Meg is a total h0r
Nov. 26th, 2008 04:26 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ciircee…a very, very, very fantastically awesome h0r. For those of you who don't know Hooker!Jun (and therefore do not understand the fantastically awesome link) you can find out about that here. In my opinion? Much like the Mythbusters thing, Meg totally called this.
Okay, Google-doc ate ALL the spaces on thirteen pages of porno. EVERY space. So if you see something horrifically wrong, let me know. Otherwise I'll go over this again tomorrow or something and fix anything I find. I just can't look at the screen anymore without my eyes bleeding.
And so, we begin.
"They have to leave," said Sho.
"It's all right," said Ohno.
"We'll keep you company," purred Nino, his hand sliding up under Sho's shirt.
"We were dancing," said Sho, a little drunk, a little lost, but mostly a lot turned on. Somebody had a thigh over his hip—Nino or Ohno he couldn't tell and, surprisingly, didn't care.
"We know," said Ohno. "We were watching."
"I wasn't watching," Nino said with a little shudder. Or it might have been Sho that shuddered; Nino's hand had moved over his side underneath his shirt and the rough-soft edge of his guitar calluses had sent shivers down Sho's spine.
"I was watching and telling Nino about the parts that didn't include Jun," Ohno corrected obediently. He carded his fingers through Sho's hair, his fingers close against Sho's scalp. It felt different from Ohno's usual not-quite-distracted petting; he always paid attention but this time it wasn't to how Sho's hair felt.
Sho sucked on his lower lip for a moment, looking at Ohno and Nino from underneath his lashes. "I wanted to dance more," he said as Ohno's fingers traced the way his hair fell around his ear.
"Oh-chan and I like to dance," said Nino. His hand withdrew from Sho's shirt and moved up, the pads of his fingers pressing against Sho's lips, moving slickly. "In private." His hand moved up again, touching Ohno's mouth.
"Nino gets limp-wristed and flail-y when he dances," said Ohno. Nino pinched his ear. Ohno turned his head and caught Nino's fingers in his mouth, biting gently before letting go. "It's kinda sexy sometimes."
Sho watched the byplay with a mounting sense of frustration. "Can we just dance?" he asked as Nino and Ohno rubbed noses.
"Poor Sho-chan," Nino cooed, turning to him immediately. "Are we neglecting you?"
Ohno shifted and Sho felt the hard ridge of his erection for a dizzyingly short second. "Yes."
"Sorry," apologized Ohno. He didn't sound like he meant it but in the next moment his mouth was on Sho's, soft and hot, tasting like tequila and ginger ale. His tongue swept in like it owned him and Sho forgave him for not being sorry at all.
It helped considerably that there was a hand firm on his ass, idly tracing the bottom edges of his back pockets.
"Instead of dancing," said Nino, his words humid on the rim of Sho's ear, "let's find a bed and Oh-chan and I will do things to you that would make a porn star blush."
Distantly Sho thought that this was the sort of statement that should make him run like Aiba's boss was hot on his heels. There was a reason for that, he thought, some part of that was not as good as it sounded… But, before he could figure out what it was, the hand on his ass slipped between his legs and cupped his balls. "Okay," he said breathlessly, pushing back minutely into that touch.
"Great!" said Nino and Sho found himself shoved bodily out of the warm, cramped booth.
"There's something really wrong about this," said Sho, following Nino as Nino wended his way towards the door, leading him by the hand.
"What?" asked Nino, sly voiced and serene as they stepped into the dark of the parking lot. Their fingers tangled as Nino turned to him, leaning into him. "Making out with Aiba and Jun and going on to me and Oh-chan right after?"
Sho glared at him. Or, rather, Sho tried to glare at him but failed because Ohno had stepped in close behind him, his hands treading at Sho's hips. "Yes," Sho said with as much non-sexual heat as he could muster.
"Well," said Nino sensibly, "that's what you get for hanging out with my hooker roommate, me and my pervert boyfriend, and Aiba."
"Aiba doesn't get a description?" asked Ohno, his breath hot on the nape of Sho's neck. He sounded disappointed.
"All of his shirts are made more out of filthy, sexy promises than actual textiles" Nino pointed out, "therefore I feel that 'Aiba' is descriptive enough as it is." Nino untangled their fingers, trailing his up the back of Sho's hand, circling them around his wrist. "But Aiba," said Nino lowly "is a tease. Just look at the state he left our poor Sho-sho in." Nino's circled fingers slid up his forearm and back down, slow and easy.
"And poor Sho-chan had a bad day," Ohno murmured in agreement. One hand left Sho's hip and settled over Nino's, stroking with him. "Such a bad, bad day."
They were moving across the parking lot; Sho knew this because he could hear the sounds of the club getting fainter, the sounds of their steps and their breathing getting louder. Nino's and Ohno's hands continue to move on him: light and soft on the way up, tighter and faster on the way back down, a brush of thumb over the inside of his wrist. It was as slow and suggestive as sin. "Why don't I trust you two?" Sho asked sincerely.
Nino crowded him up against the passenger door of a car (and it took Sho a moment longer than it should have to realize that it was, in fact, Nino's Pajero) and nipped the point of chin, one hand sliding under the hem of his shirt and tugging at his navel ring as he did so. "Sho-chan is so mean," he said, laughing lowly. "But I'll play nice with him anyway."
Sho groaned as Nino pressed a hand to the bulge in his jeans, the heel of his hand rubbing hard at the head of his cock for a moment before drifting up to toy with his belt buckle. "Nino," he moaned, his head dropping back against the car. "Nino!" he gasped a second later, his hand shooting out to grab Nino's.
"What?" asked Nino, looking a little cross at the way Sho was stopping him from getting Sho's pants open any farther.
Sho risked a quick look down at where Nino's hands were curled around the two halves of his open fly, thumbs hooked into the waistband of Sho's underpants, pulling them down. His own hands were holding Nino's wrists tightly in place. He was a little surprised at how much he liked the sight. "We're in a parking lot," was what he said.
"It's dark," Nino responded.
"I like it," opined Ohno. His arms came around Nino's waist, his hands sliding over Nino's skin and onto Sho's own. "Very pretty. If I had my camera, I'd take a picture."
The thought of Ohno with his camera, photographing Nino's hands on his body, was more arousing than Sho was really comfortable with, sending strange heat through him, loosening his muscles and pulling a faint sound from him.
Nino took advantage of his momentary distraction and Sho regained his grip a second too late. When he looked down between them he had to close his eyes for a second. Yup, he thought a little wildly, that's my cock in his hand, right here in the middle of the parking lot. Out in the open air.
"That's very pretty, too," said Ohno.
"You should feel him," Nino said. His voice had dropped, lower and rougher than just moments ago. "He's so hot, Oh-chan, and he's already wet." Nino stroked him, one long pull.
"Don't," Sho managed say.
"Do," returned Nino. He leaned closer and Sho could feel the hem of Nino's t-shirt brush against the sensitive tip of his cock. "You want me to." His hand tightened and his wrist twisted.
They were going to get arrested, thought Sho. Nino was going to give him a handjob against the side of his car and they were going to get caught because even now Sho could still hear the club, the cars on the nearby street. They were going to get arrested and they'd have to call Aiba and Jun to post their bail. He'd lose his job and Jun would go back to hooking and Aiba would take up hooking to stay near Jun and Ohno would bring up the incident at gallery openings or something while Nino smirked nearby.
"Nino," said Ohno. He sounded like he was laughing and when Sho risked opening an eye to look, Ohno was smiling at him over Nino's shoulder. He smiled wider and then dipped his head to kiss Nino's neck. "Ni~no."
Nino made an indistinct sound, something caught between an irritated huff and a whimper and then his hand went slack. "I suppose you're right," he said, tipping his head onto Ohno's shoulder. "He wanted it, though."
Ohno made a humming sound of agreement. "I know, but you promised him porn-star blushing. Now let's let go of him and get in the car, okay?"
"I'm not a little kid with a lollipop," Nino grumbled, but he did let go of Sho's cock, pinching the head light and lightening quick before he took his hand away.
"Sho-pop," said Ohno musingly. He caught Nino's hand and, holding Sho's eyes, lifted it to his mouth, swiping his tongue over Nino's palm before sliding his lips over his index finger. Sho jerked his eyes away from Ohno's only to find Nino looking at him too, heat in his eyes.
"Is it good?" Nino asked huskily.
Sho wasn't sure to whom he was addressing the question but Ohno answered it anyway. "Major yum," he said, letting go of Nino's finger with a wet sound. "Very, very major yum."
"Oh, good," Sho said faintly. Being arrested didn't sound so bad anymore.
"Very good," Nino agreed, stepping back with a low laugh. "Oh-chan, put him in the back and blow him while I get us home, all right?"
"Okay," Ohno agreed, reaching past Sho to find the door handle.
"I am not going to come in the backseat of your car," Sho protested as Ohno pushed him backwards.
"Who said he was going to let you come?" cackled Nino.
"I'm not going to let you come," confirmed Ohno, climbing into the car after Sho and letting Nino close the door for him. "Sorry," he added. He propped his chin on Sho's left knee. "You're really cute."
Sho looked down at himself as Nino got into the driver's seat and started the car. His pants were still open and his underwear were still shoved down far enough that his cock was still out. He'd also automatically buckled his seatbelt. "I look ridiculous," he sighed.
"No, no, it's cute," Nino assured him from the front seat. "Oh-chan has a very good eye for cute things."
Ohno grinned up at him. "Nino's hands are cute," he said. "And Sho-chan is cute." He was still grinning as he sucked the head of Sho's cock into his mouth. No adjusting the angle, no preliminary licks, just the sudden wet heat of Ohno's mouth on him, surrounding him.
"God," said Sho fervently. "Oh my god." Ohno made a sound that could have been a laugh and the vibration went straight to Sho's spine, like a thrill of electricity. "Oh my god," Sho repeated.
"You rang?" Nino asked from the front seat and Ohno did the could-be-laugh again and Sho forgot that Nino was there and that he didn't want to come in the backseat of his car.
For a man who was so consistently silent, Ohno had a very talented mouth, Sho decided as he buried his hands in Ohno's hair. It was more or less just to hold on to something, some part of the world, while Ohno sent his mind rocketing into outer space because Ohno was skilled. He seemed to know just the right amount of suction, how to keep it on that border of 'enough' and 'too much', a painful sort of pleasure. And his tongue…maybe all the words he never said translated into 'fantastic blowjob-ese'. The firm lick that swirled around the head of his cock was all the times Ohno could have told Nino to stop introducing Jun as 'my hooker roommate'. The way his tongue fluttered against the large vein on the underside of his cock could have come from the times when Ohno had stared at him instead of laughing at his jokes. Ohno Satoshi could remain silent forever and Sho wouldn't care as long as he just kept doing what he was doing.
Ohno lifted his head. "Nino asked you a question, Sho-chan," he said.
Sho gaped down at him. Ohno nodded pleasantly in Nino's direction.
"So, what do you think?" Nino asked and Sho looked up to the front of the car to see that Nino had stopped at a red-light and was half-turned in the seat, looking at him.
"What?"
Nino rolled his eyes, an effect entirely ruined by the fact that he was grinning wickedly, obviously pleased with himself. "I said we've got three choices of beds tonight…"
"Not my place," said Sho. Sho cherished his space and he knew instinctively that once they got in, getting Ohno and Nino out would be impossible. They'd feel free to invite themselves in all the time. It wasn't the sort of commitment he was ready for. He'd never owned a pet before.
"We can't go to mine," said Ohno. "My big penis is blocking the bedroom door."
"Your..." said Sho.
"What were you thinking putting that there?" Nino wanted to know.
Ohno's face wrinkled. "I was following the sunlight. Moving it around too much right now would damage it and I don't have the clay to fix it again."
"Your..." repeated Sho, blinking and blinking at Ohno.
"My big penis," Ohno supplied helpfully. "It's blocking the door."
"He's got a class in 'usage art'," explained Nino, giving his boyfriend an adoring look. "He made a giant dick out of clay—"
"It's not all clay," injected Ohno, "just the outside. The interior shape is made of concrete form tubes."
"—and once the foreskin is finished we're going to slide it into the fist Oh-chan already has on his wall and it's going to be a sofa," finished Nino.
Sho looked down at Ohno. "And that's going to be comfortable...how?"
"Well, I'm going to make cushions out of starch syrup and clear beanbag plastic," said Ohno, "so that it looks like lube squishing up between the fingers."
"And I'm going to sit in Oh-chan's lap. But right now," said Nino cheerfully, "it's giving a whole new meaning to the phrase 'cock-blocked'. Looks like we're going to my place; if we get lucky Aiba will follow Jun home to fuck him and then, when Jun rejects him because he is an uptight hooker with a complex, we can nab him."
"That sounds nice," said Ohno agreeably.
"That…" said Sho, thinking it was probably really wrong to picture dragging Aiba down onto a bed with himself and Nino and Ohno in it. Wrong, but Aiba could kiss like a dream and if the dance floor had proved anything it was that Aiba could really move when he wanted to.
"Less talking, more sucking," said Nino, interrupting Sho's train of thought, pushing at Ohno's shoulder as the light turned green. "Sho-chan is starting to look aware of things other than his dick, your mouth, and my bed."
"Ohno," Sho murmured as Ohno ducked his head again. He bit his lip, holding back a moan. "Satoshi."
"No," Ohno's voice was muffled and indistinct but when he looked up his eyes were hot and sharp. "Let him listen," he said, his voice so quiet that Sho had to strain to hear it over the blood pounding in his ears. "I want him to hear you."
As Ohno lowered his head again, still watching Sho avidly, Sho only hoped that Nino wouldn't crash the car.
The apartment that Nino and Jun shared wasn't far from the club; at least not geographically speaking. By the time the car parked, however, Sho was certain that the drive had taken at least a year. Maybe more. He couldn't move. Ohno's had a hand hard on his hip, the other covering the seatbelt release, and his mouth was moving with agonizing slowness and attention to detail. Sho only knew that the car had stopped because Nino was suddenly there, pulling Ohno back by the collar of his shirt.
"Get your pants back on," he said to Sho as he yanked Ohno out of the car.
Somewhere, Sho thought, in a place that was not the back seat of Nino's Pajero, was Nino's apartment with Nino's bed where he could make Ohno finish him. Or make Nino start. Or both. He just had to get his pants on again. He found the release button by pure chance and the tab of his zipper only because it was right next to his throbbing erection. Getting his pants closed, zipped, and buttoned over the hard length of himself was made doubly difficult by Ohno and Nino kissing outside the car.
It was almost claustrophobic, the way they kissed. Their legs were entwined, woven together from tennis shoes to thighs. Their hips were locked tight against each other, their fingers tangled through each other's belt loops. Chest to chest, mouths working together with deep intensity, they looked like they were trying to become one person. Even their voices slipped into each other, individual tones blurred out by heat and want.
"…taste him…" one of them mumbled, a broken sentence from the middle of a kiss.
Sho sucked in a hard breath and struggled his zipper painfully up. Even his own hands felt too good on him.
"Wanna lick him off of you," whispered somebody.
Sho swore, fumbling with his belt.
"Need a hand, Sho-sho?" asked Nino, all sharp smiles.
"No," said Sho, "I don't need anybody's hand right now; I need help with my belt."
Nino grinned at him, pleased with Sho's quick shut-down. "Oh-chan, the honors if you please." He gestured at Sho and then stepped away as Ohno came forward.
"Hold still," Ohno cautioned as he took Sho's belt buckle in hand and Sho had a single second in which to be very afraid. With a little grin, Ohno pulled and there was a hiss and a resounding crack and then Ohno was standing there, with Sho's belt in his hand. "That's real leather, huh, Sho-chan," he said admiringly.
Nino snickered as he grabbed Sho's hand, pulling him out of the car. But Sho was ready for him, determined to stand a little ground with two guys who were both shorter and smaller than he was. He used Nino's hold to twist him around, one arm locked behind his back, urging him up on the balls of his feet, and kissed him hard. He felt Nino twist against him and grabbed a handful of hair, thinking hold still. Only when he was sure that Nino was out of breath did he let go of his mouth. He kept his grip on Nino's hair, using it to drag Nino's head back so that he could trace the long line of his neck with his tongue. He stopped just above the hollow of his throat, fastening his lips there and sucking hard. Nino gasped and then went rigid in his arms; a second later he shoved himself free of Sho's hold, glaring hard before turning on his heel and stalking toward the building.
"…eh?" said Sho, staring after him.
"Good job," said Ohno.
"I didn't mean to make him mad. And what the hell made him so angry?"
Ohno smiled lazily at him. "He's not mad," he said. "He's just afraid that he's going to jump you in the parking lot."
"Ah, I se—no, I don't see," Sho frowned. "Jerking me off in the other parking lot was fine but kissing in this one isn't?"
"In the other parking lot, Nino wasn't so worked up," explained Ohno, linking his arm with Sho's and following after his boyfriend. "He's seriously thinking about fucking right here." Ohno gave him a beam-y smile. "Pushing Nino's buttons can be a little hard because he's kind of fickle. That's why I said 'good job'."
Nino was waiting for them in the elevator, holding the door; he was tense and fidgety which Sho thought was generally Nino's natural state of being—minus the fact that he was visibly aroused.
When he reached for him, Nino sidestepped. "There're cameras," he said shortly, jabbing at the button for their floor repeatedly.
"I think they're our fault," said Ohno apologetically.
"Right," said Sho. After the parking lot, the car, and the parking lot he could believe it. Mindful of the cameras, he crossed his wrists in front of his zipper, trying to appear a little more dignified. Ohno's t-shirt and the unbuttoned dress shirt he was wearing over it camouflaged his erection, though Sho thought that Ohno's habitual slouch probably helped. Nino was jittering next to the panel of buttons, his fingers tapping restlessly against his pockets, very clearly hard and doing nothing at all to hide it. Sho thought about asking Nino if he was capable of being discreet but rejected the idea almost immediately. Nino would only say 'no', anyhow.
It was a little surprising when Ohno was the first out of the elevator, his feet a staccato beat on the worn floor of Nino's hallway. Sho stepped out, expecting Nino to plaster himself to his back. When it didn't happen, when Nino just planted both hands in the middle of Sho's back and pushed him forward, Sho asked, "Cameras?"
"Yes," hissed Nino.
"Door's open," said Ohno. Sho thought that he and Nino might have both said 'thank you' at the same time but he wasn't sure because Nino had pushed him over the threshold and he'd nearly tripped over his own feet.
Completely out of habit, Sho sat down to take off his shoes. It was either the worst idea he'd ever had or the best because in less than a second, before he could even reach for his shoes, Ohno straddled his lap and kissed him. He kissed like he sucked cock—deliberate and slow. Sho forgot about his shoes and wrapped his arms around Ohno's waist. He could feel Nino tugging at him but there was absolutely nothing he could do about it.
"Quit whimpering," Nino said, rapping him smartly over the head, "and lift up your feet so I can get your stupid shoes off."
Sho lifted his feet and toppled over as he failed to correct for Ohno's balance against him. He landed on his back and Ohno landed against his chest and, much more significantly, against his cock. He whimpered again, Ohno purred into his mouth, and Nino let out something that sounded like a growl. Ohno quit kissing him to chuckle. "My shoes too, Nino," he requested sweetly.
Nino snarled and Sho went back to kissing Ohno, trying to rock his hips up against him while Nino poked and prodded and pulled at them both. He lost himself in it for a while until Nino's pokes started to interfere with his concentration. "Stop that," he muttered, trying to catch Ohno's mouth again.
"God damn it, Sakurai," said Nino in aggrieved exasperation. "Could you let him lift up for two seconds?"
Sho thought about where Ohno's weight was pressing deliciously against him. "No," he said. Nino swore and then so did Sho as Nino's hands delved between his body and Ohno's, wrestling with the painfully constricting denim and metal that kept him from feeling the heat of Nino's hands again. "Okay, maybe," he amended.
Ohno laughed and sat up, trapping Nino's hand against Sho's hard-on. "We should go to the bedroom," he suggested.
Nino was still in a way that Sho could feel, a thinking stillness, and then he heaved a resigned sigh, his hand slipping away. "We'd better strip in there, too. Heaven forbid we should get naked as soon as possible." Ohno stood and Sho could see Nino rolling his eyes.
"Well," Ohno said fairly, "you knew Jun-kun had laundry issues when the two of you moved in together."
Nino snorted.
"I want my pants off," Sho declared. They were too start-and-stop and he'd been hard for what felt like forever.
"Me too," said Nino. He and Ohno both reached down and Sho let them pull him to his feet. "But the last thing anybody wants is for Princess Matsumoto to burst in while we're in the middle of you."
Sho blinked. "What?"
"Shut up," Nino said, back to pushing him around. "Just enjoy it."
"Wait," said Sho, turning.
Ohno smiled guilelessly at him, planted a hand on his chest, and pushed him over. Sho landed on Nino's unmade bed with a thump. "We don't want to," he said.
"But," said Sho.
"No." Nino crawled up his body, already shirtless, and kissed him lightly. "Trust me, you'll be begging by the end of it." As he spoke his hands were inching Sho's shirt up, the upward progress stalling momentarily as Nino got side tracked by touching his chest. "Nice," he purred, dusting another light kiss over Sho's mouth. "Somebody is going to lick come off of it later."
Sho felt Ohno settle between his parted legs, close enough to feel the heat but not close enough to rub up against. "Nino," Ohno said, kissing the mark that Sho had left on Nino's neck. Ohno's lips drifted up to Nino's ear and Sho didn't know if he actually said any words but Nino nodded and went back to working Sho's shirt up and off.
Nino grinned, sly and fox-like, and tossed Sho's shirt across the room. Then he stopped dead, eyes fixed on Sho's torso. "Fuck."
Sho pushed himself up on his elbows. "What?"
Nino remained unmoving. "Is that…" he said.
Sho blinked and focused on his bellybutton. "The incredibly cheap, absolutely fake ruby belly ring that you gave me after I made you swear up and down to me that it did not come from any area of Johnny's?" he asked. "Yes, yes it is."
"Red suits Sho-chan," Ohno said, his delicate fingers drifting over the fake gemstone.
Nino shivered. "I got it on clearance with Jun's leftover change after I bought his girly hair care products with two coupons and a rain-check," he said, his voice dropping into a low moan.
"Cheap turns Nino on," Ohno said cheerfully as Nino curled himself around Sho's body and ran his tongue over the piercing.
"Fuck," said Sho. The dark fall of Nino's hair was blocking the view but he could feel every minute tug on the little barbell and Nino's faint moans were buzzing against his skin. "Fuck," he repeated, burying his hands in Nino's hair. "Oh, fuck, don't suck on it." Nino's head came up, his face hot and possessive and Sho slammed his eyes shut and fell back against the bed. "Whatever."
Ohno was laughing again, quiet little chortles that made Sho want to smile even as his boyfriend's mouth made him want to keep swearing. "Lift up," he instructed. His hands slid over Sho's hips, pressing illustratively upwards.
Sho lifted and felt his jeans slide down. He wasn't sure when Ohno had finished getting them open; he hadn't even felt his hands on him at all. "Please," he muttered hoarsely, lifting his hips again in silent entreaty.
"Nino will," Ohno said softly. His hands covered Sho's in Nino's hair, pressing Nino down. Nino's moans slid over his skin like silk, like the leather crack of his belt, like Ohno's dark little smile. "He likes it," he said. "Sometimes it feels like I could come forever in his mouth and he'd let me." Sho groaned as Nino's mouth found him, his sharp tongue no more forgiving on his cock than it was on anything else.
He thrust up into the humid warmth of Nino's mouth and lost his breath at how Nino just let him. More than let him, he thought hazily as his hips jerked against the pulse of Nino's tongue as it worked him. With a hand on his hip Nino was encouraging him. Nino wanted it and that thought nearly did it for him. "Yeah," he moaned. "Just like that…just a little more…"
"Kazu, you want a condom?" Ohno's voice only got through to Sho's brain because Nino had stopped.
Nino had stopped and was sitting back on his knees, tapping his fingers against his chin. His lips were damp and swollen. "Not now," he said at last. He smiled at Ohno, his finger lighting on Ohno's cheek and tapping out the same rhythm there. "You wanna know what Sho's cock tastes like in my mouth?" he asked. Ohno grinned at him, leaning in and kissing him, their tongues moving together slickly in the open air before their lips met.
"Come on," said Sho. He tugged at Nino's arm. "Nino, come on."
Ohno let go of Nino's mouth with a faint sound. "He sounds serious," he said.
"Mmhm," Nino agreed. "Come up here for a kiss, first," he said to Sho.
"Come down here," Sho asked quietly. If Nino came down, Sho knew what would happen. If he sat up there was no telling what he'd get.
Nino rolled his eyes. "Come up here," he repeated, holding out his hand. He pursed his lips when Sho didn't move (and that nearly broke him, watching Nino's mouth move like that) and then smiled, tipping a look in Ohno's direction. "Come up here and taste Oh-chan," he invited. The hand he'd been holding out dropped and Sho followed its path to the open fly of Ohno's pants. Ohno caught the waistband of his pants and underwear and pushed them down. Sho had a brief glimpse of Ohno's cock, dark red and thick, the head shining invitingly, before Nino's hand interrupted his view.
Sho looked from Nino's hand moving on Ohno's flesh to Ohno's face, his eyes fluttering with each stroke. He struggled up to his knees, his belly tight to the point of hurting with sheer lust. "One taste," he whispered as Nino's fingers traced his lips before slipping inside. Hot, bitter-salt washed over his tongue, the pure taste of sex and Sho closed his eyes, shuddering hard.
That was when Ohno made his move. Sho felt a cool, slick touch down his tailbone and stiffened automatically, but too late. One of Ohno's fingers had slipped inside of him before he'd even really noticed. "Wait," he whispered dizzily, twisting to face Ohno. "Wait."
"It's okay," Nino soothed him, catching his chin and pulling him back into a series of tiny, nipping kisses. "Oh-chan has beautiful hands."
Which didn't make any sense to Sho until Ohno moved his hand and set off a chain reaction of electricity, made lightening gather at the base of his spine. He heard himself let out a broken cry as though he were far away from the unfamiliar, too-present pleasure in his body. "Oh," he panted, shaking.
"That's right, baby," Nino murmured, cupping his face. "Just let Oh-chan and me take care of you."
Sho's focus was split between Nino dropping to his knees at the side of the bed and Ohno's finger moving inside him in slow, short strokes. "I can't," he gasped as Nino nuzzled his cheek against the head of his cock, the faint rasp of stubble nearly unbearable and not nearly enough. "Please," he moaned as Ohno's hand withdrew. "I want…please…"
"Don't worry, he will," promised Nino just before he slid his mouth over his cock again, taking him deeply. At the same time, Ohno's hand came back more slippery than before, two fingers pressing into him.
He was caught between two warring sensations; the softness of Nino's mouth, the hardness of Ohno's fingers, and he didn't know which way to move, which one to get more of. He was hunched awkwardly on his knees, half bent over Nino, one hand braced on his slim shoulder, the other hand grasping Ohno's thigh, trying to keep from falling, trying to find a balance, stuck trembling between them both.
"Sho-chan," Ohno whispered, laying a kiss between his shoulder blades. "Sho, are you ready?"
And he knew what Ohno meant, what he was asking, and part of him wanted to say no but all he could do was gasp for breath and nod, clenching his fingers on Nino's shoulder as Nino took him even deeper. Ohno didn't move and Sho let out a low, sibilant 'yes'.
It was different. Different from Ohno's fingers, harder, hotter, more real and Sho opened his eyes wide, looking down to Nino for some kind of reassurance as Ohno pushed his way past all of his boundaries. He found Nino looking back up at him, dark eyes even darker as his head bobbed over the length of cock in his mouth. In flashes, between Ohno's short thrusts that were working their way into him and Nino's open throat taking him in, he could see Nino's hand between his legs, working himself. Working himself hard.
Sho screwed his eyes shut, trying suddenly to hold on. He needed to hold on, to have more. He felt ravenous inside, like it wasn't enough, as though coming would not be enough to take the edge off of his hunger and he fought for more even as the lightening speared through him and the storm inside of him broke free.
His own harsh breathing was the first thing to come back to him out of the storm and after a moment he managed to open his eyes again. Nino was licking his lips, a thin line of come marking one corner of his mouth. He blinked slowly, feeling full beyond measure and leaned back slightly against Ohno, still solid behind him. "Oh," he said finally.
Ohno laughed silently behind him, Sho could feel it against his skin like a physical thing. With that awareness of his body came a new awareness. Or, he though, a returning awareness. Ohno was still hard inside of him, each little chuff of laughter setting off aftershocks inside of him. "You didn't…?" he asked in confusion.
Nino grinned at him. Beamed at him. "Nope," he answered with exaggerated sweetness. "Sho-sho was selfish."
"What?"
"Just you," clarified Ohno rather needlessly. "But that was the plan."
"…plan?" Sho asked.
Nino's smile was so angelic that it was the picture of wickedness. "Oh-chan and I," he said informatively, "got off together before we even met up with you at the club."
"You…" said Sho.
"We're really sort of set to go all night," said Ohno.
Nino nodded. "I thought I told you that you'd be begging before it ended."
"And the porn star thing," Ohno reminded him. He moved, withdrawing a little and thrusting back in almost experimentally. "You definitely said the porn star thing."
"I did, I did," Nino nodded. He kissed Sho's hip. "Where did you put that nice belt he had, Oh-chan?"
"You're evil," Sho remembered suddenly. And far, far too late.
Awesome moment today:
Me: Hon, can we talk about the car insurance later? Ohmiya are being gay on the internet.
Husband: ...aren't they always gay on the internet?
Me: No, usually they're gay on t.v.
Husband: Oh. Did you download the new VS Arashi yet?
Me: BUSY WITH GAY ON THE INTERNET, HONEY.
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Okay, Google-doc ate ALL the spaces on thirteen pages of porno. EVERY space. So if you see something horrifically wrong, let me know. Otherwise I'll go over this again tomorrow or something and fix anything I find. I just can't look at the screen anymore without my eyes bleeding.
And so, we begin.
"They have to leave," said Sho.
"It's all right," said Ohno.
"We'll keep you company," purred Nino, his hand sliding up under Sho's shirt.
"We were dancing," said Sho, a little drunk, a little lost, but mostly a lot turned on. Somebody had a thigh over his hip—Nino or Ohno he couldn't tell and, surprisingly, didn't care.
"We know," said Ohno. "We were watching."
"I wasn't watching," Nino said with a little shudder. Or it might have been Sho that shuddered; Nino's hand had moved over his side underneath his shirt and the rough-soft edge of his guitar calluses had sent shivers down Sho's spine.
"I was watching and telling Nino about the parts that didn't include Jun," Ohno corrected obediently. He carded his fingers through Sho's hair, his fingers close against Sho's scalp. It felt different from Ohno's usual not-quite-distracted petting; he always paid attention but this time it wasn't to how Sho's hair felt.
Sho sucked on his lower lip for a moment, looking at Ohno and Nino from underneath his lashes. "I wanted to dance more," he said as Ohno's fingers traced the way his hair fell around his ear.
"Oh-chan and I like to dance," said Nino. His hand withdrew from Sho's shirt and moved up, the pads of his fingers pressing against Sho's lips, moving slickly. "In private." His hand moved up again, touching Ohno's mouth.
"Nino gets limp-wristed and flail-y when he dances," said Ohno. Nino pinched his ear. Ohno turned his head and caught Nino's fingers in his mouth, biting gently before letting go. "It's kinda sexy sometimes."
Sho watched the byplay with a mounting sense of frustration. "Can we just dance?" he asked as Nino and Ohno rubbed noses.
"Poor Sho-chan," Nino cooed, turning to him immediately. "Are we neglecting you?"
Ohno shifted and Sho felt the hard ridge of his erection for a dizzyingly short second. "Yes."
"Sorry," apologized Ohno. He didn't sound like he meant it but in the next moment his mouth was on Sho's, soft and hot, tasting like tequila and ginger ale. His tongue swept in like it owned him and Sho forgave him for not being sorry at all.
It helped considerably that there was a hand firm on his ass, idly tracing the bottom edges of his back pockets.
"Instead of dancing," said Nino, his words humid on the rim of Sho's ear, "let's find a bed and Oh-chan and I will do things to you that would make a porn star blush."
Distantly Sho thought that this was the sort of statement that should make him run like Aiba's boss was hot on his heels. There was a reason for that, he thought, some part of that was not as good as it sounded… But, before he could figure out what it was, the hand on his ass slipped between his legs and cupped his balls. "Okay," he said breathlessly, pushing back minutely into that touch.
"Great!" said Nino and Sho found himself shoved bodily out of the warm, cramped booth.
"There's something really wrong about this," said Sho, following Nino as Nino wended his way towards the door, leading him by the hand.
"What?" asked Nino, sly voiced and serene as they stepped into the dark of the parking lot. Their fingers tangled as Nino turned to him, leaning into him. "Making out with Aiba and Jun and going on to me and Oh-chan right after?"
Sho glared at him. Or, rather, Sho tried to glare at him but failed because Ohno had stepped in close behind him, his hands treading at Sho's hips. "Yes," Sho said with as much non-sexual heat as he could muster.
"Well," said Nino sensibly, "that's what you get for hanging out with my hooker roommate, me and my pervert boyfriend, and Aiba."
"Aiba doesn't get a description?" asked Ohno, his breath hot on the nape of Sho's neck. He sounded disappointed.
"All of his shirts are made more out of filthy, sexy promises than actual textiles" Nino pointed out, "therefore I feel that 'Aiba' is descriptive enough as it is." Nino untangled their fingers, trailing his up the back of Sho's hand, circling them around his wrist. "But Aiba," said Nino lowly "is a tease. Just look at the state he left our poor Sho-sho in." Nino's circled fingers slid up his forearm and back down, slow and easy.
"And poor Sho-chan had a bad day," Ohno murmured in agreement. One hand left Sho's hip and settled over Nino's, stroking with him. "Such a bad, bad day."
They were moving across the parking lot; Sho knew this because he could hear the sounds of the club getting fainter, the sounds of their steps and their breathing getting louder. Nino's and Ohno's hands continue to move on him: light and soft on the way up, tighter and faster on the way back down, a brush of thumb over the inside of his wrist. It was as slow and suggestive as sin. "Why don't I trust you two?" Sho asked sincerely.
Nino crowded him up against the passenger door of a car (and it took Sho a moment longer than it should have to realize that it was, in fact, Nino's Pajero) and nipped the point of chin, one hand sliding under the hem of his shirt and tugging at his navel ring as he did so. "Sho-chan is so mean," he said, laughing lowly. "But I'll play nice with him anyway."
Sho groaned as Nino pressed a hand to the bulge in his jeans, the heel of his hand rubbing hard at the head of his cock for a moment before drifting up to toy with his belt buckle. "Nino," he moaned, his head dropping back against the car. "Nino!" he gasped a second later, his hand shooting out to grab Nino's.
"What?" asked Nino, looking a little cross at the way Sho was stopping him from getting Sho's pants open any farther.
Sho risked a quick look down at where Nino's hands were curled around the two halves of his open fly, thumbs hooked into the waistband of Sho's underpants, pulling them down. His own hands were holding Nino's wrists tightly in place. He was a little surprised at how much he liked the sight. "We're in a parking lot," was what he said.
"It's dark," Nino responded.
"I like it," opined Ohno. His arms came around Nino's waist, his hands sliding over Nino's skin and onto Sho's own. "Very pretty. If I had my camera, I'd take a picture."
The thought of Ohno with his camera, photographing Nino's hands on his body, was more arousing than Sho was really comfortable with, sending strange heat through him, loosening his muscles and pulling a faint sound from him.
Nino took advantage of his momentary distraction and Sho regained his grip a second too late. When he looked down between them he had to close his eyes for a second. Yup, he thought a little wildly, that's my cock in his hand, right here in the middle of the parking lot. Out in the open air.
"That's very pretty, too," said Ohno.
"You should feel him," Nino said. His voice had dropped, lower and rougher than just moments ago. "He's so hot, Oh-chan, and he's already wet." Nino stroked him, one long pull.
"Don't," Sho managed say.
"Do," returned Nino. He leaned closer and Sho could feel the hem of Nino's t-shirt brush against the sensitive tip of his cock. "You want me to." His hand tightened and his wrist twisted.
They were going to get arrested, thought Sho. Nino was going to give him a handjob against the side of his car and they were going to get caught because even now Sho could still hear the club, the cars on the nearby street. They were going to get arrested and they'd have to call Aiba and Jun to post their bail. He'd lose his job and Jun would go back to hooking and Aiba would take up hooking to stay near Jun and Ohno would bring up the incident at gallery openings or something while Nino smirked nearby.
"Nino," said Ohno. He sounded like he was laughing and when Sho risked opening an eye to look, Ohno was smiling at him over Nino's shoulder. He smiled wider and then dipped his head to kiss Nino's neck. "Ni~no."
Nino made an indistinct sound, something caught between an irritated huff and a whimper and then his hand went slack. "I suppose you're right," he said, tipping his head onto Ohno's shoulder. "He wanted it, though."
Ohno made a humming sound of agreement. "I know, but you promised him porn-star blushing. Now let's let go of him and get in the car, okay?"
"I'm not a little kid with a lollipop," Nino grumbled, but he did let go of Sho's cock, pinching the head light and lightening quick before he took his hand away.
"Sho-pop," said Ohno musingly. He caught Nino's hand and, holding Sho's eyes, lifted it to his mouth, swiping his tongue over Nino's palm before sliding his lips over his index finger. Sho jerked his eyes away from Ohno's only to find Nino looking at him too, heat in his eyes.
"Is it good?" Nino asked huskily.
Sho wasn't sure to whom he was addressing the question but Ohno answered it anyway. "Major yum," he said, letting go of Nino's finger with a wet sound. "Very, very major yum."
"Oh, good," Sho said faintly. Being arrested didn't sound so bad anymore.
"Very good," Nino agreed, stepping back with a low laugh. "Oh-chan, put him in the back and blow him while I get us home, all right?"
"Okay," Ohno agreed, reaching past Sho to find the door handle.
"I am not going to come in the backseat of your car," Sho protested as Ohno pushed him backwards.
"Who said he was going to let you come?" cackled Nino.
"I'm not going to let you come," confirmed Ohno, climbing into the car after Sho and letting Nino close the door for him. "Sorry," he added. He propped his chin on Sho's left knee. "You're really cute."
Sho looked down at himself as Nino got into the driver's seat and started the car. His pants were still open and his underwear were still shoved down far enough that his cock was still out. He'd also automatically buckled his seatbelt. "I look ridiculous," he sighed.
"No, no, it's cute," Nino assured him from the front seat. "Oh-chan has a very good eye for cute things."
Ohno grinned up at him. "Nino's hands are cute," he said. "And Sho-chan is cute." He was still grinning as he sucked the head of Sho's cock into his mouth. No adjusting the angle, no preliminary licks, just the sudden wet heat of Ohno's mouth on him, surrounding him.
"God," said Sho fervently. "Oh my god." Ohno made a sound that could have been a laugh and the vibration went straight to Sho's spine, like a thrill of electricity. "Oh my god," Sho repeated.
"You rang?" Nino asked from the front seat and Ohno did the could-be-laugh again and Sho forgot that Nino was there and that he didn't want to come in the backseat of his car.
For a man who was so consistently silent, Ohno had a very talented mouth, Sho decided as he buried his hands in Ohno's hair. It was more or less just to hold on to something, some part of the world, while Ohno sent his mind rocketing into outer space because Ohno was skilled. He seemed to know just the right amount of suction, how to keep it on that border of 'enough' and 'too much', a painful sort of pleasure. And his tongue…maybe all the words he never said translated into 'fantastic blowjob-ese'. The firm lick that swirled around the head of his cock was all the times Ohno could have told Nino to stop introducing Jun as 'my hooker roommate'. The way his tongue fluttered against the large vein on the underside of his cock could have come from the times when Ohno had stared at him instead of laughing at his jokes. Ohno Satoshi could remain silent forever and Sho wouldn't care as long as he just kept doing what he was doing.
Ohno lifted his head. "Nino asked you a question, Sho-chan," he said.
Sho gaped down at him. Ohno nodded pleasantly in Nino's direction.
"So, what do you think?" Nino asked and Sho looked up to the front of the car to see that Nino had stopped at a red-light and was half-turned in the seat, looking at him.
"What?"
Nino rolled his eyes, an effect entirely ruined by the fact that he was grinning wickedly, obviously pleased with himself. "I said we've got three choices of beds tonight…"
"Not my place," said Sho. Sho cherished his space and he knew instinctively that once they got in, getting Ohno and Nino out would be impossible. They'd feel free to invite themselves in all the time. It wasn't the sort of commitment he was ready for. He'd never owned a pet before.
"We can't go to mine," said Ohno. "My big penis is blocking the bedroom door."
"Your..." said Sho.
"What were you thinking putting that there?" Nino wanted to know.
Ohno's face wrinkled. "I was following the sunlight. Moving it around too much right now would damage it and I don't have the clay to fix it again."
"Your..." repeated Sho, blinking and blinking at Ohno.
"My big penis," Ohno supplied helpfully. "It's blocking the door."
"He's got a class in 'usage art'," explained Nino, giving his boyfriend an adoring look. "He made a giant dick out of clay—"
"It's not all clay," injected Ohno, "just the outside. The interior shape is made of concrete form tubes."
"—and once the foreskin is finished we're going to slide it into the fist Oh-chan already has on his wall and it's going to be a sofa," finished Nino.
Sho looked down at Ohno. "And that's going to be comfortable...how?"
"Well, I'm going to make cushions out of starch syrup and clear beanbag plastic," said Ohno, "so that it looks like lube squishing up between the fingers."
"And I'm going to sit in Oh-chan's lap. But right now," said Nino cheerfully, "it's giving a whole new meaning to the phrase 'cock-blocked'. Looks like we're going to my place; if we get lucky Aiba will follow Jun home to fuck him and then, when Jun rejects him because he is an uptight hooker with a complex, we can nab him."
"That sounds nice," said Ohno agreeably.
"That…" said Sho, thinking it was probably really wrong to picture dragging Aiba down onto a bed with himself and Nino and Ohno in it. Wrong, but Aiba could kiss like a dream and if the dance floor had proved anything it was that Aiba could really move when he wanted to.
"Less talking, more sucking," said Nino, interrupting Sho's train of thought, pushing at Ohno's shoulder as the light turned green. "Sho-chan is starting to look aware of things other than his dick, your mouth, and my bed."
"Ohno," Sho murmured as Ohno ducked his head again. He bit his lip, holding back a moan. "Satoshi."
"No," Ohno's voice was muffled and indistinct but when he looked up his eyes were hot and sharp. "Let him listen," he said, his voice so quiet that Sho had to strain to hear it over the blood pounding in his ears. "I want him to hear you."
As Ohno lowered his head again, still watching Sho avidly, Sho only hoped that Nino wouldn't crash the car.
The apartment that Nino and Jun shared wasn't far from the club; at least not geographically speaking. By the time the car parked, however, Sho was certain that the drive had taken at least a year. Maybe more. He couldn't move. Ohno's had a hand hard on his hip, the other covering the seatbelt release, and his mouth was moving with agonizing slowness and attention to detail. Sho only knew that the car had stopped because Nino was suddenly there, pulling Ohno back by the collar of his shirt.
"Get your pants back on," he said to Sho as he yanked Ohno out of the car.
Somewhere, Sho thought, in a place that was not the back seat of Nino's Pajero, was Nino's apartment with Nino's bed where he could make Ohno finish him. Or make Nino start. Or both. He just had to get his pants on again. He found the release button by pure chance and the tab of his zipper only because it was right next to his throbbing erection. Getting his pants closed, zipped, and buttoned over the hard length of himself was made doubly difficult by Ohno and Nino kissing outside the car.
It was almost claustrophobic, the way they kissed. Their legs were entwined, woven together from tennis shoes to thighs. Their hips were locked tight against each other, their fingers tangled through each other's belt loops. Chest to chest, mouths working together with deep intensity, they looked like they were trying to become one person. Even their voices slipped into each other, individual tones blurred out by heat and want.
"…taste him…" one of them mumbled, a broken sentence from the middle of a kiss.
Sho sucked in a hard breath and struggled his zipper painfully up. Even his own hands felt too good on him.
"Wanna lick him off of you," whispered somebody.
Sho swore, fumbling with his belt.
"Need a hand, Sho-sho?" asked Nino, all sharp smiles.
"No," said Sho, "I don't need anybody's hand right now; I need help with my belt."
Nino grinned at him, pleased with Sho's quick shut-down. "Oh-chan, the honors if you please." He gestured at Sho and then stepped away as Ohno came forward.
"Hold still," Ohno cautioned as he took Sho's belt buckle in hand and Sho had a single second in which to be very afraid. With a little grin, Ohno pulled and there was a hiss and a resounding crack and then Ohno was standing there, with Sho's belt in his hand. "That's real leather, huh, Sho-chan," he said admiringly.
Nino snickered as he grabbed Sho's hand, pulling him out of the car. But Sho was ready for him, determined to stand a little ground with two guys who were both shorter and smaller than he was. He used Nino's hold to twist him around, one arm locked behind his back, urging him up on the balls of his feet, and kissed him hard. He felt Nino twist against him and grabbed a handful of hair, thinking hold still. Only when he was sure that Nino was out of breath did he let go of his mouth. He kept his grip on Nino's hair, using it to drag Nino's head back so that he could trace the long line of his neck with his tongue. He stopped just above the hollow of his throat, fastening his lips there and sucking hard. Nino gasped and then went rigid in his arms; a second later he shoved himself free of Sho's hold, glaring hard before turning on his heel and stalking toward the building.
"…eh?" said Sho, staring after him.
"Good job," said Ohno.
"I didn't mean to make him mad. And what the hell made him so angry?"
Ohno smiled lazily at him. "He's not mad," he said. "He's just afraid that he's going to jump you in the parking lot."
"Ah, I se—no, I don't see," Sho frowned. "Jerking me off in the other parking lot was fine but kissing in this one isn't?"
"In the other parking lot, Nino wasn't so worked up," explained Ohno, linking his arm with Sho's and following after his boyfriend. "He's seriously thinking about fucking right here." Ohno gave him a beam-y smile. "Pushing Nino's buttons can be a little hard because he's kind of fickle. That's why I said 'good job'."
Nino was waiting for them in the elevator, holding the door; he was tense and fidgety which Sho thought was generally Nino's natural state of being—minus the fact that he was visibly aroused.
When he reached for him, Nino sidestepped. "There're cameras," he said shortly, jabbing at the button for their floor repeatedly.
"I think they're our fault," said Ohno apologetically.
"Right," said Sho. After the parking lot, the car, and the parking lot he could believe it. Mindful of the cameras, he crossed his wrists in front of his zipper, trying to appear a little more dignified. Ohno's t-shirt and the unbuttoned dress shirt he was wearing over it camouflaged his erection, though Sho thought that Ohno's habitual slouch probably helped. Nino was jittering next to the panel of buttons, his fingers tapping restlessly against his pockets, very clearly hard and doing nothing at all to hide it. Sho thought about asking Nino if he was capable of being discreet but rejected the idea almost immediately. Nino would only say 'no', anyhow.
It was a little surprising when Ohno was the first out of the elevator, his feet a staccato beat on the worn floor of Nino's hallway. Sho stepped out, expecting Nino to plaster himself to his back. When it didn't happen, when Nino just planted both hands in the middle of Sho's back and pushed him forward, Sho asked, "Cameras?"
"Yes," hissed Nino.
"Door's open," said Ohno. Sho thought that he and Nino might have both said 'thank you' at the same time but he wasn't sure because Nino had pushed him over the threshold and he'd nearly tripped over his own feet.
Completely out of habit, Sho sat down to take off his shoes. It was either the worst idea he'd ever had or the best because in less than a second, before he could even reach for his shoes, Ohno straddled his lap and kissed him. He kissed like he sucked cock—deliberate and slow. Sho forgot about his shoes and wrapped his arms around Ohno's waist. He could feel Nino tugging at him but there was absolutely nothing he could do about it.
"Quit whimpering," Nino said, rapping him smartly over the head, "and lift up your feet so I can get your stupid shoes off."
Sho lifted his feet and toppled over as he failed to correct for Ohno's balance against him. He landed on his back and Ohno landed against his chest and, much more significantly, against his cock. He whimpered again, Ohno purred into his mouth, and Nino let out something that sounded like a growl. Ohno quit kissing him to chuckle. "My shoes too, Nino," he requested sweetly.
Nino snarled and Sho went back to kissing Ohno, trying to rock his hips up against him while Nino poked and prodded and pulled at them both. He lost himself in it for a while until Nino's pokes started to interfere with his concentration. "Stop that," he muttered, trying to catch Ohno's mouth again.
"God damn it, Sakurai," said Nino in aggrieved exasperation. "Could you let him lift up for two seconds?"
Sho thought about where Ohno's weight was pressing deliciously against him. "No," he said. Nino swore and then so did Sho as Nino's hands delved between his body and Ohno's, wrestling with the painfully constricting denim and metal that kept him from feeling the heat of Nino's hands again. "Okay, maybe," he amended.
Ohno laughed and sat up, trapping Nino's hand against Sho's hard-on. "We should go to the bedroom," he suggested.
Nino was still in a way that Sho could feel, a thinking stillness, and then he heaved a resigned sigh, his hand slipping away. "We'd better strip in there, too. Heaven forbid we should get naked as soon as possible." Ohno stood and Sho could see Nino rolling his eyes.
"Well," Ohno said fairly, "you knew Jun-kun had laundry issues when the two of you moved in together."
Nino snorted.
"I want my pants off," Sho declared. They were too start-and-stop and he'd been hard for what felt like forever.
"Me too," said Nino. He and Ohno both reached down and Sho let them pull him to his feet. "But the last thing anybody wants is for Princess Matsumoto to burst in while we're in the middle of you."
Sho blinked. "What?"
"Shut up," Nino said, back to pushing him around. "Just enjoy it."
"Wait," said Sho, turning.
Ohno smiled guilelessly at him, planted a hand on his chest, and pushed him over. Sho landed on Nino's unmade bed with a thump. "We don't want to," he said.
"But," said Sho.
"No." Nino crawled up his body, already shirtless, and kissed him lightly. "Trust me, you'll be begging by the end of it." As he spoke his hands were inching Sho's shirt up, the upward progress stalling momentarily as Nino got side tracked by touching his chest. "Nice," he purred, dusting another light kiss over Sho's mouth. "Somebody is going to lick come off of it later."
Sho felt Ohno settle between his parted legs, close enough to feel the heat but not close enough to rub up against. "Nino," Ohno said, kissing the mark that Sho had left on Nino's neck. Ohno's lips drifted up to Nino's ear and Sho didn't know if he actually said any words but Nino nodded and went back to working Sho's shirt up and off.
Nino grinned, sly and fox-like, and tossed Sho's shirt across the room. Then he stopped dead, eyes fixed on Sho's torso. "Fuck."
Sho pushed himself up on his elbows. "What?"
Nino remained unmoving. "Is that…" he said.
Sho blinked and focused on his bellybutton. "The incredibly cheap, absolutely fake ruby belly ring that you gave me after I made you swear up and down to me that it did not come from any area of Johnny's?" he asked. "Yes, yes it is."
"Red suits Sho-chan," Ohno said, his delicate fingers drifting over the fake gemstone.
Nino shivered. "I got it on clearance with Jun's leftover change after I bought his girly hair care products with two coupons and a rain-check," he said, his voice dropping into a low moan.
"Cheap turns Nino on," Ohno said cheerfully as Nino curled himself around Sho's body and ran his tongue over the piercing.
"Fuck," said Sho. The dark fall of Nino's hair was blocking the view but he could feel every minute tug on the little barbell and Nino's faint moans were buzzing against his skin. "Fuck," he repeated, burying his hands in Nino's hair. "Oh, fuck, don't suck on it." Nino's head came up, his face hot and possessive and Sho slammed his eyes shut and fell back against the bed. "Whatever."
Ohno was laughing again, quiet little chortles that made Sho want to smile even as his boyfriend's mouth made him want to keep swearing. "Lift up," he instructed. His hands slid over Sho's hips, pressing illustratively upwards.
Sho lifted and felt his jeans slide down. He wasn't sure when Ohno had finished getting them open; he hadn't even felt his hands on him at all. "Please," he muttered hoarsely, lifting his hips again in silent entreaty.
"Nino will," Ohno said softly. His hands covered Sho's in Nino's hair, pressing Nino down. Nino's moans slid over his skin like silk, like the leather crack of his belt, like Ohno's dark little smile. "He likes it," he said. "Sometimes it feels like I could come forever in his mouth and he'd let me." Sho groaned as Nino's mouth found him, his sharp tongue no more forgiving on his cock than it was on anything else.
He thrust up into the humid warmth of Nino's mouth and lost his breath at how Nino just let him. More than let him, he thought hazily as his hips jerked against the pulse of Nino's tongue as it worked him. With a hand on his hip Nino was encouraging him. Nino wanted it and that thought nearly did it for him. "Yeah," he moaned. "Just like that…just a little more…"
"Kazu, you want a condom?" Ohno's voice only got through to Sho's brain because Nino had stopped.
Nino had stopped and was sitting back on his knees, tapping his fingers against his chin. His lips were damp and swollen. "Not now," he said at last. He smiled at Ohno, his finger lighting on Ohno's cheek and tapping out the same rhythm there. "You wanna know what Sho's cock tastes like in my mouth?" he asked. Ohno grinned at him, leaning in and kissing him, their tongues moving together slickly in the open air before their lips met.
"Come on," said Sho. He tugged at Nino's arm. "Nino, come on."
Ohno let go of Nino's mouth with a faint sound. "He sounds serious," he said.
"Mmhm," Nino agreed. "Come up here for a kiss, first," he said to Sho.
"Come down here," Sho asked quietly. If Nino came down, Sho knew what would happen. If he sat up there was no telling what he'd get.
Nino rolled his eyes. "Come up here," he repeated, holding out his hand. He pursed his lips when Sho didn't move (and that nearly broke him, watching Nino's mouth move like that) and then smiled, tipping a look in Ohno's direction. "Come up here and taste Oh-chan," he invited. The hand he'd been holding out dropped and Sho followed its path to the open fly of Ohno's pants. Ohno caught the waistband of his pants and underwear and pushed them down. Sho had a brief glimpse of Ohno's cock, dark red and thick, the head shining invitingly, before Nino's hand interrupted his view.
Sho looked from Nino's hand moving on Ohno's flesh to Ohno's face, his eyes fluttering with each stroke. He struggled up to his knees, his belly tight to the point of hurting with sheer lust. "One taste," he whispered as Nino's fingers traced his lips before slipping inside. Hot, bitter-salt washed over his tongue, the pure taste of sex and Sho closed his eyes, shuddering hard.
That was when Ohno made his move. Sho felt a cool, slick touch down his tailbone and stiffened automatically, but too late. One of Ohno's fingers had slipped inside of him before he'd even really noticed. "Wait," he whispered dizzily, twisting to face Ohno. "Wait."
"It's okay," Nino soothed him, catching his chin and pulling him back into a series of tiny, nipping kisses. "Oh-chan has beautiful hands."
Which didn't make any sense to Sho until Ohno moved his hand and set off a chain reaction of electricity, made lightening gather at the base of his spine. He heard himself let out a broken cry as though he were far away from the unfamiliar, too-present pleasure in his body. "Oh," he panted, shaking.
"That's right, baby," Nino murmured, cupping his face. "Just let Oh-chan and me take care of you."
Sho's focus was split between Nino dropping to his knees at the side of the bed and Ohno's finger moving inside him in slow, short strokes. "I can't," he gasped as Nino nuzzled his cheek against the head of his cock, the faint rasp of stubble nearly unbearable and not nearly enough. "Please," he moaned as Ohno's hand withdrew. "I want…please…"
"Don't worry, he will," promised Nino just before he slid his mouth over his cock again, taking him deeply. At the same time, Ohno's hand came back more slippery than before, two fingers pressing into him.
He was caught between two warring sensations; the softness of Nino's mouth, the hardness of Ohno's fingers, and he didn't know which way to move, which one to get more of. He was hunched awkwardly on his knees, half bent over Nino, one hand braced on his slim shoulder, the other hand grasping Ohno's thigh, trying to keep from falling, trying to find a balance, stuck trembling between them both.
"Sho-chan," Ohno whispered, laying a kiss between his shoulder blades. "Sho, are you ready?"
And he knew what Ohno meant, what he was asking, and part of him wanted to say no but all he could do was gasp for breath and nod, clenching his fingers on Nino's shoulder as Nino took him even deeper. Ohno didn't move and Sho let out a low, sibilant 'yes'.
It was different. Different from Ohno's fingers, harder, hotter, more real and Sho opened his eyes wide, looking down to Nino for some kind of reassurance as Ohno pushed his way past all of his boundaries. He found Nino looking back up at him, dark eyes even darker as his head bobbed over the length of cock in his mouth. In flashes, between Ohno's short thrusts that were working their way into him and Nino's open throat taking him in, he could see Nino's hand between his legs, working himself. Working himself hard.
Sho screwed his eyes shut, trying suddenly to hold on. He needed to hold on, to have more. He felt ravenous inside, like it wasn't enough, as though coming would not be enough to take the edge off of his hunger and he fought for more even as the lightening speared through him and the storm inside of him broke free.
His own harsh breathing was the first thing to come back to him out of the storm and after a moment he managed to open his eyes again. Nino was licking his lips, a thin line of come marking one corner of his mouth. He blinked slowly, feeling full beyond measure and leaned back slightly against Ohno, still solid behind him. "Oh," he said finally.
Ohno laughed silently behind him, Sho could feel it against his skin like a physical thing. With that awareness of his body came a new awareness. Or, he though, a returning awareness. Ohno was still hard inside of him, each little chuff of laughter setting off aftershocks inside of him. "You didn't…?" he asked in confusion.
Nino grinned at him. Beamed at him. "Nope," he answered with exaggerated sweetness. "Sho-sho was selfish."
"What?"
"Just you," clarified Ohno rather needlessly. "But that was the plan."
"…plan?" Sho asked.
Nino's smile was so angelic that it was the picture of wickedness. "Oh-chan and I," he said informatively, "got off together before we even met up with you at the club."
"You…" said Sho.
"We're really sort of set to go all night," said Ohno.
Nino nodded. "I thought I told you that you'd be begging before it ended."
"And the porn star thing," Ohno reminded him. He moved, withdrawing a little and thrusting back in almost experimentally. "You definitely said the porn star thing."
"I did, I did," Nino nodded. He kissed Sho's hip. "Where did you put that nice belt he had, Oh-chan?"
"You're evil," Sho remembered suddenly. And far, far too late.
Awesome moment today:
Me: Hon, can we talk about the car insurance later? Ohmiya are being gay on the internet.
Husband: ...aren't they always gay on the internet?
Me: No, usually they're gay on t.v.
Husband: Oh. Did you download the new VS Arashi yet?
Me: BUSY WITH GAY ON THE INTERNET, HONEY.
Other awesome moment today: Adopting
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