FIC: << And Then To Drown >> [ naruto, kibashino ]
There so needs to be more kibashino!
And more smut...
*nods decisively*
Title: [And Then To Drown]
Pairing: Kiba/Shino (Naruto)
Category: R; rom, drama
Length: short (405 words)
Summary: Shino decides to take a shower. Kiba seconds the motion.
<< And Then To Drown >>
Warm water cascading over his body and Shino is content. His kakai buzz pleasantly under his skin, enjoying the heat, the stillness of a moment alone.
He stands still, regrouping; thinking of the day ahead, and the night before. He is not really surprised to hear the shower curtain being pulled aside or feel a lean, still-dry body pressed up against him.
Kiba is smirking - canines white and glinting as he pushes Shino against the wall of their cramped shower stall - and Shino wonders how it is Kiba can always tell when he is wanting him.
He thinks maybe Kiba can smell it on him, and knows he’ll never remember to ask. Because Kiba is kissing him now, deep and slow, and it’s getting more and more difficult to hold on to slippery things like thoughts.
It is always like this - Kiba takes and doesn’t stop to ask. But he never took anything he did not replace. And he would never want something Shino didn’t, in fact, wish to give.
Kiba’s complete lack of hesitation smoothes some worry deep inside.
This is the same implicit trust that bound them together as a team, that keeps them safe on the battlefield. But there is no team, no other jounin here, just him and Kiba and the water flowing over them both.
And Kiba’s hands make the water feel hotter that it is; one tilting Shino’s head to kiss him harder, while the other slides wetly down his stomach and lazily up his hardening length. Shino moans a little helplessly and breaks the kiss, panting slightly despite himself. The Inuzaka boy has always been able to get a reaction out of him, and once upon a time, he’d thought this a weakness…
Now, he knows, it keeps him sane.
Sane, but that’s not how he’s feeling when Kiba’s answering hardness presses into his hip, canines dragging gently along his collarbone…
“Shino…”, Kiba breathes, soft and shuddering, against his neck, overwhelmed by nothing - by everything - and he knows the feeling. Damp forehead resting heavily against his, shared breath becoming sound and, “…fuck I love you...” almost-against his lips.
And Shino just can’t *do* words.
Even now.
Strokes a reply directly into Kiba’s skin instead; kisses missing syllables into the other’s mouth. The truth is written clear across his eyes - laid bare without his sunglasses, Shino is exposed…
Kiba growls possessively, and understands him just fine.
And I’ll drown in the words that you can’t seem to say…’cause I can hear them anyway...
[ x-posted at kibashino, shinoxkiba, narutoyaoi]