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Confrontation and Confession
Confrontation and Confession (Naruto, Neji/Shika , #20)
Title: Confrontation and Confession
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Pairing: Neji/Shika
Fandom: Naruto
Theme: 20 - First Timers
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There was something different about the way Hyuuga Neji had been acting lately, thought Shikamaru. Whenever Neji looked at him, it seemed those pale eyes lingered a bit longer than usual, especially when he thought Shikamaru wouldn't notice. Not that much escaped the attention of the tactical genius, though, even if he chose not to mention it. One time when Neji's gaze seemed particularly intense, Shikamaru turned around and stared right back. It was a childish reaction, but the normally unflappable Hyuuga actually blushed and looked away, pretending to be absorbed in something else.
It seemed pure coincidence that the two young men were sent together to deliver a message to the Hidden Village of Grass. It had been awhile since the two villages had been in contact, so it was prudent of the Fifth Hokage to send two experienced, level-headed ninjas in case of trouble. Hyuuga Neji and Nara Shikamaru fit the bill.
Shikamaru glanced over at Neji as the two travelled side-by-side through the canopy of the forest. His friend seemed to be lost in thought. "Neji," Shikamaru called. Neji didn't appear to hear him. Shikamaru shook his head. "Troublesome..." he muttered, and skipped ahead of Neji, stopping on the next branch and turning to face him, blocking his path. "OI!"
Neji didn't come to himself in time, and collided with Shikamaru, knocking the two of them to the forest floor. He wasn't injured; Shikamaru made for a soft landing. The latter, however, was quite winded, and it was a moment before he caught his breath enough to speak. "Neji," he rasped breathlessly in what he hoped could still pass for a firm tone of voice. "I think it's been established that your daydreaming might put one or both of us in danger. Would you please tell me what the hell is wrong with you?"
Aware that he was still atop Shikamaru, Neji scrambled off hurriedly and sat himself a good metre away, cheeks pink. "It's nothing," he snapped.
Shikamaru sat up, rubbing his shoulder which was his first point of contact with the ground. "Right. The Hyuuga Neji I know wouldn't be so lost in a daydream that he crashes into a teammate."
"You moved in front of me."
"And if you were looking where you were going, that wouldn't have been a problem!" The two glared at each other. Shikamaru tried another approach. Getting Neji mad wouldn't solve anything - it would just lead to a fight, which would be too much trouble. "Look," he said, more calmly. "I've noticed you staring at me a lot lately, and look at you! You're blushing like Hinata right now. You never used to be like this. What's changed in you, Neji?"
Neji sighed, looking first at Shikamaru, then at the ground. He hadn't realised he was being so obvious, but since the cat was out of the bag... "I had this dream," he muttered, his cheeks colouring darkly. "About you... and me."
"And it affected you this strongly? Must've been some dream."
"No! Yes... I mean..." Neji searched for words that wouldn't incriminate him. "It was good, and it made me think about things differently. I'm sorry, I didn't want to make things awkward."
Shikamaru said nothing but moved closer, leaning forward. He closed the gap between himself and Neji and pressed his lips against his friend's. He was rewarded with a soft gasp of surprise, and took advantage of Neji's slightly parted lips to trace the inner edges of them with his tongue.
Now that Neji knew Shikamaru accepted his feelings, his confidence returned and he lifted a hand to the back of Shikamaru's head, pulling him closer as the kiss deepened. His own tongue ventured out to join the one hovering shyly at his lips, and coaxed it all the way into his mouth. Both of them moaned in unison. Neji scooted closer, pushing Shikamaru back down so he was sitting with his legs out in front of him and then straddled his hips. Their kiss grew hungrier and more desperate, and both of Shikamaru's hands found their way into Neji's long black hair.
Two erections pressed against each other through the fabric of tightly-stretched pants, and Neji began to slowly rock his hips against Shikamaru's. The younger ninja gasped, his head falling back a little, exposing his neck to a frenzy of kisses, licks and soft bites. Kissing Neji hadn't been a huge risk, he felt, but it was still a risk nonetheless. Shikamaru had been certain he had judged the Hyuuga's feelings correctly (and he had!), but Neji may have been too proud to act on them, or even to accept Shikamaru's wordless offer. He combed his fingers through Neji's hair, letting the silky strands slip through his fingers.
Neji paused in his ministrations and looked up, desire burning in his colourless eyes, and Shikamaru just had to kiss him again. Neji's hands pushed at the shoulders of Shikamaru's jacket and vest, and Shikamaru took the hint, pulling his hands from the long black hair and allowing the garments to slip down his arms. He shook them off his wrists and then unfastened the front of Neji's top, trailing kisses along the underside of his jaw, down the front of his throat and onto the smooth, flat chest. He traced patterns around Neji's nipples with the tip of his tongue, watching with interest as the little nubs rose erect. As he teased one gently with his teeth, Neji moaned, grinding his crotch into Shikamaru's.
Shikamaru chuckled softly. "Patience," he murmured, his breath warm over the saliva-wet nipple. Since he was doing this with Neji, he wanted to do it properly and not rush. His hands were beneath Neji's top, caressing the warm, smooth skin of his back and holding him upright so he could continue licking and kissing at his chest. Neji squirmed, wriggling his way out of the garment and exposing the top of his body to the cooler air. Shikamaru sat back to admire the view. Sure, he had seen Neji topless before, but he'd not really paid attention. Now his eyes lazily travelled over the pale, smooth expanse of skin, garnished with the two rosy nipples and not a single chest hair. His muscles were well-defined, but not too bulky and his chest rose and fell with each breath.
Impatient, Neji dug his fingers into the back of Shikamaru's fishnet shirt and dragged it upwards. Not that the sight of Shikamaru's skin through the mesh wasn't enticing - he just wanted a little more. Shikamaru raised his arms, accepting Neji's impatience good-naturedly. When the shirt lay in the pile of discarded clothes, Neji gently lowered his lover to the ground and kissed him deeply. The kiss was returned with lingering sensuality. Doe-like dark eyes gazed up into half-lidded white ones. Shikamaru lifted a hand and with the back of his fingers stroked the pinkness of Neji's cheeks, which hadn't faded a bit since he'd first confronted him. As the fingers trailed down towards his chin, Neji caught two of them in his mouth, sucking them in and teasing them with his tongue. This elicited a groan from Shikamaru, whose cheeks now matched the colour of Neji's. Pulling his fingers from that hot, wet cavern, Shikamaru craned his neck to replace them with his tongue again, and almost squeaked in surprise as Neji sucked on it in much the same manner.
When the kiss ended and Shikamaru let his head fall back to the ground, pillowed by his ponytail, Neji's hands were at the fastening of his lover's pants. Shikamaru's cheeks burned crimson as Neji tugged both the pants and boxers down, taking a moment to pull off Shikamaru's sandals and completely remove his clothing, leaving him naked on the grass. He then stood, divesting himself of his own clothes before sitting back astride the blushing Shikamaru. Both men stared down at the sight of their two erections, now pressed together skin-to-skin. Neji's was longer and paler, while Shikamaru's was a little shorter but of greater girth. Neji took both in his hand and gently stroked them. Shikamaru moaned softly, struggling to stop his eyes closing at the wonderful sensation; he wanted to watch.
Neji stroked them off for a little while, enjoying the sensations himself, neither of them talking, although soft moans and ragged breaths broke the silence. Before either man could reach his peak, however, Neji stopped and leaned down over Shikamaru, bringing both hands up to rest either side of his head and brushing their lips together softly. A cascade of dark hair hid them from the world. "Shikamaru," he murmured softly. "I... I want to make love to you."
Shikamaru felt his whole body flush white-hot. For a moment, he thought he'd misheard, but the look in Neji's eyes left no room for doubt. "Neji..." he whispered, before finding his voice. "I want to too, but I've never... I haven't-"
Neji silenced him with a kiss. "Neither have I. We'll be each others' firsts."
Shikamaru smiled up at him. It sounded nice, like a memory to treasure forever. And neither of them would be able to compare inadequacies with former lovers. Slowly, he nodded, enjoying the way Neji's eyes lit up the second before the Hyuuga kissed him passionately. Neji stroked Shikamaru's face gently, and Shikamaru repeated Neji's finger-sucking trick, taking first one, then two fingers into his mouth and laving them with his tongue. He felt Neji's shaft twitch against his own and arched his hips, rubbing them firmly together. He was pleased to hear a groan of pleasure from Neji.
Breaking away from the kiss, Neji looked again into Shikamaru's eyes as he used one of his knees to nudge his lover's thighs apart. His wet fingers slipped from Shikamaru's mouth and disappeared from view. Shikamaru felt them brush his balls and moaned, closing his eyes. Neji nipped his nose with his lips. "Look at me," he commanded gently. Shikamaru opened his eyes again, and when his gaze locked with Neji's, felt a wet finger slide slowly into him.
"G-gods!" He gasped, gritting his teeth at the foreign sensation.
Neji smirked. "Relax," he murmured. "You're going to break my finger!" He lowered his head and took Shikamaru's earlobe gently between his teeth and toyed with the hoop earring with his tongue. The heat of his breath over Shikamaru's ear had the desired effect, and he felt Shikamaru relax. Slowly, he began to move his finger in and out and eventually Shikamaru's hips began to rock along in the same rhythm. At this point, Neji added the second wet finger. From the look on his face, he could see that it was a bit uncomfortable for Shikamaru, so he just held it there and kissed his lips until a pleading tilt of the hips below him indicated that more was wanted.
If Shikamaru had been asked what he thought would happen on the way to the Hidden Village of Grass, being impaled on Neji's fingers would not have been one of the scenarios he would have predicted. Even at the point he decided to confront Neji about his strange behaviour, he still hadn't imagined it would go quite this far. Not that he was complaining, mind! It was an amazing feeling, the fingers pumping in and out of him, the penis thrusting against his own when his hips rocked against Neji's hand. Neji's lips were soft, and slightly salty, his tongue warm and agile, alternating soft brushes to his lips with hard and determined forays into his mouth. When a third finger started to press in beside the two already inside him, Shikamaru had to push against Neji's chest with a hand. "Wait..." he said, through clenched teeth when Neji's lips broke away.
Neji stopped, concerned, while Shikamaru took some deep breaths. "Is it too much?" He started to pull his fingers out, but Shikamaru's other hand caught his wrist.
"I'll be okay. Just give me a minute." Neji nodded, leaving his fingers in place. He amused himself by trying to reach the fingers splayed upon his chest with his tongue. Shikamaru chuckled at his efforts, and offered his hand to Neji who eagerly suckled on his fingers one at a time, then in pairs. Finally, Shikamaru had relaxed enough for Neji's third finger to push further in, although once in, Neji waited a few moments before starting to move them in and out. Shikamaru bit his lip at the unaccustomed full feeling, which soon felt unspeakably good. Neji spread his fingers, stretching his lover a little, and tried varying his speed, twisting and even crossing his fingers inside Shikamaru, just to watch the expressions of surprise and pleasure cross his face.
Shikamaru pulled his fingers from Neji's mouth and slipped his hand between them, wrapping the wet digits around Neji's erection. Neji groaned softly. Shikamaru toyed with him, making sure to transfer the saliva from his hand to Neji, then caught his lover's eyes. In one fluid motion, Shikamaru was emptied of fingers, and Neji had repositioned himself at Shikamaru's entrance. With his free hand, Neji locked fingers with Shikamaru, pinning his hand gently to the ground beside his head. He guided himself slowly into Shikamaru, kissing his lover to silence the soft cry which may have come from either of them, or perhaps both at once.
They waited a moment, Neji catching Shikamaru's other hand with his now free hand and clasping it like the first one. They kissed again, tenderly at first, then heatedly, and as the passion built within them, Neji began to move his hips. The feeling of being buried to the hilt in his lover was indescribably good, and the sound of Shikamaru's moans was so very pleasing.
Shikamaru's eyes rolled back in his head as Neji thrust into him over and again. Any pain he felt before was forgotten now, in this cacophony of pleasure that prevented him from thinking clearly. Rational thought was out the window. All that mattered now was the hard length inside him, and his own erection being rubbed between their bellies. He bit at Neji's lips almost desperately, his hands clenching and unclenching under Neji's. He felt tension collecting in his lower body and knew he was going to come, but that didn't matter, because Neji was fucking him. Neji was fucking him. Neji was fucking him!
Neji's mouth muffled the loud cry of pleasure as Shikamaru climaxed beneath him. The sudden slippery warmth between them and the clenching of Shikamaru's nether regions drove him over the edge and he came too, hot spurts of seed making his final thrusts highly lubricated. He fell panting onto Shikamaru's chest, releasing his hands, which Shikamaru brought up to surround him.
Neither man spoke for quite some time. Neji spoke up, his face half buried against Shikamaru's chest. "That was... incredible."
"Wonderful," agreed Shikamaru, sleepily.
"We should probably get going," Neji said, with a sigh, "You know, the mission..." Shikamaru was already asleep, his breaths even and his face the picture of relaxed contentment. "Hn," muttered Neji wryly, reaching for his jacket and draping it over the two of them. He nestled into the crook of Shikamaru's arm and joined his lover in a nap.
*** End ***
Title: Confrontation and Confession
Author/Artist:
Pairing: Neji/Shika
Fandom: Naruto
Theme: 20 - First Timers
Disclaimer: 'snot mine.
***
There was something different about the way Hyuuga Neji had been acting lately, thought Shikamaru. Whenever Neji looked at him, it seemed those pale eyes lingered a bit longer than usual, especially when he thought Shikamaru wouldn't notice. Not that much escaped the attention of the tactical genius, though, even if he chose not to mention it. One time when Neji's gaze seemed particularly intense, Shikamaru turned around and stared right back. It was a childish reaction, but the normally unflappable Hyuuga actually blushed and looked away, pretending to be absorbed in something else.
It seemed pure coincidence that the two young men were sent together to deliver a message to the Hidden Village of Grass. It had been awhile since the two villages had been in contact, so it was prudent of the Fifth Hokage to send two experienced, level-headed ninjas in case of trouble. Hyuuga Neji and Nara Shikamaru fit the bill.
Shikamaru glanced over at Neji as the two travelled side-by-side through the canopy of the forest. His friend seemed to be lost in thought. "Neji," Shikamaru called. Neji didn't appear to hear him. Shikamaru shook his head. "Troublesome..." he muttered, and skipped ahead of Neji, stopping on the next branch and turning to face him, blocking his path. "OI!"
Neji didn't come to himself in time, and collided with Shikamaru, knocking the two of them to the forest floor. He wasn't injured; Shikamaru made for a soft landing. The latter, however, was quite winded, and it was a moment before he caught his breath enough to speak. "Neji," he rasped breathlessly in what he hoped could still pass for a firm tone of voice. "I think it's been established that your daydreaming might put one or both of us in danger. Would you please tell me what the hell is wrong with you?"
Aware that he was still atop Shikamaru, Neji scrambled off hurriedly and sat himself a good metre away, cheeks pink. "It's nothing," he snapped.
Shikamaru sat up, rubbing his shoulder which was his first point of contact with the ground. "Right. The Hyuuga Neji I know wouldn't be so lost in a daydream that he crashes into a teammate."
"You moved in front of me."
"And if you were looking where you were going, that wouldn't have been a problem!" The two glared at each other. Shikamaru tried another approach. Getting Neji mad wouldn't solve anything - it would just lead to a fight, which would be too much trouble. "Look," he said, more calmly. "I've noticed you staring at me a lot lately, and look at you! You're blushing like Hinata right now. You never used to be like this. What's changed in you, Neji?"
Neji sighed, looking first at Shikamaru, then at the ground. He hadn't realised he was being so obvious, but since the cat was out of the bag... "I had this dream," he muttered, his cheeks colouring darkly. "About you... and me."
"And it affected you this strongly? Must've been some dream."
"No! Yes... I mean..." Neji searched for words that wouldn't incriminate him. "It was good, and it made me think about things differently. I'm sorry, I didn't want to make things awkward."
Shikamaru said nothing but moved closer, leaning forward. He closed the gap between himself and Neji and pressed his lips against his friend's. He was rewarded with a soft gasp of surprise, and took advantage of Neji's slightly parted lips to trace the inner edges of them with his tongue.
Now that Neji knew Shikamaru accepted his feelings, his confidence returned and he lifted a hand to the back of Shikamaru's head, pulling him closer as the kiss deepened. His own tongue ventured out to join the one hovering shyly at his lips, and coaxed it all the way into his mouth. Both of them moaned in unison. Neji scooted closer, pushing Shikamaru back down so he was sitting with his legs out in front of him and then straddled his hips. Their kiss grew hungrier and more desperate, and both of Shikamaru's hands found their way into Neji's long black hair.
Two erections pressed against each other through the fabric of tightly-stretched pants, and Neji began to slowly rock his hips against Shikamaru's. The younger ninja gasped, his head falling back a little, exposing his neck to a frenzy of kisses, licks and soft bites. Kissing Neji hadn't been a huge risk, he felt, but it was still a risk nonetheless. Shikamaru had been certain he had judged the Hyuuga's feelings correctly (and he had!), but Neji may have been too proud to act on them, or even to accept Shikamaru's wordless offer. He combed his fingers through Neji's hair, letting the silky strands slip through his fingers.
Neji paused in his ministrations and looked up, desire burning in his colourless eyes, and Shikamaru just had to kiss him again. Neji's hands pushed at the shoulders of Shikamaru's jacket and vest, and Shikamaru took the hint, pulling his hands from the long black hair and allowing the garments to slip down his arms. He shook them off his wrists and then unfastened the front of Neji's top, trailing kisses along the underside of his jaw, down the front of his throat and onto the smooth, flat chest. He traced patterns around Neji's nipples with the tip of his tongue, watching with interest as the little nubs rose erect. As he teased one gently with his teeth, Neji moaned, grinding his crotch into Shikamaru's.
Shikamaru chuckled softly. "Patience," he murmured, his breath warm over the saliva-wet nipple. Since he was doing this with Neji, he wanted to do it properly and not rush. His hands were beneath Neji's top, caressing the warm, smooth skin of his back and holding him upright so he could continue licking and kissing at his chest. Neji squirmed, wriggling his way out of the garment and exposing the top of his body to the cooler air. Shikamaru sat back to admire the view. Sure, he had seen Neji topless before, but he'd not really paid attention. Now his eyes lazily travelled over the pale, smooth expanse of skin, garnished with the two rosy nipples and not a single chest hair. His muscles were well-defined, but not too bulky and his chest rose and fell with each breath.
Impatient, Neji dug his fingers into the back of Shikamaru's fishnet shirt and dragged it upwards. Not that the sight of Shikamaru's skin through the mesh wasn't enticing - he just wanted a little more. Shikamaru raised his arms, accepting Neji's impatience good-naturedly. When the shirt lay in the pile of discarded clothes, Neji gently lowered his lover to the ground and kissed him deeply. The kiss was returned with lingering sensuality. Doe-like dark eyes gazed up into half-lidded white ones. Shikamaru lifted a hand and with the back of his fingers stroked the pinkness of Neji's cheeks, which hadn't faded a bit since he'd first confronted him. As the fingers trailed down towards his chin, Neji caught two of them in his mouth, sucking them in and teasing them with his tongue. This elicited a groan from Shikamaru, whose cheeks now matched the colour of Neji's. Pulling his fingers from that hot, wet cavern, Shikamaru craned his neck to replace them with his tongue again, and almost squeaked in surprise as Neji sucked on it in much the same manner.
When the kiss ended and Shikamaru let his head fall back to the ground, pillowed by his ponytail, Neji's hands were at the fastening of his lover's pants. Shikamaru's cheeks burned crimson as Neji tugged both the pants and boxers down, taking a moment to pull off Shikamaru's sandals and completely remove his clothing, leaving him naked on the grass. He then stood, divesting himself of his own clothes before sitting back astride the blushing Shikamaru. Both men stared down at the sight of their two erections, now pressed together skin-to-skin. Neji's was longer and paler, while Shikamaru's was a little shorter but of greater girth. Neji took both in his hand and gently stroked them. Shikamaru moaned softly, struggling to stop his eyes closing at the wonderful sensation; he wanted to watch.
Neji stroked them off for a little while, enjoying the sensations himself, neither of them talking, although soft moans and ragged breaths broke the silence. Before either man could reach his peak, however, Neji stopped and leaned down over Shikamaru, bringing both hands up to rest either side of his head and brushing their lips together softly. A cascade of dark hair hid them from the world. "Shikamaru," he murmured softly. "I... I want to make love to you."
Shikamaru felt his whole body flush white-hot. For a moment, he thought he'd misheard, but the look in Neji's eyes left no room for doubt. "Neji..." he whispered, before finding his voice. "I want to too, but I've never... I haven't-"
Neji silenced him with a kiss. "Neither have I. We'll be each others' firsts."
Shikamaru smiled up at him. It sounded nice, like a memory to treasure forever. And neither of them would be able to compare inadequacies with former lovers. Slowly, he nodded, enjoying the way Neji's eyes lit up the second before the Hyuuga kissed him passionately. Neji stroked Shikamaru's face gently, and Shikamaru repeated Neji's finger-sucking trick, taking first one, then two fingers into his mouth and laving them with his tongue. He felt Neji's shaft twitch against his own and arched his hips, rubbing them firmly together. He was pleased to hear a groan of pleasure from Neji.
Breaking away from the kiss, Neji looked again into Shikamaru's eyes as he used one of his knees to nudge his lover's thighs apart. His wet fingers slipped from Shikamaru's mouth and disappeared from view. Shikamaru felt them brush his balls and moaned, closing his eyes. Neji nipped his nose with his lips. "Look at me," he commanded gently. Shikamaru opened his eyes again, and when his gaze locked with Neji's, felt a wet finger slide slowly into him.
"G-gods!" He gasped, gritting his teeth at the foreign sensation.
Neji smirked. "Relax," he murmured. "You're going to break my finger!" He lowered his head and took Shikamaru's earlobe gently between his teeth and toyed with the hoop earring with his tongue. The heat of his breath over Shikamaru's ear had the desired effect, and he felt Shikamaru relax. Slowly, he began to move his finger in and out and eventually Shikamaru's hips began to rock along in the same rhythm. At this point, Neji added the second wet finger. From the look on his face, he could see that it was a bit uncomfortable for Shikamaru, so he just held it there and kissed his lips until a pleading tilt of the hips below him indicated that more was wanted.
If Shikamaru had been asked what he thought would happen on the way to the Hidden Village of Grass, being impaled on Neji's fingers would not have been one of the scenarios he would have predicted. Even at the point he decided to confront Neji about his strange behaviour, he still hadn't imagined it would go quite this far. Not that he was complaining, mind! It was an amazing feeling, the fingers pumping in and out of him, the penis thrusting against his own when his hips rocked against Neji's hand. Neji's lips were soft, and slightly salty, his tongue warm and agile, alternating soft brushes to his lips with hard and determined forays into his mouth. When a third finger started to press in beside the two already inside him, Shikamaru had to push against Neji's chest with a hand. "Wait..." he said, through clenched teeth when Neji's lips broke away.
Neji stopped, concerned, while Shikamaru took some deep breaths. "Is it too much?" He started to pull his fingers out, but Shikamaru's other hand caught his wrist.
"I'll be okay. Just give me a minute." Neji nodded, leaving his fingers in place. He amused himself by trying to reach the fingers splayed upon his chest with his tongue. Shikamaru chuckled at his efforts, and offered his hand to Neji who eagerly suckled on his fingers one at a time, then in pairs. Finally, Shikamaru had relaxed enough for Neji's third finger to push further in, although once in, Neji waited a few moments before starting to move them in and out. Shikamaru bit his lip at the unaccustomed full feeling, which soon felt unspeakably good. Neji spread his fingers, stretching his lover a little, and tried varying his speed, twisting and even crossing his fingers inside Shikamaru, just to watch the expressions of surprise and pleasure cross his face.
Shikamaru pulled his fingers from Neji's mouth and slipped his hand between them, wrapping the wet digits around Neji's erection. Neji groaned softly. Shikamaru toyed with him, making sure to transfer the saliva from his hand to Neji, then caught his lover's eyes. In one fluid motion, Shikamaru was emptied of fingers, and Neji had repositioned himself at Shikamaru's entrance. With his free hand, Neji locked fingers with Shikamaru, pinning his hand gently to the ground beside his head. He guided himself slowly into Shikamaru, kissing his lover to silence the soft cry which may have come from either of them, or perhaps both at once.
They waited a moment, Neji catching Shikamaru's other hand with his now free hand and clasping it like the first one. They kissed again, tenderly at first, then heatedly, and as the passion built within them, Neji began to move his hips. The feeling of being buried to the hilt in his lover was indescribably good, and the sound of Shikamaru's moans was so very pleasing.
Shikamaru's eyes rolled back in his head as Neji thrust into him over and again. Any pain he felt before was forgotten now, in this cacophony of pleasure that prevented him from thinking clearly. Rational thought was out the window. All that mattered now was the hard length inside him, and his own erection being rubbed between their bellies. He bit at Neji's lips almost desperately, his hands clenching and unclenching under Neji's. He felt tension collecting in his lower body and knew he was going to come, but that didn't matter, because Neji was fucking him. Neji was fucking him. Neji was fucking him!
Neji's mouth muffled the loud cry of pleasure as Shikamaru climaxed beneath him. The sudden slippery warmth between them and the clenching of Shikamaru's nether regions drove him over the edge and he came too, hot spurts of seed making his final thrusts highly lubricated. He fell panting onto Shikamaru's chest, releasing his hands, which Shikamaru brought up to surround him.
Neither man spoke for quite some time. Neji spoke up, his face half buried against Shikamaru's chest. "That was... incredible."
"Wonderful," agreed Shikamaru, sleepily.
"We should probably get going," Neji said, with a sigh, "You know, the mission..." Shikamaru was already asleep, his breaths even and his face the picture of relaxed contentment. "Hn," muttered Neji wryly, reaching for his jacket and draping it over the two of them. He nestled into the crook of Shikamaru's arm and joined his lover in a nap.
*** End ***