Masked-Writer-In-Disguise: Well, this is just a little drabble that I think was supposed to be a larger fic, but turned into this… A short little thing, but hey, at least I'm still alive…
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters represented in this fiction. I make no money off of this, yada, yada, yada… y'all know how it goes by now…
Inspiration: Sunday Morning- Maroon 5
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Sunday Morning
By: Masked-Writer-In-Disguise
Kiba's head burrowed against Kankurou's chest. It was so warm and smelled good and the other teen just didn't want to move. He was far too comfortable here, tangled in the sheets, blankets and each other's legs. Everything was warm and the rain was beating out its own rhythm against the roof and windows. It was the perfect way to wake up on a Sunday.
Well, almost perfect' perfect would be waking to Kankurou's blow jobs. They were always amazing.
Kankurou shifted and pulled the dog-loving man closer, running his hands down hips, across ass, up spine, down chest, down legs and found the prize, half hard. Kiba moaned and kissed the bare skin he was pressed against. His knee was hooked and pulled up so that he could feel Kankurou's morning wood pressed against him and pushed back against him, making the construction worker moan.
"You gonna fix my problem, Mutt?" the older man asked, half teasing, half serious.
"'M thinkin' 'bout it… not sure you've earned it…" Kiba replied and made no indication that he was going to move, other than to roll his hips forward.
Another groan; Kiba smirked.
"Keebs, you're such a fucking tease!"
"I know." Gray eyes opened and met Kankurou's green.
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Masked-Writer-In-Disguise: I just hoped you enjoyed it.