rikke_leonhart | drabble (Reply)

Because Cally asked for it. Not that filthy, after all.

Ohno’s lips are glistening from around the wedge of lemon he’s holding between his teeth, and Aiba can already tell he’s going to be in trouble. He’s holding on to the shot glass tightly, trying not to shiver, but Ohno’s eyes are hooded, half-closed, hazy, watching Aiba with keen interest. Aiba leans close, having decided where he wants it from, and with his free hand he hold Ohno’s jaw and makes him tilt his head slightly for better access.

Up close, Aiba is already intoxicated, but whether it’s from alcohol or Ohno, he doesn’t know. He imagines that Ohno trembles when he opens his mouth and licks a fat stripe up Ohno’s neck, his breath making the wet skin sensitive. With deft fingers, he sprinkles salt on the wet patch of skin, and Ohno’s breath hitches above him.

Aiba dives in, mouths at Ohno’s neck, licking the salt off and maybe leaving the skin a bit redder than before. Salt still on his tongue, he downs the alcohol quickly and then goes in for the prize. The lemon is sour on his lips, tickles with a sting, and Ohno’s lips are pliant beneath his own when he reaches to remove the lemon.

Ohno tastes of tequila and salt, and Aiba kisses him, presses for hot, deep kisses that makes his stomach swirl.