{037} Who we are
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Ohno/Nino, PG
Ohmiya Drabble collection, part 23
Also in AO3
The music is loud enough to drown the noise, the voices of everyone in the other room and whatever ruckus they’re up to at the moment, but it’s obviously not enough to stop Ohno from dragging him here despite knowing that someone is bound to know they are missing soon. He supposed he should be worried, but for some reason, he can’t bring himself to feel that way, when the proximity is enough to make his head spin and his insides churn in a way that doesn’t have anything to do with all the alcohol he’d managed to ingest earlier.
Ohno drags his fingertips from his temple to his jaw, repeating the action twice while breathing harshly into the side of his neck. They are so close that Nino can feel the rise and fall of his and Ohno’s chest, the dampness of Ohno’s mouth against his nape. It’s even more difficult to stray away now that Ohno’s backed him against the wall, one arm wormed around his waist in a way that could only be possessive, their thighs touching.
Another fleeting touch to his cheek followed by Ohno’s hips jerking into him ever so slowly, and Nino finds himself moaning despite himself. The air between them is so thick, laden with something that is wonderfully hot if not forbidden, and feels more than hears Ohno chuckling wetly against the underside of his ear.
“Shhh,” Ohno hushes him, voice light and teasing, as if he knows what is happening. Nino feels like hitting him across the head, or maybe kiss him hard if only to make it stop. Ohno grins, then stops closer still, and Nino is certain he has at least five seconds before he gets fully hard, goddamnit.
Somehow, his fingers drift to the back of Ohno’s head, to tug at his hair as he eases himself back, just the slightest bit, if only to shift away from that inviting friction that is Ohno’s jeans. He can’t breathe, and coupled with the way Ohno is slowly mapping his neck with his mouth, it’s doubly hard to even do anything.
“Come on, don’t fight it, Nino,” Ohno whispers, like he has all the fucking right to demand something like that now. It’s frustrating as much as it is arousing, and it’s somehow worse knowing that it’s Ohno doing this to him.
Not that he has much to complain, but then again – “God, d’you even know what you’re doing to me?” he rasps out, clinging onto Ohno’s shoulder for dear life as Ohno’s eyes darken visibly.
“I’m not doing anything,” Ohno whispers into the tiny space between their lips. “Yet.”
Nino shivers as if on cue. There’s no disguising this, whatever the hell is this, despite the fact that he knows they shouldn’t. He pulls Ohno to him, kicking that sensible voice screaming in his head hard.
“I’m way too sober for this, Leader,” he says, not exactly meaning it because then he is tugging Ohno closer by his collar and mashing their mouths together for a kiss.
Ohno/Nino, PG
Ohmiya Drabble collection, part 23
Also in AO3
The music is loud enough to drown the noise, the voices of everyone in the other room and whatever ruckus they’re up to at the moment, but it’s obviously not enough to stop Ohno from dragging him here despite knowing that someone is bound to know they are missing soon. He supposed he should be worried, but for some reason, he can’t bring himself to feel that way, when the proximity is enough to make his head spin and his insides churn in a way that doesn’t have anything to do with all the alcohol he’d managed to ingest earlier.
Ohno drags his fingertips from his temple to his jaw, repeating the action twice while breathing harshly into the side of his neck. They are so close that Nino can feel the rise and fall of his and Ohno’s chest, the dampness of Ohno’s mouth against his nape. It’s even more difficult to stray away now that Ohno’s backed him against the wall, one arm wormed around his waist in a way that could only be possessive, their thighs touching.
Another fleeting touch to his cheek followed by Ohno’s hips jerking into him ever so slowly, and Nino finds himself moaning despite himself. The air between them is so thick, laden with something that is wonderfully hot if not forbidden, and feels more than hears Ohno chuckling wetly against the underside of his ear.
“Shhh,” Ohno hushes him, voice light and teasing, as if he knows what is happening. Nino feels like hitting him across the head, or maybe kiss him hard if only to make it stop. Ohno grins, then stops closer still, and Nino is certain he has at least five seconds before he gets fully hard, goddamnit.
Somehow, his fingers drift to the back of Ohno’s head, to tug at his hair as he eases himself back, just the slightest bit, if only to shift away from that inviting friction that is Ohno’s jeans. He can’t breathe, and coupled with the way Ohno is slowly mapping his neck with his mouth, it’s doubly hard to even do anything.
“Come on, don’t fight it, Nino,” Ohno whispers, like he has all the fucking right to demand something like that now. It’s frustrating as much as it is arousing, and it’s somehow worse knowing that it’s Ohno doing this to him.
Not that he has much to complain, but then again – “God, d’you even know what you’re doing to me?” he rasps out, clinging onto Ohno’s shoulder for dear life as Ohno’s eyes darken visibly.
“I’m not doing anything,” Ohno whispers into the tiny space between their lips. “Yet.”
Nino shivers as if on cue. There’s no disguising this, whatever the hell is this, despite the fact that he knows they shouldn’t. He pulls Ohno to him, kicking that sensible voice screaming in his head hard.
“I’m way too sober for this, Leader,” he says, not exactly meaning it because then he is tugging Ohno closer by his collar and mashing their mouths together for a kiss.
