Sand fanfiction
Title: Temptation Waits
Author’s Note: Inspired by a dream I had about a threesome between the sand siblings. Greatest dream ever. Seriously. I just wish I could do justice to it. This is the second threesome I have ever written so please excuse me if my writing is not so good. Threesomes are difficult to write but I tried my best. This story takes place after the time jump.
Warning: NC-17, sandcest, threesome *facepalm*
Disclaimer: I don’t own Naruto
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Gaara automatically looked up when his bedroom door open and watched as Temari step over the threshold with a tray of tea. She smiled warmly at him as she closed the door behind her.
He sighed heavily, and tossed the scroll he was been reading off his lap and stretched the knots out of his stiff body. He had been working for several hours straight; he was done for the night.
“Good evening, Kazekage-sama,” Temari said even though it was well past midnight now. She handed over the hot drink.
He glared up at her in warning but he was too tired to put much of a threat behind it. “Don’t call me that.”
She looked at the bed full of old books, loose papers, and scrolls that had been in the possession of the Kazekages for generations with little appreciation while Gaara watched. His intense stare was exciting, making her blood race throughout her body like fire, her but she casually asked, “Working?”
“Was,” Gaara murmured. He ran a hand through his disheveled red hair out of irritation, tousling the short locks even more. “I’m done now.”
Temari chuckled, regarding her brother with amused affection, and quietly began to clean of the bed, slacking up all the books into a pile on the floor along with everything else.
Gaara secretly watched her over the rim of his cup. In the soft golden light of his lamp, her hair and skin glowed like desert sand. Her blonde hair was down for the night, hanging over her brow and shoulders like a shawl. Gaara doubted she wore much more underneath her white flower-printed robe when she sat down and crossed her legs, revealing a smooth naked thigh.
Interesting.
He smirked and took a sip of the warm jasmine tea, too distasted to taste it. He took his piercing eyes away from the enticing view just long enough to put his cup down on the night stand.
Temari stole a look at Gaara from under her dark lashes. He was a handsome young man now. His crimson hair was longer, but soft and wild, and his voice had deepened a little. He was only wearing a pair of sleeping pants that hung low on his narrow waist, showing off the toned the muscles in his arms and abdomen but his skin was still a pale as alabaster. He would always be smaller than Kankuro but he was strong. His eyes were still large and commanding but the dark rings had started to fade away bit by bit as her brother slowly recovered from his 15 years of insomnia.
A little smirk spread her lips when Gaara caught her staring.
“Do you have a meeting tomorrow?”
“Yes. One in the morning and two in the afternoon.” He rubbed his eyes in tired resignation. “Don’t want to think about it now.”
Temari nodded sympathetically. Even though she and Kankuro helped their brother as much as they could, being the Kazekage of the sand village was not an easy job. When the elders weren’t demanding more power (which Gaara always refused), there was always the issue of receiving funds and more missions from their greedy feudal lords who still preferred to send everything to Konoha.
Gaara looked over at her then, determined and thoroughly ready to put his work behind him for the time being, and gestured for her to come closer. Temari smirked and crawled over her brother’s out-stretched legs until she was straddling his lap. She settled her hands on his chest, rubbing and tickling his pale sensitive skin with her fingertips.
“Tease,” he muttered affectionately in a low voice that made Temari want to melt. His long pale fingers untied the glossy sash at her waist and the soft bathrobe fall open effortlessly. His sister was unapologetic about her nudity. She knew she was beautiful. Gaara was just as unapologetic about his lust for his sister. Temari knew that he wanted her.
Temari felt her nipples stiffen and her heart start to pound faster in anticipation as Gaara’s greedy eyes drank up the sight of her naked for one long moment. His hands moved from his sides then to settle on her hips, pushing her forward and down on his cock firmly. When she felt him between her legs, pushing up against her, a shiver of desire spread throughout her body. Unconsciously she rubbed against him.
Cupping her breasts with his hands, Gaara leaned forward and slowly ran his tongue over the sensitive area between them. He was always gentle with her but relentless in his desire, always took his time but was never boring as he savored and memorized each and every touch and kiss. She knew also he always liked to watch her reaction. It aroused him as much as her touch did.
Temari’s eyes drifted closed, enjoying the arousing sensation at her hardness against her. When she felt his tongue on her nipples, licking until they hardened and then taking one into his mouth, she moaned softly and arched her back, her hands sliding up to burying themselves in his hair. Gaara sucked harder, used his teeth gently on the swollen nub, exciting Temari even more. She grew hotter against his erection and his hands fell away to grab her ass, forcing her to stay were she was.
“Ah…Gaara,” she murmured breathlessly, tossing her head back as her brother continued to tease her. Her hold tightened in his hair and she gently tugged his head back a little so she could kiss him. His lips were soft against hers but their kiss was far from timid.
Hungrily Temari ran her tongue over his swollen lips before pushing it inside. Gaara let her control the kiss; let her steal his breath with her soft whimpers and caressing tongue. He kissed her back, helplessly and painfully aroused.
Gaara was panting softly, eyes dark with barely controlled lust, when they pulled apart far enough for Temari to pull off her robe, dropping in onto the floor without a care. She nudged his legs with her knee and he shifted so she could settle between them.
She leaned closer to him, dropping her lips to his neck. He gasped softly and reclined against the headboard as she ran her soft lips along the length of his neck, biting and sucking the pale unblemished skin wherever she wanted. Taking her time, she bent lower, coasting her tongue over his nipples, making him stiffen against her body and groan. Her brother’s reaction fueled her desire until Temari was all much aching to have him. She reached down between her legs and fondled his straining erection through the thin fabric his pants.
Gaara jerked, crying out in a soft voice. Temari smirked and slipped a hand inside. He was warm and hot against her skin as she wrapped her long fingers around him. Gently, she pulled him free, thumbing the wet tip gently. Gaara quickly bit down on his lower lip but that didn’t stop the groan that purred in the back of his throat.
Temari bent low to drag her tongue over the tip of his erection, savoring his taste. Gaara writhed, body twitching while his hands automatically clamping down on the bed sheets. She licked her lips slowly and pumped him, watching a faint blush tint his face. His eyes were shut, his brow furrowed and damp with sweat.
“What do you want, Gaara?” Temari murmured as she pressed kissed into his abdomen. “My hands or my mouth?”
“Y-your mouth…ah, fuck…”
Temari swallowed her brother’s cock, taking in as much as much as she could. She caressed the hot underside of it slowly with her tongue. When she felt the tip press against the back if her throat she retreated until only the head remained in her mouth. She sucked on it carefully, gradually increasing the pressure until Gaara was panting softly and his hands were fisted in her hair. She took him deep inside her mouth again, loving the feeling and the taste of him; loving the fact that she was giving her baby brother a blow job; loving the fact that she was getting off on that perversion.
There wasn’t a warning when the bedroom door opened. They both looked up and watched a grumpy Kankuro step inside, still damp and rosy from a shower.
“Where have you been?” Gaara instantly demanded.
Kankuro glared at his brother with indignation. “Well since you asked, your highness,” he replied, striping off his shirt, “I was with Baki surveying the eastern wall of Suna that needs to be repaired.”
Gaara nodded deeply, solemnity suddenly overcoming his arousal for a moment. “I heard about that. I’ll take care of it tomorrow.” He made the same gesture for Kankuro to come closer just as he did with Temari. Kankuro sighed, rolling his dark green eyes, and walked across the room. His irritation was just a pretense though; he grinned at Temari when their eyes met.
Gaara reached up when Kankuro was close enough, and grabbed the back of his neck, dragging his brother down for a long heavy kiss.
Temari was happy to take the backseat and just watch for one long delicious moment as her brothers kissed. Gaara was melting into Kankuro’s touch before Temari looked away. Any longer, she would forget what she was doing.
She leaned down and pressed wet open-mouth kisses on Gaara’s quivering abdomen, his cock brushing against her throat and chin, leaving warm trails of saliva and precum on her skin. Moving lower, she parted her lips and continued to suck him. She was too good of a shinobi not to realize that she was being watched by her brothers. She moaned softly, arousal tickling her gut.
Beside the bed, Kankuro pulled away from Gaara and stripped the rest of his clothes off silently exposing his tan skin and sinewy muscles, his dark eyes never leaving Temari’s body. The bed dipped a little when he sat behind her, settling his rough hands on her hips. When he gently nudged her Temari spread her legs and gave him enough room for him to move closer. When Kankuro bent over her to cover her back with soft wet kisses, she could feel his belly against her ass and his stiffening cock between her legs.
She moved her hips against him automatically.
“Fuck, Temari. You’re so damn hot,” he purred roughly, lips sliding lower and lower down her back. “I bet I can cum just from this.” She felt his tongue dip between her cleft, stroking her ruthlessly. His talented fingers slowly moved between her thighs, stroking her entrance before thrusting a finger inside her body. Since his fingers were his ultimate weapon as a shinobi, he was very good working with his hands.
It was enough to make Temari moan wantonly around her younger brother’s cock. Desperate, she swirled her tongue around it, tasting and swallowing the salty liquid that was sipping out, before slipping the rest of his cock past her swollen lips and back inside her mouth.
Gaara cried out, trusting helplessly into her hot mouth and coming. He stiffened, teeth clamped on his lower lip, as Temari swallowed his cum. She released him then, licking her lips and then his cock clean while Gaara collapsed against the bed, panting.
Kankuro withdrew his fingers and she shivered when she felt the tip of his cock pressing against her wet entrance. In the smooth move, he was firmly inside her under the watchful eyes of Gaara. There was a pause, allowing Temari time to adjust to the feeling of Kankuro buried deep inside her. She felt his hot chest covering her back and heard his heavy breathing in her hear. The sound made her shiver and grind her hips urgently against his, commanding her brother to move.
Kankuro bit her neck slightly and wrapped his arms around her waist, forcing her up and away from Gaara until she was sitting up, straddling his thighs and giving Gaara a great view of her body. The redhead smirked as he stared at his sister with heavy-lidded eyes. Temari knew that he was enjoying every inch of it.
She smiled back at him before she turned her head to the side. Kankuro’s lips pressed warmly against hers, tongue slipping out for a quick taste. His stubble tickled her skin but she didn’t care. He started to move beneath her, withdrawing little by little and then thrusting back. She closed her eyes, breath catching in her throat, savoring the pleasure her brother was giving as he fucked her. She rocked her hips harder, urging Kankuro to go faster, rougher. He nipped at her skin again, a silent warning to behave.
Over her soft, desperate moans and Kankuro’s unsteady breathing, she heard Gaara shift on the bed, drawing his legs beneath him and crawling closer. His hands wandered over her body, across her breasts, down her belly and lower. All the while his lips trailed after his touch.
Temari gasped when she felt Gaara’s mouth against her, running his tongue between her legs to stroke the hidden spot that made her cry out uninhibitedly. She writhed against Kankuro, settling more of her weight on his lap so she could spread her legs for Gaara. Over and over her younger brother teased her mercilessly while Kankuro’s thrusts were becoming shorter and faster.
It was difficult not to just drown in the different pleasures-to let it all overwhelm her-but she wanted it to last. Concentrating, she willed her chakra to strengthen her body so she could enjoy her brothers’ touch a bit more.
“Cheater,” Kankuro purred in her ear.
“Not my fault you’re too slow.” She bucked her hips hard. “God, Kankuro, stop playing and just fuck me!”
“You’re too bossy,” he replied. Usual he disliked being told what to do but when Temari demanding something like that he didn’t mind. He quickened his movements, determined to bring Temari to orgasm.
It wasn’t long before she before she came, moaning. Pleasure filled her body, blinding her senses for a moment. Her body sagged, but her brothers didn’t stop. Until Kankuro had enough, Gaara’s mouth stayed on her, his tongue pressing against her hard, forcing her to come again and again.
With a broken groan, she felt Kankuro come inside her. He slumped against her, kissing her shoulders and the back of her neck fervently as he tried to caught his breath. Gaara sat up, pressing his lips gently against hers so she could taste her arousal before he lay back down on his bed, eyes never leaving them.
Slowly Kankuro shifted beneath her, carefully withdrawing from her cooling body. Shifting a little, she caught Kankuro’s face in her hands and they shared a slow sedated kiss.
He grinned at her when they parted, knocking his forehead against hers. When she kissed his nose, he laughed and slapped her backside softly.
Though she was hot and sticky, she was too tired to drag herself to Gaara’s bathroom and wash. Yawning softly she reached over and turned off the lamp before dropping down next to Gaara. On his other side, Kankuro did that same thing. They would rest a little here and leave before anyone knew they were there.
She curled up against Gaara’s side, throwing a leg over him. She withdrew instantly when she felt him pressing up against her leg. She poked his side, murmuring, “You need to speak up.”
Gaara replied saying that he was too tired.
“Liar.” She kissed his cheek. “Kankuro?”
“What?”
“Take care of Gaara.”
“Wha…oh…okay.”
In the darkness, Temari closed her eyes and enjoyed the sound of Kankuro slipping his hand under the band of Gaara’s pants and jerking him off. She stayed awake long enough to hear Kankuro talking softly to his brother; long enough to hear Gaara moaned when he came.
The end
I can’t say I’m a fan of this though I like the pairing. But I’m in a crappy mood and maybe I’m being too harsh on myself. Comments would be loved.
Author’s Note: Inspired by a dream I had about a threesome between the sand siblings. Greatest dream ever. Seriously. I just wish I could do justice to it. This is the second threesome I have ever written so please excuse me if my writing is not so good. Threesomes are difficult to write but I tried my best. This story takes place after the time jump.
Warning: NC-17, sandcest, threesome *facepalm*
Disclaimer: I don’t own Naruto
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Gaara automatically looked up when his bedroom door open and watched as Temari step over the threshold with a tray of tea. She smiled warmly at him as she closed the door behind her.
He sighed heavily, and tossed the scroll he was been reading off his lap and stretched the knots out of his stiff body. He had been working for several hours straight; he was done for the night.
“Good evening, Kazekage-sama,” Temari said even though it was well past midnight now. She handed over the hot drink.
He glared up at her in warning but he was too tired to put much of a threat behind it. “Don’t call me that.”
She looked at the bed full of old books, loose papers, and scrolls that had been in the possession of the Kazekages for generations with little appreciation while Gaara watched. His intense stare was exciting, making her blood race throughout her body like fire, her but she casually asked, “Working?”
“Was,” Gaara murmured. He ran a hand through his disheveled red hair out of irritation, tousling the short locks even more. “I’m done now.”
Temari chuckled, regarding her brother with amused affection, and quietly began to clean of the bed, slacking up all the books into a pile on the floor along with everything else.
Gaara secretly watched her over the rim of his cup. In the soft golden light of his lamp, her hair and skin glowed like desert sand. Her blonde hair was down for the night, hanging over her brow and shoulders like a shawl. Gaara doubted she wore much more underneath her white flower-printed robe when she sat down and crossed her legs, revealing a smooth naked thigh.
Interesting.
He smirked and took a sip of the warm jasmine tea, too distasted to taste it. He took his piercing eyes away from the enticing view just long enough to put his cup down on the night stand.
Temari stole a look at Gaara from under her dark lashes. He was a handsome young man now. His crimson hair was longer, but soft and wild, and his voice had deepened a little. He was only wearing a pair of sleeping pants that hung low on his narrow waist, showing off the toned the muscles in his arms and abdomen but his skin was still a pale as alabaster. He would always be smaller than Kankuro but he was strong. His eyes were still large and commanding but the dark rings had started to fade away bit by bit as her brother slowly recovered from his 15 years of insomnia.
A little smirk spread her lips when Gaara caught her staring.
“Do you have a meeting tomorrow?”
“Yes. One in the morning and two in the afternoon.” He rubbed his eyes in tired resignation. “Don’t want to think about it now.”
Temari nodded sympathetically. Even though she and Kankuro helped their brother as much as they could, being the Kazekage of the sand village was not an easy job. When the elders weren’t demanding more power (which Gaara always refused), there was always the issue of receiving funds and more missions from their greedy feudal lords who still preferred to send everything to Konoha.
Gaara looked over at her then, determined and thoroughly ready to put his work behind him for the time being, and gestured for her to come closer. Temari smirked and crawled over her brother’s out-stretched legs until she was straddling his lap. She settled her hands on his chest, rubbing and tickling his pale sensitive skin with her fingertips.
“Tease,” he muttered affectionately in a low voice that made Temari want to melt. His long pale fingers untied the glossy sash at her waist and the soft bathrobe fall open effortlessly. His sister was unapologetic about her nudity. She knew she was beautiful. Gaara was just as unapologetic about his lust for his sister. Temari knew that he wanted her.
Temari felt her nipples stiffen and her heart start to pound faster in anticipation as Gaara’s greedy eyes drank up the sight of her naked for one long moment. His hands moved from his sides then to settle on her hips, pushing her forward and down on his cock firmly. When she felt him between her legs, pushing up against her, a shiver of desire spread throughout her body. Unconsciously she rubbed against him.
Cupping her breasts with his hands, Gaara leaned forward and slowly ran his tongue over the sensitive area between them. He was always gentle with her but relentless in his desire, always took his time but was never boring as he savored and memorized each and every touch and kiss. She knew also he always liked to watch her reaction. It aroused him as much as her touch did.
Temari’s eyes drifted closed, enjoying the arousing sensation at her hardness against her. When she felt his tongue on her nipples, licking until they hardened and then taking one into his mouth, she moaned softly and arched her back, her hands sliding up to burying themselves in his hair. Gaara sucked harder, used his teeth gently on the swollen nub, exciting Temari even more. She grew hotter against his erection and his hands fell away to grab her ass, forcing her to stay were she was.
“Ah…Gaara,” she murmured breathlessly, tossing her head back as her brother continued to tease her. Her hold tightened in his hair and she gently tugged his head back a little so she could kiss him. His lips were soft against hers but their kiss was far from timid.
Hungrily Temari ran her tongue over his swollen lips before pushing it inside. Gaara let her control the kiss; let her steal his breath with her soft whimpers and caressing tongue. He kissed her back, helplessly and painfully aroused.
Gaara was panting softly, eyes dark with barely controlled lust, when they pulled apart far enough for Temari to pull off her robe, dropping in onto the floor without a care. She nudged his legs with her knee and he shifted so she could settle between them.
She leaned closer to him, dropping her lips to his neck. He gasped softly and reclined against the headboard as she ran her soft lips along the length of his neck, biting and sucking the pale unblemished skin wherever she wanted. Taking her time, she bent lower, coasting her tongue over his nipples, making him stiffen against her body and groan. Her brother’s reaction fueled her desire until Temari was all much aching to have him. She reached down between her legs and fondled his straining erection through the thin fabric his pants.
Gaara jerked, crying out in a soft voice. Temari smirked and slipped a hand inside. He was warm and hot against her skin as she wrapped her long fingers around him. Gently, she pulled him free, thumbing the wet tip gently. Gaara quickly bit down on his lower lip but that didn’t stop the groan that purred in the back of his throat.
Temari bent low to drag her tongue over the tip of his erection, savoring his taste. Gaara writhed, body twitching while his hands automatically clamping down on the bed sheets. She licked her lips slowly and pumped him, watching a faint blush tint his face. His eyes were shut, his brow furrowed and damp with sweat.
“What do you want, Gaara?” Temari murmured as she pressed kissed into his abdomen. “My hands or my mouth?”
“Y-your mouth…ah, fuck…”
Temari swallowed her brother’s cock, taking in as much as much as she could. She caressed the hot underside of it slowly with her tongue. When she felt the tip press against the back if her throat she retreated until only the head remained in her mouth. She sucked on it carefully, gradually increasing the pressure until Gaara was panting softly and his hands were fisted in her hair. She took him deep inside her mouth again, loving the feeling and the taste of him; loving the fact that she was giving her baby brother a blow job; loving the fact that she was getting off on that perversion.
There wasn’t a warning when the bedroom door opened. They both looked up and watched a grumpy Kankuro step inside, still damp and rosy from a shower.
“Where have you been?” Gaara instantly demanded.
Kankuro glared at his brother with indignation. “Well since you asked, your highness,” he replied, striping off his shirt, “I was with Baki surveying the eastern wall of Suna that needs to be repaired.”
Gaara nodded deeply, solemnity suddenly overcoming his arousal for a moment. “I heard about that. I’ll take care of it tomorrow.” He made the same gesture for Kankuro to come closer just as he did with Temari. Kankuro sighed, rolling his dark green eyes, and walked across the room. His irritation was just a pretense though; he grinned at Temari when their eyes met.
Gaara reached up when Kankuro was close enough, and grabbed the back of his neck, dragging his brother down for a long heavy kiss.
Temari was happy to take the backseat and just watch for one long delicious moment as her brothers kissed. Gaara was melting into Kankuro’s touch before Temari looked away. Any longer, she would forget what she was doing.
She leaned down and pressed wet open-mouth kisses on Gaara’s quivering abdomen, his cock brushing against her throat and chin, leaving warm trails of saliva and precum on her skin. Moving lower, she parted her lips and continued to suck him. She was too good of a shinobi not to realize that she was being watched by her brothers. She moaned softly, arousal tickling her gut.
Beside the bed, Kankuro pulled away from Gaara and stripped the rest of his clothes off silently exposing his tan skin and sinewy muscles, his dark eyes never leaving Temari’s body. The bed dipped a little when he sat behind her, settling his rough hands on her hips. When he gently nudged her Temari spread her legs and gave him enough room for him to move closer. When Kankuro bent over her to cover her back with soft wet kisses, she could feel his belly against her ass and his stiffening cock between her legs.
She moved her hips against him automatically.
“Fuck, Temari. You’re so damn hot,” he purred roughly, lips sliding lower and lower down her back. “I bet I can cum just from this.” She felt his tongue dip between her cleft, stroking her ruthlessly. His talented fingers slowly moved between her thighs, stroking her entrance before thrusting a finger inside her body. Since his fingers were his ultimate weapon as a shinobi, he was very good working with his hands.
It was enough to make Temari moan wantonly around her younger brother’s cock. Desperate, she swirled her tongue around it, tasting and swallowing the salty liquid that was sipping out, before slipping the rest of his cock past her swollen lips and back inside her mouth.
Gaara cried out, trusting helplessly into her hot mouth and coming. He stiffened, teeth clamped on his lower lip, as Temari swallowed his cum. She released him then, licking her lips and then his cock clean while Gaara collapsed against the bed, panting.
Kankuro withdrew his fingers and she shivered when she felt the tip of his cock pressing against her wet entrance. In the smooth move, he was firmly inside her under the watchful eyes of Gaara. There was a pause, allowing Temari time to adjust to the feeling of Kankuro buried deep inside her. She felt his hot chest covering her back and heard his heavy breathing in her hear. The sound made her shiver and grind her hips urgently against his, commanding her brother to move.
Kankuro bit her neck slightly and wrapped his arms around her waist, forcing her up and away from Gaara until she was sitting up, straddling his thighs and giving Gaara a great view of her body. The redhead smirked as he stared at his sister with heavy-lidded eyes. Temari knew that he was enjoying every inch of it.
She smiled back at him before she turned her head to the side. Kankuro’s lips pressed warmly against hers, tongue slipping out for a quick taste. His stubble tickled her skin but she didn’t care. He started to move beneath her, withdrawing little by little and then thrusting back. She closed her eyes, breath catching in her throat, savoring the pleasure her brother was giving as he fucked her. She rocked her hips harder, urging Kankuro to go faster, rougher. He nipped at her skin again, a silent warning to behave.
Over her soft, desperate moans and Kankuro’s unsteady breathing, she heard Gaara shift on the bed, drawing his legs beneath him and crawling closer. His hands wandered over her body, across her breasts, down her belly and lower. All the while his lips trailed after his touch.
Temari gasped when she felt Gaara’s mouth against her, running his tongue between her legs to stroke the hidden spot that made her cry out uninhibitedly. She writhed against Kankuro, settling more of her weight on his lap so she could spread her legs for Gaara. Over and over her younger brother teased her mercilessly while Kankuro’s thrusts were becoming shorter and faster.
It was difficult not to just drown in the different pleasures-to let it all overwhelm her-but she wanted it to last. Concentrating, she willed her chakra to strengthen her body so she could enjoy her brothers’ touch a bit more.
“Cheater,” Kankuro purred in her ear.
“Not my fault you’re too slow.” She bucked her hips hard. “God, Kankuro, stop playing and just fuck me!”
“You’re too bossy,” he replied. Usual he disliked being told what to do but when Temari demanding something like that he didn’t mind. He quickened his movements, determined to bring Temari to orgasm.
It wasn’t long before she before she came, moaning. Pleasure filled her body, blinding her senses for a moment. Her body sagged, but her brothers didn’t stop. Until Kankuro had enough, Gaara’s mouth stayed on her, his tongue pressing against her hard, forcing her to come again and again.
With a broken groan, she felt Kankuro come inside her. He slumped against her, kissing her shoulders and the back of her neck fervently as he tried to caught his breath. Gaara sat up, pressing his lips gently against hers so she could taste her arousal before he lay back down on his bed, eyes never leaving them.
Slowly Kankuro shifted beneath her, carefully withdrawing from her cooling body. Shifting a little, she caught Kankuro’s face in her hands and they shared a slow sedated kiss.
He grinned at her when they parted, knocking his forehead against hers. When she kissed his nose, he laughed and slapped her backside softly.
Though she was hot and sticky, she was too tired to drag herself to Gaara’s bathroom and wash. Yawning softly she reached over and turned off the lamp before dropping down next to Gaara. On his other side, Kankuro did that same thing. They would rest a little here and leave before anyone knew they were there.
She curled up against Gaara’s side, throwing a leg over him. She withdrew instantly when she felt him pressing up against her leg. She poked his side, murmuring, “You need to speak up.”
Gaara replied saying that he was too tired.
“Liar.” She kissed his cheek. “Kankuro?”
“What?”
“Take care of Gaara.”
“Wha…oh…okay.”
In the darkness, Temari closed her eyes and enjoyed the sound of Kankuro slipping his hand under the band of Gaara’s pants and jerking him off. She stayed awake long enough to hear Kankuro talking softly to his brother; long enough to hear Gaara moaned when he came.
The end
I can’t say I’m a fan of this though I like the pairing. But I’m in a crappy mood and maybe I’m being too harsh on myself. Comments would be loved.