[Arashi] [Ohmiya] A Week Without

[Title] A Week Without
[Author] honooko
[Rating] R
[Notes] I have too many unfinished porns sitting on my HDs. So a four-hour drive means I rediscover fics I forgot about! :D (I am also procrastinating on finishing Mafia!Fic, but shhhh~)

A week without touching and seeing each other was seven days longer than Nino thought possible for sanity. Before they even stepped through the door they were kissing, hot and open-mouthed. Nino groaned into Ohno’s mouth, pulling Ohno’s shirt up so he could slide his hands up the muscled spread of back. Ohno’s laugh turned into a low moan as his hand moved from Nino’s lower back to his ass. All it took was a light squeeze, and Nino’s hips were snug against his.

“Fuck, Ohno. Inside,” Nino demanded with a hiss of pleasure against Ohno’s lips. Not about to argue, Ohno pulled them through the door, locking it quickly. They made a beeline for the bedroom, not even pausing as they threw off their shirts. Nino’s hands went to Ohno’s hair, pulling his head close for a kiss. His body rolled against Ohno’s with a purr. Ohno choked in response, pushing Nino back onto the bed and crawling over his body. Nino laughed, low and husky, but the sound was cut off by a whimper as Ohno’s mouth found his nipple and sucked. Nino’s blunt nails clawed at Ohno’s back and he wiggled his hips encouragingly. Ohno’s hand moved to Nino’s belt, but suddenly Nino hissed at him and caught his wrist. Sitting up, his lips found the patch of skin just behind Ohno’s ear and he scraped his teeth across it. Ohno’s eyes rolled back into his head and he groaned loudly.

“Let’s play with something,” Nino murmured. In an impressive demonstration of his flexibility, he bent his back and reached into the side table drawer. It took only a moment for him to draw out a long, yellow silk tie, which he handed to Ohno with a smirk. Ohno blinked at him, suddenly tense and uncomfortable. It was true Nino liked to top often enough (and Ohno rather enjoyed those days too), but restraints weren’t really his thing. Nino seemed to read his mind, and kissed him reassuringly.

“Not you,” he corrected sweetly. “Me.”

“You?” Ohno replied cleverly, his brain still not quite functioning clearly. “Wait, you want me to…?” Nino nodded at him, pressing the tie into his hands eagerly. Ohno could see he was serious; Nino really wanted this, wanted to put himself entirely at Ohno’s mercy.

“Please, Satoshi,” he asked, and Ohno never could say no when Nino used that tone. He kissed Nino hard, pushing him back and gently arranging his wrists against the headboard. Nino was bound efficiently, but the situation was softened by Ohno tenderly stroking the inside of Nino’s wrist with his thumb.

“Okay?” he asked softly, fingering the bonds. Nino tested them, tugging a bit, before smiling.

“You could test and find out.”

In that moment, Ohno realized that whatever he wanted to do, Nino would allow. He could do little to stop it. Ohno could touch, kiss, lick, tease to his heart’s content and Nino would be powerless. Suddenly he could picture perfectly the way Nino would arch and writhe under his hands as he explored every inch of the younger man’s body, tasting skin and stroking bones. He would flush and whimper and beg (‘Ohno, please’ his voice pleaded, high and desperate. ‘Touch me, god, please—‘) and Ohno would be free to ignore his request completely and enjoy the sound of Nino’s needy cries.

It was possibly the hottest thing he had ever considered.

His momentum carried him forward to meet Nino’s lips. Nino outright moaned into Ohno’s open mouth, already hard from their earlier activities. His hips moved up to meet Ohno’s automatically, but Ohno gently held them down one-handed. Nino would just have to tolerate the sensations without relief until Ohno had had enough. His lips moved from Nino’s mouth to his jaw, his eyelids, his cheekbones; any section of skin he felt drawn to. He traced the shell of Nino’s ear with his tongue and left soft, nibbling bites down his neck, pulling a low growl from Nino’s throat.

“Not fair,” Nino murmured with a hiss as Ohno scraped his teeth lightly across his collarbone. “Not nice.” Ohno smiled against Nino’s heaving chest, his mouth skirting below the clavicle and to the left. Nino choked, crying out as Ohno licked at his nipple tenderly, lavishing the bud with his tongue. Glancing up, he saw that Nino was blushing a delicious hue and biting his kiss-swollen lips hard to keep from crying out. But Ohno wanted to hear his voice straining against the pleasure, and resolved to force Nino to break this silence. His head dropped once more, and after swirling his tongue once around, he sucked hard. Nino couldn’t hold back; he keened and arched under Ohno, his back a perfect curve of desire. Ohno bit ever-so-carefully on the nipple, and Nino jerked on his bonds so hard the bed shook with the force of it.

Ohno spared only a heartbeat to see that Nino hadn’t hurt himself; the moment he was reassured, his attention returned to the body beneath him. As attractive as the idea of staying at his current location was, there was so much more to explore. He moved lower, kissing and sucking down Nino’s torso. Nino moaned, throwing his head back and tossing it back and forth on the pillow and Ohno felt his cock harden at the sight of Nino losing control. He dipped his tongue into Nino’s navel and smiled to himself when he felt Nino’s pelvis attempting to rise towards Ohno’s mouth, but his hands stayed in place, restraining him. Restraint, that was the entire point of this, wasn’t it?

“Ohno, please,” Nino begged with a cry. “Please, just do something, god.” Nino wanted to be touched, needed to be touched. He was getting no relief; instead, every caress was driving him mad. He was so hard it was almost painful but he knew without needing to ask that Ohno wasn’t ready to let the torture end yet. Ohno carefully removed Nino’s pants, pointedly ignoring his Nino’s cock as he moved. Once out of the way, his fingertips danced across the smooth skin of Nino’s thigh and his lips tasted the dip of a hipbone. Nino shuddered, his eyes fluttering closed as he attempted to simply absorb the way Ohno’s touch burned across his body. Somehow, Ohno was finding parts of his body that Nino didn’t even know had feeling; the juncture between his hip and thigh, the soft patch of skin at the back of his knee, the gap between his fourth and fifth ribs. Each dragged guttural moans out from his belly that rasped on Ohno’s ears like a physical touch. Groaning against Nino’s lower abdomen, he was stuck with the need that had been building to press their bare bodies together.

Kicking off his trousers, Ohno knelt between Nino’s legs, palming at his erection just hard enough to really count. Bracing himself on his hands, Ohno lowered himself until he felt Nino buck up beneath him, grinding them together and pulling strangled cries from both. A little startled, Ohno glanced at Nino’s face. He never really knew what to expect from Nino; his mood had strong influence over his desires. Sometimes he just wanted a hard, rough fuck, others he could drag on the foreplay for an hour or more, soft and tender lovemaking following. He never explicitly stated what it was he was after, instead trusting Ohno to figure it out.

Nino was making shuddery noises that Ohno was tempted to call whimpers, except that Nino never whimpered; at the very least, his pride was too large to allow it to be called as such. At the same time, it was an undeniably needy sound.

Ohno ground against Nino once more before reaching up and undoing the bonds. Panting, Nino began to protest until Ohno sat back on his heels and pulled Nino with him, seated in his lap and holding them chest-to-chest. Nino cried out, forgetting his complaints in favor of simply thrusting, rocking them together and building the friction until he thought nothing, saw nothing, tasting the sweat on Ohno’s neck. Hissing, Ohno rolled his hips in a way that Nino affectionately referred to as “Captain’s Undulation” outside the bedroom and Nino saw stars.

“Fuck,” he gasped, heavy and wet in Ohno’s ear. “Fuck, so close—“

And then he was gone, sinking his teeth into the juncture between shoulder and neck. The bite was like an extra boost for Ohno, sending him over the edge into climax. They moved against each other, riding the moment of heightened sensation, increased pleasure, until it wore off. Exhausted, Nino fell back against the pillows and Ohno crawled until they were wound around each other. Ohno didn’t like to get up and clean them off right away; it was more work for them later, but after being so close, he couldn’t stand letting go completely. Nino would tangle their limbs together and pet Ohno’s hair as he rested his head on Nino’s chest. In those moments, silence never seemed too empty. It felt weighted with something more tangible than mere air.

Sometimes they murmured sweet nothings to each other, only half being real words but all with real meaning. The gentle exchanges spoken against the crown of a head or into the dip of a throat were promises, claims, and reassurances all at once. Ohno said them because he loved with his entire being, and the words he uttered could never not be true. Nino said them because it was the only time in his life when he could be completely honest and always, always get complete honesty right back. They touched because they wanted to, needed to, and because they both knew they could.

And every single time they shared a bed, it was with the understanding that it would always, always be a symbol, an expression, of something far more important to them both.