Caught In The Act by uni_mara, PG-13
Title: Caught In The Act
Author: uni_mara
Fandom and Pairing: Naruto, KisaIta
Rating: PG-13
Prompt: Ramification, Epiphany
Warnings: None I can think of, unless non-graphic sex counts.
Notes: Made as a friend's birthday present.
Summary: Sometimes you realize what's going on at the worst time possible.
It was a little scraping sound.
He heard it, but tried to ignore it. Tried to slip back into the state of mind where he could barely register what was happening. That was how it always was. It didn’t need to change.
But it was persistent. The sound scraped and grinded, dragging him from his loss of self and making the hand over his start to press harder, making the flesh in his palm and the cloth at the back of his hand more noticeable. It pressed; he opened his eyes and saw the two colors of flesh, intertwined. It was clinging to him, warm skin, pressing him back into the cool fabric.
It made him question where his other hand had gotten to. Then he realized his fingers were half-buried in short hair and his palm pressed against more warm skin, like he was urging his partner on. Was he? He didn’t know. He didn’t have to think about it before.
The scraping wasn’t all he could hear now. Panting, he was panting. A small noise was almost coming out from his throat with each movement. Then there was something below his ear, growling, mumbling, ragged breathing. Kisame was talking. Pressed against his neck and muttering into it. What was he saying? Did it matter?
“Ta... chi...”
Everything was spreading. He could feel everything, knew what was going on with far too much clarity. He didn’t have to be this self-aware before. He didn’t have to know anything. He didn’t have to see the way the paint on his toenails shone in the dull like from outside. He didn’t have to smell the sweat and musk. He didn’t have to feel the bite at his neck aching lightly. He didn’t have to hear the way Kisame made the bed under them move.
And, most of all, he didn’t have to wonder about what it was. Or what it would be. Was it the ending ramification of some twisting and complicated series of events he couldn’t remember? Was it only the beginning of a bigger one? Or was it only in the middle somewhere, of something that would turn and twist into something bigger?
He didn’t know he couldn’t answer any of those questions.
“Ita... hah...”
Did he like it?
He didn’t know. He never had to answer the questions before. He didn’t know--
“Ita... chi...”
“Nnah...! Kisa... me...”
He did. He liked it. Maybe that’s why he blocked it out. Maybe... probably... he didn’t know. He didn’t know a lot about this. He didn’t know anything about this. He turned his head and Kisame devoured his exposed neck. Hot tongue and too-sharp teeth taking the movement as an invitation and... He liked that, too.
The dim light from the dirty window--he could vaguely remember them not being able to get a better hotel, money problems--shone over their hands. Kisame’s in his, grasping tightly, intertwined fingers, moving with his body. The metal glinted and he could almost read the kanji inscribed on it. That was it.
It was a little scraping sound that came from their rings being rubbed together.
Author: uni_mara
Fandom and Pairing: Naruto, KisaIta
Rating: PG-13
Prompt: Ramification, Epiphany
Warnings: None I can think of, unless non-graphic sex counts.
Notes: Made as a friend's birthday present.
Summary: Sometimes you realize what's going on at the worst time possible.
It was a little scraping sound.
He heard it, but tried to ignore it. Tried to slip back into the state of mind where he could barely register what was happening. That was how it always was. It didn’t need to change.
But it was persistent. The sound scraped and grinded, dragging him from his loss of self and making the hand over his start to press harder, making the flesh in his palm and the cloth at the back of his hand more noticeable. It pressed; he opened his eyes and saw the two colors of flesh, intertwined. It was clinging to him, warm skin, pressing him back into the cool fabric.
It made him question where his other hand had gotten to. Then he realized his fingers were half-buried in short hair and his palm pressed against more warm skin, like he was urging his partner on. Was he? He didn’t know. He didn’t have to think about it before.
The scraping wasn’t all he could hear now. Panting, he was panting. A small noise was almost coming out from his throat with each movement. Then there was something below his ear, growling, mumbling, ragged breathing. Kisame was talking. Pressed against his neck and muttering into it. What was he saying? Did it matter?
“Ta... chi...”
Everything was spreading. He could feel everything, knew what was going on with far too much clarity. He didn’t have to be this self-aware before. He didn’t have to know anything. He didn’t have to see the way the paint on his toenails shone in the dull like from outside. He didn’t have to smell the sweat and musk. He didn’t have to feel the bite at his neck aching lightly. He didn’t have to hear the way Kisame made the bed under them move.
And, most of all, he didn’t have to wonder about what it was. Or what it would be. Was it the ending ramification of some twisting and complicated series of events he couldn’t remember? Was it only the beginning of a bigger one? Or was it only in the middle somewhere, of something that would turn and twist into something bigger?
He didn’t know he couldn’t answer any of those questions.
“Ita... hah...”
Did he like it?
He didn’t know. He never had to answer the questions before. He didn’t know--
“Ita... chi...”
“Nnah...! Kisa... me...”
He did. He liked it. Maybe that’s why he blocked it out. Maybe... probably... he didn’t know. He didn’t know a lot about this. He didn’t know anything about this. He turned his head and Kisame devoured his exposed neck. Hot tongue and too-sharp teeth taking the movement as an invitation and... He liked that, too.
The dim light from the dirty window--he could vaguely remember them not being able to get a better hotel, money problems--shone over their hands. Kisame’s in his, grasping tightly, intertwined fingers, moving with his body. The metal glinted and he could almost read the kanji inscribed on it. That was it.
It was a little scraping sound that came from their rings being rubbed together.