nilielh | [Drabble Series] Forbidden Volume 2

Title : [Drabble Series] Forbidden Vol 2 - Part 7
Rating : NC17
Genre : AU
Pairing : Ohno/Nino
Summary : Here was where it all fell apart.
Disclaimer : fiction, yo!
Warning : Incest

He really didn’t know what the fuck was up his coach’s ass since morning.

First, he yelled at everyone, the older man’s voice was so loud he was afraid he was going to pop a nerve and die, before shoving half of his teammates to the playing field for a 2-hour run, the other half he told to go and clean the gymnasium’s five-stall bathrooms before he pointed an angry finger at Ninomiya to come and follow him to his office.

He was hell pissed but he couldn’t do anything as he followed Coach Sakurai, resigned himself to watching the older man’s ass through his jogging pants and willing himself not to get hard by his own wicked thoughts, because fuck, this was not the time to think about that – with himself on his knees while he sucked on Coach Sakurai’s cock.

It was hard, considering the fact that he knew he wasn’t supposed to feel something like this to someone else other than his brother, but he guessed there was nothing wrong with it. He’s got a crush over his gorgeous coach, so what? It’s perfectly normal, he supposed, since his coach was really attractive and he kind of reminded him of how he’s older brother acted sometimes – kind of a dork, funny at times, dumb at most and well, really fucking sexy even with the simple jogging pants and v-necked shirt on.

He sighed and gave up on keeping his thoughts in a straight line when he realized Coach Sakurai had stopped walking, almost bumping his face against his coach’s chest when he looked up.

“Shit. Oh, sorry Coach Sakurai – I didn’t –“

“Yes,” Coach Sakurai scowled, backing up a step. “It’s so obvious that you’re not listening. Did you even hear what I said the whole time you were following me?”

Busted. “Hmm, sorry,”

“Good. One more reason to punish you,” the older man muttered, then motioned for him to step forward into their locker room – the exact same place where he had sucked his brother’s cock the day before. “Go on ahead,” Coach Sakurai prompted him.

“Here?” he questioned. “Why not in your office?”

“Stop asking questions,” Coach Sakurai growled, “Just get inside,” he commanded, even pushing him a little so he didn’t have any choice but to obey. He heard the tell-tale sound of the door closing behind them, the lock sliding into place the second after.

He scowled and turned around to catch his coach flinging his schedule board carelessly aside. “If you want to reprimand me, aren’t you supposed to make a written rep – hmph!” he spluttered quite literally, his words trailing because Coach Sakurai’s mouth was on him the next instant, stealing his breath and his ability to think straight.

“What the fuck was that about?!” he managed to grit out when Coach Sakurai pulled back, allowing him to pump some badly needed air back into his lungs before Coach Sakurai was sauntering again, one hand around the back of his neck and the other he’s got around the curve of his slender hips. “What the fuck do you think you’re –“

Coach Sakurai silenced him with another kiss, which he realized he was answering just as fiercely with his mouth when he felt his back hit something hard – and he realized it was someone else’s locker his back was currently digging against.

Coach Sakurai’s mouth was soft and warm against his, his tongue swiping across his bottom lip before shoving it into his mouth to do an even thorough sweep inside. Coach Sakurai’s hands were busy touching him all over, the heat of his touch burning him, the sensation shooting straight down his spine and he was hard before he even realized it.

Which was pretty wrong, now that he thought about it, because for one, this was his coach and not his brother, and no matter how many times he’s fantasized sucking his coach’s cock, it didn’t mean it should happen, right?

“W-Wait, wait!” he half-yelled, summoning his barely-there strength and shoving the older man off him. “C-Coach, hmph – w-wait!”

One harder shove and Coach Sakurai’s hold around him loosened, giving him enough time to dodge the older man’s next attempt at kissing him.

“The fuck is wrong with you, Coach?” he hissed, praying to whoever’s watching to not let anyone walk in on them until he figure out what was wrong, or whether his coach was high on something for him to want to fuck one of his boys inside their very own locker room.

Well, Coach Sakurai might not thought about it but it sure look like he was about to be fucked and he in turn sure looked like he was about to allow it.

Fuck.

His coach’s mouth was glistening with spit and he really tried his damn best not to lean in and run his tongue over the man’s lips to taste him again. Instead, he kept one of his hand plastered against his coach’s chest, setting a respectable distance between them.

Coach ran his shaking fingers through his hair, his face beet red; he looked kind of adorable, biting his tongue before he even thought of saying the words out loud.

“Coach, what the fuck is going on?” he gritted, though he knew it lacked the bite it warranted, considering the fact that he had just allowed his coach to devour his mouth like he was his bitch.

Coach Sakurai’s gaze swept past him, before he took a step back to possibly calm himself down. Then, in his agonized voice he whispered,

“I saw you here yesterday, with your brother,” he paused, and it was enough to send jolts of fear down his toes, his thoughts going haywire when his coach followed his words with, “ – you were on your knees and sucking your brother off and the image is burned in my head I can’t fucking erase it. I kept wondering what it felt like – your small mouth sucking me hard while you touch me – I just, I want to – fuck, this is stupid,” Coach Sakurai’s words trailed, knowing full well what exactly he was asking for – trouble, in big, bold letters – but his dick sure liked the idea, no matter how fucking twisted it was.

He didn’t care – he’d long stopped caring about virtues and morality since the first time he had let his brother fucked him, so he guessed sucking his coach’s cock wasn’t too bad, was it?

This time, he surprised his coach by surging towards the older man, wormed a hand across the back of the older man’s neck and kissed the older man’s mouth hungrily, while his other free hand roamed downwards, to the older man’s muscled chest and down to his toned abdominal muscles.

He pulled his mouth away at exactly the same time he slipped his hand inside the garters of his coach’s jogging pants and further down, taking the older man’s erection in between his eager fingers before he’s slumping down on his knees and nosing the front of his coach’s pants.

He looked up in time to see his coach’s face twisting into an expression he usually saw on his brother’s face, tugging his coach’s jogging pants down the older man’s sturdy hips and opening his mouth gently nipped the underside of the older man’s hard cock.

“It is stupid,” he murmured, cupping his coach’s balls on one hand and jerking his coach’s cock with the other. “But we’ve come this far, so – “ he paused to lick at the head and the sound his coach just made simply made everything worth it. “ – might as well get the hell along with it,” he said before kneeling up properly and sucking the entire head into his mouth and moaning.