"Oi! Stop pushing on it so hard!"
"Don't complain."
"Then stop being so troubles-ow!"
"It isn't my fault you don't do this often enough, the muscles are tight."
"And what am I suppose to do about it?"
"Relax, aren't you good at that?"
"Haha, very-ow!"
A grunt of frustration and effort was the only response that time. Shikamaru inhaled a breath and let it out in a rush before attempting to suffocate himself in his pillow once again. His entire body felt warm, despite the air blowing the curtains to his left. Turning his head, he watched them moving with slightly squinted eyes. Without warning his eyes closed tightly and his head shot up as his form curved up with an outcry of minor pain and mostly pleasure.
"Shino!" he found himself softly calling as the sound died out. More pressure was the response as the other leaned over his back a little more. The cry had left Shikamaru a little winded, his air being taken in by gentle pants now.
"Almost," he murmured, pressing his lips against the other's warm cheek. The cat eyed male only made a faint groan in reply while Shino pulled away to press at him again. Shikamaru silently prayed that he wasn't lying and this bodily torture was almost over.
After a few more minutes of pressing, groaning, and occasional sounds of effort from Shino, Shikamaru cried out one more time, wrapping his fingers even more in the soft material of his sheets. The bug-user's weight swayed back a little more on the legs of the boy under him, straddling along those slender hips. He moved his hands back up the colored skin, raking his short nails along the flesh gently, leaving tingling lines that earned him a shudder from Shikamaru. He moved them over the Chuunin's shoulders to the plush pillows on either side of his head. Leaning forward, he brushed aside the usually secured brunette locks from the other's neck with his nose. His soft lips pressed against the hot skin, traveling down to move along his left shoulder, tasting the smooth, unique, flavor lovingly.
Shikamaru tried to collect his breathing once more, his body giving minor tremors sporadically. The feel of those lips moving along his back tickling him soothingly, coaxing his body to relax again was inviting. He smiled a little, laughing gently through his pants, "You're so troublesome."
The Aburame's lips continued to travel over the skin, working his way down the form below him. Gently his tongue would bypass his lips to trail along the warm flesh, moving along the center of his back. He could feel Shikamaru's body quiver and heave gently under his mouth. He heard the shadow manipulator gasp softly as his warm tongue brushed over a spot on the dip of his lower back. Another shudder ran down the muscles under his mouth, making him feel even more pleased with himself. He pulled back after reaching the waist-line of the other's pants, moving back up to hover over the body spread under him, lowering his mouth near one of those pierced ears, "You should get massages more often, if you're that tense I don't see how anyone could think of you as relaxed."
The tension in his hands left as he felt Shino move to hover back over him. He moved to push himself onto his back. Shino shifted his legs to allow it but not to unseat himself from where he was. He laced his fingers with the Nara's, holding them lightly into the feathered pillows on either side of his head. His usually glasses-hid brown eyes looked down into the strategist's before moving down to press his lips against the other's. Shikamaru's mouth pressed back, soft lips parting as the elder requested entrance for his tongue. Shino's head tilted slightly to press more into Shikamaru's mouth, fingers tightening lovingly over the other's.
"A massage a day wouldn't get me as relaxed as I am now," Shikamaru replied after the kiss was broken for breath. He hadn't even realized how tense he had been until he felt how relaxed he was now. Though how much of it had to do with the massage and how much had to do with it being given by Shino's hands, he was pretty sure which gave the greater effect. The news of this seemed only to make Shino more proud, a smirk or smile – Shikamaru couldn't tell which – twitched at his lips.
"Always have a trump card," he said coolly, moving down to kiss the other again. Despite his attempt to hide it, the other's keen eyes caught the smirk on those eluding lips. Once again the kiss was deepened, but the phrase rolled over in the younger Chuunin's mind. His tactical brain went to work in dividing its possible meanings, but it didn't have much time before it received its answer. Even in that time, however, it managed to come up with this as a possible result.
Shino's lips moved back along his jaw line, slowly working down. He brushed his tongue along his ear, moistening it before exhaling a breath that instantly chilled the skin. Shikamaru's form shuddered softly but Shino was already descending along his neck. Licking and kissing the skin with a lover's feel, finding that pulse to moisten and work at in only a few moments. One didn't have to have done this a million times to know how to get someone to enjoy it. In fact, he was feeling out for areas that really made the other go wild, exploring his body more fully than he had ever permitted himself before. He trailed away from the reddened skin in his continued travels along Shikamaru's now warming body, leaving the pulse moving faster than it had been when he'd first arrived.
"Shino…I have a mission in two hours…" Shikamaru told him, though his voice seemed quiet. His face had flushed with a slight heat upon realizing what the other was implying with his actions. Was that a weird thing to say? Did sex usually take that long? He had no shame in admitting to himself that this was the first time he'd have gone this far, with anyone, and he was not only positive he would be sore, but he was sure he was relatively clueless on some things.
"That's plenty of time," Shino confirmed, brushing his tongue over the other's sternum, right along the top of his collarbone. He felt Shikamaru's hands tense around his own as he did so, another pleasing reaction.
"I'm going to be sore," he grumbled, though his voice was the slightest bit strained because of the sudden brush of Shino's tongue over his skin. Shino's actions didn't indicate that he had even heard the other. He had, however, as he pressed light kisses against the skin before him. Shikamaru would be sore considering this was his first time, as he had told Shino during earlier parts of the relationship. Not that it was a problem, as he would be learning from this as well, but perhaps that would make it even more annoying for the other. After all, this sort of soreness would certainly prove to be a problem on a mission.
He moved to pull back before a slight cunningness hit his eyes and features, he lifted his eyes to the other suspiciously, "What's the mission?"
Shikamaru's expression took something resembling an irritated confusion. He always appreciated knowing that Shino was intelligent, and could play the tactical games he liked with him. However, it could be troublesome in situations like this, when he figured out the holes in Shikamaru's words. He made a soft 'tch' sound at being figured out, "Picking up some scrolls and herbs for the Fifth from another village."
"You're nervous," Shino picked up almost as soon as Shikamaru had finished answering, the boy having looked off to the side. His eyes turned back to the other, though only looking out of the corner. He wasn't an incredibly prideful person, except maybe when fighting girls, so he felt no need to hide his faintly blushing cheeks which only received more color. He turned his eyes back to the clouds he could see through his curtains outside his window.
"You're troublesome," was his only response, which was enough of an indication to Shino that he had been right. He moved to brush his lips against the other's ear, licking the cartilage softly. Shikamaru's hands tightened before relaxing again, tilting his head hesitantly against the feeling.
"Trust me," he whispered softly. Shikamaru swallowed a little both timid and annoyed before nodding, only slightly. If he couldn't trust Shino, his boyfriend of a year and a half, with his body then he really was more of a coward than he had thought. Shino gave his hands a light squeeze before moving back down to the trail he had licked along the boy's collarbone. He brushed his lips over the bone hidden beneath the skin, trailing his tongue in a pressing manner over the flesh. He nibbled on the skin just below it, paying attention to the reactions the use of his teeth earned. He didn't figure Shikamaru to be much of a masochist – and he wasn't much of a sadist. The other did gasp faintly as his skin was gently rolled between Shino's teeth.
He released the skin and moved to continue down the span of the other's chest. He was clearly not in a rush as he used an unpredictable pattern to brush his tongue over the warm skin against his mouth. He played with the skill of an expert against the darkened skin of Shikamaru's nipple. The submissive gasped and arched off the bed slightly. His fingers once more tightened against the bug user's. Shino continued to hold them even as he descended, simply drawing them down with him. The reactions he earned were sexually rewarding for him as well.
He left the hardened skin behind for its twin, the exposure to the cooler air compared to Shino's hot mouth making the other's form quiver in pleasure. Goosebumps spread across his skin with the sensation, though he only felt more heat coming to his body as Shino continued. His stomach clenched as a wave of arousal was sent lower in his body. A faint and unfighted groan caused the same reaction in Shino's body as well. He arched once again as the cooler air tickled the moistened nub, signaling Shino's continual down movement had started again. Shikamaru felt an arousing sense of vulnerability in laying shirtless, his hands held, under Shino and the heat of his mouth.
The brown eyed dominant licked his lips to leave behind soft, wet imprints of his lips along the skin. He aimlessly decorated the smooth flat stomach under him with such light kisses. He experimentally dipped his tongue into the other's navel. The reaction was more than he had expected as the other arched into it, as though a surprise person had attacked him from behind with even more of the pleasing sensation. Shino had to draw back quickly to avoid colliding with the other's stomach. Shikamaru's hands clenched almost painfully as his body practically spasmed at such a light thing.
A faint smirk grew on Shino's lips before moving back down to trail a devious ring around the hole before once more delving in. Shikamaru fought to arch even more with a more audible moan of pleasure. One of his hands was released as Shino's hand moved back to support him into his arch. His fingertips stroked along the other's vertebra while his tongue played with the sensitive area. Shikamaru's now free hand moved to twist in his partner's brown hair, though clearly not to hurt.
He had never felt something so erotic in his life. Completely unaware of how sensitive his navel was, he had been just as surprised at the reaction as Shino had. He could feel heat in his cheeks spreading across his entire body as Shino continued; feeling the hand supporting him into the arch, fingertips tickling the skin with their brushes. Although it tickled, it was far from in a way that made him want to laugh. It sent pleasurable sensations along his nerves that were more obviously reflected in the tightening of his pants. He fought a losing battle in an attempt to keep control of his breathing. His brain, unfortunately, went straight to the thought of how sore he was going to be in too short of a time. Though it did help him to remember something else of importance.
Shino moved away from his navel only to kiss back up the arched stomach, Shikamaru exhaling a breath he seemed to be holding, eyes relaxing a little more, though his breathing pattern had officially been ruined. Despite that, he attempted to bring his thought to Shino's attention, "You're not…getting anywhere with this unless…you have lubricant."
Assured only for a moment that Shikamaru wasn't once again attempting to con his way out of this, Shino sat back and moved to get off the bed. No, unlike some people, he didn't make it a point to keep a container of it in his bedside table. That seemed a tad implying where he didn't want to imply. However, as he and Shikamaru had become more serious, he did keep a bottle in his bathroom, just in case of this exact situation. If it was better to be prepared in battle, why not carry similar thoughts into a relationship? Though in this case, it was far from being prepared for the worst. He was glad Shikamaru had mentioned it now compared to later where it only would have been increasingly awkward.
He retrieved the clear bottle from one of the less used drawers he had tossed it in and turned back for the room. Some small, paranoid part of him that lingered from the ridicule in his childhood was swelling with dread at the thought that Shikamaru may have left. That the mention was purely to get him to leave the room so he could run. But the potential for heart break was immediately ceased as he saw the other still laying shirtless on his bed amidst the twisted sheets and blanket. He felt the tension ease from his body as he crossed the room, raising the bottle for the other to see before putting it on the pillow, out of the way.
He didn't move back on the other immediately, instead he sat on the side of the bed and leaned over to press his lips against his. The relief rushing forward to cloud his mind as the other kissed back. It wouldn't have been the first time someone had run from the 'gross bug freak' in his life. Shikamaru, though so much different than the others, could not completely erase that fear in his mind that he would be rejected. He pulled back only to press his lips chastely once more.
"You okay?" he questioned, his brows furrowing in minor concern. Shino nodded, trailing his hand down over the other's chest, causing him to shudder against the touch. The return of that lustful feeling prompted him to move between the other's legs, spreading them as he lined his thigh against the other's groin. Shikamaru shuddered at the pressure, his fingers tensing but not tightening on the sheets, not yet. Shino untied the string of Shikamaru's pants with his teeth before moving to the zipper, though only undoing it partly. He pushed the pants and whatever lie under them down along his hips, though no lower.
He kissed and nibbled a line from the other's navel down along his pelvis, exhaling warm air over the skin before moving back up to his hips. The younger writhed slightly as lower regions on his body began receiving more and more attention. His head tilted back as his eyes once more tightly closed, breathing becoming increasingly strained. He lifted his hips up into that hot mouth, but they were all too quickly restrained back to the bed, making his back arch as Shino's touches seemed to become lighter and lighter, "Too…troublesome…"
Shino tenderly bit at the warm flesh near the other's hip, running his tongue over the gentle dip that had become exposed. A strained moan was audible as a reaction, which was definitely pleasing to hear as he continued working along that body. Troublesome as he may have been, he knew that was only said because Shikamaru had to fight against being held down, that his body was being put through so much that he couldn't figure out how to properly react to. This type of troublesome, Shino had no problem dealing with. He moved back down along the skin of the other's pelvis, pressing his lips with a bit more force as he gradually worked down. He felt Shikamaru's hands move up to the sleeves of his shirt, fisting on the material slightly, a motion which triggered a slight tension through Shino's body.
"Take it off…" Shikamaru panted softly; tugging on the shirt a little to show that he was coherent enough still to know what he meant. Shino swallowed faintly, his eyes mellowing a little as he lifted from where he had been, leaning forward over the other a little more to look at his face. When he realized the other had moved, Shikamaru relaxed against the bed a little more, opening his eyes partially to look to the other's face, meeting those dark brown eyes.
"I don't like taking my shirt off, you know that," he said, fighting the sternness he wanted to put in his voice. It wasn't as though this couldn't be done without him removing his shirt, it wasn't essential, he had nothing against taking his pants off. But…his shirt? It was never something easy to do, not with all those scars on his skin, he was ashamed of them, he had no problem expressing that, this time would be no different.
"Stop being so troublesome and take it off," Shikamaru said, not arguing with the use of a more stern and serious voice despite the fact his face hardly fit the tone. He moved his hands down over the other's back before pulling it up to run his hands under it, over the skin softly. He felt the raised and uneven scars that bubbled out against his fingers. The rejection of those queens by Shino's colony so long ago had left marks that would never leave, Shikamaru knew that, but if he had cared then he wouldn't have let it progress this far. You don't lead on a person who's body repulsed you, or at least he didn't. Shino gasped slightly as he felt the other's hands over his skin, the warmth running over those scars and along his flesh. He fought to keep from snapping at the other, not wanting to ruin this completely…not over something like this.
Shikamaru's hands, mean while, explored over the canvass, his fingertips brushing over the rough edges and along the almost tunnel like marks. He had seen them probably before it was owed to him, but he far from cared, not in this case, it was…ridiculous. He never tried to force Shino to understand that they were 'just scars', he never tried to make him believe that they meant nothing, but to him they were just marks. They covered his body, they weren't pretty, they would never be pretty or handsome or incredibly pleasing to look at, but they were a part of Shino's body that couldn't be helped. And even if it could have been, Shikamaru would have only want them gone if it would have made Shino's life better for him, having already known for some time how the other felt about them.
One of Shino's hands moved up to catch Shikamaru's under his shirt, pausing his actions on both hands. His green-gray eyes flicking back up to those brown ones in a mix of curiosity and mild irritation. He clearly didn't care about what lie under the shirt, or did in a sense that didn't repulse him. Aburame Shino fought back a million things that could happen and a million paranoid thoughts of why Shikamaru would be so willing to have him remove his shirt, "Anyone else would just let me leave the shirt on."
"I'm hoping not just 'anyone' else would be in your bed," the reply was shot back almost as instantly as Shino had finished. He had picked up on the shameful, though silent, implications that only made his reply come that much faster, "if someone can't do what I'm doing now and ask this of you too, then they shouldn't be with you like this…or at all, anyway."
As Shikamaru disliked it when Shino figured out his loopholes, like wise Shino found himself a little displaced when Shikamaru used his logic for these kinds of matters. He was caught between telling Shikamaru to leave it or trying to guilt him into stopping the stupid argument. However, he simply let his hand drop from Shikamaru's. Rather than hesitating, Shikamaru moved his hands to push the other back, tightening his abdomen to pull himself up as well. Shino sat back a little more on the other's legs, keeping his eyes on his face. Light but warm hands traveled up over the scarred flesh, pushing the dark material up to expose it more and more to the bedroom's air.
He closed his eyes as it was pulled over his head, lifting his arms despite the tightening feeling along his entire body in a way that was far from a pleasant one. It was embarrassment and shame, the constant fear of rejection or shock at what was there to see. They were discolored and deformed, his natural skin color was smudged and blended by the scars he fought so hard to hide. It wasn't as though Shikamaru hadn't seen them before, but he found little comfort in even that. A feeling like this, that he lived with his whole life, was far from easily pushed aside. Even by the most understanding of people, it wasn't going to just disappear.
Though Shikamaru had already long since figured that out at the way the other tensed when he even slightly tugged on one of his collars. Noticing the other's eyes were closed didn't hinder him, dropping the shirt off to the side of the bed he leaned forward to kiss just below Shino's collarbone. The other flinched a little, as though he were expecting to be hit, what a troublesome thing to think. A hand raised up to keep him from flinching back as Shikamaru's lips moved warmly against the scarred skin again. He copied the same descent along Shino's body as Shino had his. He didn't move or attempt to jerk back expect for once more when the warm, moist feel of Shikamaru's tongue brushed his skin. Even Shino wasn't entirely sure why. Had he enjoyed the surprise sensation or was he expecting the cruelty of being bitten? His hands stayed at his sides, fisting gently, almost nervously, in the material of the bedspread.
Unwilling to remove the other from straddling his lap, Shikamaru only went down so far before lifting his head up again. Feathering lips brushed over his collarbone, he could feel the other swallowing back his nervousness as he got to the base of his neck. Shino's head tilted against the other's bare shoulder softly, partially opening his eyes. He had never expected to be in a relationship beyond friend ship and Shikamaru had been his chance. Out of this closeness, he hadn't anticipated to receive this care…or was it lack of care?…about his body.
"Thank you," he replied though it seemed more to himself or someone who wasn't there at all he moved to press his mouth to the other's warm shoulder. It wasn't as though he hadn't tried, it had been Shikamaru who had pushed. Doing this because he wanted it, or else he wouldn't have gone through the troublesome task of arguing it.
"You get it now?" he asked, breathing warmly over the scars on his neck. The only answer he received was a press of lips against his own followed by an invading tongue. Before he realized it, he was once again on his back with the other's body hovering above his. Hands moved down to his hips again, holding him to the bed once more. Now hands roamed over his own body, running along the tunneled, rough skin, exploring over the muscles and the few bones that managed to show. His body was far from extremely well toned, but being a Chuunin did apply it's own strain on the physical aspects.
He was tugged down against the body below his. Hesitantly, he lined his form against Shikamaru's. He heard the other sharply and deeply inhale. He tensed, brows furrowing, and moved to pull back once more, only to be lured back with the deepening of the kiss and secure, though not painful, hold downward. His leg pressed more up between the other's, feeling Shikamaru attempt to back his hips against his. He only managed to further work himself against the leg, moaning into Shino's mouth.
A lack of air, kiss broken, Shino moved back to work his way down that body once again. Unlike before, his kisses and nibbles were more fevered. His self control not lost, though having dwindled just a little as he moved down. Shikamaru's hands trailed along his skin, sensations akin to pleasure coursing through his system. He once more dipped his tongue into his navel, practically feeling the suddenly heightened arousal against his leg. He trailed his tongue down in a warm line, biting and brushing along the flesh again softly. The boy under him fought with the hands restraining his hips, back arching in a gentle curve.
Soft fingers lowered down the clothes that remained on the other's lower body. Shifting his leg to remove them completely, the submissive's legs shifting scarcely so they could be shed. Realizing himself fully unclothed, a blush rose to the strategist's cheeks that he struggled to ignore. However, Shino noticed it and moved his hands down along his legs, unsurprisingly yet unusually smooth, leaning down to tenderly tease the area. Not quite touching the undoubting heated groin, but instead intimately playing with the surrounding flesh.
"You're so troublesome!" he scolded as he arched even more from the bed. A line was delicately rolled down his inner thigh as Shino's hands slipped around o squeeze at the back of the other one with the pads of his fingers, pushing them against the sensitive muscle. Shikamaru's fingers tensed at his sides where they had fallen after Shino got beyond his reach. He nearly threw his head back as his body gave a decent spasm of pleasure, his breathing shaken.
The sounds he earned caused Shino's stomach to tighten as well as his own erection to throb, though not painfully. He continued massaging the back of his thigh, switching hands only as his mouth moved, working in reverse, back up towards the other's member. Shikamaru's body took up the consistent shuddering as he gripped the sheets, moaning when a hot breath spread across his groin.
"If you don't…stop being s-ungh…t-troublesome…I'm going…t-to…throw the bottle…at you," he cursed without cursing. He bit back the urge to smirk as he moved back up to take the bottle from the pillow beside the Nara's head. Pausing to press his lips over the other's chastely.
"You can't throw it at me if you can't reach it," he coolly responded. Shikamaru managed to open his unfocused eyes enough to glare slightly in response, though it was hard to take it too seriously through his pants and flushed cheeks.
He moved back to open the bottle and coat his fingers lightly in the lubricant. Immediately, he realized he had bought the kind with the 'warming sensation on contact', lowering his hand own to the entrance to coat it lightly. The other, without needing to be warned, remained relaxed, that was simply common sense for the both of them. Slowly, he pressed a digit inside, earning a gasp and a shudder in response. The other tensed for a moment before catching himself and forcing his body to relax again. The feeling surpassed weird, but not in an unpleasant way. He could feel the slight tingle of the warming sensation along his skin, only furthering the throb of his erection.
Shino didn't hesitate to enter the second, widening the hole further. Shikamaru's body jerked, hands tugging on the sheets in a manner that was nearly anxious. A hand moved to his hip to hold him while the muscle was sensually worked to relaxation despite the tautness of the rest of his body. His already spaced breathing became even more pant-like as a strained groan emitted from his throat, unable to get fully through his clenched jaw and closed mouth, clearly attempting to hid the extent of the 'damage'.
The pads of Shino's fingers pressed and stretched at the inner walls of sensitive muscle, spreading the remaining oil as he did so, determined to keep the inevitable soreness to a minimum. Knowing all too well the damage a careless lover could cause. He removed both digits, leaning forward to support himself above the other, the press of his lips against Shikamaru's alerted the other to movement. His hands shook slightly with the pleasure induced tension as he ran them along the insect-user's sides. They roamed back up to tease lightly at the other's skin, tickling him to a gentle shudder. Seemingly pleased with this, he ran them back down to the still secure waist-line of Shino's pants, positions shifted minimally so Shikamaru could remove them, officially dubbing the task troublesome.
Aburame Shino's body gave another slight shiver at the exposure of cooler air against his lower regions. A warm, calloused but gentle hand brushing over the already hot skin hardly helped him to keep control. He broke the kiss with a soft gasp, tipping his head down against the other's shoulder as he slowly moved his hand back up over his stomach and gradually higher, lowering himself back to the bed.
He kept himself supported above the other with his arms locked on either side of the lithe chest below him. He lifted his head partially to glance to Shikamaru's face, surprised when hazed eyes were already there to meet his. The look was nothing short of incredibly need now, but in being allowed to see that look so clearly, without hesitation, fear, or worry…gave a great show of trust as well. The question at his lips was erased and replaced with the pull to kiss the other's soft lips. A pull that he gave into without question.
It lingered for a few moments before he swayed his hips forward, the other's body didn't tense as he pressed forward, finding an almost guided angle as he did so. The body below his stilled, a soft cry of pain and surprise at the unusual feeling. Fingers twitched on the covers, fighting with the rest of his body to keep from tightening around the intrusion. Time given for him to adjust still wasn't enough for him to place it in a like or hated category. As Shino backed away, he wasn't sure what to make of the empty feeling left over. Did he want to moan in urging for it to be replaced or cry out for Shino to stop?
Thankfully, he was sure, Shino didn't wait to press into him again. He silenced the sound at a squeak as the deepness of the angle made his back arch as though a switch had been hit. The awkwardness of the first push was well eclipsed by the zinging sensation of the second. He turned his head to gasp, breaking the kiss rather unceremoniously, though Shino didn't seem bothered. He lowered his head down to kiss and bite affectionately along his neck. At the third enter, Shino began to find a pattern for thrusting into the other that rapidly increased in both pressure and speed.
Shikamaru's hands sought out something more solid to grasp onto, head swirling as his body was further and further pushed by his boyfriend. He moved them above his head to grip at the top of the headboard, wishing he had slightly longer nails to grip with, amongst other things. He barely felt it when his legs were shifted, the only thing that really registered was the sudden intense, full feeling that resulted from the shift in position. He moaned, arching and nearly balancing completely on his head as it tilted back. The form above his own shivered at the brush of heated contact as well as the tight motion against his member. He pulled away from Shikamaru's neck to bite back a soft groan, closing his eyes tightly. The other attempted to relax back against the bed, though the deep thrusts seemed to make this impossible completely.
He continued to angle himself for deeper thrusts while attempting to keep control for any unenjoyable sounds to be heard. The younger boy's body kept up with it's quivering, sounds of undoubtable pleasure becoming more strained as his instincts became lost in the current of pleasure. Usually strategic and thought-out moves had become increasingly more fevered and wild. What soreness that would come from this was lost in the far back of his mind. He struggled to come to some form of grip on reality, but the only grip he held was one the headboard - so tight his hands would be creased on the palms.
Upon shifting himself slightly in an unconscious motion to get himself closer, he was shocked to his climax as the other struck the tender prostate deep inside him. Far too swimming in the sensation, he could only grip the headboard tighter and moan as he came. His back arching in a stunning and shapely curve. Perspiration lined his forehead and temples beside his almost painfully tight closed eyes. Every nerve had been hit by the sudden high, and he was left helpless to even trying to relax back once again.
As the other came, Shino felt the already tight walls apply even more of that delicious pressure around him. Though he didn't manage the same time as the other, he released only a short while after. Achieving the same feeling so hard, his arms were shaking from the effort of not collapsing onto the form below his. Unlike Shikamaru, he managed to remain mostly quiet, save for a gasp and low groan he fought to keep in his chest. The Nara finally seemed able to relax back to the bed in something of a panting heap, Shino's body still quivering as he withdrew. A gentle sound that couldn't be placed in the pain category over the almost disappointed one was audible from Shikamaru's slightly parted lips.
The sheets were twisted slightly as well as the blanket having been pushed off mostly to one side of the bed. He knew he would need to get these washed, but also acknowledge that Shikamaru's abdomen was coated. Deciding for the moment, however, that they both could use the chance to catch their breath, he laid smoothly down next to the brunette, tugging one of the sheets up to drape over the two of them, allowing his arm to rest across the other's chest, pulling him a little closer.
"I've never…felt so…unable to…breathe…how…troublesome," he gasped through his panting. Shino smiled at that, leaning over to press his lips to the corner of the Chuunin's mouth, an eye opening in response to look at the other with an expression that was entirely hard to place. Being used to this, Shino didn't take it for the worst despite his usual habits.
Shikamaru felt the other's fingertips brushing along his arm, letting his eyes close he relaxed, reaching for that strain free body that had been achieved after the previous massage. Soon enough, a regular and steady breathing pattern returned to him. The soreness of his behind began settling in as well, unfortunately. He did not want to sit up, let alone worry about a shower or mission. Now he wished they had waited, a bath and a nap would certainly have made the rest of this day more enjoyable than a mission. But he was as sourly aware of the mission as he was the pain as he moved to head for the bathroom, slipping free of Shino's warm hold.
"What a drag," he pouted, much like he used to when being woken up by his mother in the morning to get to the Academy on time. He heard Shino stir to change the sheets behind him as he closed the door. A voice in the back of his head nearly made him ask the other to join him, suddenly lacking severely on the modesty, but he silenced it quickly. If they did that, he was sure he would never get out of here on time. After all, he couldn't have had more than an hour to forty five minutes left and he still hopped to at least get some food in before walking to the village gates. He started the shower and stepped in to let the warm water refresh him back to a clearer state of mind.
He left the bathroom about fifteen minutes later, transparent of mind but still sore in the butt and irritated. The bed had been remade with his clothes folded on the new blanket, Chuunin vest beside them. They were still clean and decent for a mission he decided, getting dressed and adjusting the collar of his turtle neck as he walked for the living room and eventually kitchen. Shino was seated, fully dressed aside from his glasses, at the kitchen table, working his way through a very colorful salad. When Shikamaru gave him something of an annoyed look, he pointed to the microwave with his fork.
The lazy Chuunin retrieved the reheated fish from the microwave as well as the fork on the counter before taking a seat in the chair beside Shino's. Though the room was quiet, it was far from uneasy. In fact, it had to be one of the most enjoyable silences Shikamaru had ever sat through. Much kin to the peaceful quiet when he watched clouds. However, he felt that it needed to be broken eventually, "Doing anything for the rest of the day?"
"I have a trip collecting bugs with my father for a few hours and I may be spending some time with Hinata later," he responded, moving to drop the plates off in the sink. He proceeded to wash them off, hearing the other step up behind him before feeling affectionate arms move around his waist. There was an irritated 'Tch' before Shikamaru's forehead rested against his shoulder.
"Better than a troublesome mission," the shadow manipulator grumbled into the back of his jacket before adding, "I have to go."
Shino sighed, a little disappointment of his own showing through. He turned in the other's arms to put his own hands on the other's hips. He pulled the Nara forward into a kiss, chastely keeping his lips against the other's for a moment before drawing back. Sunglasses not returned to his face yet, he easily met and held the other's gaze before saying softly, "Love you."
"Love you too," Shikamaru responded, leaning up to kiss those lips again gently. He drew back and headed for the door. Shino watched him as he left, a slightly foreboding feeling running over his skin like an unwelcome presence into his conscious. For the first time, he felt like calling after the other.
Be safe.