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I Know What You Need and I Know That You Like It.
It happened to all of them, to every ninja by varying degrees, the need to be less than what they were. (This is a total PWP kids, just to let you know!)
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Warnings: mansex, bondage, no plot
Disclaimer: belongs to Kishimoto sensei not me.
A/N: Done for my claim at LJ's 30_sex_scenes comm. The title is a line from the song "Lie to Me" by the Devics
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The bed is old and solid, undoubtedly a family heirloom. Lying upon it, stretched out and bound to the frame with smooth white cotton wrappings, is Neji. The bindings twist around his wrists and ankles in complicated knots, tight enough to hold but not tight enough to hurt. The same cloth bisects his face, concealing his eyes though both know that no simple bit of cotton can blind a Hyuuga.
Neji is beautiful like this, bound and powerless, senses heightened by the restrictive nature of the game. Kiba grins a predatory sort of grin, all sharp teeth and promises, before dipping his head to press his mouth against Neji's. His mouth opens up beneath Kiba's and they kiss, tongues twining around one another. Neji struggles for control, for any bit of dominance he can grasp despite his vulnerable position. Like the bindings, it too is part of the game.
It started years ago, Kiba no longer remembers when exactly, at a time when that the weight of reality had begun to mold them into unrecognizable shapes. It happened to all of them, to every ninja by varying degrees, the need to be less than what they were. Neji and Kiba had discovered a necessary solace in these games, in bindings and domination and the hot sharp bite of sex.
Kiba's fingers are running whisper soft patterns across Neji's side, spelling out nuances only he can comprehend. Neji shivers beneath those capable fingers, goose bumps rising in the wake of that practiced caress. Dipping his head Kiba captures a tightened nipple in his mouth, uses his tongue and teeth, determined to drag something guttural and primitive from his lovers mouth. Neji resists of course, his own teeth clenched even as his body arches off the bed. The sweat beading on his body glistens in the moonlight.
The room is silent around them; they never talk during the game. There is no constant stream of profanity from Kiba's mouth and no taunting words slip past Neji's lips. There is just the non-silence of sex; the quiet whisper of Neji's hair rustling against the sheets, the rough erotic sound of skin on skin, the creak of the old bed frame all echo hollowly in the sparsely furnished room.
Kiba's tongue traces a damp line across Neji's chest seeking out the other pebble hard nipple. He busies his right hand with Neji's erection, trailing his fingers feather light over the velvety hardness, his hands rough and dark in contrast to the smooth skin there. A drop of pre-come has beaded at the tip and Kiba gathers the bit of moisture with the pad of his index finger. Pulling himself away from the delightful torment of Neji's nipple he slips the digit into his mouth, tonguing off the salty fluid.
A pleased sound rumbles from his chest and he leans up, pressing his mouth close to Neji's. From the corner of his eye Kiba can see the way arousal has flushed Neji's skin. He is panting, mouth open, in short harsh breaths as though he's been sprinting for miles. His lips have cracked slightly from the dryness and Kiba's nearness causes him to flick his tongue out to dampen them. Too tempted to pass up the opportunity, Kiba kisses him, sharing the salty flavor still on his tongue. Neji's erection twitches in his hand. The kiss goes on and on and although Neji is still fighting him for control, his resolve is lessening.
Pulling away from the seductive heat of Neji's mouth, Kiba works his way back down to the neglected nipple, taking up where he left off. Neji shudders at the contact, clenching his hands into fists around the cotton tying him to the bed. Kiba takes mercy on him, settling for only a few quick nips and licks before leaving Neji's chest behind to continue his journey lower. He leaves biting kisses at the edge of Neji's ribcage and on the sharp outcroppings of his hipbones, dips his tongue into the shallow hollow of his navel.
Neji's erection juts sharply away from his body in three-dimensional curves. Kiba has always been amused by the slight imperfection there, the barely noticeable leftward tilt lending a degree of interest to a body famous for its perfections. He follows that curve with his mouth, continuing the teasing pace set by his hand, curls his tongue around the swollen head momentarily before trailing down the other side. Kiba repeats the caress until Neji's legs are shaking and the muscles in his arms have clenched.
There is a small jar of lube resting precariously near the edge of the bed and Kiba retrieves it, twisting off the lid and releasing the musky herbal scent of it into the air. The salve smells of the greenhouses the line the back wall in the Hyuuga compound. Neji shifts against his bonds, precariously balanced at the edge of the ravine that separates the harsh cold desert of control from the warm sweeping plains of freedom.
Scooping out a handful of the aromatic cream Kiba warms it between his palms. His own erection is throbbing, weeping pre-come in anticipation for what lies ahead. With one hand he strokes Neji's erection, spreading the thick substance from tip to base. Neji is arching into Kiba's touch, pressing into the tight sheath of his hand, wanton in his desire. There is no semblance of control in his movements.
Using his other hand Kiba prepares himself; one, two, three lubed fingers twist inside him and spread him open. Relaxed as he is he is ready no time and shifts up to crouch above Neji. Kiba lowers himself, dropping down so the balls of his feet and his knees are supporting him. Neji's erection presses against his opening, hard and hot, and Kiba grits his teeth in the neverending fight for control. Neji is nearly begging, his mouth working around the unspoken words that clog his throat, using his feet to push his hips up off the bed, trembling with need.
In one long, slow, smooth motion Kiba seats himself fully, a groan tumbling from his lips. He pauses for a moment, lets his body adjust before setting a steady pace. It's slow, too slow really, but the slick glide of Neji's cock in him makes Kiba want to prolong the feeling as much as possible. Neji fights the speed, tries to force Kiba to ride him fast and hard but Kiba holds out. It's all in the way this game is played. Droplets of sweat slip from his face, splattering onto Neji's stomach to mingle with the sweat already coalesced there.
He maintains the tempo for as long as he can, even though the way Neji is moaning goes straight to his own neglected erection. Neji's hair is a tangled halo around his head and the blindfold has slipped enough that Kiba can see the dark tips of eyelashes peeking out from underneath the cotton, a fan of black against pinked cheeks. His hands are shredding the bonds, the cotton fibers twisting between his fingers.
It takes a sobbed 'please' before Kiba gladly relents and adjusts his position, tilting his hips and realigning his body into a position that allows for faster, harder thrusts. His legs are shaking from the combination of exertion and arousal and Neji's erection is suddenly hitting his prostate with every downward thrust. It is a glorious sensation and he can feel his orgasm coming in hot spikes of pleasure that spread like fault lines across his skin.
Neji's hands are suddenly at his hips, the cotton bindings lost to the strength of his passion. As Neji pulls him down roughly Kiba comes, spilling his release across Neji's stomach and chest, white on white. One more breath and Neji is coming as well, pushing deep into Kiba. Kiba's name in his mouth and his fingers are leaving marks on Kiba's hips. Neji collapses back against the soft sheets and Kiba tips forward to bury his head in the juncture of Neji's neck, leaving lazy sated kisses against the damp skin there. He looks up when Neji slides the blindfold off, pleased to see that the haunted look has left his lovers eyes.
They lie in silence, surrounded by the earthy, sharp smell of sex. It is only when the sweat has cooled on their skin that Neji rolls Kiba off of him and leans down to untie his ankles. Kiba watches him sleepily, groaning slightly when Neji prods him off the bed and into the bathroom. The hot water is soothing however and Kiba forgives him his fussiness. They wash one another in silence, at peace for the moment, simply men reveling in the humanity that lives beneath the mantle of ninja.
Disclaimer: belongs to Kishimoto sensei not me.
A/N: Done for my claim at LJ's 30_sex_scenes comm. The title is a line from the song "Lie to Me" by the Devics
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The bed is old and solid, undoubtedly a family heirloom. Lying upon it, stretched out and bound to the frame with smooth white cotton wrappings, is Neji. The bindings twist around his wrists and ankles in complicated knots, tight enough to hold but not tight enough to hurt. The same cloth bisects his face, concealing his eyes though both know that no simple bit of cotton can blind a Hyuuga.
Neji is beautiful like this, bound and powerless, senses heightened by the restrictive nature of the game. Kiba grins a predatory sort of grin, all sharp teeth and promises, before dipping his head to press his mouth against Neji's. His mouth opens up beneath Kiba's and they kiss, tongues twining around one another. Neji struggles for control, for any bit of dominance he can grasp despite his vulnerable position. Like the bindings, it too is part of the game.
It started years ago, Kiba no longer remembers when exactly, at a time when that the weight of reality had begun to mold them into unrecognizable shapes. It happened to all of them, to every ninja by varying degrees, the need to be less than what they were. Neji and Kiba had discovered a necessary solace in these games, in bindings and domination and the hot sharp bite of sex.
Kiba's fingers are running whisper soft patterns across Neji's side, spelling out nuances only he can comprehend. Neji shivers beneath those capable fingers, goose bumps rising in the wake of that practiced caress. Dipping his head Kiba captures a tightened nipple in his mouth, uses his tongue and teeth, determined to drag something guttural and primitive from his lovers mouth. Neji resists of course, his own teeth clenched even as his body arches off the bed. The sweat beading on his body glistens in the moonlight.
The room is silent around them; they never talk during the game. There is no constant stream of profanity from Kiba's mouth and no taunting words slip past Neji's lips. There is just the non-silence of sex; the quiet whisper of Neji's hair rustling against the sheets, the rough erotic sound of skin on skin, the creak of the old bed frame all echo hollowly in the sparsely furnished room.
Kiba's tongue traces a damp line across Neji's chest seeking out the other pebble hard nipple. He busies his right hand with Neji's erection, trailing his fingers feather light over the velvety hardness, his hands rough and dark in contrast to the smooth skin there. A drop of pre-come has beaded at the tip and Kiba gathers the bit of moisture with the pad of his index finger. Pulling himself away from the delightful torment of Neji's nipple he slips the digit into his mouth, tonguing off the salty fluid.
A pleased sound rumbles from his chest and he leans up, pressing his mouth close to Neji's. From the corner of his eye Kiba can see the way arousal has flushed Neji's skin. He is panting, mouth open, in short harsh breaths as though he's been sprinting for miles. His lips have cracked slightly from the dryness and Kiba's nearness causes him to flick his tongue out to dampen them. Too tempted to pass up the opportunity, Kiba kisses him, sharing the salty flavor still on his tongue. Neji's erection twitches in his hand. The kiss goes on and on and although Neji is still fighting him for control, his resolve is lessening.
Pulling away from the seductive heat of Neji's mouth, Kiba works his way back down to the neglected nipple, taking up where he left off. Neji shudders at the contact, clenching his hands into fists around the cotton tying him to the bed. Kiba takes mercy on him, settling for only a few quick nips and licks before leaving Neji's chest behind to continue his journey lower. He leaves biting kisses at the edge of Neji's ribcage and on the sharp outcroppings of his hipbones, dips his tongue into the shallow hollow of his navel.
Neji's erection juts sharply away from his body in three-dimensional curves. Kiba has always been amused by the slight imperfection there, the barely noticeable leftward tilt lending a degree of interest to a body famous for its perfections. He follows that curve with his mouth, continuing the teasing pace set by his hand, curls his tongue around the swollen head momentarily before trailing down the other side. Kiba repeats the caress until Neji's legs are shaking and the muscles in his arms have clenched.
There is a small jar of lube resting precariously near the edge of the bed and Kiba retrieves it, twisting off the lid and releasing the musky herbal scent of it into the air. The salve smells of the greenhouses the line the back wall in the Hyuuga compound. Neji shifts against his bonds, precariously balanced at the edge of the ravine that separates the harsh cold desert of control from the warm sweeping plains of freedom.
Scooping out a handful of the aromatic cream Kiba warms it between his palms. His own erection is throbbing, weeping pre-come in anticipation for what lies ahead. With one hand he strokes Neji's erection, spreading the thick substance from tip to base. Neji is arching into Kiba's touch, pressing into the tight sheath of his hand, wanton in his desire. There is no semblance of control in his movements.
Using his other hand Kiba prepares himself; one, two, three lubed fingers twist inside him and spread him open. Relaxed as he is he is ready no time and shifts up to crouch above Neji. Kiba lowers himself, dropping down so the balls of his feet and his knees are supporting him. Neji's erection presses against his opening, hard and hot, and Kiba grits his teeth in the neverending fight for control. Neji is nearly begging, his mouth working around the unspoken words that clog his throat, using his feet to push his hips up off the bed, trembling with need.
In one long, slow, smooth motion Kiba seats himself fully, a groan tumbling from his lips. He pauses for a moment, lets his body adjust before setting a steady pace. It's slow, too slow really, but the slick glide of Neji's cock in him makes Kiba want to prolong the feeling as much as possible. Neji fights the speed, tries to force Kiba to ride him fast and hard but Kiba holds out. It's all in the way this game is played. Droplets of sweat slip from his face, splattering onto Neji's stomach to mingle with the sweat already coalesced there.
He maintains the tempo for as long as he can, even though the way Neji is moaning goes straight to his own neglected erection. Neji's hair is a tangled halo around his head and the blindfold has slipped enough that Kiba can see the dark tips of eyelashes peeking out from underneath the cotton, a fan of black against pinked cheeks. His hands are shredding the bonds, the cotton fibers twisting between his fingers.
It takes a sobbed 'please' before Kiba gladly relents and adjusts his position, tilting his hips and realigning his body into a position that allows for faster, harder thrusts. His legs are shaking from the combination of exertion and arousal and Neji's erection is suddenly hitting his prostate with every downward thrust. It is a glorious sensation and he can feel his orgasm coming in hot spikes of pleasure that spread like fault lines across his skin.
Neji's hands are suddenly at his hips, the cotton bindings lost to the strength of his passion. As Neji pulls him down roughly Kiba comes, spilling his release across Neji's stomach and chest, white on white. One more breath and Neji is coming as well, pushing deep into Kiba. Kiba's name in his mouth and his fingers are leaving marks on Kiba's hips. Neji collapses back against the soft sheets and Kiba tips forward to bury his head in the juncture of Neji's neck, leaving lazy sated kisses against the damp skin there. He looks up when Neji slides the blindfold off, pleased to see that the haunted look has left his lovers eyes.
They lie in silence, surrounded by the earthy, sharp smell of sex. It is only when the sweat has cooled on their skin that Neji rolls Kiba off of him and leans down to untie his ankles. Kiba watches him sleepily, groaning slightly when Neji prods him off the bed and into the bathroom. The hot water is soothing however and Kiba forgives him his fussiness. They wash one another in silence, at peace for the moment, simply men reveling in the humanity that lives beneath the mantle of ninja.
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