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Title: Ribbons and leaves and time in a tin
Pairing(s): Ohno/Nino
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Nuh-uh!
Word count: ~3,800
Warnings: Italics abuse, run on sentences,
Summary: AU. This time: There's insomnia and sexy times.
Author's Notes: Muses! Sorry this is late, it was finished ages ago, but then I was ill, and then I was lazy and then I was ill again, and now formatting is a bitch. But! Sexy times! Rated NC-17 to be safe. It's also lacking plot, but I promise the next one will have actual rarely-seen plot. I don't know when it'll be finished, I have too many plot bunnies running around making an absolute mess of my documents folder. Also, what does it say about me that it's a short fic when it's below 4,000 words? Title from Graham Coxon's song "Ribbons and leaves", which is entirely too depressing, really, but very pretty. Earlier pieces to be found here.


It was only a little after midnight and Nino couldn’t sleep. One of those nights where it was too warm under the sheets, too cool to have anything but a single foot outside of the sheets, and he’d already been plastered against Ohno’s back, but that was entirely too warm as well, so he’d abandoned that venture.

God, it was warm. He threw the sheets off, piled them all on Ohno’s sleeping form, blinked at him where he was sleeping soundly.

To wake Ohno or to not wake Ohno, that was the question.

Which, to be honest, wouldn’t be fair, because Ohno had an early call at the theatre for once, but. Ugh, Nino rolled over, yanked his t-shirt down where it had ridden up, it was bunched weirdly beneath him. He tugged at it again, it was weirdly stretched around his shoulder now. He was very tempted to just shuck the t-shirt off, throw the fucker away, my god.

And fuck, it was cold.

He took the covers again, moving them from Ohno in the process.

Great. He sat up and rearranged the covers over Ohno, tucked it over his side, moved his arm to tuck it down, resented Ohno briefly for being able to sleep. Okay, that was it, he was going to sleep if it was the last thing he did, damn it. He lay down again, scooting back until his back was aligned with Ohno’s, and his pillow had cooled a bit so it was nice against his cheek.

He breathed deep, closed his eyes. Zen.

…or not.

“My god,” he moaned, eyes fluttering, what the hell for a stupid night, “Oh-chan, stop breathing, I can’t sleep.”

Ohno slept on. Which actually was quite a wonder seeing how much Nino had already tossed and turned for what felt like hours. The thing was that Ohno normally slept like a log, literally, Nino could possibly renovate the entire apartment with a hammer and Ohno would only wake up when he finished with the kitchen. And then, sometimes, Ohno slept very lightly, he was oddly attuned to Nino’s rhythms, so if Nino felt sick (food poisoning, oh god I hate hate hate you) Ohno was there before Nino had even considered getting out of bed, that was such an eerie experience, he was still incredibly grateful for that. However, when Nino was just whining Ohno always just slept blissfully from it.

Nino knew he was just whining. He supposed he could get up and do something, but he was actually tired. Why couldn’t he just sleep? He huffed, settled down quite determinedly, he was going to sleep. Sleep.

Something that should’ve been hours but only was something like ten minutes later, he rolled over again, letting out a heartfelt sigh. He hated nights like these. He moved to Ohno again, sliding his arm under Ohno’s, palm fitting against Ohno’s chest, heartbeat steady and slow through the t-shirt. Ohno’s hand came up slowly, gripped Nino’s fingers and squeezed.

“Can’t sleep?” Ohno’s voice, low, warm and rough with sleep, god, he should stop being so sexy without trying.

“Obviously,” Nino huffed against Ohno’s shoulder blade. “It sucks. Sorry if I woke you up.”

Ohno was still mostly asleep, Nino knew that so he didn’t blame Ohno for not exactly being talkative. He patted Nino’s hand, a silent up, just let me, and Nino lifted his arm as Ohno moved, rolled to his back and Nino settled his arm down again, fitting over Ohno’s waist. Ohno yawned, hand up to rub at his eyes, then several deep breaths later, Nino knew he was mostly there among the living. “Thinking too much?”

“No,” Nino whined, propping his chin up on Ohno’s shoulder. “I’m not doing anything.” There was a groan that he muffled into Ohno’s t-shirt and Ohno chuckled, arm coming down over Nino’s back in a broad swipe. “I just can’t sleep. Really, sorry if I woke you.”

“’s fine,” Ohno murmured, arm still in a slide up and down Nino’s skin. “I don’t mind.”

It did make him feel a bit better even if he still felt rather dickish for waking him, even unintentionally. “But now both of us are awake. Double insomnia.”

“Well no,” Ohno said, trying to shrug beneath Nino’s chin. “That’s just you, I can sleep just fine.”

“Aren’t you lucky,” Nino let his hand spread flat on Ohno’s stomach, smooth perfect skin, warm and Nino’s to touch, rubbing small circles just beneath Ohno’s ribcage. “Why can’t I sleep? I’m tired.” His hand found purchase on Ohno’s hip, fitting around it easily. He hoisted himself a bit up, holding up on an elbow, fingers going to Ohno’s face, down the tilt of his lovely nose, the bow of his upper lip, cheeks soft beneath his fingertips. Ohno wrinkled his nose, made a face, grimaced even more and Nino grinned at him, poking his cheek. “Silly Oh-chan.”

“Nino,” Ohno sighed, arm leaving its curl down Nino’s back, and Nino shifted a bit to let Ohno get his arm up and away. His hand settled on Nino’s face. “You’re pretty.”

Nino grinned, ducking his eyes. “I think we’ve established several times that we’re both pretty. But thanks anyway.” His fingers found Ohno’s mouth again, he felt it curve into a smile under his skin. “Are you going to compliment me to sleep?”

A huff of breath against his fingers in a small laugh. “If I thought it worked, yes, definitely. We can also discuss what we’re going to give Aiba-chan for his birthday and Christmas.”

Nino let his elbow give out, dropping down to rest his head on Ohno’s arm, trapping Ohno’s hand in the process. “What? That’s months away, do I need to teach you how a calendar works now?”

“I just had an idea,” Ohno said, frowning, hand slipping free and grabbing at Nino’s nose while Nino tried to breathe through Ohno’s fingers.

“That’s not nice,” he said, voice coming out all nasal, and Ohno laughed, hand slipping down and around to hold on to the nape of Nino’s neck instead, warm and soothing grip. “My poor nose.”

“Presents,” Ohno insisted, petting at Nino’s neck. “I’m thinking of an accordion. Do you think he’d like that?”

Nino blinked. “Are you serious? Do you have any idea how much infernal noise he’d be able to make with it? His neighbors might actually petition to have him thrown out of the building if we give him that.”

“He’s actually not tone deaf,” Ohno said. “I’m not sure you’re aware of it, but he’s actually really good with the harmonica.”

Nino remembered very long hours during high school listening to Aiba practicing, how Nino had agreed to sit with the guitar next to him, strumming chords for Aiba to follow. A bit of an inaccurate way of learning, but Aiba had actually gotten the hang of it relatively quickly and he’d even managed to pick up some guitar skills out of sheer will. Of course he knew that. “I am actually aware of that.”

“So, accordion for his birthday?”

“If we’re giving him that for his birthday, then we’re definitely giving him some lessons for Christmas. For my sake. For his neighbors’ sakes. For everyone’s sakes.”

Ohno laughed, his grip on Nino’s nape tightening with it. “Deal. See, that… took around four more minutes of your sleepless night.”

“You’re useless, positively useless,” Nino groaned, “I don’t even know why I’m keeping you around anymore.”

“I’m pretty.”

Well. “Yes,” Nino conceded, pressing his lips to Ohno’s arm, then again. “That you are. Ridiculously pretty, sometimes.” And Ohno’s smile, lazy and sleepy and warm and sort of perfect, Ohno was effortlessly sexy, unfairly sexy at times, really, he didn’t even have to try. Stupidly unfair, Nino couldn’t even blame him, he got to touch and be with him every single day, it was completely fine with Nino that Ohno was so pretty. “But you being pretty doesn’t put me to sleep. Quite the opposite most of the time.”

Ohno made a half-interested sound at the back of his throat, low and still tired, and he shifted beneath Nino’s head, curling to his side and shifting to Nino’s, slotting an ankle in between Nino’s feet, hauling him closer by the hip. “There are some tiring things we could do.”

“Why, Oh-chan, if I didn’t know better I’d think you were propositioning me.”

“But you do know better,” Ohno grinned, lips finding Nino’s chin briefly. “I was thinking of painting the living room.”

It was a peal of laughter that lodged free of Nino’s throat, and he could feel Ohno’s grin of triumph into his lips that Ohno caught on the second try. It was a heady slide of lips, lazy and slow, just mouths and the sound of skin meeting and parting, and Nino could do this forever, he really could, just hold on to Ohno’s hip bone sharp beneath his palm, skin warm next to his own, kissing him, kissing him, kissing him. Wet and hot and – Nino could normally not think these words this close to Ohno without getting inappropriate reactions, but Ohno was there anyway, close and with a hand slipping up his shirt, fingers fanned out on his back, sliding down to get a handful of his ass, and Nino arched into him.

“Not fair,” Nino said, a breathless whimper as Ohno latched on to his neck. Ohno’s clever fingers were skirting the elastic of his waistband, Nino rolled his eyes as he retaliated without the casual touches, he just let his hand dive straight beneath the fabric of Ohno’s boxers, warm skin beneath his palm, and he tugged at the fabric, giggling into Ohno’s throat when Ohno kicked them down.

Sitting up, Ohno hooked his fingers in Nino’s underwear, pulling it down without preamble, hands sliding up his legs on their way up again. “Your legs are awesome.”

Nino chuckled and he repeated dryly, “My legs are awesome?”

“Yes,” Ohno said, finger tickling slightly at the soft skin at the back of his knee. “Awesome legs. Legs to die for. Killer legs.”

Nino let his head fall back onto the pillow, hand coming up to hide his very loud grin, only Ohno, seriously, the lovely creature. “Me and my legs would appreciate it if you got on with it, really.”

“Worshipping your legs takes time, it’s a serious matter,” Ohno pressed his smile to Nino’s calf, hands lifting it up until Nino huffed out, still laughing way too much to be believable, he knew it, “Are you serious?”

Ohno grinned some more, letting Nino’s leg down again, and Nino watched him lay down again, pressing close and kissing him once more, so good and close and incredibly present. Ohno’s generous hands and body and closeness in the night, Nino was just about forgetting that he’d woken Ohno up because he couldn’t sleep, trust Ohno to distract him properly, good man that he was. Still kissing the breath right out of him, Ohno hoisted one of Nino’s legs up, hand firm on his thigh, slotting his own leg in between Nino’s, pressing impossibly closer, there was not an inch of space between them, Nino’s breath loud when he gasped for it. Nino slid his hand down Ohno’s back, under his t-shirt to where sturdy bone gave way to curving flesh, raising his leg obediently higher over Ohno’s when Ohno insisted, this broad expanse of skin Nino was allowed to touch.

“Shirts,” Nino demanded, “off.”

More huffed laughter against his mouth where Ohno smiled, broad and amused, lifting at the hem of Nino’s shirt, tugging insistently until Nino raised up enough for the t-shirt to meet its final destination before laundry: the floor, where Ohno’s shirt met the same fate. Oh, glorious, warm skin, Ohno rolled him to his back, slipping over him and grinding down. Nino sometimes didn’t know which way was up when Ohno touched him, fever touches that melted his brain, Ohno had this way of touching him as if it was new skin every single time, as if he hadn’t already spent such a long time mapping him all out, curious touches all over again, tender and giving way to confidence.

There was a sureness to Ohno’s fingers, how they asked for permission and how they dipped in, knew how to make him almost ache with it, breath bursting out of his throat, their mouths close enough that every breath was almost a kiss.

This night it seemed Ohno had a fixation with his legs, hands splayed over hips then down to his thighs.

“Are you serious?” Nino asked again, grinning into Ohno’s mouth, it really wasn’t worth it, trying to seem indignant when it was so far from the truth. The way Ohno touched him, so sure of his welcome touches was so downright sexy to Nino, completely certain that he wouldn’t be turned away.

“Always,” Ohno said to Nino’s lips, kissing him harder and hands now holding his hips, holding him closer with leverage to press them tighter from head to tippy toes, so much skin to touch. “What do you want?”

Difficult to think, difficult, so damn difficult with his brain coming apart and melting under Ohno’s touches. “Anything that will get me off.”

Ohno’s kiss, warm and wet and so messy, and he was grinning again, asking, patient and devious, “What do you want?”

Nino wound his arms as tightly around Ohno as possible, kissing him and being breathless with it. “Don’t make me sa-ah!-ay it, you jerk,” he managed when Ohno bit down at his jaw, creative fingers palming his ass.

Ohno’s laugh was warm on his face, he hiked Nino’s leg up again, pressing their groins together and Nino shivered, “oh my god, get on with it,” and Ohno kept laughing, the bastard, kissing Nino and pressing against him, and Nino couldn’t find the energy to pretend being put off, because it was so good. They did a somewhat synchronized more or less dignified kick-jumble of trying to get the sheets out of the way, ending with Ohno yelping, wincing, Nino laughing his apology about his bony knees.

“Careful, I’m pretty sure I’ll be needing that for later,” Ohno gasped, grimacing, and Nino petted his hip in apology, no fabric now to obscure his way to the warm skin of Ohno’s glorious ass. Ohno retaliated by pulling at him, pulling at his hips and then at his legs, god, and they pressed together, warm and slick, and wonderful, Ohno was making fantastic noises and not even trying to keep them in, a hand broad on Nino’s back, the other tangling in his hair, cupping the back of his skull, holding him in for openmouthed dirty kisses that made it really difficult to breathe and think for long enough to even imagine setting two words together.

Oh,” he groaned when Ohno wrapped a hand around his cock, he was pretty sure his knees would’ve buckled if he’d been standing, he could do nothing but hold on and pull Ohno’s hips closer.

Ohno was laughing again, hand going still but grip firm, “I can’t really do anything when you’re holding me so close,” he grinned, still kissing him as if he couldn’t not, and how was Ohno still so coherent?

Nino pushed at his shoulders, Ohno rolled trustingly, easily and without complains to his back, settled and then moaned quite spectacularly when Nino sank his mouth down over Ohno’s cock, and Ohno’s hands found his head quickly, just holding him, touching his hair and his face as if there was nothing in this world he’d rather be touching.

Because for all Nino knew Ohno loved giving head, Nino knew he also loved getting it because Ohno was a healthy male with a perfectly healthy sex drive (which no one would ever hear Nino complain about in a million years, because, nice) and Ohno was never averse to anything that felt good. The thing about Ohno, though, was that he got off on Nino feeling good, the entire aspect of sex was wholly more appealing to Ohno when mutuality was involved, and Ohno always said that his kink was Nino in any shape and form he could have him, so if Nino was feeling good about it, then Ohno was enjoying himself a whole lot more.

This fact made Nino louder during sex than he’d been before he met Ohno, because yes, Ohno got off on Nino’s pleasure, and Nino made sure Ohno knew he was having a good time.

And he hummed around Ohno’s cock, would smile if he could when Ohno shivered. Ohno’s fingers cradled his face, pulling at him and Nino let go, crawled up to meet Ohno’s kiss, his eager mouth, open-mouthed, breathy kisses and generous hands, holding him close. God, he could do this forever, rutting up against Ohno, seeking as much friction as possible, sweat slicked and hot skin, and Ohno’s eyes closed, head thrown back, oh god, his boyfriend was gorgeous like that. Ohno’s fingers found his spine, dipping into every knob on the entire length, and Nino’s body wanted to curl with it.

Ohno rolled him to his back quite suddenly, pressing him down into the mattress, and he grabbed both of Nino’s hands, holding them on both sides of his head, setting a steady rhythm, grinding against him until Nino groaned with it, eyes rolling back, and he just had to kiss Ohno, had to breathe with him through it as he rode it out, clinging to Ohno with all he had, holding Ohno as he stiffened against him.

He stroked Ohno’s nape, Ohno’s entire weight comfortable and perfect on him as Ohno’s heart slowed to a rhythmic breath in his ear.

“I’m sleepy,” Ohno muttered, and Nino grinned, swatting at him, getting his cheek.

“You’re also heavy.”

“I think I just came half my brain out.”

Nino hid his grin in Ohno’s hair. Ridiculous.

Ohno rolled off him, falling to his back, stretching and looking content and smug all at once, “Sex with you is the best, we have the best sex ever.”

“Yes, we’re quite good at that,” Nino agreed, rolling to his side, his hand falling flat on Ohno’s chest, sliding up to dip into the hollows of his collarbones. He hid a grin against Ohno’s arm. “Really good.”

“We’re spectacular,” Ohno emphasized, Nino could hear him grinning, body happy and satisfied, loose beneath his touch. “And now we’re sticky.”

“Ugh, yes, unfortunate side effect, why do we never think of that, now we need to shower. I don’t want to get up.”

“Come on, you go ahead,” Ohno said, turning his head to bury his nose in Nino’s hair. “Sheets.”

“It’s your turn.”

Ohno groaned. “I know.”


Back under covers, clean, fresh sheets, on his back and Ohno sliding in next to him, Nino was pleased to find that while he still didn’t feel like he could fall asleep that instant, he was way closer (though still way too awake for this time of the night, or was it really very early morning?). Ohno was yawning again, settling into his routine of rolling and rolling and squirming and pretty much ending up in his starting position, and he really looked quite content and too near sleep for it to be entirely fair.

Nino glanced at the clock, the red numbers glaring, and a twinge of guilt made him squirm a bit – Ohno had to be up in very few hours now, and he was facing quite possibly a really long and grueling day of rehearsals. Even if Nino hadn’t directly made Ohno wake up, it really wasn’t good of him.

“Your thoughts are really loud,” Ohno said, eyes closed as he rolled to his side, settling.

“Sorry I woke you up,” he apologized again, fingertips going down the slope of Ohno’s nose, thumb swiping over Ohno’s full bottom lip.

Ohno’s eyes, tired brown, blinked open briefly, and he yawned again. “You don’t see me complaining, do you? And you actually didn’t wake me up, so shut up and sleep.”

Nino poked his cheek. “That would be an exercise in futility, thank you very much. Your attempt at wearing me out failed.”

“I’m still not complaining,” Ohno said, sliding closer and slinking an arm over Nino’s waist, pressing in at the small of his back and Nino obediently slid closer, making it impossible to look at Ohno without going cross-eyed. “Just lie with me.”

“What am I doing, then?”

Ohno didn’t deign that with an answer, just tightened his grip and breathed deeply. His heartbeat was calming as Nino scooted even closer, scooting down the bed and fitting his head in under Ohno’s chin, comfortably closer now. He remembered the first nerve-wrecking times, in his late teens, the first times he’d had the opportunities to actually spend an entire night with someone, how he’d been so weirded out by the thought of waking up with someone, to fit around someone for a whole night. The concept of someone else’s breath in the night so near, someone else kicking out, someone probably hitting his face with a stray arm. He’d woken up so often that he’d ended up going to the couch and sleeping there instead.

It was different with Ohno. He’d grown from waking up all night and he’d slept through the night with lovers, but it had never been this complete lack of space, this lack of fear of asphyxiation by breathing through Ohno’s skin all through the dark hours. He normally woke up only if something was amiss; where it had been disconcerting when he was younger, the sound of Ohno’s even breath was a fine lullaby, Ohno’s stray hand a reassuring weight when it hit his chin, Ohno’s kicks and smacking sounds from his lips reminders that he was incredibly present.

Would it make sense, he wondered, thinking if and how he could ever explain to anyone how it felt to wake up because Ohno’s breathing was weird, that sometimes it hitched oddly during the night, and Nino woke up, always laying a hand on Ohno’s chest, feeling the palpitations. He wasn’t sure it made sense to anyone when it wasn’t even a fear, really, the happy reassurance of Ohno’s steady heart.

And it was soothing now, as always.

Ohno’s arm slid down his back in a broad swipe, up and down again, palm pressing in at the small of his back. “Sleep,” he said, voice low and pleasant, and Nino closed his eyes, let his hands hold on to Ohno’s skin, warm and smooth, Ohno’s fingers rubbing circles.

“Okay,” he breathed, finally, his heart rate slowing.

“See, I wore you out,” Ohno said slowly. “Mission accomplished.”

“Seems like it,” Nino agreed on an exhale, then added, “Don’t be too smug. Also, shh, I’m trying to sleep.”

“Mean,” Ohno whispered but tucked his fingers closer.

Shh,” Nino insisted around a grin even as sleep finally pulled at his eyelids. He was out before he realized it.


Date: 2013-02-07 07:43 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] eufry.livejournal.com

Date: 2013-02-07 07:45 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] eufry.livejournal.com
I AM SO SORRY T____________________T

Date: 2013-02-07 07:48 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] rikke-leonhart.livejournal.com
Don't be omg D;

Date: 2013-02-07 09:16 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] jamasunda.livejournal.com

Date: 2013-02-07 09:24 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] jamasunda.livejournal.com
God, I am so bad at commenting, it's ridiculous. But. Just.

I just love your characterization, storytelling, everything. It's amazing, and I cannot even fathom to try to explain the amazingness that it is, because it is amazing and just. Yes.

Date: 2013-02-07 09:51 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] rikke-leonhart.livejournal.com
You're not! /clings

sldjcsjhfsksfdsjdf I'm just so glad that you're still here and still reading and still enjoying, oh my god, thank you ♥♥♥

Date: 2013-02-07 09:37 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] morninglights.livejournal.com

Expect me to comment on this surely awesome chapter (because it's Muses, duh) as soon as possible.

♥ ♥ ♥

/leaves pretty Ohno here for you in the meantime or better not since you won't want me back then if you have Ohno 8D

Date: 2013-02-07 09:52 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] rikke-leonhart.livejournal.com

I will be looking forward to hearing your thoughts on it 8D

....ugh, Ohno, stop it your pretty is hurting me.


Date: 2013-02-08 06:49 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] morninglights.livejournal.com
AWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWNNNN how I love love love your Nino when he is grumpy like that and your way to write Nino when he is, because all the swearing is just so adorable! ♥ ♥ ♥ I mean, how he tells Ohno to stop breathing because he can't sleep, omg. Perfect ♥

And the sex. Oh. Oh so much. I love how while it is really hot how you described it, you always find the right words to make such a scene something beyond hot. Something with love and feels and everything in it. Gosh, I feel so much when I read your porn 8D So much love, really, and I just have this thought in my head, the same one I always have when I read your Muses, which is that Ohno and Nino are so perfect for each other and they just fit.

Also, Ohno is hot. Too hot to be good, honestly, I get the feels for him so frikkin much, god.

Sorry for the incoherence, but that's just what Muses always do to me and I think you know that. You do know that, right? How much I get affected every single time. By every single line. Aww, you. Stay perfect and awesome like this! ♥ ♥ ♥

Date: 2013-02-08 07:52 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] rikke-leonhart.livejournal.com
I've said it before, but Nino is me, I am so incredibly grumpy when I can't sleep xD And I just love writing him, also when he's swearing, he has such a potty mouth xD

I strive to write classy porn. People say it's not possible to write, but I digress. I really try. I mean, I can write messy porn, that's really not difficult, but I just know that when I read smut, I just like it better if there are feelings and love and laughter and mishaps (because ow, knees). I'm just so happy that you continue to like it, I'm so stupidly fond of this 'verse anyway, so it makes me happy that other people like it as well. And yes, I know what you mean, I do try my best to make them fit, not like they agree on everything because that's not an option, but as two people who genuinely just want to be together and who know it's work, but that they're willing to put in the effort of making it work. ♥ I have so many feelings about this xD

Ohno is hot. I know. It pains me sometimes how hot he is, I sort of hate him sometimes because of his utter hotness.

I'll take your incoherence any day 8D And thank you, thank you, thank you so much for your kind, kind words, I'll flail at you on fb as well, because oh my god, I just want to roll around in this comment forever ♥♥♥

Date: 2013-02-11 08:57 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] morninglights.livejournal.com
I may have said that before as well, but that's exactly the reason why your Nino seems to be so alive in your fics. Because you not only know how to write him spot on, but you also are Nino and that is the moment when a writer manages to make his character come alive. Oh how I love that and how I love you for being so awesome to accomplish things like that ♥

The mere reason that this fic here exists makes it possible. From now on I shall direct everyone who says classy porn isn't possible to this perfect example that it is 8D I do like both, but it's refreshing to read some porn with feelings (that sounds so awkward in a way XD) from time to time, because the majority of smut fics have porn because of the porn. Because they only want to write something that is hot, which is totally okay, of course, since we all like that, right? But from time to time I need fics like yours here ♥
Oh and the mishaps, another thing I actually wanted to comment on (amongst other things but I didn't want to quote your whole fic in the end and that would have been what happen when I started to write about everything I liked :'D). I love mishaps in smut scenes, because they happen and they make everything so more real. I think it was in another fic of yours where you wrote about their first times and how it was over to soon and how many things didn't work out in the beginning, but that's just how it is. Even though Ohmiya is the best and perfect couple there is, even they have their share of difficult moments and problems and that makes them even more lovable. Also, because they don't mind and they don't get awkward at all because it's just how they are and gosh, I really should stop with the ranting :'D

I’m repeating myself but that’s exactly what I love about your fic so much, how they work, how they fit and how they do everything to ensure that it stays that way. Your fic, even though that’s what it is, a fictional story, is the best love story I’ve ever seen and it feels so much more real than all the love stories you hear of or see in real life. It makes me jealous of what they have, in a way, even though it’s “only” fictional, but that’s really just how a perfect relationship would be. There are no perfect relationships, sure, but… you get the point, right? Also it doesn’t feel too much, which is another thing that makes it so awesome, because it’s neither overcliché’d nor too lovey-dovey in any way.

Ohno’s hotness should be forbidden, really. It’s too much and I hate him a bit more for it every single day. Can we just— prevent him from getting his switch-on face when he’s on stage? And give him some drugs against getting older and even more attractive? Can we?

This got way to long I’m so sorry it’s just this fic you know. Deal with it. ♥

Date: 2013-02-07 09:55 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] bulkyass.livejournal.com

Date: 2013-02-07 09:59 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] rikke-leonhart.livejournal.com
LOL Were you even checking LJ? Or did you see it on twitter? XD

Date: 2013-02-07 10:11 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] bulkyass.livejournal.com
i saw you post on twitter and I went zooming in on here. D: UGH, GATI.

Anyway, yaaayyy porn at 6am! woot!

Date: 2013-02-08 07:54 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] rikke-leonhart.livejournal.com
Porn, no matter the time, is good for the soul soul

Date: 2013-02-08 11:12 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] eufry.livejournal.com

Date: 2013-02-07 10:08 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] eufry.livejournal.com

/not sorry for this analogy

Date: 2013-02-07 10:11 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] bulkyass.livejournal.com


Date: 2013-02-08 07:55 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] rikke-leonhart.livejournal.com
I approve of these comments.

Date: 2013-02-07 10:11 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] reisakurano.livejournal.com
*________________________________________________* <3<3<3<3<3

I love it!!
I really like the start and how it´s going on~
I know the sheets problem too good |D

I am bad at commenting xD sorry~
just to say that I love your writing!

Date: 2013-02-08 07:56 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] rikke-leonhart.livejournal.com
Thank you for reading, honey, I'm glad you like it! Ugh and the sheets. And the too warm pillow. And the clinging t-shirt. I write from experience, I hate insomnia xD

Thank you ♥

Date: 2013-02-07 11:02 pm (UTC)
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From: [identity profile] neenashareefa.livejournal.com
Long time no see and I really love the sexiness in this chapter...

Date: 2013-02-08 07:56 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] rikke-leonhart.livejournal.com
Thaaaaank you, sweetheart ♥

Date: 2013-02-08 01:24 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] zero-shichi.livejournal.com
the pretty and the amazing of your works always amaze me. (●^o^●) the huge grin that never left my face. ( ´∀`) right now i'm in that same 'the fuck i'm so tired where the fuck is sleep' state like nino (while mine is most likely because of the 2 tons of coffee i drank all day.) it's been a while since i last read a fic but when i saw your update i just had to because i can't be missing this. and commenting is a must because you should always be reminded how awesome you are and the incredible ohmiya you create are my favorite ohmiya which i totally crave for always. ♥

well, what i really wanted to say was THANK YOU. 彡☆

Date: 2013-02-08 07:59 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] rikke-leonhart.livejournal.com
Thank you so much, darling! ♥ Oh no, too much coffee? I'm a bit of a coffee addict as well, but I just choose to ignore my limits, so I end up a shaking mess xD I'm glad you wanted to read it, thank you and thank you for your incredibly kind words ♥♥♥

Date: 2013-02-08 02:34 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] senna23.livejournal.com
I looooooooooooove it!!!!!!!!!! I miss reading your fics (yes I rarely comment, I'm so sorry but I adored your fic muses) <33

Date: 2013-02-08 08:00 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] rikke-leonhart.livejournal.com
Thank you for reading, sweetheart ♥ I know I haven't been posting much lately, but life has really been kicking my ass lately^^;;

(Your icon is incredibly pretty ♥)

Date: 2013-02-08 04:35 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] smapxorenji.livejournal.com
“Can’t sleep?” Ohno’s voice, low, warm and rough with sleep, god, he should stop being so sexy without trying.


Waking up and reading this is just... THIS.

Been a while but cookies? =D

Date: 2013-02-08 08:01 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] rikke-leonhart.livejournal.com

COOKIES YES. You know my weakness. Cookies.


Date: 2013-02-08 06:54 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] gambitsfox.livejournal.com
Yay! Ohmiya fic! I just love how you make them seem so much like a couple. I could actually see them doing this. So loving and comfortable with each other and knowing each other so well. Sexy and beautiful. : )

Date: 2013-02-08 08:04 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] rikke-leonhart.livejournal.com
I love love love writing them doing relationship stuff, the ease of having been together for long enough to just fit together. Thank you so much, honey, I'm glad you liked it ♥

Date: 2013-02-08 05:56 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] haruchaan.livejournal.com

Plot? What is that? Do we even need that here? I'm totally fine with them rubbing against each other in bed. Really.
But on a serious note, there's been a severe lack of good fics around lately (that or I've missed them) and I literally almost screamed when I saw your update. I've been so exhausted from working night shifts that this really just made my day. So um, thank you ♥ as usual.

Date: 2013-02-08 08:08 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] rikke-leonhart.livejournal.com
WHO NEEDS PLOT WHEN THERE IS SMUT? Clearly it's past my bed time when I make rhymes like that oh my god xD But I agree, I can live with PWP any day xD Honestly, I wouldn't know about the lack of fic since I don't really read anything Arashi related these days, I just randomly surface to post something, and then I go back to whatever fandom I'm immersed in at the time^^;;

Thank you so much for reading ♥♥♥

Date: 2013-02-08 11:20 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] carey-chan.livejournal.com
reading this before going to bed was a reeeeeaaaally good idead ♥♥ waiting the whole day really paid off in the end yatta~ cause just like kazu, I`m all calm now and ready to give in to sleep and dream of cuddly (and ultra sexy) ohmiya~ thank you so much for it dear <3

ps: *high fives oh-chan* I get you buddy,...his legs arew to die for! *wants to bite his inner thighs* XDDD

Date: 2013-02-09 04:38 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] helenmaldon.livejournal.com
This fic was just so beautiful and amazing and I don't even know what to say other than that your writing is incredibly wonderful. And the ending made my heart hurt, when I had my first boyfriend I could never fall asleep next to him either because I was so aware of his breathing, reading about it in this fic almost made me cry. LOL I'm sorry for the un-necessary info, just trying to say I was really touched by this, thanks!


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