That’s not what you were saying last time we were here together,” Nino chuckled back (and Jun realized that, indeed, the last time Nino had been here they had been having sex on the floor), but he was smacked lightly on the head by Jun, who was getting more and more suspicious of the group date night that had been planned for him.
“Well, shall we get going, then?” he asked with apprehension, trying to work his way out of the kitchen (because he found he was being trapped between Nino and Sho and that was a little unsettling), but before he had completely escaped, Aiba was back with his winning smile, sliding his hand around Jun’s waist and pulling Ohno behind him with the other, and he giggled, “Actually, we were thinking we could have fun here first before dinner,” in a low voice.
Of course, Jun thought, but he was relieved, at least for the time being, because that meant that it really wasn’t his deodorant after all… just a coincidence. He still said, “You’re kidding me,” in an incredulous voice, though.
“Don’t worry, Jun-kun. We worked it all out,” Ohno added with a wide smile and then initiated a kiss that couldn’t be refused.
Trying to push the hand that was on his ass away (it was probably Nino’s) without looking, Jun stiffened when he felt lips on his neck and already knew he had lost even though he would still try to fight a little more.
And then Nino was squished next to Leader in front of him, undoing Jun’s pants as well as he could, and he was pretty sure those were Aiba’s hands crawling under his shirt and Sho’s taking over at his ass (because they weren’t as sure as the rest of them but still as eager).
Between four of them, his clothing went quickly, although Nino left the pants and boxers around his ankles which eventually made Jun trip, but Aiba was there to catch him and Ohno to steady him, and it was time to rotate (apparently) because after the shirt was over his head, Nino was kissing him while Ohno was pressing his lips to his shoulder and caressing his nipple on one side, running his tongue along the skin and sucking slightly when he felt like it. Jun was also pretty sure that was Aiba’s fist around his cock, making it harder with each pump, and Sho had taken to his ear, and Jun was almost afraid that he had mistaken his career and was actually a porn star with the way he was being treated.
Nino was pulling at his other nipple now and Jun was gasping for breath, losing track of who was where and what they were all doing and he was feeling a bit claustrophobic, although it wasn’t exactly a bad thing, just a little overwhelming.
And just as he thought that, two of them pulled away, Aiba tugging his own shirt over his head and then helping Ohno to do the same, and they undressed each other conservatively while Jun watched, not taking more time than they needed to. Then Nino pulled away too, leaving Sho to tentatively take over everything, and the two of them stared at each other closely, unsurely, and then they kissed slowly, as if Sho knew he couldn’t keep up with the rest of them.
But his thumbs started circling Jun’s nipples as they kissed, so if nothing else, his sense had improved at least that much.
Then with only a teasing touch on his ass as warning, Nino was back and his fingers were slick and barely warm at all and Jun was glad that no one was touching his cock or else he would have come with the additional sensation of being stretched inside like that, by Nino of all people. The brat was probably reveling in it.
“Yeah, you like that don’t you?” he added in a whisper in Jun’s ear as Sho’s kiss got more and more confident, allowing Jun to bite on that irresistible bottom lip and he wrapped his arms around the sloping shoulders for support as he spread his legs and gave in to Nino’s nonverbal demands.
“Okay, we’re ready!” Aiba’s voice was excited and he had returned to Jun’s side, his hands back on his narrow waist and he was gently pulling him away from Sho, who all of a sudden was being stubborn about letting go.
But with Nino’s help they split again, and then Jun was pushed towards the bed and suddenly faced with Ohno’s bare body, flushed and laid out in wait for him, his lips red and swollen and he was nibbling on them now while he waited, which explained their abused state.
“Jun,” he sighed, spreading his legs minutely so that his ass cheeks were visible under his erection, just like the first time they had done this. “…inside me…” he asked, although it was really only a few words instead of a full request.
He complied, though, assuming where this was going, and half crawled onto the bed to get a better angle while still leaving room for Aiba, who came right up being him, as he had anticipated.
Adding fuel to his sudden fire, Ohno let out one of his pretty moans as Jun pushed inside of him, finding him already prepared just like he himself was, and then grasped onto Jun’s sides as Aiba’s own weight pushed them both further into the mattress.
“F-fuck…” Jun let out under his breath as Aiba penetrated him in turn and his head was so dizzy from the different spots of pleasure, not only his cock and ass but the prick of Ohno’s fingernails and the softness of Aiba’s lips on his back, and it was perfect just like it had been before, only it was like the two moments had been merged into one for a heightened experience. Once again, Aiba’s cock was just the right length inside of him, touching his sweet spot, and Ohno was Ohno, squirming underneath him and biting his lips and trying not to beg for something even though he looked like he wanted to.
And then they started moving, all three of them together, and Jun didn’t even know what the fuck happened, just that he was seeing stars and hearing Ohno’s pretty moans and he pounded and was pounded and Aiba was so good at this that he was screaming whatever came to mind, including an array of declaratives and names and then he came harder than he had with any of them previously, almost afraid that he was going to pass out.
Jun collapsed as Aiba pulled out of him, leaving his hot semen behind, and tumbled to the bed, half on top of Ohno, who wrapped his arms around him protectively, the other half sinking into the blanket under them (mostly it was his head set at an odd angle).
“That was really good,” he mumbled, his eyes already closed and fatigue taking over his body, and his hair was being gently combed with a set of fingers, but there was an obvious (and very bratty) cleared throat sound behind them and Jun knew that Nino and Sho were still there and wasn’t sure whether he was looking forward to the conclusion of tonight or not.
When he didn’t pull himself up to turn around immediately Nino threatened, “Me and Sho will have sex without you,” and Jun didn’t exactly like that idea, although he knew that, if this kept up, that he would have to give up sooner or later and make Nino prove his own words… but not tonight.
Taking a deep breath, he managed to push himself off of Ohno with a moan of aching muscles, and then finally sat down on the edge of the bed to face the next round (even though he wasn’t sure that he could do it or not).
Of course Nino and Sho were both naked now too, Sho looking slightly nervous and hesitating when Nino straightforwardly headed for the bed next, but Jun’s eyes kept coming back to his adorable and slightly upset face, even though he tried avert them to other places.
“Come on, Satoshi,” Nino encouraged, trying to pull the older man off the mattress to clear some space (because it was pretty small after all), and Aiba stepped in too, easily pulling Ohno into his arms, and the two of them went to the couch together, settling in such a way so that they still had a good view of the group in the corner.
Once they were taken care of, Nino sat next to Jun on the bed, but instead of crawling all over him, pushing him down and taking advantage of him like before, a small hand was on his elbow, an almost tentative touch.
Jun turned and looked at him, a bit disturbed by the change in attitude, and Nino was looking back shyly, almost sadly, as if he knew that Jun was tired and didn’t want to push him to continue and wasn’t exactly sure that he was wanted anyway.
So in order to show that he was wanted (although, honestly, it might all be a trick on Nino’s part to get things moving again, but even if that was the case, Jun would give in because he had a weak spot for all of them, not just Sho) he slowly leaned down to kiss him on the forehead, just above his eyebrow, and slid his palm across his bare thigh on the opposite side.
“Kazu,” he whispered (because he could tell that Nino was pouting now, turning from depressed to acting unhappy about being neglected), and then lowered his face a little so that their lips were aligned but not touching, and he felt Nino’s breath catch as he focused his attention on Jun’s mouth even if he didn’t do anything himself. “I’ll take care of Kazu-chan too, so don’t worry.”
“Ass,” Nino whispered back, but gave up and finally kissed him, just filling that few millimeters between them, and as they started getting into it, Jun was reminded that Sho was there too from the weight settling on his other side.
Starting with light touches, Sho’s hands ran up his back and he started nuzzling Jun’s neck, sending shivers down his spine as he did so, and then one went down the outside of his thigh before circling his knee and coming back up on the inside, where the pale skin tingled with the movement, sending heat back to his cock.
Sho took his time with the last little bit, even though Jun opened his thighs to encourage him, and then reduced the connection to just the tips of his fingers, which teased his balls in exactly the right way, so right that Jun wondered if Sho hadn’t simply been asleep the first time they did it after all.
The kiss with Nino got sloppier as Jun got worked up again, their tongue slipping past their lips to fall out of their mouths and fumbling to stay connected, and one of Nino’s small hands tangled in his hair, grabbing onto the locks tighter than necessary, while the other pulled Jun’s to his own cock in an obvious demand.
So Jun stroked Nino too, his breath catching as Sho’s fingers moved up from his balls, and then mimicked Nino by tangling the his other hand in Sho’s hair behind him, his lips still trailing somewhere between his upper back and neck. His touch had gotten a little stronger and Jun’s thighs were trembling as he forced them to stay still.
“Ngh,” Nino let out a small noise as he released the kiss, then panted heavily as he kept their heads close together, “Macchan, I’m ready… I’m so ready right now.” His fingers were flexing in Jun’s dark hair as he spoke and his eyes were unfocused and matching the rest of his bodily behaviors.
“I’ll fuck you so hard, Kazu-chan,” he whispered back, feeling as if they were putting on a show for the rest of them, but he went with it and pushed Nino back on the bed, assuming that Sho would adjust to the change in position (and after just a second of hesitation he did).
Without being asked, Nino spread his legs and Jun brushed his fingers between them, to check, but just like Ohno he was already stretched and warm, and all he had to do was slide inside.
“Hah, Jun… it’s good,” he gasped as he arched his spine, and Jun whispered back, “You’re tight.”
And then Sho was spreading his exposed ass and with embarrassment in his voice added, "Aiba's cum is still inside of you," and Jun shuddered, feeling the other two watching them from the couch in addition to what was already going on.
“Hurry, Sho,” he begged, already completely in Nino and needing to move, but he wanted Sho too, hoping that it would be better than their last time-which it no doubt would with the addition of Nino underneath him.
“Okay… here I go,” he said before Jun was being opened and filled again, and he went slowly even though Jun didn’t want him to, but it was fine and Jun thrust just a little, back onto Sho and then forward into Nino to keep himself from going crazy.
Once they got some sort of pace going, it was obvious that Sho had gotten better than he had been, but it still wasn’t quite on target, and even though that was okay because he was making up for it by sexily kissing his back, sucking his skin lightly and breathing in deeply and moaning when it felt good, Jun still wished it was better, because he knew that Sho could do it and when he did it would be mindblowing.
And then, fuck, out of the corner of his eye Jun saw Aiba motioning for something and when he turned for a better look he saw that he was signing directions to Sho with his hands (up a little, left, no too far) while Ohno was simply staring back at Jun. He smiled when Jun caught his eye.
He pretended he hadn’t noticed anything because he really did want Sho to be as good as Aiba, and if he was willing to help, well Jun would take that help.
It was worth it because after a little adjusting, Sho hit his prostate and Jun let out a loud moan, probably louder than necessary and certainly louder than he felt like, but he wanted Sho to know that was the spot to aim for, that he had done it right.
His plan worked and Sho kept at that angle, slowing increasing his thrusts as Jun continued to respond, his moans getting more and more genuine with each passing second, and Nino reached up to pinch his nipples so hard and it was amazing, the same sensation of two different relationships coming together in only a way that they could manage.
“Yeah… Jun…” Nino gasped, reminding him he was still there and Jun tried to keep his mind intact and continue to please Nino the same way he was being pleased, but now that they were in the same mind set it was easy, and even though Jun had already come similarly earlier, his orgasm was building again.
“Nino… Sho, it feels good,” he let out through a fuzzy mind, not sure who he should be saying what to. But he wanted to encourage Sho (because he needed it), and knew that Nino would get off of anything that came out of his mouth, so that’s what he settled for. And followed up with a few curses.
Despite Sho trying so hard to please Jun (which, in and of itself was quite the turn on), it seemed like he was also enjoying himself and letting out his own noises, even though they were mostly drowned out by the other two, but Jun could hear them in his ear and could feel the hard grip on his hips, and then Nino was tightening around him.
“Ah.. Ah,” he gasped out, “Please, Jun-fuuck,” and Jun did his best to adjust his weight and move his fist to stroke Nino, and he came in his hand just after that with his whole body tensed.
Jun was close, but not quite there, so he continued to thrust deeply into him even though he was so tight and almost whimpering as his ass was abused, and Sho was speeding up behind him, whispering his name in his low voice and moaning himself and Jun swallowed and that was it.
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Jun was trying to recover. His head was light and he could barely keep his eyes open as he lay on his bed, under just one thin sheet, and watched the other four.
Of course when they were finished, it took a second for them to recuperate, but when they did, Sho immediately was engaged in conversation with Aiba (who patted Sho on the back and made some comments that Jun pretended not to hear), and at the loss of his couch partner, Ohno began getting dressed by himself.
Nino stretched lazily and started wandering around the apartment completely naked, as if he knew this would take a little while and was looking for something to keep his attention.
Once he was left alone to his own wild thoughts about the fucked up nature of all of this, Jun managed to pull over a sheet that had been disturbed (the only one that wasn’t underneath him, because then he would have to roll over or something) and instead of thinking seriously like he should have, he let his mind wander through his discarded deodorant theories and the future of all of this.
It might work. He could learn all of their personal habits and preferences and they could learn how to share him properly and they could make a schedule or something… or get a moderately sized house together. That would be nice.
Eventually, when he was dressed again, Ohno sat on the bed and smiled down at him sleepily, tenderly organizing Jun’s hair, which had gone all over the place.
“What do you want for dinner, Jun-kun?”
“Mm,” he replied, unable to form any words. He was hungry, but he really didn’t care what they ate… as long as they could get take out.
“Don’t worry. You can rest for a little while first,” Ohno replied to his grunt, and then, as if that sounded like a good idea, laid down next to Jun and wrapped his arm around him so he could rub his back gently.
“Wake me up when Nino can’t wait anymore,” Jun asked unconsciously, closing his eyes and giving into his Leader’s ministrations.
“Sure,” Ohno replied, then yawned and added, “Thanks for tonight Jun-kun. It was pretty fun.”
At that he smiled back, even though he couldn’t open his eyes, and said, “Yeah, it was. Sorry I don’t smell like sea anymore.” He was too tired to think about what he was really saying, but if he was to say something that didn’t make sense to anyone, he would choose Ohno.
First he giggled in return, then patted his head. “Jun-kun will always smell like sea to me because I love it as much as I love him.”
He wanted to ask more about that, especially Aiba’s secret love of circus marshmallows, but between Ohno’s soft voice and the gentle touch still relaxing him, Jun fell asleep without another word.
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A/N: The end! Finally!
I feel like this part was a little rushed, but that could be due to the fact that I've been able to write consistently for the past week or so (hurray!) and wanted to start working on some of the other requests, because I'm pretty far behind now (just like I thought I would be). I had to give them a sweet ending, and although I'm not sure how successful the sex was (maybe it was too much =A= ), it was fun to address all of their different quirks in one scene. (Also, a little Ohba came out, didn't it? ^_^; )
Thank you for reading and please watch for the other requests too! ^_^ And one more thanks to r_1_ss_a for her lovely donation!