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Title: Storm
Author: me
Rating: NC-17, pretty explicit.
Pairing: Ohmiya (omg, yes, ME.)
Disclaimer: I own nada. And neither do you.
Summary: Ohno doesn't like thunder, but loves lightning.
Notes: Un-betad. I just whipped this up tonight. <3

Storm

It’s raining hard outside, and I’m trying not to call your name. The thunder flies through the air and scares me nearly to death, but the lightning makes me feel calmer suddenly. ”Nino.” I say quietly, my heart racing as I hope you won’t be as mad as the last time I interrupted your sleep. I change my mind, quickly shuffling off to the restroom instead, closing the door behind me slowly. My robe almost comes undone and my slippers are a size too big, but I manage to finish my business without a hitch.

I hear your sheets rustle as I wash my face with cold water; too cold, my skin tingles beneath my dampened fingers. I imagine I couldn’t have woken you yet; you fall back asleep so easily, I’m jealous at times. I turn off the tap, heading for the door and creeping out, holding it open to prevent any creaking sounds.

“Oh-chan.” His voice comes out a low growl, it makes me shudder.

“Sorry, Nino--,” I turn to look at him, readying my apology, but find lips crushed against mine instead.

“It’s fine, I needed to wake up anyways.” Nino wraps his hands low on my waist, the way he knows distracts me most.

“Are you hungry? I can make some breakfast, maybe.” I clear my throat nervously, his fingers tugging at the drawstrings of my robe.

“I’m kind of hungry.” His fingers slide to the small of my back, scraping lightly. “But for something inedible.”

I can’t help but gulp. And Nino stares at my throat, watching my saliva go down painfully slow. His eyes linger over that area for a moment, before flicking back up to my eyes. And I stare into his, trying to read him, trying to imagine what he is thinking when he looks at me through those half lidded orbs.

“Inedible?” I feel my throat beginning to dry. His eyes still concentrated on my eyes and lips simultaneously.

“Don’t act stupid, you know quite well.” His fingers creep over my hips, tugging me closer.

I open my mouth to ask what he had in mind, but lips sealed over mine once more. Feeling his blunt nails clawing over my back, pushing my robe away impatiently, he nips over my bottom lip, pressing the matter. I pull back, breathless, but he refuses to stop, taking my lips into his own, sucking any part he can reach.

“Nino.” I pant his name, still trying to fill my lungs with the needed air.

“No, Oh-chan, just--“ And his lips devour mine, his hands sliding down my spine, slipping down into my boxers. He squeezes at my behind and I try my best to hold in the squeak it produces. (He warned me of it killing the mood; I wasn’t aware.) For some reason, I forget to close my eyes and I just watch him kissing me. It’s an interesting picture; the way his eyes screw shut the more he squeezes at my skin, the way he moans in response to mine, his brow creasing with each movement of his hips. His eyes snap open.

“Stop staring like that.” Nino growls and dips down to place feathery kisses on my collarbone. I feel my knees get weak, and his hand is right there, catching me, holding my waist tightly. He lowers us the carpet below, and it’s so soft and smells nice. I hum; the feeling of Nino between my thighs and the delicate fabric below a beautiful combination.

“Nino-chan, there’s no rush.” And I know he hears me because he whimpers and bites on my lip harder. I shiver silently and he takes this chance to remove my boxers in one motion. Surprisingly, the carpet doesn’t feel the same against my behind as it did my back and arms.

“Yes, there is.” He pants into my ear, straddling me roughly, his arousal now more than present. We’ve done this hundreds of times and yet, I still flush every time he whispers into my ear like that. He rubs the reddening part of my cheeks with his thumb, noticing it instantly. “Don’t be shy.” I make a sound of disagreement.

And he twists his wrist around my length and it turns into more of a confused grunt. My breath hitching in my chest, he doesn’t stare at me but into me, burning gaze over my skin. I feel hot, too hot and it’s pushing me quickly to that point. I don’t want it to be over so fast so I push at his chest softly.

“Nino, you’re still hard.” He grins, nodding. In an instant, he’s further away, stripping himself of what little clothes he had on, lying on his back with legs spread.

“So, take care of that for me.” He licks over his lips, tilting his head back, his eyes closing slowly. He knows I can’t resist him like this; when he’s vulnerable and finally sharing his sensitive side. He clears his throat, as if to break me out of my daze.

“Yes, sorry, I will.” Nino grumbles about me having too many excuses, followed by cursing as I lick over the tip of his penis, using the pre-cum he’s produced as extra lubrication. He chokes roughly when I decide to take his entirety down my throat, and I pull back, afraid of the damage I may have caused. “Are you okay?” I jerk the skin languidly.

“Yes, yes. Just, continue!” He clears his throat, wiggling his hips upwards. But I know he doesn’t only mean for me to tug on his member; the way his legs are so far apart and he’s pulling on his knees. “Your turn, this time.” And he knows I don’t really enjoy it because it causes him pain at first. But it’s Nino and I love him, so I nod.

“Okay, ready?” And he sighs, making a gesture with his hand telling me to get on with it. I press one digit inside him slowly, and he pushes down the rest of the way, biting down on his lip roughly. I blink a few times; half with shock, half aroused, pulling it back out and waiting for his permission to continue. “More?” He raises himself up, looking at me through narrowed eyes, as if I had asked some deranged question (but it looks more like a come hither look because of how tussled his hair is and how swollen his lips have become). “Hmm?” And I suppose at this point he was thoroughly aggravated; he grabs my fingers and pushes two of them inside of his entrance. I gasp and he screams through clenched teeth.

“Ohno, do it now.” He lies back down, his head turned to the side, his hair already humid and sticking to his forehead. I brush my fingers against the tight muscle as I remove them slowly, careful – careful – even though Nino wants me to speed it up. I look around for something to lather myself in; Nino whines and gets back up to spit on the head of my member.

“Is that enough? Nino, it’s not a good ide—“ He hisses, pushing my back down and sitting on my lap; his legs on either side of my hips, his hands surrounding my head and his entrance sliding over my cock. I watch him worriedly, hoping he’s not trying to go too fast, he looks down at me then at my cock soon after, and I feel it throb. Holding his waist gently, he grunts and mumbles something, but I’m guessing it’s not important because he’s sliding up and down so quickly he can’t even breathe.

“Ohno, push – into me, “ He pauses to breathe. “Harder.” I try, but I’m already seeing bright flashes of lights from the way his moans and gasps fill up the room, echoing off the walls and windows. I bury myself as far as I can and he slams himself down so hard in retaliation, I curse loudly and he groans for the last time; his fingers rubbing over the tip of himself and spilling over my stomach.

That was enough for me as well, bucking up into Nino and releasing with all the tension he had on my length.

“Next time, do it yourself. I don’t wanna have to ride you each time. My knees are scraped because of this damn carpet.” Nino whines, but falls next to me and cuddles automatically.

“I promise, Nino.” I kiss his forehead gently, intertwining our fingers.

The rain taps at the window next to us. Nino hums in delight; the cool breeze creating goosebumps on his skin, which I can see clearly. The thunder stopped, but the lightning remained. I pretend that Nino is that lightning; bright and powerful, traveling through different skies, creating beautiful pictures wherever its found, attracting people's attention no matter the place.

//End//

~Later