{043} She will never be me
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rinoahyunaBest left unspoken
Aiba/Nino, R
"I can sex you better than her."
In storms with you, part 5
Also in AO3
It was easier then, really. Aiba didn’t have much to say about the fact, just that everything about them was easy. Natural like breathing. Holding hands, kissing, sleeping together – things that probably seemed weird to others, but not to them. Aiba liked to think it was because they’ve been together for so long – and have been friends for far longer – for it to matter. Well, maybe it did. Maybe it didn’t. But it was them, so, he didn’t think much of it. Nino was Nino and he was himself, and together, they’re just – them.
That was all there was to it.
“You’re frowning again,” Nino’s voice cut through his internal musings, much like he normally did when Aiba’s brain decide to take him some place he couldn’t take Nino with. It was kind of scary, yes, but it wasn’t like he was doing this intentionally.
Well, most of the time, he wasn’t.
There were fingers on his temple, warm and real, tapping lightly on his skin before they went drifting down his jaw where they settled comfortably on his cheek, and he leaned towards it simply because he couldn’t help it.
Nino was warm. Aiba knew he would miss this warmth when he couldn’t have it anymore.
“What is it?”
He chuckled; it sounded dry even to his own ears. “Not anymore, see?” he said, offering Nino a smile before pulling Nino to him once again. It was warmer now that they’re skin to skin, but Nino wouldn’t ever hear him complain about that either.
Never.
He ran his fingers across the bare skin of Nino’s thighs and got an involuntary shiver in answer. He grinned and leaned up to lick a wet trail from Nino’s jaw to his ear, deciding to kick those unpleasant thoughts to the deepest recesses of his brain, at least for now.
“You think distracting me with this will work, huh?” Nino said, settling above him with a full body shudder, lips curling, eyes dark with want. Aiba wished he could draw as good as Leader because right now, his fingers itched to do just that, to immortalize Nino in this moment on a paper, while he was suspended above him and looking at Aiba like nothing mattered in this moment but him and him alone.
“I don’t just think it, I know it,” he said, grinning.
“Pervert,” Nino countered, but he was arching into his touch and giving him the space he needed to work his fingers around Nino’s dick. It was hard and throbbing when he wrapped his hand around it, his lips moving to suck a mark onto the sensitive spot beneath Nino’s ear at the same time.
“You like it,” he husked out, hips jerking in counter when Nino did the same, small fingers finding his cock, hard and already slicked at the tip.
“Never said I didn’t,” Nino muttered, and it ended with a keen when he flexed his fingers just right, his thumb grazing the wet tip. Somehow, the thought of her doing the same to Nino annoyed him, though he couldn’t really help it.
Nino groaned, then tsked, and Aiba realized it was because he stopped. “Aiba-chan, I swear to god, if you keep stopping every other minute, I’m jacking off here and I’m leaving you to deal with your hard-on yourself. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
He sighed. “I’m sorry.”
Nino sighed back. “Also, your thoughts are very loud. You can quit with that now, too, if you please.”
“Sorry,” he breathed, worming an arm around Nino’s waist and turning him over until Nino was the one on his back on the bed and he was towering over Nino. “But let me just say this once so I won’t have to think about it again while I’m doing you? Please?”
“Fine,” Nino muttered, shaking his head, throwing a hand over his face to hide his eyes but Aiba saw the way his lips quirked anyway. Well, then. “Fine, just out with it so we could get this over and done with. If in case you haven’t noticed, my dick is begging for attention. I don’t think that’s too much to ask for at this point, really.”
He nodded and, without preamble, ducked to bury his face on Nino’s chest, licking one of his nipples as he thumbed the other.
“Your girl friend is a bitch,” he muttered, meaning it.
Nino snickered. “Okay,” Nino chuckled, sounding and obviously looking exasperated. “Feeling better now?”
No, not really, he wanted to say, but it’d have to do for now. He said nothing and just proceed on doing what he’d rather be doing instead of letting himself think, crawling his way down Nino’s body and parting his lips when Nino’s fingers settled on his hair, tugging on the strands lightly and humming his name.
Aiba/Nino, R
"I can sex you better than her."
In storms with you, part 5
Also in AO3
It was easier then, really. Aiba didn’t have much to say about the fact, just that everything about them was easy. Natural like breathing. Holding hands, kissing, sleeping together – things that probably seemed weird to others, but not to them. Aiba liked to think it was because they’ve been together for so long – and have been friends for far longer – for it to matter. Well, maybe it did. Maybe it didn’t. But it was them, so, he didn’t think much of it. Nino was Nino and he was himself, and together, they’re just – them.
That was all there was to it.
“You’re frowning again,” Nino’s voice cut through his internal musings, much like he normally did when Aiba’s brain decide to take him some place he couldn’t take Nino with. It was kind of scary, yes, but it wasn’t like he was doing this intentionally.
Well, most of the time, he wasn’t.
There were fingers on his temple, warm and real, tapping lightly on his skin before they went drifting down his jaw where they settled comfortably on his cheek, and he leaned towards it simply because he couldn’t help it.
Nino was warm. Aiba knew he would miss this warmth when he couldn’t have it anymore.
“What is it?”
He chuckled; it sounded dry even to his own ears. “Not anymore, see?” he said, offering Nino a smile before pulling Nino to him once again. It was warmer now that they’re skin to skin, but Nino wouldn’t ever hear him complain about that either.
Never.
He ran his fingers across the bare skin of Nino’s thighs and got an involuntary shiver in answer. He grinned and leaned up to lick a wet trail from Nino’s jaw to his ear, deciding to kick those unpleasant thoughts to the deepest recesses of his brain, at least for now.
“You think distracting me with this will work, huh?” Nino said, settling above him with a full body shudder, lips curling, eyes dark with want. Aiba wished he could draw as good as Leader because right now, his fingers itched to do just that, to immortalize Nino in this moment on a paper, while he was suspended above him and looking at Aiba like nothing mattered in this moment but him and him alone.
“I don’t just think it, I know it,” he said, grinning.
“Pervert,” Nino countered, but he was arching into his touch and giving him the space he needed to work his fingers around Nino’s dick. It was hard and throbbing when he wrapped his hand around it, his lips moving to suck a mark onto the sensitive spot beneath Nino’s ear at the same time.
“You like it,” he husked out, hips jerking in counter when Nino did the same, small fingers finding his cock, hard and already slicked at the tip.
“Never said I didn’t,” Nino muttered, and it ended with a keen when he flexed his fingers just right, his thumb grazing the wet tip. Somehow, the thought of her doing the same to Nino annoyed him, though he couldn’t really help it.
Nino groaned, then tsked, and Aiba realized it was because he stopped. “Aiba-chan, I swear to god, if you keep stopping every other minute, I’m jacking off here and I’m leaving you to deal with your hard-on yourself. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
He sighed. “I’m sorry.”
Nino sighed back. “Also, your thoughts are very loud. You can quit with that now, too, if you please.”
“Sorry,” he breathed, worming an arm around Nino’s waist and turning him over until Nino was the one on his back on the bed and he was towering over Nino. “But let me just say this once so I won’t have to think about it again while I’m doing you? Please?”
“Fine,” Nino muttered, shaking his head, throwing a hand over his face to hide his eyes but Aiba saw the way his lips quirked anyway. Well, then. “Fine, just out with it so we could get this over and done with. If in case you haven’t noticed, my dick is begging for attention. I don’t think that’s too much to ask for at this point, really.”
He nodded and, without preamble, ducked to bury his face on Nino’s chest, licking one of his nipples as he thumbed the other.
“Your girl friend is a bitch,” he muttered, meaning it.
Nino snickered. “Okay,” Nino chuckled, sounding and obviously looking exasperated. “Feeling better now?”
No, not really, he wanted to say, but it’d have to do for now. He said nothing and just proceed on doing what he’d rather be doing instead of letting himself think, crawling his way down Nino’s body and parting his lips when Nino’s fingers settled on his hair, tugging on the strands lightly and humming his name.
