Fic: Gilded 7/?

[rikke_leonhart]

Title: Gilded 7/?
Rating: Will go up >:3
Pairing: Ohno/Nino
Warning: Ehm, boy kisses, boy groping (more to come 8D)
Summary: Nino isn't comfortable with people touching him back. YET. He's getting there 8D
Author's notes: Shameless boy on boy for Cally. Will be updated when Cally is online xD

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Nino’s heart was racing ahead, drumming against his ribcage, and Ohno had done nothing more than flicking the lights off. The sun flittered in through the non-closed blinds, leaving the room in a comfortable neutral light, but Ohno was looking at him in that way that still made Nino squirm.

“Shirt off,” Ohno demanded, and by example, reached behind him to pull his own shirt off. Nino obeyed and Ohno stepped forward, reached out for his shoulders and pushed him back gently, to lie back down on the bed. The sheets were soft and rumpled and smelled deliciously like Ohno, and it made him calm slightly. Ohno pressed his lips to his hip before splaying out next to him, pressing close.

“You always look like I’m going to eat you,” Ohno frowned, pressing his palm flat against Nino’s ribs. “Relax, I won’t molest you.”

But what if you get bored? Nino wanted to ask. Can you wait that long? If we move at my pace, we might never get to…

He took a deep breath and tried to unclench his tense muscles.

“I’ll just make you feel good,” Ohno promised, “it won’t hurt. If you don’t want it, just say so, and I’ll stop.”

Nino didn’t get a chance to say anything to that, because Ohno leaned forwards and caught the corners of Nino’s lips, making him turn his head. Ohno was kissing him thoroughly, slowly, coaxing his mouth open, suckling on his lower lip, and when Nino opened to him, he didn’t hesitate. Ohno was doing such a good job of distracting him, that he didn’t realize what Ohno was doing until fingers skirted the edge of his pants, and unease slammed him back from the pleasant kissing induced haze.

Ohno hummed and kissed him again, refusing to let him talk, but he didn’t continue down his pants. Instead, he tugged at Nino’s arm and his waist, and Nino let himself roll over and on top of Ohno.

Whoa, this was different. He looked down on Ohno in wonder.

“There,” Ohno grinned slightly. “You’re on top.”

He wasn’t so hesitant to lean down and kiss Ohno. It was different and it felt like having power. He ground down tentatively and Ohno moaned. Nino couldn’t help the smile that bloomed on his face. He did that! He ground down again and Ohno moved subtly up against him, encouraging him to keep moving. Which Nino happily did. He was hard and he knew that Ohno could feel it, but he wasn’t too embarrassed about it, because he could feel that it was mutual.

It was delicious and he felt powerful there, lying on top of Ohno and making him react in mouth-watering ways.

Ohno was pretty as he lay there, apparently having no problem with handing the reins to Nino. He wondered how far Ohno would let him go. He stopped moving and looked down, checking Ohno’s reaction, but all Ohno did was watch him. Nino lowered himself down the length of Ohno’s body and let his fingers splay against Ohno’s flat stomach.

Ohno’s breath hitched slightly.

He took a steeling breath and let his fingers work on the button – Ohno didn’t stop him.

He paused.

“You sure about that?”

Nino looked down. “Not really.”

Ohno sat up and reached for Nino’s chin, aligning their mouths. “Your pace.”

“My pace is slow,” Nino admitted on a breathy note, looking away from Ohno’s eyes. “I’m afraid you’ll get bored.”

Ohno tilted his head. “Do I look bored?”

Nino grinned. “Not really.”

“I have self-restraint,” Ohno chuckled and caught Nino’s mouth again. “Don’t be afraid of me.”

“Okay,” Nino nodded, and then – he wasn’t going to be embarrassed about this, he was not going to be embarrassed about this; “Can we go back to what we were doing before?”

Ohno looked smug. “And what were we doing?”

Nino fought down the pink that threatened to dust his cheeks. “Lying down. …rubbing.”

Lying down, Ohno laughed. He gripped Nino’s wrists and coaxed him to lie down on him again. “We can do rubbing.”

And so they did.

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