Note : Blame the Empress. No, honestly, blame her. Also, hi? i'm back XD
"Keep still," Ohno hushes, breath warm and damp against Nino's skin and Nino wants to scream, wants to put his fingers to Ohno's hair and tugs, hurry things along but Ohno specifically told him not to. He keens and whimpers, fingers curling against the couch's cushions as Ohno's tongue - wet and wicked - goes back to lick a long, damp line from his navel to the spot where the head of his swelling cock rests.
"F-Fuck -" he moans, hips bucking up from the couch as Ohno's grip tightens on his legs. "O-Oh-chan, god, please, I -"
"Keep. Still." Ohno hums again, raising his head and making Nino whimper in combined frustration and arousal. He is so hard it is borderline painful, his stomach muscles clenching in anticipation as Ohno squeezes his legs. It's the gesture that clearly says 'calm down, relax, I got you,', the same gesture that drives Nino crazy every goddamn time Ohno does it.
He looks down then and finds Ohno gazing at his body hungrily, fingers brushing tentatively across the skin of his thigh. He braces himself on his elbow and watches the way Ohno is following the movements of his fingers, watches the way Ohno licks his lips as Ohno's fingers intentionally bypass his cock, leaving trails of heat on their wake.
Ohno curls his fingers against the curve of his hip, warm and possessive, before he ducks down to nuzzle Nino's navel. His other free hand rests against Nino's belly, rolling his thumb against the spot it is resting against. He gasps sharply when Ohno ducks his head again and licks a swirling pattern from his belly button to his navel.
"Ah, god -"
"You have the loveliest skin, Nino," Ohno hums, tone as dark as his eyes gazing down Nino's body. "I love mapping your skin with my fingers, my mouth," Ohno says, his voice breathy, husky. Nino feels like a motherfucking food on display with the way Ohno eyes him, his body, hungrily, like Ohno isn't sure if he wants to just devour him or stare at him all day long.
"God, stop talking, please, come on -" he whimpers, bucking up now, his cock seeking friction which Ohno hasn't - not even once since Ohno dragged him to the couch and unzipped his pants, since Ohno had tugged his shirt up his armpits and started licking his skin, allowed. "Suck me, come on, before the others - oh my god -" Nino's words trail because then Ohno takes pity on him and licks a long, wet line from the base of his cock to the tip, once, just once, fucking finally, before Ohno moves away again.
"W-Wha -" he says, so damn close to cursing Ohno to hell and back when Ohno starts tugging his shirt down and doing up his pants again. Nino feels like screaming.
"Breathe for me, Nino," Ohno says once he's done, cupping his chin and kissing the side of his mouth. He is still in dazed, blinking at Ohno and trying his hardest not to cry when someone who sounds exactly like Jun screams from the outside at the same time he bangs at the door.
"Hey, why is the door locked?! Hello? Hey, is anyone inside -"
"Oh god, oh shit, oh god -"
Ohno grins and taps his cock through his pants, affectionate and teasing. "I owe you, I know," Ohno says, kissing him again before pulling himself upright. "Later, I promise,"
He doubts if he'll make it to later, what with the way he feels like he is close to dying in hyperventilation already. But then again, Ohno never gets back on his promises, not to him, and Nino believes in 'good things come to those who wait patiently' so he will.
He watches Ohno's retreating back as he walks towards the door, reaching down to cup himself, to rearrange his cock inside his fucking pants.
Later, he said, he tells his cock, patting it for good measure. Later it is, then.