nilielh | Dirty Dancing

Title : Dirty Dancing - Ohmiya style
Rating : R
Pairing : Ohmiya
Wordcount : around 1k words
Disclaimer : fiction, yo!

Nino tries to hold some distance between his body and Ohno's, tries holding himself back from touching Ohno's rear when Ohno does something with his hips that simply rocks Nino's world in an instant. It's unfair, really, when he thinks he's got everything under control and then Ohno, that bastard, knows exactly how to push Nino's buttons till Nino is seconds away from literally breaking everything in front of him just to get his bloody hands on Ohno.

Like now, when Ohno requested for him to stay behind since Ohno needs someone to practice with for the new dance choreography and yet Nino is sure that they are far from getting it, most especially him.

Not when Ohno is practically all over him, hips grinding in a way -- in that way, that makes Nino's blood pound hard through his ears.

"Sway your hips to the right, like this," Ohno murmurs, spoken directly through Nino's ear as Ohno grabs Nino by the waist and sways them both; Nino's mouth is dry and his throat closes up whenever he sees the corners of Ohno's mouth quirks in a way so sexy that Nino has to literally stop himself from jumping Ohno right then and there.

" -- see, it's easy," Ohno follows with another thrust of his hips that had Nino reeling, biting his lips and squeaking like a teenage girl when Ohno again does something unexpected as he leans in forward and starts nipping the sensitive skin trailing Nino's jaw.

Nino doubles over, hands losing their tight grip against Ohno's arms as he stumbles back with wide, wide eyes.

"Satoshi, what the fuck are you up to?!" he hisses, doing his best to side-step Ohno but ends up trap when Ohno simply holds both arms and pins Nino inside. He feels his face burns when Ohno all but tilts his head and licks his lip, like what he's doing isn't embarrassing enough; well, maybe that's just Nino. "Ohchan, stop messing around!"

Ohno grins. "Messing around? Me?" he asks, almost too innocently and Nino might have been entirely convinced if not for the fact that Ohno is reaching out, long fingers settling over the fly of Nino's jeans. Nino jerks even before he could stop himself.

Nino points, jabbing an angry finger at Ohno. "Yes. You. What the hell is wrong with you? You said you want to practice that's why I agreed on staying, but you're only fooling around and.. and..."

Ohno's laugh, like the rest of him, is so playful and yet Nino is still entirely clueless as to what Ohno's been up to until now.

"We're practicing, that's what this is," Ohno answers, eyes crinkling and lips breaking into another grin that makes Nino's heart skip a beat. "That's why you're here, with me,"

Nino suddenly feels incredulous. "But you're -- fuck, Ohchan!" he swears, quickly jumping back when Ohno reaches down again and the tips of his fingers touches Nino's half-hard erection, the warmness of his skin penetrating even through the rough fabric of Nino's jeans.

"Don't be afraid, Kazu," Ohno cooes, strutting forward as Nino struts right back, hands held protectively in front of him. "We're just practicing the private show,"

Nino's brows creases. "Private show?"

Ohno nods, pushing forward until Nino's back hits the dance studio's mirror wall.

"Yes." Ohno agrees, backing Nino firmly against the mirror wall and swaying his hips forward and back, thrusting and rolling until Nino can no longer see the sense of stopping.

So he goes and does what his heart (or his head down south) is telling him, grabs Ohno around the back of his head and kisses him, hard. He is breathless when he pulls back, but finds that Ohno is too so he tries not to think about anything anymore as he goes and make to grab Ohno again.

But this time, Ohno's hand restrains him from doing so.

Nino is so annoyed he feels like punching Ohno on the face for being such an overbearing, teasing asshole. "What now?!" he mutters.

Ohno smiles, sweet and serene, before leaning in and catching Nino's mouth into a gentle kiss.

"Let's take it slow, Kazu," Ohno says and it's sounds entirely like a request that Nino can't help but nods. "Slow and easy, just how we both want it,"

Nino feels his knees go weak, most especially when Ohno backs him more firmly against the wall and slowly drops on his knees.

"What are you doing?" Nino asks, his voice shakes along with the rest of him. "Ohchan?"

Ohno winks and works on apparently taking Nino's pants off, kissing Nino's stomach as he goes. Nino's pants falls gracefully down his narrow hips, boxers following shortly after.

Then Ohno's mouth is on him, slowly relearning whatever he previously knew about Nino by tasting every inch of Nino's skin. Ohno looks up only to see the way Nino's face contorts in pleasure, lips hovering over the head of Nino's erection in a way that practically robs the breath out of Nino's lungs.

"Oh, you know," Ohno says, lips red and puckering. Nino reaches down to stroke Ohno's cheek, suddenly feeling like the world's luckiest bastard to have Ohno on his knees and Nino's cock on his mouth.

"What?" Nino tries, but at least his voice sounds fairly better than the rest of him.

Ohno takes him back in in one smooth motion before letting him go with a wink.

"Practice."