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rinoahyuna) wrote2017-05-08 10:24 pm
rinoahyuna) wrote2017-05-08 10:24 pm
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{012} All for you
Morning After, Ohno/Nino
PG, 440 words
Ohmiya drabble collection, part 11
Available in AO3
It’s a little over eight on a Sunday morning and Nino is awake.
He shouldn’t be, he thinks about this carefully as he goes back and tucks his face into Ohno’s armpit, inhaling greedily; it’s Sunday and for the first time in months, he and Ohno are off today, tomorrow, too, and Nino has wonderful plans of spending the majority of both days in bed, on the couch, or somewhere in the vicinity of the shower sucking Ohno off.
But it’s obvious, with the way his stomach is gurgling angrily despite the fact that he’s ignoring it, that he and Ohno have to stuff their stomachs food at some point. He plans to do it later, too, (ordering out is an option he’s really considering right about now, too) but doing so will require him to move – something he’s not really looking forward to, because fuck, his hips hurt like fuck.
His stomach rumbles again as if on cue – like clogged drain, it sounds like – and Nino gives up trying to convince himself he’s not hungry. He takes one look at Ohno’s face – he looks so peaceful (and stupid, if the drool spilling at the corner of his mouth is of any indication) and Nino almost feels bad for what he’s about to do.
Almost.
He lifts his hand near the vicinity of Ohno’s face and brings it down flat, startling Ohno, who merely grunts.
“asldhdodlh#a;a;?”
“Food,” Nino says, without bothering deciphering Ohno’s gibberish language. “If you haven’t noticed it, Oh-chan, my stomach is fucking screaming.”
Ohno groans, though it’s not the pissed-sounding one because Nino would have noticed it right away.
“Is it my turn to cook?” Ohno asks, obviously trying to find a way out of doing the chore. He looks like he’d rather sleep, and Nino wants to feel bad for him but he can’t.
“You fucked the hell out of me last night,” Nino points out, “that means it is your turn to feed me. Or have you forgotten?”
Ohno blinks. “Right.”
“Now go,” Nino says, shoving Ohno lightly. “I want eggs and pancakes. And coffee.”
“Yeah, yeah,”
“Hurry it up so we can eat, then we can go back to bed and you can fuck me again.”
Ohno stops putting on his underpants and gives Nino a look. “I thought you’re in pain, then why –“
“It’s my ass, Oh-chan,” Nino points out, flopping onto his stomach and making a big show of wriggling said body part to prove his point. “now go make that breakfast before I change my mind.”
Ohno stumbles, humming, “Fine, alright,” under his breath as he goes straight to the door.
PG, 440 words
Ohmiya drabble collection, part 11
Available in AO3
It’s a little over eight on a Sunday morning and Nino is awake.
He shouldn’t be, he thinks about this carefully as he goes back and tucks his face into Ohno’s armpit, inhaling greedily; it’s Sunday and for the first time in months, he and Ohno are off today, tomorrow, too, and Nino has wonderful plans of spending the majority of both days in bed, on the couch, or somewhere in the vicinity of the shower sucking Ohno off.
But it’s obvious, with the way his stomach is gurgling angrily despite the fact that he’s ignoring it, that he and Ohno have to stuff their stomachs food at some point. He plans to do it later, too, (ordering out is an option he’s really considering right about now, too) but doing so will require him to move – something he’s not really looking forward to, because fuck, his hips hurt like fuck.
His stomach rumbles again as if on cue – like clogged drain, it sounds like – and Nino gives up trying to convince himself he’s not hungry. He takes one look at Ohno’s face – he looks so peaceful (and stupid, if the drool spilling at the corner of his mouth is of any indication) and Nino almost feels bad for what he’s about to do.
Almost.
He lifts his hand near the vicinity of Ohno’s face and brings it down flat, startling Ohno, who merely grunts.
“asldhdodlh#a;a;?”
“Food,” Nino says, without bothering deciphering Ohno’s gibberish language. “If you haven’t noticed it, Oh-chan, my stomach is fucking screaming.”
Ohno groans, though it’s not the pissed-sounding one because Nino would have noticed it right away.
“Is it my turn to cook?” Ohno asks, obviously trying to find a way out of doing the chore. He looks like he’d rather sleep, and Nino wants to feel bad for him but he can’t.
“You fucked the hell out of me last night,” Nino points out, “that means it is your turn to feed me. Or have you forgotten?”
Ohno blinks. “Right.”
“Now go,” Nino says, shoving Ohno lightly. “I want eggs and pancakes. And coffee.”
“Yeah, yeah,”
“Hurry it up so we can eat, then we can go back to bed and you can fuck me again.”
Ohno stops putting on his underpants and gives Nino a look. “I thought you’re in pain, then why –“
“It’s my ass, Oh-chan,” Nino points out, flopping onto his stomach and making a big show of wriggling said body part to prove his point. “now go make that breakfast before I change my mind.”
Ohno stumbles, humming, “Fine, alright,” under his breath as he goes straight to the door.