Gaara changed out of his clothes quickly. Now clad only in a pair of red boxers he stared at Kiba expectantly. The dog-boy glared back and, with a fierce blush dusting his cheeks, yelled, "T-turn around! I don't want some pervy bastard staring at me while I change."
The smirk on Gaara's face quickly turned into a scowl. In a flash, he had Kiba pinned to a wall, one hand grasping the smaller shinobi's already hardening member and the other tangled in his hair, pulling back his head, and allowing Gaara's tongue easy access to the scarless column of his mate's neck.
Kiba's breathing quickened, the tongue moved to his left ear and teeth brought it into the redhead's mouth.
"Let me g-go! F-fuck" he hissed.
The only response was a soft hand slowly, torturously, stroking him, causing Kiba to breath in sharply.
Fuck, why does this feel so good?! Damn it, I'm not submitting a jerk like him. I refuse to be some docile, weak little uke!
The redhead nibbled at Kiba's earlobe, turning and twisting it with his tongue and occasionally delving into his actual ear.
"FUCK! FUCK! No! S-stop" Kiba whined.
Gaara's hand moved like lightning, setting Kiba's whole body aflame. The teeth left his earlobe and instead the redhead was now facing him, blue eyes to brown.
"Listen to me, and listen good."
He began pumping Kiba even faster, and the smaller man was reduced to a whimpering, squirming mess against his larger partner.
"I am your mate, you will not hid your body from me!"
With that Gaara removed his hand, and, as though nothing had happened, plopped down on the futon, facing the shinobi still stunned against wall.
"Well, hurry up and change."
God, after that how can he even expect me to move? My entire body feels like it's on fire, and I have a raging hard on. How could he leave me hanging like that?! Wait a minute; I don't even want that guy touching me! That bastard's messed with my head. It's a good thing I normally sleep in my boxers and not in the nude like Shino. Oh fuck, bad memories, bad memories! Stop thinking about it!
I'm not sure if he's noticed that he's currently beating his head against the wall but I'll leave that alone. This is a good moment to observe him, while he's not paying attention. My mate, Kiba. He's lean but I felt the muscle under his shirt. He's definitely not lacking downstairs, but he's nothing compared to me. Those eyes, gorgeous brown eyes. I wonder what they'd look like filled with tears of overstimulation? Or maybe clouded with lust? That'll have to wait till later, he may not know it yet, but tonight his ass will be mine.
Kiba managed to change while Gaara was lost in his sex filled train of thought.
Alright, now where will I sleep? I want to be as far away from that perv as possible.
Wait a second. THERE'S ONLY ONE FUTON?! He doesn't seriously expect that I'll sleep with him, right?
"Is something wrong Kiba?" Gaara asked, his gruff voice leaving shivers down Kiba's spine.
The boy blushed a deep crimson, and looking at the wall above Gaara's head, spoke.
"There's, uh, only o-one futon. S-so expect to sleep on the floor mutt!" in a last ditch effort to salvage his pride the last bit came out as an attempt at an order. At this Gaara growled lowly, a warning for Kiba to submit before he got angry.
I won't submit! I don't care what instincts you're trying to appeal too. I refuse to be the submissive!
Kiba growled back, louder than he should've dared. The Chouyukai rose to his feet. Grabbing the smaller boy by the elbow, Gaara threw him down onto the futon.
"It seems," he growled, "that you need to learn who's in charge here" By the last word, the redhead had torn away Kiba's boxers and then there was nothing between Gaara and the entirety of his mate's body. A stream of sand wrapped around Kiba's hands, trapping them behind his back, and suddenly Gaara's tongue was everywhere.
He trailed up Kiba's taut stomach, leaving a path of love bites, and swirling over his navel, before capturing one of the innocently pink nipples between his teeth. Nibbling and sucking, Gaara's right hand quickly snagged the other nipple between his thumb and index finger, working that one as well.
Kiba whined and began trying to escape the sand cuffs. His entire being telling him to tilt his head, a sign of submission, and also because, well, damn if Gaara sucking his neck didn't feel amazing!
Crap, I can't let this guy get to me. I-I won't submit. But god damn it feels so good. It makes me want…Fuck no! No! Stop thinking like that Kiba! He may be your mate but if you submit like this than you're just another pansy uke.
His skin is so soft; you'd think a dog's skin would be rough. Ugh, it feels amazing to be able to dominate him like this. With every bite he belongs to me more and more.
Gaara's mouth and hands left Kiba's chest, and for a moment he simply hovered over the smaller man, staring. The nipples were swollen and red from being played with and the stomach was covered is small bites. Kiba was panting heavily; his cock hard and twitching with need. A heavy blush coated his features.
"Fuck, you look beautiful right now," Gaara groaned, blowing a bit of cold air into Kiba's face, and causing him to flinch.
"B-beautif-ful? I-I ain't no girl y-you pervy g-ginger!"
"Yes, I can certainly see that," the redhead smirked " but now that I'm absolutely positive I'll make sure not to fuck you like one"
Kiba started. Sex? He didn't even understand exactly why Gaara had the power to make him feel good, like no girl ever could, he definitely wasn't sure he could have sex with him. I mean, how exactly was having another man's dick up your ass supposed to feel good?
"Are you aware that you're thinking out loud?"
Kiba's face turned a brighter shade of red than ever before, if that's even possible.
Seriously? If I could facepalm, I would
"Anyway, I'll be sure to give you an answer to that question right now"
"Wait! I-I'm not sure about this…"Kiba's eyes were filled with fear, and Gaara melted instantly.
"Don't worry, I'll make you feel good."
Slipping off his own boxers, Gaara grasped Kiba's calves and placed them on his shoulders, giving the man below a clear view of his 'assets'. Suddenly Kiba efforts to escape the cuffs were renewed.
No fucking way something that big will fit inside me! Hell no! It's freakin' huge!
Having a pretty good idea of what his mate was thinking, Gaara laughed, a husky and sharp sound, prompting Kiba to look up to see what was so funny.
"You'll stretch," the redhead managed to get in between laughs "because you've been marked by me you're body has changed to make being with me easier. You'll stretch and self lubricate."
The boy's confused look only sent Gaara into another fit of laughter. In all that moving around his cock briefly pressed against Kiba's entrance, causing both to gasp. Lust pooled in his groin and, grasping his uke's thighs, Gaara again pressed forward, and, inch by inch made his way inside Kiba. Finally, after what seemed like forever, everything was in, from tip to base.
Holy shit, all of that fit inside of me? It hurts, but it also feels kinda weird. If he moved anymore I think I might die. Maybe if I-
"Does it hurt?" Gaara whispered.
"Huh?"
"Does is hurt?" he repeated.
"Yea bastard, it hurts! And something else-"
Kiba stopped short as a hand caressed the side of his face, "I'm sorry, I would never want to hurt you. Just tell me when it's okay for me to move." Gaara murmured, already straining to keep his self-control.
The inside of Kiba was hotter, wetter, and tighter than any girl could be. It felt amazing to him, and it wasn't fair that his mate wasn't feeling the same way. All Gaara wanted in that moment was to fuck Kiba till all he could say was his name. He wanted him to feel utterly loved and possessed and sated while experiencing the ultimate pleasure and knowing that only his mate could make him feel this way.
"Y-you can move now! N-not like I want you too, but it's the only way I can have peace!"
Gaara smirked, and began to thrust into Kiba slowly looking for one special spot. Once he found it, nothing would stop him. He pulled back and, tilting slightly to the right, slammed forward causing his mate to cry out in both pain and pleasure.
"What was t-that!" the uke panted.
"That's the place I'm going to abuse tonight," was all Gaara said before he began pounding Kiba into the ground.
The feeling was indescribable, Kiba couldn't even think. All that existed was Gaara inside him and the waves of pleasure he was causing. Thrust after thrust all he could do was arch his back and scream Gaara's name.
The room smelled of sweat and sex, which only aroused the two males even more. The larger looked down in satisfaction, seeing that Kiba's eyes were full of frustrated tears. All he could do was writhe and whine under his seme, in this moment he only had the power to feel this pleasure, contribute to it, or end it. Gaara knew that if somewhere between the moans and cries of no and stop Kiba actually meant it, he would cease immediately.
It wouldn't matter how much he needed it, Kiba would always come first, but the dog-boy wasn't crying out in dissent at all, every breath he was taking left his body in the form of pure rapture. Those wide, tear filled, lust clouded eyes stared directly into Gaara's and only went wider when the redhead leaned down and began to kiss the smaller man passionately.
A brief fight for dominance ensued, but Gaara refused to allow Kiba any power, the brunette needed to understand his role in its most crude form. Gaara's tongue swirled around, exploring the new territory until he felt it. Kiba was going to reach his end soon, and he himself wasn't far behind. Breaking the kiss, the larger shinobi leaned over and planted his mouth directly on top of the mating mark. At that exact moment, both men had reached their limit.
Kiba, losing himself in the whirlwind of pleasure, ejaculated hard splattering his face and chest in white.
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck! Ugh, I can feel it. I can feel Gaara's….. It's warm and there's so much. I don't think I can hold it all. I feel so full. It's amazing. It's like I've never been whole until now. God, how is he still climaxing?
Gaara pulled out carefully, and watched as his liquid slowly seeped out of Kiba's entrance.
It's pouring out. Gaara's..…Gaara's cum is pouring out of me. Why does this feel so good? God, I'm disgusting.
The simple sight of his mate breathless below him, covered in both his own and Gaara's cum was enough to make him hard again. But, it was obvious that the uke couldn't handle being fucked like that again. Instead, the Chochyukai set himself to the task of cleaning Kiba. Using his tongue, Gaara lapped up every drop of cum and sweat from his mate's body, including his leaking entrance. After grabbing the somehow unsoiled sheet, he wrapped an arm around Kiba and covered them both.
"Still wondering who's dominant here?"
Gaara could almost feel the heat from Kiba's angry blush, and thanked the gods that he couldn't fully understand what his mate was mumbling. After all, he was still hard and angry sex was the best sex.