Naruto and Kiba Mess Around

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“Hey, that’s mine,” Kiba said, eyeing the comb that Naruto was idly playing with. The afternoon was a hot one; training had been canceled due to a meeting of the older ninja. The heat and boredom made the boys sullen and irritable. They’d both removed their shirt in an effort to keep cool. Naruto had suggested going swimming, but neither felt like making the trek to the lake. They had reluctantly settled for lounging around Naruto’s flat and hoping the weather would break.

The blonde snorted. “It might be yours but it doesn’t look like you’ve ever used it,” he said with a dubious glance at Kiba’s unruly hair.

“Give it here, baka.”

Naruto gave him a cross look. “Make me.” He dangled the comb in front of Kiba’s face tauntingly. Kiba grabbed for it, but Naruto snatched it back just out of Kiba’s reach. Dark eyes narrowed. Now it was on. He lunged for Naruto, but the blond ninja rolled away, evading the attack. Kiba sprang again, this time managing to catch a bare foot. Naruto shouted and flailed, giving Kiba a solid kick to the chest. Kiba grunted and released him. Coming nimbly to his feet, Naruto laughed, thinking he had the upper hand. He pulled the waistband away from his stomach, holding the comb above it, threatening to drop it down his pants.

He raised an eyebrow, “Move and this comb gets up close and personal with my package.”

“Don’t think that’ll stop me,” Kiba growled.

“Yeah?” The challenge in Naruto’s voice was clear. “I bet it will.” He dropped the comb, setting his hands on his hips smugly.

Kiba threw himself at Naruto, bearing the other boy to the ground, struggling to ward off blows with one hand while the other snaked down Naruto’s pants. Naruto squirmed and bucked, hands pulling Kiba’s hair as he tried to throw him off. Kiba held on though, fingers crawling along Naruto’s stomach, searching for the prize. When they closed around Naruto’s quivering erection instead, both boys froze. For a long moment they did nothing, breathing heavily and staring wide-eyed at each other.

“You’ve got a hard-on?” Kiba asked, stating the obvious.

Kiba’s stare and the fact that he’d just squeezed a little made Naruto shiver and blush. “Yeah, kinda.”

“I gave you a hard-on?” Kiba persisted, fingers still closed around Naruto. Sweat trickled down the side of his face.

“No,” Naruto lied. Kiba ran a finger over the sensitive tip and Naruto whimpered involuntarily. He nearly cried out as the hand slick with sweat hesitantly slid first up than down his aching length. Kiba’s weight pinned Naruto down, hand working between Naruto’s legs. Their faces were inches apart, but Kiba refused to look at Naruto, focusing instead on Naruto’s bronzed collarbone. Kiba quickened the rhythm as Naruto shook beneath him. It did not take long for Naruto to come, spilling himself in Kiba’s hand. After a moment, Kiba let him go and sitting up he wiped his hand down Naruto’s pant leg with a disgusted face.

Naruto sat up a moment later. “Why’d you do that?” Kiba shrugged noncommittally. “Want me to do it for you?” Kiba’s own erection hadn’t escaped his notice.

Kiba shrugged again. “Okay.”

Neither moved. “Well, whip it out then,” Naruto said in an off-hand sort of way.

Kiba nodded and gingerly unzipped the fly of his pants exposing his reddened cock, so hard that it hurt. His face was almost as red as the paint decorating his cheeks.

“Hey, spread your legs. I’ll suck it, instead, if you want me to.” Naruto paused. “Do you want me to?”
Kiba nodded again, spreading his legs to give Naruto room. Naruto closed in. Kiba caught him by the hair as he got close.

“Wait, are you gay?” Kiba asked suspiciously.

“No, of course not,” Naruto said, eyeing Kiba’s cock hungrily.

“Okay, good.” He looked relieved. “Neither am I.”

He released Naruto and leaned back propping himself up on his elbows. Naruto breathed on the hot cock, then lightly licked the head and flicked his tongue up and down, tracing the pulsing vein. He reached out a hand to tentatively play with Kiba’s balls. Kiba moaned shifting his hips to give Naruto more access. Naruto’s lips closed around Kiba and he worked his tongue along the underside, enjoying the small noises Kiba was making. Slowly he took more, until he couldn’t go further without choking. He pulled up and worked down again, a little faster this time. Kiba’s breath was coming raggedly. Naruto sped up, wrapping a fist around what he could not swallow. With arching back and curling toes, Kiba came. Naruto promptly gagged and spit cum, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

After a minute, Kiba’s breathing returned to normal. He sat up hurriedly, struggling with the front of his pants. When he was decent again he rose.

“I- I have to go,” he said.

“Oh wait,” Naruto stopped him. “Here.” He removed the comb from his pants and offered it to Kiba.

Kiba eyed the comb, sticky with cum. “You can keep it.”