"Sunday Evening", JE, (Ohno/Nino/Sho)
Title: Sunday Evening Author: Mitsuhachi Pairing: Ohmiya/ Sho Rating: NC-17 Length: 1,958 words Prompt:JE, Nino/Ohno/Sho: Bondage - "It's ok to leave it all to me, ne?"
Oh-chan was still lying breathless and shuddering on the sheets when the buzzer went off, so it was Nino who finally ended up kicking aside the tangles of rope around them and answering the door. Sho took one look at his friend's completely naked body when Nino pulled open the door and fell back against the doorpost sputtering. "Oh my god, Leader was serious."
Nino glared at Sho for making him hold the door open and let in all the cold air. "What are you even talking about," he grumbled, tugging at the sleeve of Sho-kun's coat to get him to come inside and stop gawking. Sho got a couple of dazed steps into the entryway before he gave up on even trying to explain and instead just flipped open his phone.
"Sho-kun, Nino wants me to tie you up and molest you, so could you please come over to my place? We'll be waiting, ne?" Nino couldn't help a smirk of satisfaction at the little hitch in Ohno's voice as he left the message, recalling the way he'd tried to keep his voice level as Nino took him into his mouth. When he looked up, Sho's face had gone bright red, and Sho was studiously not looking at the little splash of Oh-chan's cum from earlier drying on Nino's hip.
"I thought you guys were working on one of your skits or something," he said, waving his hands vaguely and making a face that usually meant Rie-chan had been visiting. Nino frowned at that: while Sho’s trauma face was always hilarious, it was also not getting him laid. He was just wondering what he should do when the sound of soft footsteps padded up the hall from behind him and he relaxed. Trust Captain to always know when Nino needed him.
“Ah, Sho-kun, you came!” Ohno said, face easing into an unabashedly contented smile that Sho couldn’t help but return as he padded up to rest his chin on Nino’s shoulder. “I made a mistake, ne?” Nino let his fingers brush along the front of Oh-chan’s thighs while Ohno talked and felt where he’d slipped on a pair of shorts before coming out. It occurred to him that that probably would have helped not freak Sho out, but he just thought oh well, though, too late now. But Ohno was going on. “I bought this rope, ne? For Nino? But the color is all wrong, so I thought it would be better to buy a new one, and this one could be for you, if you wanted it,” he explained, watching Sho with an easy, open expression.
Sho kept darting glances back and forth between the two of them, eyes still a little too wide, brittle, as he hesitantly toed off his shoes. “You really want to…” he asked, seeming to flounder when it came to actually saying it, clutching the lapels of his winter-coat like a lifeline.
Nino reached up to help Sho get it off, petting his shoulders reassuringly as he slid the caot down Sho’s arms. “Yeah,” he said quietly, a hundred images flashing through his memory-- Sho changing, muscles glistening with sweat under concert-lights, Sho sleeping, lips slightly parted and wet, Sho dancing like he wanted to fuck the audience—and every new image brought with it another lash of answering hunger from Nino. “Yeah, we do.”
Sho held himself completely still for a long moment, eyes locked with Nino’s like he could see there the things Nino couldn’t figure out how to say, and after almost a full minute, he finally nodded and abandoned his shoes and coat in the entryway. Captain grinned up at him from behind Nino’s shoulder. “That’s the spirit! Chesto, Sakurai!”
“Oi, you! Don’t suggest weird things and then just expect people to go along with them!” Sho said, glaring playfully at their captain.
Ohno dropped his head, more to hide his continuing grin than in actual contrition, and pulled Sho towards the bedroom. “It’s not weird,” he protested, pouting a little as he gathered the rope from it’s puddle on the bed where they’d left it earlier. “Why I tied Nino up, he came really fast. I wasn’t even touching him, and he just-”
“THAT’S WEIRD.” Sho hesitated in the doorway, face going back to its bright red hue as Nino reached down to unbutton his tented pants. “That’s definitely weird, right? Something like that…”
Nino hid his smirk against the back of Sho’s shoulder as Ohno ignored his argument, tilting his head at Sho like he did a blank canvas. “Why? With Oh-chan’s hands running all over your body, teasing you until you want to scream, and the ropes pressing against all the right places and holding you back from doing anything about it…”
Sho groaned low in the back of his throat, eyes fixed on Leader, and Nino reached up to pull off his shirt while Sho was distracted, fingers stroking back down his friend’s chest. Oh-chan smiled gratefully at him and stepped forward to press a quick kiss at the corner of Sho’s mouth before looping the first length of rope around Sho’s wrists, and Nino hummed in pleasure at the way the muscles played against the rough fibers as Sho flexed them reflexively. “Nice, Oh-chan.”
Ohno gave him a thumbs up over Sho’s shoulder and twisted the rope so that it criss-crossed Sho’s forearms up to the elbow, red strands standing out like blood against Sho’s skin. Ohno looked it over and tugged a few loops to lie differently across Sho’s arms before nodding to himself and tying them off, passing the ends to Nino. “Could you hook this to the ceiling-lamp?” he asked, dropping to push Sho’s pants the rest of the way off his hips. “I was going to do you this way, but I can’t reach so well. It’s really annoying!” he whined, as Nino laughed at him.
“Oh my god, you’re both suck dorks,” Sho groaned, tugging testingly against the knots binding his arms over his head. “I can’t believe we’re doing this.” Ohno quieted him though by dropping a flurry of light kisses on the bones of his hips where the poked out, teasing along the line of Sho’s thighs.
Nino trailed his fingers down the bound length of Sho’s arms, leaning forward to tongue lightly against Sho’s ear while he watched Ohno edging around Sho’s hardened cock. “Nng…Leader, Ohno, come on-” Sho pouted, canting his hips towards Ohno’s mouth, and Nino tutted at him. “Sho-kun, that’s no good!” he teased, slipping two fingers into Sho’s mouth to silence him. “You shouldn’t hurry Oh-chan when he’s trying to be nice to you- he might think you don’t like it and stop, ne?” Sho made a helpless noise around Nino’s fingers and began to suck hungrily as Ohno drew his tongue delicately across the very tip of Sho’s erection, licking up a few drops of pre-come and smiling happily to himself.
Nino couldn’t help himself, looking at Ohno’s all-too-familiar expression. “How is it, Oh-chan?”
“Umai!” Ohno declared, grinning with his eyes closed in delight, inches away from trying his treat again, and Nino lost it, falling down onto the ground and laughing wildly.
“That’s our Leader, ne!” he gasped. Sho’s reply was more of a heartfelt moan than actual words, but since Oh-chan was sliding quick kitten-licks up Sho’s shaft, Nino supposed he could be generous and forgive him. He sat back, still snickering a little, to appreciate the way this new angle let him see the muscles in Sho’s legs trembling, Ohno’s eyes starting to go dark again with arousal, mouth teasing wide open around Sho’s tip. Nino’s grin shrunk into more of a foxy smirk, and he leaned forward to bite one muscular cheek of Sho’s ass, hard, making Sho jump away from him and end up inadvertently balls-deep down Ohno’s throat. “Mm… that’s a lot better, right?” he enquired, as Sho tipped his head back and moaned like he couldn’t breathe any other way and Ohno swallowed around him like a pro.
Nino stood up again and let Sho lean back and brace himself against his chest, wrapping his arms steadyingly around his friend as Sho bucked his hips helplessly. Nino pressed hungry kisses along the smooth curve where Sho’s neck met his shoulders, stroking his chest and drinking in the low groans Sho couldn’t seem to hold back. Ohno’s fingers were stroking soothingly over where he’s bitten Sho, brushing up against Nino’s hip as he made little pleased humming noises of his own, rumbling in the back of his throat.
“Gods- Captain!” Sho stuttered, fingers clenched around the rope that held him. “Please, just—a little…” Nino let himself smirk evilly (he wasbehind Sho-kun, after all) when Ohno flicked an enquiring glance up at him, and reminded himself that Ohno was the Oh-S to his Miya-k for a good reason. “Ne, Sho-kun,” Nino whispered over Sho’s broken gasp, biting gently at Sho’s earring as Ohno sat back on his heels and licked his lips. “You’ve been wanting this for a while, haven’t you? I’ve seen the way you watch us when I play with Captain during practice. Should we let you watch some more?”
“Wha--” They eyes Sho turned on him were pleasure-drugged and unfocused as Nino ducked around him to pull Captain the last few steps towards the bed. “You don’t seriously mean- Nino?” Sho’s chest was heaving as he gasped for breath, a horrified expression starting to bloom on his face as Nino blew him a kiss and settled down with Ohno on the edge of the bed. “Leader?”
Ohno turned a vague look back on Sho, leaning forward a little like he might get up and finish what he’d started after all for a minute before the pressure of two of Nino’s fingers on his chin turned him back to his partner and Nino captured his lips in a hot kiss. Ohno kissed like he danced, Nino thought, with a perfect deliberateness to each motion that left him breathless by the time he pulled back with one last wet lick to Oh-chan’s full lips. “Mmm…. He tastes of you, Sho.”
The rope made a harsh straining noise at the pressure Sho was putting on it as Sho began to curse feelingly at them. “You two! Christ… come on--” he slurred, and gave a full-body shudder that made the ceiling lamp shake as Nino pushed Ohno’s shorts down off his slim hips. Ohno sighed light and high over Sho’s growled begging across the room when Nino fisted his erection tightly and began to pull fast and hard just like Oh-chan liked, keeping his eyes locked with Sho’s as Ohno started to thrust against his hand. “Captain… Nino, please,” Sho bit out, unable to look away as Ohno started to shudder.
Nino nodded to himself and slowed down his hand on Ohno, pressing a set of tender kisses along his cheek and temple as he asked, “Oh-chan, looks like Sho-kun’s seen enough. Should we go play with him some more?” Ohno just nuzzled against the underside of Nino’s jaw and nodded, panting hard. He leaned on Nino a little as Nino guided him over to press against Sho-kun’s chest, sandwiched between them so that the backs of Nino’s fingers brushed against Sho’s straining erection as she sped up his petting of Oh-chan again, and they both got to listen to Sho’s cursing dissolve into incoherent moans when the first host splash of Ohno’s come his his stomach. “Nino, I—NINO!” Ohno gasped, spine arching back against Nino’s chest, and Nino curled himself around him, whispering back fiercely , “I love you… I love you,” over and over as Oh-chan shuddered against him.