Disclaimer: Oh yea, like Kishimoto would let this happen. *snort*

Warnings: Humor, Ubertwink!Naruto, SlightlyStraight!Kiba

AN:suukou_67 just celebrated a birthday and that evil princess wanted a Kiba Naruto fic. *eyes fic* So yea. This is what you get when you have me sit down and try to wrestle Naruto into a fic.



Kiba wasn't exactly sure why the side of the door was so still in comparison to the rest of the world. He was only really sure of two things: he was drunk and Naruto was bad. He eyed the cracks in the green paint of the door and sniffed lightly, sneezing mightily into the empty hallway and clutching more desperately to the cornice than he had before. He took the time to look perfectly put out before slapping a palm sloppily against the wood. He nodded once. This was good. He was mad. Naruto was bad. He coughed and stared down at his feet in an attempt to make them brace more firmly, but the way the floor was wobbling seemed to make a simple act like standing almost impossible. "Damn floors..." Kiba muttered darkly, wanting to kick at the offending piece of architecture, but settled on cursing it quietly and profoundly under his breath.

He had moved somewhere into the frank retelling of the floors parentage when the door opened and a sleepy eyed Naruto peered out into the semi darkness. It was only mid afternoon after all, but the building was poorly lit. Kiba snarled vaguely in the direction of his feet before pulling himself up to full height, which was thankfully still taller than the blond standing in front of him. He narrowed his eyes and ordered Naruto to sit still.

Naruto blinked in confusion and cocked his head at Kiba. "Ummm, Kiba?" He started, turning to look over his shoulder and then down the hall.

Kiba frowned darkly. "Sit." He said firmly, letting go of the doorframe long enough to make the necessary hand motion for the command that only the less bright dogs they bred required.

Naruto just looked confused, eyebrows knitting together as he stared into the hallway where Kiba wobbled. Kiba had to admit that the boy had grown slightly over the last years, but he wasn't sure if he thought the other boy was more attractive than he was. Kiba leaned forward, off kilter and unfocused from the afternoon at the bar with his sister and peered at Naruto.

Naruto backed up. Kiba huffed and shouldered forward. The other boy didn't have the decency to just sit still and be looked at. He felt the floor shifting in a traitorous pirouette and grabbed for the door frame again. It was a sneaky little bastard that refused to stay where he'd put it and it took a couple of frantic graspings before he was able to firmly hang on. Not that he was hanging onto it, he was perfectly capable of standing. "I'm perfectly capable of standing." He reminded it aloud.

"I'm sure you are." Naruto replied curiously, pulling Kiba's attention back to him.

"You're bad." Kiba said tersely, nodding sagely at the statement and poking loosely at Naruto's chest with a finger.

Naruto blinked.

"Is there something wrong with your eyes?" Kiba asked, unsure if the blond needed medical attention and his train of thought diverged momentarily into possible medications for the obvious tick.

Kiba watched the other boy blink again and settle into a surly stance, arms folded over his chest and glowering up at him. Kiba paused thoughtfully to admit to himself that Naruto did have his moments. He watched the wide blue eyes narrow and the firm line of his mouth but it was the lack of stubble on his jaw that made him grin widely. He was slender, didn't have the hard muscled look of Asuma or even the wiry strength behind Kiba's own power. "You look like a reed." He finally decided upon.

Naruto gaped for a moment before pulling himself up to his full height. "I do not!" He snapped and Kiba's grin grew, slinking over his face easily.

"Do too!"

"Do NOT!"

"Do too."

Naruto reached out and fisted a hand in the front of Kiba's shirt, pulling him quickly in the door. Kiba was quite positive the floor had been at one point solid and not something made entirely of quicksand and foundered into the room, stumbling heavily onto Naruto for support. He reevaluated his stance of Naruto's reed like qualities when the slender boy managed to hold him upright. "Okay, so a very LARGE reed." He corrected, flopping in the general direction of the floor. Which was down. And therefore easy to find.

Naruto was grumbling something down at him and Kiba lolled further into the floor, wriggling on his back to tilt his head in a way that brought more of the other boy into focus than the bottom of his pants. "You have ugly pants." Kiba stated off handedly, crowing silently in his head that there was still something he had over the blond.

Naruto gaped down at his pants and kicked him. "I do not!" He snapped, tugging the waist higher around his hips before pausing to prod Kiba with bare toes. Kiba didn't notice the half grin that was wavering on Naruto's face as he rolled onto his side and attempted to catch the offending foot to bite its toes off.

"Fuckin toes." He muttered as Naruto took a step back, safely out of range of snapping teeth and grasping claws. He flopped onto his back, giggling after realizing that instead of removing the horrendous toes from Naruto's feet he had succeeded in making the other boy hop about in a strange little pinched dance routine.

Naruto paused mid flail to stare at Kiba. Kiba tried to look innocent; a face that Shino had informed him on many occasions just did not work. Kiba had always thought it was just because Shino knew him too well, but with the way Naruto was looking at him he was starting to think maybe the other boy was right. "Fucking Shino..." He continued, slurring his rant into the air of Naruto's apartment grumpily.

"Umm Kiba?" Naruto asked cautiously, hopping cautiously around Kiba's sprawling legs to flop into a comfy looking chair. Kiba wondered why he hadn't thought of that first and wiggled on the hard floor a bit more. "Did you and Shino fight?"
Kiba blinked owlishly at Naruto at the preposterousness of the statement. "Me and Shino?" He answered the question after a moment by bursting into raucous laughter and pulling his knees tight to his chest and flopping onto his other side. He paused to take a breath, darting a quick look to where Naruto was looking rather put out and couldn't stop the second eruption of giggles. Kiba would have taken the time to correct the notion that he was giggling, for he definitely did NOT giggle. He guffawed, he chuckled, Sakura giggled.

Naruto frowned and nudged Kiba again with a toe, pulling it back quickly at a loud snap of teeth. "Are you drunk." And somehow the blond made it sound less like a question and more like a condemnation.

"No. Yes. Maybe." Kiba replied succinctly.

"It's not multiple choice." Naruto commented slowly.

Kiba rubbed at his forehead, pushing back the dizzying swirl behind his eyes so he could focus on the question. "I could be." He stated seriously. "Do I still have my pants?" He asked, genuinely concerned for a moment.

"You do." Naruto answered, amusement tingeing his voice brighter and brassy.

"Then I'm definitely not drunk enough." Kiba replied. "Can't be drunk until you can't find your pants."

"Can you actually find your pants?" Naruto asked and suddenly Kiba had the horrifying notion that maybe he had left his pants at the bar.

"Fuck." He muttered quickly, hands suddenly not so unfocused as he reached for his crotch quickly, patting at the heavy fabric with a loud sigh of relief. "I didn't forget them." He sighed happily, keeping one hand plucking at the seam near the thigh just to make sure they didn't run off.

"You forget your pants?" Naruto was slowly sliding onto his side, tilting his head to keep Kiba's eyes focused, and while he appreciated the gesture, Kiba was quite sure there had been a reason for coming over.

"Umm, do you remember why I'm here?" He asked. Seemed like a good option.

Naruto shook his head, smirk sliding over his face and crinkling the small black tattoos happily.

"Fuck." Kiba banged his head against the floor on the off hand notion that it would jar the reason loose. After all, ideas were quite like mayo jars. He blinked. "Mmm mayo."

"You need mayo?" Naruto asked, genuinely confused now.

"No, I need my fuckin girlfriend back." Kiba snapped, and his eyes lit up. "That's the reason!" He crowed happily, pushing onto his palms to smile sweetly at Naruto. Wait. "Wait." Naruto bad. "Naruto bad."

"I'm bad?" Naruto was scratching his head and looking utterly lost.

"Yes. Definitely." Kiba nodded.

Naruto leaned forward slightly, eyes narrowed and mouth a flat line. "Then why are you here?" He whispered conspiratorially.

The question brought Kiba up short. "Why'm I here?" He echoed.

"Yes, that was the question."

"Shut up, wasn't talking to you."

"Kiba."

"I said-"

"I know shut up." Naruto sighed heavily and leaned back into the chair, pulling his legs up and folding into the cushions. Kiba nodded and went back to trying to figure out exactly why he was there.

Kiba sat for a moment, blankly staring at Naruto before realizing he wasn't focusing. At all. And according to Shino a blank mind was wasted... unless it was on purpose. And Kiba knew that this definitely wasn't on purpose. He conjured a small crude mental image of his quieter teammate and another of himself and watched him kick at the bug boy happily for another few moments before realizing he was far off track. He smacked Shino one last time for good measure and refocused. "What was I saying?" He asked Naruto calmly.

Naruto just frowned at him and pressed his lips together in a tight line.

Kiba wrinkled his nose and asked again, only to have a huff accompany the same tight line of lips.

"Fine! I'll figure this out without you!" He snapped, flopping back onto the floor. It was a couple of long breaths before he realized Naruto was shutting up just like he'd asked. He sighed and rolled his head to the other boy, who was glaring blue daggers at him. He flinched under his skin and chuckled slightly. Naruto wasn't such a bad kid. Wait. Naruto bad. "Naruto bad." He murmured.

"You keep saying that!" Naruto flailed, thwapping his hand against the fabric covering the chair arm for emphasis.

"It's true." Kiba replied succinctly, nodding for effect.

"It is not!" Naruto hissed, jittering in the chair in his agitation.

"Is so! If you weren't bad then Hinata would still be with me!" Kiba roared suddenly, then paused blinking. He grinned sheepishly and scratched at the back of his head. "Oh yea. That's why I'm here."

Naruto blinked at him.

"You really should have that tick checked out you know." Kiba said helpfully.

Naruto's forehead connected quite solidly with his palm and Kiba winced in sympathy. "I... do... not... have... a... TICK!"

Kiba blinked at him before bursting into laughter. He reached out a negligent hand and tugged on the blondeís pant leg. "Doitagain."

Kiba had never actually seen someone turn red and splutter quite the way Naruto was now. The other boy actually looked like he wanted to throttle him. He could see the way Naruto's jaw muscle jumped as he clenched his teeth. He looked quite comical really. Kiba had no idea what Hinata saw in the other boy. "I have no idea what Hinata sees in you." He said frankly, deciding that maybe Naruto could illuminate.

Naruto froze and gaped at him. Kiba did the gentlemanly thing and sat up, reached out, and clicked his mouth closed with a loose finger. Naruto shook his head quickly and settled into a low slung hunker to continue to peer at Kiba in shock. "Hinata? What's she got to do with... ohwait."

"Right." Kiba felt like patting the blond on the head the way he would when training a particularly unbright puppy.

"Oh."

"Right."

"You and she-"

Kiba nodded.

"And she likes..." The nebulous hand that waved in the general direction of Naruto's chest was enough of a finish to the thought and Kiba nodded again.

"Well, damn." Naruto finished, foundering for something other than a stupefied expression.

"Damn is right." Kiba concurred. "And you really shouldn't look so confused all the time. People will think you're stupid."

Naruto paused mid flounder to shoot Kiba a dark glare.

"Much better." Kiba said with a grin. "Very intimidating." He nodded. "Good job."

Naruto sighed heavily. "Kiba, you do realize you are the most annoying person to talk to. Ever."

Kiba pouted for a moment before shrugging. "Shino says that all the time."

"He's right." Naruto huffed.

"He usually is." Kiba confirmed, deciding that the couch just across the floor looked much more comfortable than where he was laying. He started inching across the hardwood by pushing with his feet, twisting around the coffee table and heaved himself onto the cushions with a happy sigh. "I wanted to see what she was talking about." Kiba shrugged as he pulled his shirt back down over his stomach from where it had bunched and twisted around his torso.

Naruto licked his lips and made a studious effort of looking like he was absorbing the information. Kiba appreciated that. "She likes you." Kiba flopped a hand in Naruto's direction. "I mean, I'm obviously sexier than you, so it can't be that." He scratched his chin at a sudden and very disturbing thought. "I am sexier... right?"

"How the hell would I know?" Naruto groused, rubbing tiredly at his eyes.

Kiba paused thoughtfully. "Well, I'd fuck me, but I'd never fuck you." He shrugged and rubbed at his belly, it made perfect sense. Kiba was quite aware of what he could bring to the tableÖ or the floor, the bed, the wall, a back alley, a side trail in the forest, the local park bench, amongst other things. He huffed quietly as his mind took a long and winding curtail through the variant possibilities and licked his lips quickly. He turned and looked at Naruto. He squinted and tilted his chin back, watching the smooth plane of the boyís cheek, the bony sort of slant of his collarbones where they peeked from under his t-shirt, the tan of his ankles and calves where they sprawled inelegantly from under his pant leg. He tried to imagine the blond fucking, and promptly winced from the thought.

ìHey! Iíd fuck me!î Naruto griped. ìIím sure other people wouldnít mind either.î

ìDoubt it.î Kiba said, trying to be diplomatic.

Naruto glowered at him. ìTell me why Iím being nice to you again?î

ìYouíre being nice?î Kiba asked, taken aback for a moment.

ìI let you in my apartment. I didnít just leave you to pass out in a puddle of your own puke-ì

ìI never puke.î Kiba pointed out mildly.

ì-where people would have walked all over you and maybe taken you out with the trash or called the police to toss you in a cell overnight to sober up.î Naruto continued right over Kibaís comment, steamrolling through his whimsical tirade without skipping a beat. He panted slightly as he came to the end and Kiba just widened his eyes in a silent question. ìYes, Iím finished.î Naruto snapped.

ìOkay, first off, I never puke.î Kiba reiterated, just for the record. ìSecond,î He lifted a hand to start ticking off the counterpoints he wanted to make, but was quickly sidetracked. ìWait. Youíd fuck yourself?î

Kiba watched Naruto flush a deep shade of red.

ìOh. My. God.î Kiba whispered, rolling onto his side to stare openly at the other boy.

îShut up, you said you would fuck yourselfÖî Naruto stammered.

ìYou had sex with one of your clones!î Kiba whispered, well, more like crowed gleefully, rolling into a sitting position to eye the blond with a newfound respect.

Naruto blushed harder and lifted bright blue eyes to meet his coolly. He shrugged slightly. ìEro sennin said itís perfectly normal to experiment.î

ìHoly shit! You talked to your teacher about this stuff?î Kiba asked incredulously, unsure whether he respected Narutoís balls or was just flat out embarrassed for the other boy.

Naruto slunk deep into his seat, glowering darkly and snarled, ìYea, itís not like I can just ask my Dad.î

Kiba scoffed. ìNeither can I. Whatís your point?î

Naruto blinked at him, and Kiba could see the momentary shock before he sat up again. ìWho else was I supposed to ask? Sasuke?î Naruto snorted. ìRight.î

Kiba snorted. ìYou could have just gotten some porn like every other normal guy your age.î

ìPorn is for perverts.î Naruto said blandly, like reciting from memory.

ìAnd training is for winnersÖî Kiba replied sarcastically. ìMan, no wonder youíre such a spaz.î

ìIím not a spaz!î Naruto blurted.

Kiba just eyed him levelly. ìRight.î

ìIím NOT!î Naruto insisted.

Kiba arched both eyebrows and leaned back into the couch. ìAre you hearing yourself?î

Naruto started to protest again, but clamped his mouth firmly shut. Four years had taught the boy some self control, Kiba acknowledged quietly.

ìIíd still fuck myself.î Naruto muttered.

ìWell, I guess that brings your grand total to two: you and my ex.î Kiba sniped, rolling his eyes and flopping back onto his side. He groaned slightly, realizing in retrospect that all this moving around was a decidedly bad idea as the room lurched sickeningly.

Naruto quieted thoughtfully at the comment and eased off his chair to slink to the couch, leaning against it and poking Kiba in the thigh. Kiba grunted and cracked an eye when it seemed relatively safe to look past the calming black of his eyelids.

ìYou think she wants to fuck me?î The blond asked softly, eyes wide and curious.

Kiba sighed and thwapped Naruto. ìNo, I think she wants you to fuck her.î

ìOh. Right. Fuck her.î Naruto seconded, rubbing at his temple absently. ìWow.î

Kiba had the distinct urge to punch the boy, but as that would require getting up and being sober he settled for glaring at him from under dark lashes. ìDonít get too excited, I doubt youíll be able to keep up with me.î

ìKeep up withÖî Naruto trailed off, rolling the sentence around in his head before sitting up quickly and looking vaguely terrified. ìOh shit!î

Kiba grinned predatorily. ìWhat? Scared?î

Naruto turned his head sharply and pursed his mouth in a sarcastic twitch. ìNot really. Just who knows where youíve been.î

Kiba took enough offense to the comment to actually force an entire glare at the blond. ìIíll have you know sheís it.î

Naruto paused, blinking for a moment before settling his gaze back on Kiba. ìAre you serious?î He cocked his head and opened his mouth as if he wanted to say more.

ìYea.î Kiba huffed, settling deeper into the plush cushions grumpily.

ìI thought for sureÖî

ìI like to keep it that way, thank you.î Kiba growled roughly.

ìYou and Shino?í

ìWhat?î Kiba blurted sobering suddenly at the comment.

Naruto had the decency to blush. ìWellÖ I figuredÖ ummm, you knowÖî

Kiba found himself spluttering idiotically and immediately forced himself to take a deep breath. He sat up, holding Narutoís gaze solidly. ìHeís my best friend.î

Naruto shrugged and suddenly found a snag in the fabric of the couch incredibly fascinating. Kiba resisted the dogged urge to look as well. ìBut itís not that heís a guy.î Naruto said quietly.

Kiba opened his mouth to argue but had to pause for a moment. He sank back against the couch, rolling his shoulders into the warm spot heíd left behind and thought. ìMan, thatís like me asking you if you want to fuck Sasuke.î He pointed out. Very shrewdly he added silently.

Naruto shrugged, a blush crawling over his cheeks tellingly.

Kiba groaned loudly and covered his eyes. ìYou fucked Sasuke.î

ìWell, technicallyÖî Naruto began.

ìStop. Right there. Please. Oh God.î Kiba muttered, throwing a hand over Narutoís mouth to silence him before he could go any further.

ìIt seemed like a good idea at the time.î Naruto finished lamely, voice muffled into the calloused skin of Kibaís palm.

ìIím sure it did.î Kiba replied blandly after a long moment of absorption.

ìWell, I was sort of a girl at the time.î Naruto attempted, explanations obviously not one of his stronger suits.

Kiba licked his lips and sorted through the various possible answers to that statement and discarded almost all. ìToo easy.î He huffed aloud.

ìIt was not!î Naruto blurted.

Kiba just eyed the blond warily for a long moment. ìNaruto.î

ìYes, Kiba?î

ìDo you even like girls?î

Naruto looked down at his hands thoughtfully, picking at his cuticles nervously. He opened his mouth and closed it quickly. He cocked his head, studious expression crawling over his face and furrowing his brow. He opened his mouth again.

ìItís not a trick question, Naruto.î Kiba supplied helpfully.

ìI guess?î Naruto stated, turning it into a question.

Kiba could feel something disturbingly like the hive mind migraines Shino complained of sometimes setting in. He rubbed patiently at the bridge of his nose as he thought. ìOkay, easier question this time.î

Naruto perked up and turned, leaning onto the exposed couch cushions near Kibaís thigh. Kiba moved his leg slightly more to the back of the couch, disconcerted by the close heat of Narutoís face to his crotch.

ìAre you attracted to Hinata?î

Naruto chewed at his thumbnail for a moment before shrugging. ìSheís pretty.î He offered. ìAnd sheís really nice. Awfully quiet though.î

ìRight.î Kiba sighed.

Naruto opened his mouth to continue, but stopped at the weary sigh Kiba had blustered to the ceiling. "Oh don't do that." Naruto snapped irritably. "It's not like all of us had great male role models. I was alone all my life then was surrounded by two skirt chasing perverts who were both in love with men. It's enough to fuck with anyone's head." Naruto grumbled and settled back into the cushions, chin pushing into the skin of his forearm. The blond was obviously reaching something nearing cranky and Kiba closed his eyes.

"Tits." He started.

"What?"

"Tits," Kiba restated, opening his eyes to glare at the boy hunkered by his side and now curiously poking at the seam of his pants. "Girls have tits." He said it slowly, enunciating clearly.

Naruto smirked into the skin of his forearm. "I can have tits. No big deal there."

Kiba rubbed at the bridge of his nose again, determined to do something productive with this conversation. "But those are YOUR tits. The point is not having to make tits for yourself, but to get a girl to let you play with hers."

Naruto looked utterly confused.

"You really are an idiot, aren't you?" Kiba asked wonderingly.

"AM NOT!" Naruto shouted, pulling himself onto his knees to slap at Kiba's stomach. Luckily for the blond, Kiba was just drunk enough to just bat lazily at the blow and wave a negligent hand at the interruption.

"Naruto. Look. My ex, who I adored." Kiba gritted slowly, pushing up onto his elbows to skewer the other boy with a firm look to emphasize the obvious adoration. "She likes you."

"You sorta said that already." Naruto groused, barely opening his mouth to mutter and roll his eyes.

"So! The point is, I don't want you to hurt her." Kiba said, blinking for a moment at the admission before flopping back onto the couch to test the words in his mouth again, spelling them out against his belly a third time just to make sure he had in fact said that.

Naruto looked like he wanted to splutter some more, but Kiba held up a warning finger. The blond closed his mouth and sank against the couch again. "I like her Kiba, but I don't know if I like her like her." Naruto finally said quietly, picking at the seam of Kiba's pants again.

"Right." Kiba sighed. "Just don't fuck up, or I will hurt you."

"Right and just how are you going to do that?" Naruto sniped, giving Kiba a dry unbelieving look.

"I'll tell everyone you fucked Sasuke."

"Well, technically..."

"Stop. Don't need to know details." Kiba cut in quickly. If he'd been more aware of circumstances past the obvious: He was Drunk. Naruto was Bad. Then he might have noticed the impish grin stealing over the blond's face.

"Well, I hadn't seen him in-"

"Stopit."

"-years and we were fighti-"

"Stopit."

"-and he had blood on his face and just looke-"

Kiba vaulted off the couch, well, more like rolled clumsily in a tangle of arms and legs really, in an attempt to stop the blond from the horrific mental images he was painting.

Naruto grinned up at him and opened his mouth to continue. Kiba slapped a hand over it only to have the blond's voice muffled against his palm. He twisted to hold the boy still, using his greater deadweight as leverage to pin Naruto to the floor. Any second now he was expecting a puff of smoke and a log of wood, but Naruto just blinked impishly up at him. Kiba could swear the boy was batting his eyelashes coquettishly. "Ohgross."

Naruto's succinct reply was lost to the muffling power of Kiba's palm once again. He frowned, letting blue eyes nearly cross as he examined the trapping appendage. Kiba yipped and pulled his hand away quickly as Naruto pushed his tongue wetly against him. "Ohgross."

"Whatever, you liked it." Naruto replied tartly, straining up against him.

"Did not."

"Did too."

"Did not!"

"Did too!"

Kiba had the distinct urge to bang his head against the floor. So he did.

He could feel Naruto squirming underneath him, twisting against his weight to peer over at him as his forehead continued to connect solidly with the floorboards. "Umm, Kiba?"

Thunk. Thunk. Thunk. Pause. "What?" Thunk. Thunk.

"You're going to give yourself brain damage." Naruto said very seriously.

Thunk. Thunk. Thunk. Pause. "No. That would be the mental image of Sasuke fucking you." Kiba replied tiredly. Thunk. Thunk. Thunk.

Naruto shrugged unrepentantly. "How else do you think..."

"Stop. Right. There." Kiba growled, rolling his bruised forehead back and forth against the hardwood. Apparently all he'd managed to do was pound the image deeper, burning it indefinitely into his brain.

Naruto frowned, a stubborn look settling over his face. "Why should I?"

Kiba pulled back just enough to look down at the boy. "You've obviously lost your mind."

"No!" Naruto wriggled under him again, chin set in determination. "You get to come over and wax about the beauty of tits. I like cock!" Naruto's eyes widened and he flushed deeply.

Kiba gaped. "I can't believe you just said that."

Naruto looked like he couldn't either but his spine stiffened and he pushed at Kiba. "Says you." He shoved harder, straightening his arm and holding Kiba's weight up. "I. Like. Cock."

Then Naruto did something Kiba never expected. He grabbed his. Kiba yelped and bolted a quick look down at where Naruto's hand was curling around his dick through the fabric of his pants. "Wha-"

"Shut up." Naruto replied quickly, moving his hand in a slow rub against the flaccid length. He snorted and turned amused eyes to Kiba. "I was expecting a bit more..." He said silkily.

Kiba stuttered for a moment, caught completely unaware. "I'm not hard." He barked in explanation to the insult and didn't realize for a couple of strokes that he should be moving away.

"See," Naruto whispered, hand moving quickly and deftly into the waist band of Kiba's pants to curl and pull at his hardening length. "Cock is good."

He knew he should be rolling off, not rolling his hips experimentally into the determined caress. "I don't like blonds." Kiba replied, feeling dizzy and hot. He noticed the odd angle of Naruto's shoulder as he lifted slightly to get a better handle on Kiba's cock, the way his bicep flexed under the loose t-shirt. How the other boy's mouth was open, tongue darting to wet his lips as he concentrated on the hand job.

"That's okay." Naruto whispered, eyes going a darker blue as he stroked. "I'm not Shino or Hinata."

"Ohfuck." Kiba panted, head rolling forward slowly as the sudden shock pleasure of Naruto's thumb slipping quickly over the head of his cock, how the boy seemed to know just where and how to touch him. Firm grip, unlike Hinata who he'd coached through the action several times.

"Right." Naruto nodded, giving his cock a quick squeeze as his other hand started pulling roughly at the button and zipper impeding his movements. Kiba didn't think, just shifted his weight, rolling onto his side and helped. His fingers felt thick and clumsy and he could hear his own breaths panting loud and rough in his ears. Hinata didn't touch like this.

"Hinata doesn't touch like that." Kiba whispered, voice deeper and rough as another tense shock of pleasure shot through him, tightening the dark heat in his stomach.

"Of course she doesn't." Naruto snorted, lying on his side too, head propped on a crooked elbow as he stroked deftly.

Kiba licked his lips, letting his eyes drift shut. He felt his hands reaching out, curling around Naruto's forearm- wire and strong- as it flexed. He wasn't stopping it though.

"Shino might." He heard Naruto say and Kiba flinched for a moment at the sudden thought that...

"No, his hands are bigger than yours."

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