Fic: Gilded 15/15

[rikke_leonhart]

Title: Gilded 15/15
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Ohno/Nino
Warning: Ehm, boy kisses, boy groping, sexytiems
Summary: Nino finally totally gets it. Ahem.
Author's notes: Shameless boy on boy for Cally. THE END. I will never again post a fic that isn't finished D:

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Ohno was on him, hands and touches setting his skin on fire, every nerve in his body was humming with pleasure and anticipation as Ohno worked him right. He was grabbing at Ohno’s arms, at his shoulder blades, his neck, grabbing at Ohno’s hair, and Ohno’s hips snapped. His body felt like it was going to fold in half under the pressure as Ohno’s hips worked and he moaned, he was so close – he could taste it –

Ohno’s mouth was open, his lips wet and inviting, and Nino was closer, closer, and just like that, Ohno hit a spot inside him and –

Nino woke with a jolt, sweat on his skin and such a hard on in his boxers that he had to waddle to the bathroom, shivering all the way as cold air hit his sweaty skin. He wasted no time with taking care of the matter and he came, hard, Ohno’s face in mind, his name squashed by his teeth biting his lips.

He returned to the cooling sheets, cursing at himself. He really had to get this over with.

*
“Now?” Ohno squeaked as Nino pushed him up against the wall.

Nino nodded, kissing every inch of Ohno’s neck available to him over the shirt, and he was frustrated because this dream had been following and haunting him for several nights already and it took practically nothing for him to get worked up these days.

“But Nino,” Ohno protested, pushing at his arms, trying to tilt his head, turn it away, squirm away from Nino’s touches, and Nino, for the first time, felt hurt. Had Ohno changed his mind suddenly?

Ohno evidently picked up on it, because he hurried to catch one of Nino’s hands, and he leaned forward, whispering; “My mom is right there.”

Nino froze, pink color rushing to his cheeks, and the hairs on the back of his neck rose as he became aware of their spectator.

Ohno chuckled and waved, and Nino turned, slowly. He felt like he was going to die from shame, but Ohno’s mother just stood there, looking entirely more amused than the situation warranted.

“Satoshi,” she said and quirked an eyebrow. “Is that your boyfriend? Oh, Ninomiya-kun.”

Ohno cleared his throat awkwardly. “Erm… Yes?”

“Can you wait with those kinds of things until we’re out of the house? Your father and I leave in an hour or two. I’m sure you can amuse yourself until then.”

Nino couldn’t even bring himself to look up, he was so mortified. Ohno’s fingers didn’t let go of his hips, though, something Nino was hyperaware of. Ohno’s mother didn’t say more, even if what she’d said was way too much as it was. Besides, Ohno’s mother was eyeing them in a manner that said she knew exactly what they were up to, and Nino wasn’t reassured at all.

“We’ll just wait,” Ohno’s words brushed against his ear when she’d left again. “I won’t want you less in two hours than I do now.”

Nino was only vaguely reassured, then. His hard-on had waned considerably along with the lustful haze that had clouded his judgment.

Would he want Ohno less in two hours than now? Probably not. He thought it over. No, definitely not. He’d want everything and he felt ready for it, ready for what Ohno had been willing to offer him for such a long time now. He just hoped he wouldn’t chicken out at the last possible moment. He hoped he didn’t.

He knew Ohno would forgive him if he did. It felt somehow both good to know, but also horrible that he could keep delaying it. But he wanted it so bad he could taste it. He’d go ahead and plunge in.

They ended up sitting awkwardly next to each other, watching TV until Ohno’s parents left. Nino only just heard the front door click shut before he found himself pinned under Ohno’s weight, mouth inches from his own.

This is it, Nino thought feverishly. The Final Make Out before he’d be ready for everything. And then Ohno was kissing him more thoroughly than ever, leaving his knees weak and his body practically melting into the couch. But if there was one clear thought running through his mind, it was; “Not on the couch.”

Ohno’s lips were glistening as he pulled way. Wordlessly, he got up and reached for Nino, and Nino didn’t hesitate. They didn’t need any words as they ascended the stairs to Ohno’s room, their only conversation working through lingering touches. They met just inside the room as the door closed behind them, lock clicking closed, and it felt so natural and, surprisingly, not so awkward as he’d feared it would be to just undress in between kisses and touches.

When Ohno pulled him down on the bed, pressing against him and wrapping a hand around his cock, Nino was ready to burst. And it really didn’t take him long to come undone under Ohno’s skilled fingers. One, two three strokes, and Nino came with a hoarse cry, leaving him sated and relaxed, pliant, as Ohno kisses his lips, the corner of his mouth, his chin, down his neck to his collarbones and further down, mouthing at his abdomen, down to the tender skin of his inner thighs.

Ohno slowly arranged pillows under his hips, and Nino felt oddly removed from the situation. And then he chuckled. “I kinda wish I’d let you finger me before this.”

Ohno grinned back at him and then showed him his nails. “I cut them, see. All for you.”

Nino blurted a laugh.

“But you know, I can just finger you if you want,” Ohno shrugged and Nino heard himself whine before he knew it. Ohno tactfully didn’t react to that, only reached for the lube (that Nino hadn’t noticed Ohno had brought forth). He hissed when Ohno’s fingers, cold from the lube, ghosted over his ass. But Ohno was slow and gentle as he breached Nino and it felt… odd.

Not wholly unpleasant. Just weird. Very weird. Or maybe it was the knowledge of fingers in his ass that made it so weird.

“Hold still,” Ohno mumbled, his free hand stroking down his legs. Nino hadn’t even realized he’d tried to move his hips closer. Ohno withdrew and coated his fingers again, this time easing two fingers into him, moving and scissoring slowly.

Nino could feel his own cock starting to get interested in the happenings further south, despite Ohno already having taken care of him. The joys of being an eager teenager.

Two fingers were definitely okay, he decided around his panting breath, and suddenly, he felt like his body was being electrocuted for brief moment.

Nino was shaking as he lifted his head, looking at Ohno, who was grinning smugly at him.

“Good, right?”

Nino managed a shaky nod; Ohno was way too smug for his own good, seriously, but it was difficult to do any kind of protest against it when Ohno’s fingers bumped against that spot again, and he felt like he was ready to fly off the bed.

Ohno’s fingers left and returned, now joined with a third, again coated with the cold lube, but Nino almost didn’t feel it. The fingers were moving without hesitation, scissoring, pumping, rubbing against that spot that made him see stars.

He felt very disappointed and empty when Ohno pulled out completely. When he didn’t’ make any move to continue, Nino raised his head.

“No matter how we do this,” Ohno said, frowning and being a bit too serious for Nino’s comfort. “It’ll be awkward, short and a little bit painful.”

Nino nodded. It wasn’t the awkwardness he feared, it was the pain, but he knew that he couldn’t ask for anyone better than Ohno to take care of him.

Ohno reached up with his non-lubed hand, smoothed over Nino’s forehead, down to his cheek. “How do you want this?”

“I want to see you,” Nino returned, a long way past being shy about it, and Ohno responded by leaning down and kissing him breathless. Nino knew that it might’ve been less painful if he’d consented to not face Ohno, but that was just out of the question. There was just no way. He needed Ohno’s reassurance.

“Let me,” he said, nodding towards the condom and the lube and Ohno withdrew, nodding.

“I’m clean,” Ohno said, frowning, “But I’m not taking any chances. Not with you.”

Nino felt his heart soften and he ducked his head, fumbling with the condom wrapper and finally ripping it open. The feel of Ohno’s cock in his hand wasn’t foreign anymore, but it was still far from familiar. Still, it was amazing how far he’d come.

Finally ready, Ohno pushed at Nino’s legs, pushing them up, making more room, and Nino took a deep breath.

“Just –” He cut himself off, biting his lip.

Ohno grinned. “Yeah, I will.”

He closed his eyes and let his head fall back to the sheets as something much more blunt than Ohno’s fingers was positioned at his entrance and then pushed forward.

“Breathe,” Ohno reminded him as he pushed forward, slowly, and Nino breathed out shakily. He could handle this.

“I’m sorry,” Nino grit out, feeling so tense all over, and he could feel that Ohno was shaking with the effort of holding still.

“Don’t be,” Ohno said, voice low, “just relax. It’s me. If it’s too much, I’ll stop.”

 He could handle this. It was Ohno and Ohno was being so good to him.

“If you stop, I’ll kill you,” he hissed out through clenched teeth, breathing deeply through the ache of Ohno inching deeper, agonizingly slow, but it was a burn he welcomed and when he lifted his head, seeking Ohno’s lips, his mouth was open before they met.

His eyes rolled to the back of his head as Ohno slid home with a breathy sigh.

“Nino,” Ohno said, almost wondrous, and then he was being kissed, slowly, languidly, as if Ohno meant it, and Nino almost didn’t feel the burn. But the ache was back, reminding him of what they were doing, and he tried to rock his hips, trying to nudge Ohno to move.

Ohno rocked against him in response, not moving much, but it was enough for Nino, who felt everything keenly, sweat breaking out on his skin as he tried to adjust. He squirmed.

Ohno looked glorious there, suspended above him, brows drawn tightly, trying not to hurt him. Nino gave the tiniest nod he could muster and Ohno evidently saw it, felt it, whatever, since he started moving more, only minute motions at first, and Nino groaned as Ohno slid against that spot again.

“Do that again,” Nino panted, his nails digging into Ohno’s arms and he tightened around Ohno, trying to get closer. Ohno’s hips snapped forward, harder, and Nino moaned, eyes slipping shut and he tried to meet Ohno’s increasingly harder thrusts. He was hard again by this point, and he knew he wouldn’t last long, not with how Ohno was inside him, around him, everywhere, and when Ohno reached for him, it was game over.

Biting down at Ohno’s skin to muffle his cry, he came for the second time that day and he must have tensed so much that Ohno couldn’t hold out, because the next thing he knew, Ohno stilled and collapsed on him.

So maybe it hadn’t been the wild sexual experience porn movies made it out to be, and maybe it hadn’t been the most pleasant experience as of yet, but if Ohno was up to it, he’d like to practice some more someday soon. Very soon. Not tonight.

Ohno muttered something into his neck, but Nino couldn’t be bothered to decipher it. His hands felt weak as he reached up to curl fingers into Ohno’s hair, pressing him even closer. At one point, they’d have to move, he knew that. For now, he’d like to bask.

When Ohno finally managed to get Nino to let go, it was only to dispose of the used condom and to clean them both, and when he tumbled back to bed, Nino clung to him, mostly just because he could, because he was allowed to.

Again, he felt like he should thank Ohno, for being nice, for not laughing at him, for taking care of him…for being Ohno.

“I’m such a sap,” he said aloud and Ohno grunted something into his hair.

“But you’re cute,” Ohno repeated when Nino poked him.

“To think I was scared of this,” Nino frowned. “Okay, so I’m a little sore.”

Ohno frowned, Nino could feel it. “Did I hurt you?”

“I didn’t say I didn’t like it, did I? No, you didn’t hurt me,” Nino assured him, tickling over sensitive ribs. “You were good.”

Ohno’s answering squeeze and lips on his temple were good enough for Nino. He didn’t know if it was going to be forever, he didn’t know if he loved Ohno, but as it were, it felt pretty damn good.

And then Ohno cleared his throat. “Are you going to let me do that again at some point?”

Nino pretended to consider and giggled when Ohno attacked his ticklish skin. He didn’t think he’d need to give Ohno more answer than that, and he grinned into Ohno’s mouth.

*
“Oh. My. God.”

And then Aiba squealed louder than Nino had ever heard him squeal before, and he was officially frightened enough to duck behind Ohno and hide.

“You did it!” Aiba cooed, still high pitched enough that it bordered on the whistle register, and it lasted until Nino reached forward and smacked him.

“Yes, okay. Yes. And shut up.”

Aiba grinned.

*

/THE END