Morning Routine

Naruto felt something nudge his side. It was kind of wet and was starting to poke at his ribs, dabbing cool spots on his skin, traveling down to his waist and smearing a trail along the way.

He ignored it.

About two seconds later, it was nudging him a little harder now, digging into his hips and moistening them up a bit, hot wind splashing against his thighs.

He ignored it again.

The bed sagged to the left, and he heard something give a grunt. Next thing he knew, a smelly wet mass was massaging his cheeks, licking up and down across his face as it practically kissed his half-open lips.

“Ah, get off, Akamaru,” he said, shoving the dog’s muzzle away. “Your breath stinks.”

The dog whined, then hopped off onto the floor, tail wagging back and forth as it exited the room. It’d done its job, all right.

Some alarm clock, Naruto thought, scratching his crotch then lifting his hips a little to pluck out the usual overnight wedgie. He felt his morning wood nuzzling into the sheets above as he stretched long and hard, groaning and moaning, pleasure tickling the muscles in his calves and shoulders until he gave a satisfied sigh and relaxed into the cushy mattress. Felt good, sinking into the blankets like this, readjusting his underwear some more and knuckling out all that eyegum. He gave a yawn then gazed around the place, catching sight of himself in the mirror staring down at him from across the room. He placed his hands behind his head and flashed himself a toothy grin. Needed to shave his armpits soon. Other than that, everything was looking good, and well—there was always just something awesome about mornings that really did it for him; got him in the mood. He wasn’t sure what it was, though. Maybe it was the bacon, the eggs, the ramen. He had a real stomach fetish when it came to his heart (a.k.a. his crotch), though maybe it was something a tad more subtle, like the general lazy atmosphere drifting throughout the room at the start of the day, those first bland rays of sunshine just peeking through the blinds. Hell, maybe it was even all these musky scents clouding up the room from the sheets of his love nest—some kind of lusty-stink—but whatever it was, it got him horny, that was for sure. Hornier than a—a fricking kunai, he supposed.

He sighed again, then let his head roll over to his right. Why’d Akamaru always wake him up, but not its own master? Ah well, Naruto was a bit of an alarm clock himself for the sleepyhead snoozing right next to him. He lifted a leg, smirking, and let loose some wind chakra.

Almost instantly, Kiba responded by rolling over onto his stomach and groaning into his pillow, only half his face visible now, that red tattoo scrunching in mild anger as usual, and Naruto grinned at him guiltily, about to climb onto the Inuzuka’s tanned back, start making some morning love, when another rip tore throughout the room.

It took Naruto a few seconds to register what’d happened, then:

“Damn, Kiba!” He scrambled away, plugging his nose. “What the hell’d you eat?!”

Kiba just grinned into his pillow, snickering.

Naruto coughed, waving his hand around. “Fuck—yours’re always so damn disgusting!”

“Are they really that bad?” Kiba asked, launching a couple more.

Naruto growled. “Go to the damn bathroom! Ass-bomber!”

“I think I will,” Kiba said, rising. “But first—”

He tackled Naruto into the swampy pillows of their bed, that jerky tongue of his diving straight inside Naruto’s mouth.

“Mm!”

Naruto squirmed below him, their erections bumping up against each other’s pelvises as Kiba growled into the kiss, his tongue swabbing out the insides of Naruto’s moaning mouth, and after a few seconds of protesting (all futile in the clutches of a horny Inuzuka), Naruto relaxed, laying his head back upon a lumpy pillow, Kiba pinning him down to the mattress. Always felt good to be topped like this to Naruto. Didn’t know why. Oh sure, he liked topping Kiba, too, but he never complained when the other guy showed some dominance in bed either. Naruto grappled the Inuzuka’s hair in his hands, running his fingers through all those mangy-unkempt spikes as they started their usual morning makeout session. It was all so physical, their attraction. Everything was touch, touch, touch, grope, grope, grope, suck, suck, suck, fuck, fuck, fuck—but Naruto’d have it no other way. The affection, it was all pure to him. For reals. Sure, it was smellier than an overweight male genin’s drawers—but it was pure nonetheless.

“Be right back,” Kiba said.

He planted a kiss on Naruto’s forehead then hopped out of bed, darting for the bathroom. Naruto heard the commode seat thunk, the rustle of underwear dropping to the floor, then a pleasure-filled “ahh” bellow out of the bathroom.

Naruto snorted. Sometimes Kiba was so fricking spunky.

And other times he wasn’t. Now and then, the guy had mood swings; his good days and his bad days. Sounded like today was going to be a good day, though, and after a flush plus the sound of running sink-water for a minute or two, Kiba returned, pausing at the side of the bed and grinning down at Naruto, a hand on his hip.

“What?” Naruto asked.

“Wanna fuck me?”

“Yeah, now that you’re all cleaned out, I hope.”

“Oh yeah. I’m all cleaned out now.”

“Good. Where you wanna do it then? In the kitchen? The closet? The bathroom?”

“I was thinking the bed, stupid.”

Naruto flung the covers back. “Hop on in then . . . you . . . you cock-banana.”

“That a new one?” Kiba asked, sliding into bed. “They’re never very good in the morning.”

“My name-calls are always good. Twenty-four-seven.”

“Where do you come up with this crap anyway?”

“In my head,” Naruto said, draping the blanket over Kiba’s shoulders, then pulling him into his chest. “Now let me guess—doggy-style?”

Kiba replied with a wolfish grin then grabbed a fistful of Naruto’s ass, massaging it in his hands, his skillful fingers digging into the tight crevice, getting handfuls of cottony cloth and lax flesh in the process. Breathing in the scents of their bed (wasn’t exactly fresh), Naruto felt his erection shoot through the seams of his underwear as he took the Inuzuka’s hair in his hands again, sliding that messy scalp through his fingers. They dove into another kiss, and Naruto tasted Kiba’s mouth.

He coughed heartily. “Couldn’t you of brushed your damn teeth?”

Kiba quit his fondling and forced another smelly kiss on him. “Thought you liked morning breath.”

“In the heat of the moment, maybe.”

“Then let’s get to the fucking already.”

“Hey, you’re the one who started groping my ass. I thought you were going bottom.”

“I am . . . just can’t resist giving you a little butt massage now and then, when the opportunity presents itself.”

Naruto frowned at Kiba’s random moments of slightly-more-articulate speech than usual. They were kind of like Naruto’s own equally-random labels for anything and everything in the vicinity (see: cock-banana).

“On the edge of the bed,” Naruto said. “Now.”

Kiba shuffled across the blankets, his briefs hanging just low enough for Naruto to catch a peek of that tanned crack. Naruto smirked, crawling up behind him.

“I wanna get a butt massage, myself, this morning,” Kiba said, sliding his underwear down. “Before you start fucking me, that is.”

“Sure,” Naruto said, dragging those briefs the rest of the way off. “Why don’t we call it an ‘assage,’ though?”

“Because that’s lame and cheesy,” Kiba sagely explained as he crept over the bed’s corner. “Almost as lame as your name-calls.”

“. . . It’s not that cheesy.”

Kiba only replied with a snorting grunt as he planted his hands on the floor for leverage, spreading his legs wide apart and nestling his knees into the blankets, wriggling his butt around. He lifted himself up for a second to prepare his cock—to get it poking upwards rather than down and crooked into the mattress. Once he got it tucked properly, he sank back onto his stomach, edging over the corner of the bed some more—and now he was all set. This was just one of the positions he preferred for sex: his upper body sort of spilling over the bed’s corner like this, his knuckles holding him up on the floor and bracing him for the powerful fuck Naruto was about to deliver. Obviously, he couldn’t stimulate himself much in this manner, what with his package getting crushed underneath his weight and all; instead, he could only experience the pleasure of Naruto being inside him—but that was all just fine and dandy because he’d get to pleasure Naruto afterwards, release all that built up lust. In other words, it was a mutual fuck-buddy system. And it got him extra horny for later, too.

“Butt massage, right?” Naruto asked.

“Yeah—gotta warm up the oven.”

“Ha-ha; whatever, Kiba. You’re already fucking toastier than a—a toaster.”

“Speaking of which, let’s have some jelly-toast and scrambled eggs for breakfast later.”

Naruto reached forward, playfully patting those cheeks. “Sounds good—but I gotta have a bowl of ramen and some chocolate milk on the side, too. Can’t start a day without it.”

“Mmm, some jerky and sausage links, too,” Kiba said, shoving back against Naruto’s mischievous fingers.

“. . . So glad you ain’t a vegetarian sometimes. That’d suck.”

“Likewise, Naruto. Likewise. Now get to the fun part already. I’m running on an empty stomach here.”

“I was just about to do that, you fanny fetishist.”

“You’re as much of an ass connoisseur as I am, moron.”

Naruto spanked Kiba, silencing him and grasping two big handfuls of Inuzuka ass in the process—then he began to work. He started pulling those cheeks apart, catching glimpses of Kiba’s tight entrance, the light hairs surrounding it tangling in and out of each other as he parted, fondled, massaged, groped, then fondled some more. There really wasn’t much to it. Just take a butt in your hands, and knead it like you would some dough; and Naruto even had a little experience with that sort of thing after years of watching that Ayame girl down at Ichiraku’s prepare his usual orders of miso-pork ramen. His callused hands had the grip down, the stretch down, the pull down; they even had the tenderness down. They had every amount of skill and care you needed in order to give a perfect massage to someone’s ass. For serious. Now why the hell couldn’t he make his own ramen?

“Ahh,” Kiba said, pushing back against Naruto’s hands, his entrance stretching apart. “Go ahead, man. I’m ready now.”

“You want some lube?”

“Fuck the lube; takes too long.”

“It’s right over there on the floor, Kiba. It’d take me like a second and a half to go and get it.”

Kiba grumbled. “Just hurry up.”

So Naruto did. He sprang for the bottle then sprang right back, squirting out a worm of the stuff onto his hands and circling his palms together. He stroked the length of his cock once or twice. Carefully, so as not to climax already, then he eased up behind Kiba and massaged the lube directly onto that tight ring of muscle using only two fingers, loosening up the Inuzuka with little circular motions, holding him down authoritatively as he continued to spread the slippery glaze around and around, oiling, lotioning, oiling, lotioning.

“I can’t take this much more,” Kiba said, his butt anxiously shoving back so much he’d managed to lodge himself on Naruto’s fingers a few times. “Quit fooling around and fuck me already.”

Naruto smirked. “I can do that.”

He crept up behind the Inuzuka, slowly, then set his hands on either side of the guy’s back, plunging them into the spongy mattress. Bending down, he took a whiff of Kiba, dragging his nose up the Inuzuka’s spine then nuzzling into his sweaty neck.

“What’s that thing you always say right before you nail me?”

“Wha—?”

Naruto breathed into Kiba’s ear. “Gonna fuck you now,” he said—then slid in.

“Ah, fuuuck,” Kiba shuddered, his back tensing, his ass clenching.

And Naruto chuckled in response, burrowing his cock in deeper, feeling the Inuzuka slide that hot-wet ass back along his shaft until his pelvis met those two globes of flesh.

“Mmmmm, Kiba.”

The Inuzuka trembled and moaned, and for a few seconds, Naruto just stared down at those tanned mounds pressed up against his pubes, counting every drop of sweat, tracing the curves of his own abdominal muscles traveling down behind that ass. Kiba’s butt, it was nice and loose now, eased up already. What could you expect after fucking the shit out of the thing by now? Oh yeah, Naruto’d topped and popped that cherry a long, long time ago—and vice versa, though he’d never admit the Inuzuka’d topped and popped him first. Memories of such an ego deflation had the opposite effect on his alter ego, though—the one between his legs. It swelled with renewed zeal and vigor (and a pinch of anger even) as he started slamming into that Inuzuka ass, Kiba pounding back against him just as furiously, pumping it back and forth.

“Kiba,” Naruto panted, “your ass, it’s always so fucking tight, so fucking—fuckalicious. Never gets old.”

Kiba groaned in response, and Naruto felt all those wet muscles flowing all over his cock, drenching his shaft in glutes, that tight ring squeezing around his dick, holding him there in its fiery grip.

“Shiiiiiit,” he said, rocking into the Inuzuka.

And Kiba snickered as he worked his ass back and forth, twisting his hips and practically tying Naruto’s length into a pretzel he was so skilled. Damn, Kiba was such a stud. Such a fucking carnivore. He could bend Naruto to his will sometimes, even when he was going bottom like this, and Naruto couldn’t complain much he realized as he felt those slick muscles flexing and tightening around him, boiling his loins up in their intense heat already. He wanted to last a long time this morning—they had about an extra hour’s more time than usual today—but Kiba was already dominating him. Yeah, Naruto’d be climaxing in no time.

And that’s when it happened. Out of nowhere. Kiba jerked his hips, grinding his ass back as far as he could, rising up off the bed a little, and Naruto felt the Inuzuka’s sweaty warmth suddenly crushing way up against his stomach. He glanced down and saw that ass curving up into him, shoving into his abs, that tight asshole devouring his cock, swallowing him whole, and Kiba started moaning. Those muscles, Naruto could feel them straining; he could see them straining as the tight flesh of Kiba’s back rippled, yet the Inuzuka just kept pressing back, clamping around him until Naruto felt his climax surge forth, roaring from his loins on into the Inuzuka.

“Fuh-fuck, Kiba,” Naruto said, wanting to collapse, but the Inuzuka held him up.

And Naruto continued to pour into him. He could feel his cock violently spazzing with each burst of passion, pleasure stinging his crown, his shaft, his balls—then Kiba unleashed him from his grip, and they both spilled upon the bed, the Inuzuka hanging over the corner, no longer propping himself up.

Nothing but panting, panting, and more panting billowed throughout the room.

Kiba’s back was rising and falling with each breath as Naruto lay upon him, motionless, the salty taste of his own sweat trickling into his mouth from the corners of his lips. He licked them, swallowing it all without even a flicker of a grimace, then sank his nose into Kiba’s spine, dragging in that musky smell and grinning. He gave the Inuzuka’s sweat-drenched back a lick, then laid the side of his head on it, smiling despite the angry sex they’d just had. Their love-making, it was almost always like this, and this was the heat of the moment he’d been talking about earlier. Somehow, in this perfect state, every bad smell in the world was good, regardless of how bad it was—as long as it was only coming from you and your lover.

Kiba shifted, giving off a sort of happy groan. The kind you give when stretching. “Always so fucking nice, Naruto.”

“Mmmmm,” Naruto agreed, lax and loose upon Kiba’s back. “You gonna nail me later?”

“After breakfast, yeah.”

“Not hungry, though . . . just fuck me now.”

“Heh, but you’ve gotta clean these blankets up first.”

Naruto looked up. “Huh?”

“I came. Like hardcore for serious.”

A pause, then: “On the bed?”

“Yeah, man—that was a great ass fuck. Best one you’ve given me in . . . well, days.”

“Glad you liked it and all, but—”

“I’ll whip us something up real quick. Just throw this blanket in the corner or something. You’re gonna get your turn soon enough.”

Naruto started to rise. “You gonna throw a soldier pill in your eggs then?”

“Tchhhhh, I’ll be all set and ready to go by the time we’re done eating, stupid. I only use those when you want me to sex you up right after you finish fucking me.”

“So all you ever really need’s a five minute break?”

“Pretty much. Gotta let my dog cool down a bit.”

“Your ‘dog’?”

“My cock, Naruto. It’s called a euphemism.”

“You—fuh—mism, jism,” Naruto mumbled. “Sounds like some kinda orgasm.”

“Whatever.” Kiba rolled Naruto off him with a nudge then got up on his feet, massaging his asshole. “Ahh, just toss this blanket somewhere, and I’ll have my sister wash it for us.”

“She ain’t too busy this week?”

“Nah, but she says you need to wipe your ass more.”

Naruto shrugged. “Just hurry up and go make that breakfast, Kiba. We only got about—oh wait, we’ve still got about an hour and a half or more.”

“Right. See you in a minute or two then.”

Kiba strolled out of the room.

And Naruto’s eyes couldn’t help but stay locked on those hot buns as they rocked back and forth with each step, the morning light dimly gleaming off that thick coat of sweat on them until they were gone out the door. Naruto sighed, digging out the corner of his eye. Those Inuzuka, they all had nice asses, nice stomachs, nice faces, nice hair, nice everything. Tanned and toned, too. He’d met some of Kiba’s cousins a few years ago, what with the two of them being fuck buddies and all (a.k.a. lovers), and his entire family was hot. It was like they were all just born to be wild, sexy, and horny at all times. Other than that, they were mostly just good for sniffing out shit and losing to farts.

Naruto chuckled, then glanced down at the milky stain Kiba’d left him to clean up. Just like cleaning up after a damn dog, he figured as he reached over and dragged the top layer off their bed. Yes, the top layer. Their bed consisted of multiple layers upon layers. You had the top layer, which generally looked clean. And underneath that was another layer for padding. Same for the next two layers (they used a lot of blankets). You had to dig down real deep before you got into the Nether-World of Kiba’s and Naruto’s bed, and once you were down there, you’d find half-eaten tubes of salami, jerky-sticks, and an ocean of crumbs. It was a wonder that ocean didn’t consist of ramen broth swashing back and forth mid-coitus. Basically, it was quite disgusting—but somehow, it all managed to sink below the layer upon which the two of them slept, leaving them blissfully unaware of all the undiscovered life-forms growing and culturing beneath their blankets.

After bundling up the top layer and tossing it to the corner of the room (which was where all their dirty laundry tended to end up), Naruto pulled on his underwear and grabbed Kiba’s as an afterthought. Oh sure, it was sexy to walk around the place naked with your partner, to have bags and bags of spectacular eyecandy on hand at all times, but a ninja’s got to be ready for action at all times, too—and fighting with your package flailing around like that just wasn’t a good thing.

He left the room.

When he got to the kitchen, he saw that Kiba was already whipping something up, just like he’d said he would. Naruto breathed in the smell of eggs and bacon, some ramen on the side. Miso-pork. Best meal of the day. There was a jug of ice-cold milk sitting on the counter just waiting for him to pour it into a glass and throw in some “chocolate dust” as he called it. Mix that up with a spoon, or if he were feeling really skilled today, he’d stir it all up with his spiraling sphere. Just place his palm on it, focus, and about ten seconds later you had the best, creamiest chocolate milk in the land. Hey, you had to train yourself all the time when you were a ninja.

Kiba glanced over at him, scrambling up an omelet or two. “Stuff’s ready.”

Naruto chucked him his underwear. “Put something on Kiba—or I’m gonna end up fucking you again. Right here. Right now.”

Akamaru’s tail wagged back and forth on the floor, scratching up the ceramic tiles.

“Sure,” Kiba said, setting his spatula to the side and slipping on his briefs. They spanked his butt with a snap. “What do you want, Akamaru?”

The dog woofed, pointing its nose at a strip of steak.

“Here you go then,” Kiba said, throwing it into the dog’s plate and looking over at Naruto. “And what do you want?”

“Already told you. I want the same stuff as you, hold the jerky-sticks, and my ramen as usual.”

“Right, right.”

Kiba poured the eggs onto two plates, set a couple of jellied slices of toast next to each omelet, then ambled over to their table. It was square and could only comfortably accommodate two people, though when they’d bought it from the local marketplace, it’d claimed it had “plenty of leg room for four!” What a scam—though Naruto didn’t mind having an excuse to avoid inviting anyone over to dinner. Ever. Yawning, he headed over to the kitchen, smacking Kiba’s ass as they passed each other, then poured himself a big bowl of steaming ramen. It’d been cooking and simmering to the side of where Kiba’d been working. Just for him. He took out a glass from the cabinet, set it on the counter with a clang, then filled it up with some milk. Sifting throughout the pantry, he found his chocolate dust, sprinkled some in, then finally joined Kiba at the table.

“Man,” he said as he plopped into the chair across from the Inuzuka. “I gotta piss.”

“Right after fucking me?” Kiba asked, chomping into his eggs.

“Yeah. I always gotta do that.” Naruto picked up his chopsticks. “Not that bad though.”

“Not bad enough that you gotta go and do it right now, eh?”

“Nope—all I want’s for you to hurry up and fuck me.”

“Then chow down, you stooge. I didn’t make all this food for nothing.” Kiba tore off the end of a jerky stick with his jaws, chewing it up. “After you clean that plate off, I’ll bang your brains out.”

Before Kiba’d even started talking that last bit, Naruto’d already begun to slurp up his ramen noodles, shoveling in eggs, chewing on jellied toast (raspberry), and gulping down chocolate milk. He hadn’t eaten in almost a full two days, compliments of his last mission, and his stomach was happily growling as all that food tumbled down the hatch to it; and after only a minute or two of scarfing, he was already finished. He leaned back in his chair, sinking into its cushions and patting his slightly-fattened stomach.

“Excu—” Kiba belched, covering his mouth “—’scuse you.”

Naruto shot him a quizzical look. “You’re the one who just burped.”

“Yeah, but you’re always belching when you lean back and pat your stomach like that. Thought I’d—” he burped again “—excuse you ahead of time.”

“Your mom really drilled some table manners into you, didn’t she?”

“No, not really,” Kiba said. “I’m not saying ‘excuse me,’ am I?”

Naruto belched in response. “Nope.”

Kiba snorted. “Guess we’re done then. You should go take a piss while I clean up.”

“Oh, come on, Kiba! Let’s just do it already!”

“All I’m gonna do is stick ’em in the sink. I’ll clean ’em up later. Go pee in the meantime.”

Naruto grumbled, but rose to his feet. “Hurry up,” he said as he headed for their bathroom.

There were two bathrooms in their apartment (what a deal). One was squeaky white and clean. Mostly because they never used it. It was their “guest bathroom,” and it was situated in the heart of the house. The other one was located in their bedroom. Surprisingly, it was also rather squeaky clean. Probably because they did most of their business in the woods and rivers, considering how often they lived their life on the go; but this bathroom, it was special. It was one of those nice, walk-in showers, complete with the glass, see-through door and peachy-pink ceramic tiles; no tub. It also had a sort of built-in bench: the back wall flanked straight out a few feet then straight back down, allowing you to rest your buttocks on its flat surface, or your shampoo and conditioner.

It was also good for propping a foot upon during sex as your lover relentlessly slammed into you from behind, and that metal slot thing with the bar—the place where you stored your soap—it worked as a sort of love handle of the non-fleshy kind, too.

Thoughts of all this tumbled and tackled each other in Naruto’s head as he entered the bathroom, sliding down his underwear and pulling out his cock. Kiba’d left the lid down, but Naruto had good aim. He didn’t bother to lift it back up. Instead, he simply pointed his shaft at the pot, mercifully unhard at the moment—because it was a real pain to try and piss with an erection going—then released a pleasurable stream into the commode. He sighed out long and hard, swiveling his hips around as he stylishly unleashed his water jutsu. Hey, Kiba and his dog had their dynamic marking crap, why couldn’t he? And he’d needed to go a lot worse than he’d thought. He still felt some weight in his bladder. He had a long ways to go.

And next thing he knew, he felt that Inuzuka cock slipping right into his ass.

“Ah!” he yelped, one hand bracing himself against the wall. “What the fuck, Kiba?!”

“Mmmmm.”

The Inuzuka breathed into Naruto’s neck, nibbling his shoulder, his hands wrapping around Naruto’s chest and groping his firm pectorals as that cock slid in farther, more piss flowing from Naruto the whole time.

“Fooled you,” Kiba said, his pelvis now firmly against Naruto’s butt. “Bend over. ’Cause I’m gonna fuck you right here.”

Naruto’s cock was hard, and he was tinkling all over the place, too; but it had thankfully started to die down to a trickle as he felt the Inuzuka lodge inside him even deeper, thrusting up into him, actually managing to lift him off the floor an inch or two.

“Ah! All right!” Naruto said, no longer holding himself, both hands planted on the wall. “Fuck me then!”

“Mmm, gonna do that.” Kiba started circling his thumbs and fingers around Naruto’s nipples, smoothing out Naruto’s flesh in his dexterous palms. “Let’s get in the shower first though.”

“Changed your mind about ‘fucking me right here,’ eh?”

“Close enough.”

Naruto gave a snort and waddled along the floor towards the shower, somehow getting out of his briefs with Kiba holding him by the waist as he pulled open the glass door and unscrewed the hot water to full blast, nudging the cold knob just a few notches for optimum warmth. He didn’t like to just jump on in like this, but he didn’t have much of a choice because Kiba slammed straight into him from behind and sent his merry ass hopping on into the shower as the Inuzuka’s solid palm spanked his hip, following up with a skillful massage on the red zone afterwards.

Their heat was hot—real hot—and so was the light stinging on Naruto’s rear as he plunged into the shower—but none of it was quite hot enough to drain out the sudden wash of cold water spewing all over his body.

“Shit, Kiba!” Naruto growled. “You know how much I fucking hate cold showers!”

“Yeah,” Kiba said, standing just outside the water’s reach. “Gonna warm you up in a sec, though.”

“Grrrrr—get in here with me!”

“Waiting for it to get a little hotter first.”

“. . . Jerk.”

Naruto struggled to get out from under the torturous cold, but the Inuzuka held him in place, probably grinning like the asshole he was all the while; and finally after what seemed like—well, what seemed like a minute or two, the warmth came.

“Ahh, there’s the hot water,” Naruto said, feeling his muscles relax around Kiba’s cock. “Now get in, butt-sniffler.”

“Sure thing, cock-snuggler.”

Naruto grinned and felt Kiba shift as a hand reached in to test the water, then the Inuzuka pivoted him to the right, silently instructing him to prop himself up on that aforementioned bench; so Naruto raised his leg, planting it on the tiles, then leaned forward to grip that metal bar in front of him. Once he was settled into his usual position, he clenched his butt around Kiba’s cock, released, and started stretching himself out, loosening up his inner walls a tad for the fuck to come. With a lurch to the left, a lurch to the right, everything was locked and loaded now. Time for some fun.

Kiba always did the same bit when they had shower sex, and today would be no different. Naruto felt that thick cock scooting around inside him, tickling his prostate a few times as the Inuzuka began to lather up a large sponge, getting it all nice and mushy-creamy with fragranced soap; and once that was done, next came the ginger caresses, the squishy massages from that foamy sponge as Kiba’s hands worked up and down Naruto’s body, spiraling his pectorals and nipples, sliding up and down the ridges of his abs, one hand sponging him, the other one simply smoothing him out like soft, soft dough. The Inuzuka would never pull out of Naruto while doing all this, so he couldn’t quite hit Naruto everywhere—but that didn’t matter in the slightest. This wasn’t about getting clean. It was about getting dirty.

Naruto smirked and started scrubbing his butt around, shoving back against Kiba’s pelvis, sliding along that shaft and feeling all that coarse hair start to scratch up against the top of his crack, the base of his back, moving on up his spine as Kiba leaned forward and began to carefully drive into him, slowly rocking his hips, working Naruto into a frenzy already. That cocky bastard could fuck you hard and wild, leaving your ass sore and owned afterwards—or he could caress you, soft and tender like so. Either one drove Naruto crazy.

It drove him so crazy, in fact, that he already felt his climax swelling again, his zeal bulging painfully in his loins as Kiba nuzzled into his neck, biting his shoulders and earlobes, nibbling and kissing them mischievously while steadily rocking those hips into his ass. Each thrust, it felt like some kind of swirled up bundle of pain and pleasure building in Naruto, and Kiba, he was such a stud; his careful grip always managed to make Naruto climax. Hard. He’d work his hand up and down the shaft, squeezing it with just enough pressure like he was doing right now, then he’d stretch that cock back as he slid his hand down to gently fondle those balls, clasping them in his hands and traveling back up the shaft again to thumb the fleshy crown, circling it around and around; rinse and repeat. Naruto couldn’t quite pull off the same technique. Ever. And truth be told, Kiba had better skill on Naruto than Naruto had on himself.

“Fuh—fuck, Kiba!” Naruto howled as the Inuzuka eased into him again and again, not pounding him, not slamming inside like a beast—just nuzzling into him, nudging that prostate lovingly with his cock.

“Go ahead and cum, Naruto,” the Inuzuka whispered into his ear. “Do it.”

“Uhn. . . .”

“Come on, Naruto. Let it all out. You know you want to.”

“Guh. . . .”

“Just let go.”

Those calm words; those calm commands. Naruto’s eyes went wide as his climax suddenly exploded forth from his loins, the Inuzuka casually continuing to penetrate his depths, dropping a few kisses up and down the knobs of his spine, stroking his hot cock to help him out along the way, to drain out all that vigor, and Naruto panted, clenching the metal bar in front of him for support, grinding his ass back down against Kiba, settling himself into the Inuzuka’s pelvis and practically collapsing upon the bench.

“Fucking love you,” Kiba said. “Really.”

And amidst the shower and orgasm currently drowning out all sounds and thoughts, Naruto almost didn’t hear that—but it was one of the rarest moments in their relationship: when one of them actually said the Word. You know. The Word. It was so rare he could actually count the number of times they’d said it to each other without getting lost. He never was much good with arithmemath.

Then, just as his climax was happily drawing to a close, he felt Kiba’s own climax surge straight into his rectum all of a sudden. He felt hot, violent waves spilling into him, that cock digging into his asshole as he shuddered in the Inuzuka’s grip. A little firmer now.

“Ahh, right there, Naruto; keep working your ass right on that spot,” Kiba said. “I love your textures.”

Naruto felt confused as he slid back, avidly accepting the Inuzuka’s cock as much as he could all the same—but had Kiba only been referring to his ass a second ago? It honestly didn’t bother him much if he had—but it was kind of disappointing at the same time. Naruto liked him back, but almost never said it. It was just—weird. They both knew they liked each other; they merely chose to express it through fighting, farting, and fucking. He mentally snickered, regaining some sanity as they slumped down to the floor together, settling his upper body across that ceramic bench, the Inuzuka nestling into his back.

“Mmmmmm,” Kiba said, rubbing his cheek against Naruto. “Really do love you sometimes.”

And holy guacamole, that totally sealed the deal for Naruto. He slipped off Kiba’s cock, spun around, and tackled him to the ceramic tiles below, humping into him, growling in his throat, dappling the guy in kisses all over the place.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa,” Kiba said, grinning. “Uh—down, boy? Heh.”

But Naruto had nothing to say in response. Instead, he immediately began to sex Kiba up all over again. Besides, they still had an hour or so to go before it was time to head off to work today. There was plenty of time for another two or three great fucks. Then, when they were finished, they’d part their separate ways, meet up with their teammates, and head off for another mission. This time, Kiba’d be traveling to Sand Land, and Naruto’d be heading for the Waterfall Village. Who knew what sorts of baddies (or goodies) they’d find there? Didn’t matter to them much, though, because in the end, they’d make it back alive. That much was for certain. Yeah, they’d make it back alive, like they always did, and live to have sex another day—to love each other just one more morning like this.

After all, it was all routine by now.