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Strengthening The Bond
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Naruto › Yaoi - Male/Male
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Adult ++
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Naruto › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
3
Views:
1,563
Reviews:
9
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Characters belong to Masashi Kishimoto, owner of the Naruto manga. I make no money from this.
Dreams
Asuma gently cupped his chin with his thumb and forefinger; his face tantalizingly close to his own and oh-so warm. It was taking up his entire vision, eyes chocolate brown and so, so kind.
“... Shikamaru...”
But his breath was trapped somewhere between his lungs and his mouth. He couldn't speak, couldn't breathe. Shikamaru swallowed, gaze flicking from Asuma's eyes to his lips as those fingers on his chin tightened and slowly drew him closer. He gasped lightly, a short escape of breath that puffed out against Asuma's lips milliseconds before they were pressed to his own.
It was so good. Asuma tasted of heat and cigarette smoke, dark and dangerous as a hot tongue pressed against the seam of his lips; easily offered and with no resistance from the younger boy. His hands felt weirdly heavy as he lifted them, gripping Asuma's short, dark hair and curling his fingers into it. Asuma's tongue was slick in his mouth, eyes closing as he groaned softly and kissed back as well as he could.
Suddenly they were on a bed, not his so he guessed it was Asuma's and they were...
… Naked. When had that happened...? Was he drunk or something...?
It didn't matter because Asuma's hands were sliding down his chest, hot and calloused. He jerked, groaning into the hard, desperate kiss. “A-Asuma...” Oh fuck that felt good. His eyes clamped shut, breath hissing out of him as Asuma gripped and moved and moved and god, it was getting fuzzy and his vision was going funny, hot and cold and he was so, so close and--...
… Shikamaru woke up with a gasp, eyes snapping open to focus on the darkness of his ceiling. He groaned in frustration, his hard-on straining against his underwear. Another wet dream about Asuma... This was so troublesome...
He slowly sat up, head in hands. These dreams had just become more and more frequent since he'd told Asuma his feelings two months ago. It was, most probably, because his body was properly hitting puberty; but he knew Asuma was still thinking about what he'd said.
Asuma hadn't had a cigarette for two months, which meant he was still thinking about him. The man always stopped smoking when he was upset, or troubled with his thoughts. Thoughts about him. About what he said. What he meant.
Shikamaru made another noise of frustration and lay back down, clamping his eyes closed as he draped one hand over his stomach and bit his lip, flushing a little in the darkness.
It was so... Frustrating... He couldn't think of a way to make Asuma like him back... Couldn't try to win him over, not really... He was just a kid... Asuma more than twice his age...
His hand slowly crept down his stomach, slipping under the waistband of his underwear and gently gripping his erection.
He wasn't even sure if he was gay, really... Asuma was his only infatuation... Not only for his heart, but for his body too; which definitely made him at least bisexual, really... He still remembered that really hot day where Asuma had yanked his shirt off, all gleaming, rippling muscle.
His hand tightened on his cock, feeling it throb and twitch in his palm. Pleasure slowly curled through his stomach as he started to slowly stroke, pushing his underwear down and away.
Those muscles had moved with such fluidity, such grace and such eroticism that Shikamaru had to actually sit up from where he was reclining and cross his legs to hide his little problem. From that moment on, his dreams and thoughts had been focused on Asuma's chest, his arms, his lips...
Oh god that felt good... His hand tightened on his heated flesh, moving faster...
And then the onsen. Oh god, the onsen... Just him and Asuma... Alone, and in the hot water... Of course Asuma had been oblivious to his students affections and stripped off easily. Shikamaru, luckily, had already been in the water and was able to hide his arousal.
He was getting close, fuelled on by the memories of his sensei naked for one breathtaking moment before he was lost to the opaque waters of the onsen and by his own dreams and fantasies. The water hot around them, but their skin even more so, wet tongues and heavy hands he ached to feel over himself, to be pushed back against the rough rocks of the onsen, the water splashing around them as Asuma –
… - Shikamaru quickly grabbed a tissue from his bedside table and covered the tip of his erection as his hips jerked and he bit back a quiet groan, his seed shooting into the waiting tissue. His orgasm shook him, making him gasp and pant for breath, writhing gently on the sheet. Shikamaru finally fell still, waiting a breathless moment before cleaning himself up and tossing the soiled tissue into the bin beside him. He yanked his underwear back up and turned over, burying his face in the pillow and closing his eyes.
… At least Asuma was still thinking about him... And they were still talking and playing shougi as usual... In fact, they had a game tomorrow planned... He yawned, the smallest of smiles playing around his lips. He slowly fell asleep, thankfully devoid of any more dreams about Asuma.
TBC...
“... Shikamaru...”
But his breath was trapped somewhere between his lungs and his mouth. He couldn't speak, couldn't breathe. Shikamaru swallowed, gaze flicking from Asuma's eyes to his lips as those fingers on his chin tightened and slowly drew him closer. He gasped lightly, a short escape of breath that puffed out against Asuma's lips milliseconds before they were pressed to his own.
It was so good. Asuma tasted of heat and cigarette smoke, dark and dangerous as a hot tongue pressed against the seam of his lips; easily offered and with no resistance from the younger boy. His hands felt weirdly heavy as he lifted them, gripping Asuma's short, dark hair and curling his fingers into it. Asuma's tongue was slick in his mouth, eyes closing as he groaned softly and kissed back as well as he could.
Suddenly they were on a bed, not his so he guessed it was Asuma's and they were...
… Naked. When had that happened...? Was he drunk or something...?
It didn't matter because Asuma's hands were sliding down his chest, hot and calloused. He jerked, groaning into the hard, desperate kiss. “A-Asuma...” Oh fuck that felt good. His eyes clamped shut, breath hissing out of him as Asuma gripped and moved and moved and god, it was getting fuzzy and his vision was going funny, hot and cold and he was so, so close and--...
… Shikamaru woke up with a gasp, eyes snapping open to focus on the darkness of his ceiling. He groaned in frustration, his hard-on straining against his underwear. Another wet dream about Asuma... This was so troublesome...
He slowly sat up, head in hands. These dreams had just become more and more frequent since he'd told Asuma his feelings two months ago. It was, most probably, because his body was properly hitting puberty; but he knew Asuma was still thinking about what he'd said.
Asuma hadn't had a cigarette for two months, which meant he was still thinking about him. The man always stopped smoking when he was upset, or troubled with his thoughts. Thoughts about him. About what he said. What he meant.
Shikamaru made another noise of frustration and lay back down, clamping his eyes closed as he draped one hand over his stomach and bit his lip, flushing a little in the darkness.
It was so... Frustrating... He couldn't think of a way to make Asuma like him back... Couldn't try to win him over, not really... He was just a kid... Asuma more than twice his age...
His hand slowly crept down his stomach, slipping under the waistband of his underwear and gently gripping his erection.
He wasn't even sure if he was gay, really... Asuma was his only infatuation... Not only for his heart, but for his body too; which definitely made him at least bisexual, really... He still remembered that really hot day where Asuma had yanked his shirt off, all gleaming, rippling muscle.
His hand tightened on his cock, feeling it throb and twitch in his palm. Pleasure slowly curled through his stomach as he started to slowly stroke, pushing his underwear down and away.
Those muscles had moved with such fluidity, such grace and such eroticism that Shikamaru had to actually sit up from where he was reclining and cross his legs to hide his little problem. From that moment on, his dreams and thoughts had been focused on Asuma's chest, his arms, his lips...
Oh god that felt good... His hand tightened on his heated flesh, moving faster...
And then the onsen. Oh god, the onsen... Just him and Asuma... Alone, and in the hot water... Of course Asuma had been oblivious to his students affections and stripped off easily. Shikamaru, luckily, had already been in the water and was able to hide his arousal.
He was getting close, fuelled on by the memories of his sensei naked for one breathtaking moment before he was lost to the opaque waters of the onsen and by his own dreams and fantasies. The water hot around them, but their skin even more so, wet tongues and heavy hands he ached to feel over himself, to be pushed back against the rough rocks of the onsen, the water splashing around them as Asuma –
… - Shikamaru quickly grabbed a tissue from his bedside table and covered the tip of his erection as his hips jerked and he bit back a quiet groan, his seed shooting into the waiting tissue. His orgasm shook him, making him gasp and pant for breath, writhing gently on the sheet. Shikamaru finally fell still, waiting a breathless moment before cleaning himself up and tossing the soiled tissue into the bin beside him. He yanked his underwear back up and turned over, burying his face in the pillow and closing his eyes.
… At least Asuma was still thinking about him... And they were still talking and playing shougi as usual... In fact, they had a game tomorrow planned... He yawned, the smallest of smiles playing around his lips. He slowly fell asleep, thankfully devoid of any more dreams about Asuma.
TBC...