Sometimes, before his hand stops moving and he sees white, Kiba idly wonders if there is a truth to the saying masturbation will make you go blind. Laying there panting on his bed; sticky and sweaty, the world fades back to normal colors. He strokes himself once or twice more and the sensation is just this side of painful. He knows just how far he can push it before his muscles spasm in too hard, too sweet, too good aftershocks, and milks himself once more before his hand falls to his side limply. His chest heaves and he takes deep shuddering breathes, idly tracing the slick wetness on his stomach. He fingers the oddly egg white-like viscous feel of his come and dips into the small reservoir in his bellybutton. His hands sweep up his chest in calming soft motions. Kiba grins then, a slow goofy smile of a teenage boy in the afterglow. He chuckles (he tells himself it's a chuckle and not the silly giggling it really is) and stands, walking into the bathroom, his limp cock thwacking wetly against his thigh. He loves looking at himself just after he's come, the way his cheeks flush and his eyes seem bright. This is the ritual: come home, eat dinner, go to bed, wank, go to the bathroom, stare at himself and his sharp wolfish grin, then wet the green washcloth and clean himself up. He knows just how warm to get the water so that it doesn't scald him and it's not cold enough to be a shock to his overheated skin.
Kiba grins, winks at himself in the mirror before turning on a heel and heading back to bed. He sniffs lightly, smelling himself in the pungent air. Practice makes perfect after all.
Sometimes, Kiba watches himself in the mirror while he does it. Standing flat footed, one hand braced on the side for leverage. He stares, watching his right hand move on his hard flesh, imagining that he's watching someone else. It gets him hotter and he tightens his fist around the shaft; two slow strokes down then a quick sharp repetition of three jerking upward, heavy. Then slowly swirling his thumb into the softer flesh of the head to collect the precome as lubrication for the next round. He likes to watch himself and imagine that this is what he would look like if he actually did have sex. He gets frustrated with himself; he can never keep his focus when he comes so he can't see if he makes a sexy coming face. He likes the way his cock looks though, and often gets hard just so he can look at it, erect, quivering in the air. He practices different way of voicing his pleasure, trying to make sure it's this low sexy growl as opposed to panting whines. He hates the way he sounds when he whines his completion, girly. He works hard on focusing to make himself groan low in his throat on making it raspy and shivery.
Sometimes, he imagines it's someone else's hand and changes his movements to match. Hinata and her shy trembling hands are barely there breaths of his fingers against his nipples, slowly tentatively sliding down his abs to circle nervously around his hard aching shaft. He can never pretend to be her very long. It gets boring because as much as he wants to believe it, he knows she's not a screamer. Ino though? She's got potential. He has enough collected memories of her bending over in that short, short skirt of hers, flashes of pink panties and creamy thighs, to last him, until, well, at least the next week.
Once, on impulse, he had Akamaru transform into him so he could watch himself while he jerked off, but was too weirded out when his other self started sniffing his thighs and nosing his ass and made him change back, his erection wilted. Later, he took it as a sign of his good looks that he'd fuck himself, but could never work up the nerve to actually do it.
Sometimes, he likes to romance his body, play with his nipples and tease. He likes the feel of his fingertips in his mouth as he fondles his balls. He likes the way they move wetly across his jaw, a simple act of imagination turning them into a searching tongue. He caresses his own neck, trailing fingers lightly over his hard nipples, shivering at the raised goosebumps and the tingles that flutter just under his skin. He likes the way his stomach feels, taut and hard, the muscles firmly defined. He worked hard to get the six-pack and likes tracing it's dips and valleys before following the curve of his hip down the inside of his thigh. He won't touch himself for awhile when he's in these moods, teasing himself with the heat of his palm so close to the shaft that he can feel his muscles clench and sway, his erection seeking the heat. But he moves his hand away just in time, before licking a hot wet path across his palm and wrapping it around his cock. He can believe for just a moment that this is what it would feel like to get a blow job. Hot tight wet. His brain flashing him with those images of when he stumbled across Shikamaru sleeping in a field, his lips parted. Kiba had gotten hard watching him breathe. His mouth slack and inviting, and he had barely controlled the urge to straddle the sleeping boy?s face and shove his dick in.
Some days Kiba was adventurous with his self exploration, tasting his seed because, well, you never knew. He might just dig guys. Shikamaru looked kind of like a girl in some lights. He shudders whenever he imagines Shikamaru on his knees in front of him and ends up coming quickly- violently, not having to worry about being gentle like he thinks he would be with a girl like Hinata or Sakura. Ino is feisty, but even in his fantasies she's bossy and that turns Kiba off. One day he discovered that if he put a finger in his ass that he would come so hard the room spun. He saves that for when he has the house to himself, because his father had pounded on the door minutes after he came and told him to keep it down.
Most days he finds himself with fantasies running full tilt through his head and has to shove his hand into his pants to readjust, grinning impishly at Hinata whenever she notices and blushes. He finds himself looking at Shino and wondering what he looks like when he plays with himself. If he's just as stoic when he comes or if he trembles, panting, blushing, and moaning. The blushes that come from that particular train of though leave him sweating and asking to go to the bathroom so he can relieve the tension curling hotly in his groin.
So later, when he's invited to Naruto's for the night to study some scrolls with the blond and Shikamaru, he agrees readily. He and Shikamaru crowd into the small living room and Kiba grinned broadly as he pulled the large pilfered bottle of sake from his overnight bag. Shikamaru just smirks as Naruto stares, impressed by the find.
Naruto bounded into the other room later, crashing into walls like a drunken pigeon. He'd then charged back into the living room yelling in triumph, brandishing a video above his head and swaying dangerously. Kiba had been impressed that the boy had some yuri porn and an ability to program his vcr and had settled into the couch eagerly to watch.
They had tossed back over half the bottle of sake and he was feeling off center, dizzy and flushed. He could feel himself grinning around the room at nothing in particular. Shikamaru curled into the corner of the couch looking unimpressed and Kiba smacks him. His hand missing by a wide berth and he tumbles off the couch. Well... Kiba rubbed his head in confusion, looking at the floor as if it had just jumped up and bit him.
Naruto howled with laughter and promptly fell out of his chair. He blinked owlishly at Kiba before they both collapsed into giggles. Kiba could feel someone kicking him and rolled to glare half heartedly up at a Shikamaru who just wouldn't stay still. Kiba told him to stop moving and Shikamaru scowled muttering to himself about drunken two year olds. Naruto at this point had sobered enough to remember the porn and was chanting to the room some oddly off-key song about a man from Nantucket. Naruto thwacked his shin on the end table as he passed and nearly fell again and whirled unsteadily to glare evilly at the offending piece of furniture. He settled on calling it Sasuke and laughing at something that Kiba wasn't quite sure he understood but laughed along with the quirky blond anyway.
Kiba had decided at this point that the floor wasn't as comfortable as it had been and was struggling to sit up when a hand was shoved in his face. He licked it. Shikamaru yelped girlishly and Kiba dissolved into giggles again, pointing at the blushing dark haired boy. He was interrupted by sudden feminine moaning that caused a slick heat to curl in his groin and he stopped abruptly to whip his head around. Ooo, bad idea, he thought as the room continued to spin before settling on the glowing TV in front of him. Oh, he liked that. There were two women on screen. They were naked.
Kiba loudly proclaimed that he loved nudity. Shikamaru just grunted and Naruto was grinning foxily at him. Naruto then pointed out in the slow logic of a boy who's had too much to drink that Kiba was still wearing clothes. This was true; Kiba pondered blearily and started to remove his shirt. Damn, this was harder when drinking and he kept getting lost somewhere with his shirt around his head and his arms over his head. He blinked at the fabric and the moaning on the TV got more heated. He suddenly started thrashing against the confining damnable fabric and managed to somehow get out of it. He tossed it on the floor and grinned triumphantly.
Shikamaru was chuckling and Naruto was laughing so hard he was rolling on the floor. Kiba decided that Naruto was wearing too much clothing as well and tackled the laughing boy, pulling at his shirt. Really, the shirt had to go anyway, blue and orange? Naruto shrieked and struggled against him half heartedly.
Panting and flushed the two bare-chested boys stared at each other before Shikamaru's low drawl informed them they were drunk. Kiba quirked an eyebrow at Naruto and Naruto nodded. They both turned at the same time to stare evilly at the dark haired chuunin and Shikamaru's eyes widened in fear. Three minutes, one broken coffee cup, and two bruised shins later, Kiba was sitting on top of a half naked Shikamaru as Naruto stumbled out of the room to hide Shikamaru's shirt in the freezer.
Shikamaru was pouting and blushing under Kiba and Kiba squirmed slightly, feeling the tightness of his pants clearly. The moans were still in the background and he jumped off of the slender dark haired boy under him to slump against the couch. The cushions were well worn and squishy and Kiba sighed happily as Shikamaru grumbled and flopped next to him.
Kiba was only half aware of Naruto returning and sitting down in the chair next to the couch, the blond snuggled deep into the cushions, his blue eyes drooping sleepily. He was aware that it had gotten darker, Naruto having turned off the light when he stumbled back into the room, declaring that porn was being watched, so it should be dark. Kiba had nodded, and nodded, enjoying the odd sensation of how heavy his head felt. He would have kept nodding if not for a sharp poke in the ribs which snapped him back to the moment.
One woman on screen was licking the pert rosy nipple of a gasping blonde and pushing two fingers in and out of... wow. Kiba was hard. Very, very hard suddenly and his hand moved to his fly instinctively. He remembered that there were other people in the room when a small gasp tore his eyes away from the screen to see Shikamaru staring at his crotch. He looked down, surprised to see that he was fisting himself.
Kiba hears himself ask Shikamaru if he wants to jerk off with him. He's surprised at his own audacity and grins happily to himself. It is a good idea anyway. The best, really. He turns his head to tell Naruto this great revelation and sees the blond drooling in sleep, snoring slightly. He chuckles, still stroking himself lightly and turns to tell Shikamaru what a nerd Naruto is-
Shikamaru is stroking himself lightly, his tanned fingers dancing along his shaft. Kiba stares, fascinated by the way Shikamaru moves his hands... he wants to reach over and show him how he does it and then just does, cause well, sake makes it seem like a really good idea. Naruto is passed out in the corner drooling and Kiba has his hand on Shikamaru?s cock. Oh god, he's touching another guy's cock, and it feels different, but the same.
Shikamaru is staring at him, blushing and he can't help himself. He's just feeling it, sliding the length along his palm, staring at it moving in his fingers. Shikamaru gasps and OH! It?s hot to hear something other than his own low growls for once and he tightens his hand. He moves it the way he moves on himself at home, showing Shikamaru what he knows would feel good on himself. Shikamaru moans and arches under his fingers and Kiba thinks it's the sexiest thing he's ever seen. His own cock is straining and aching, harder than he's ever been before. The dark haired boy under his hands bites his lips, thrusting into his palm. He's biting his lip and bucking and his dark eyes fly open as he comes. Shikamaru comes, comes on his fingers and it's hot and not his and Kiba wants to taste it, see if they taste the same.
Shikamaru's dark glittering eyes are fixed on his mouth as he licks questioningly at his fingers, a soft moan littering the air between them. Then suddenly Shikamaru is kissing him, and he has someone else's tongue in his mouth and it's good. Oh god, is it good and there are hands on his cock, he can't feel himself in his hand but there is a hand on his cock and it feels... shocking honey hot good and Kiba kisses Shikamaru harder. Fisting his come slicked hand in Shikamaru's dark hair and Shikamaru's mouth moves down, licking his neck and it feels so much better than he's always thought it would, better than his own wet fingertips. Tongue on his neck, licking his shoulder and Kiba shudders as the fingers around his cock move, they move differently, slower, more teasing.
Kiba saying please, like it's the only word he knows and Shikamaru's tongue is just moving lower. The sex on screen taking backseat to this, cause god. This is a million times better. It?s like drowning in sugar and Kiba's body is on fire. Kiba blinks and then there is something slightly rough and wet touching the head of his cock and he looks down startled to find Shikamaru between his thighs, tasting his erection. Kiba groans and bucks his hips forward wanting more, wanting something he can't quite figure out and doesn't want to stop to think, and then he's there.
Shikamaru's mouth working on him, his tongue sliding along his shaft. Kiba almost blacks out from the pleasure of it, the sake making him dizzier than he's ever been, even when he's come three times in a row at home in his sheets he's never felt anything this fucking good. Shikamaru is moaning around him and there are vibrations, (why had he never felt this before?) and Kiba thrusts again, seeking something deeper hotter more. Kiba arches and then it?s there, pulsing through him, hips cracking and muscles tense shaking his release, biting his lip against the screaming pleasure of his cock being milked and suckled by that hot, hot mouth.
He collapses against the back of the couch, panting and staring dazedly at Shikamaru who is licking his lips, catching a bit of pearly white that was dribbling from the corners of his mouth. And Kiba moans, it's hot -that tongue- that mouth that was just on him. Then Shikamaru smirks at him and Kiba just grins dazedly back before grabbing the boy and kissing him again. Kissing him until he can't move anymore and the heaviness of sleep is weighing him down. Their kisses growing sloppy, half hearted and Shikamaru settles against him, head on his chest and Kiba sleeps, still grinning.
The next day Kiba is rudely awakened by a grumpy Naruto and a bucket of water, but he grins through the cold at his morning wood. He'd have to ask Shikamaru to help him with that.
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