Kink prompt: Genma is in Suna and working with Gaara for whatever reason anon would like; he's incredibly attracted to the beautiful Kazekage and (for the kink) ridiculously turned on by the sound of his voice.

Bonus points if Genma's never been attracted to a guy before.

Edited 08/26/09 by the lovely Tangled_slinky :3

"Does there seem to be a problem with the choices, Genma?" His voice was like hot chocolate syrup being poured over cool ice cream, turning it into a puddle of goo.

Yeah, Kazekage, I'd like nothing more than to bend you over your desk right there and fuck the shit out of you while you try to read me the dictionary aloud-- I'm sure it would do you some good to relieve the stress and well, let's face it, I've been lusting after you since the moment you said 'Welcome to Suna'. Genma knew that really wouldn't go over well, however. "No sir, there's no problem at all." I wonder if you could keep your composure all the way through my dick sinking in and out, or better yet I wonder if you could say the same things back to me without blushing.

Genma halfheartedly tuned back into the conversation at hand. He had been sent to Suna on a temporary exchange assignment and had unexpectedly found himself working with the Kazekage on an almost personal basis every morning just as the sun rose. Genma shifted, discretely enhancing the slight henge he found himself having to wear to these meetings every morning. It'd be more embarrassing for anyone to find out what exactly the problem was than for him to admit that it was the first time it'd ever happened.

An image of Gaara, clothing tossed haphazardly around the room, lying outstretched on the council table popped into Genma's mind. In his fantasies Gaara was always inexperienced, waiting for Genma to teach him about the physical aspects of release. Genma's hand clenched with the thought of how stroking Gaara would feel against his palm, how his thumb would tease the tip while the other hand cupped his balls. Gaara would be helpless, clutching at Genma's shoulders, eventually moving up to grip his hair as Genma would lean down and bring just the head of Gaara's penis into his mouth, sucking slightly. His head would be thrown back in passion as he came and Genma would suck, trying to wring every drop out he could. Genma, he would cry out, tugging sharply. Genma, Genma.

"Genma?" Genma looked up into green eyes not glazed with passion.

Refusing to show how startled he was at hearing his name in Gaara's honey toned voice he saw that breakfast had arrived. Leaning back to let the waiter put his tray down, he caught the Kazekage's eye and sent him a faint smile. "Rough night last night, I'm so out of it today."

He was so not attracted to men, let alone the Kazekage of Suna. And, Genma argued with himself, he did not get fucking hard at the sound of the man ordering his fucking breakfast. Friendly relations be damned. It might be worth a war if he could just ease the built-up pressure between what he imagined would be a very pale, but taunt, pair of ass checks.

Genma studied the coconut flavored rice crepes in front of him. He'd had this dish for breakfast since the very first day, with honey drizzled on top. He looked up to locate the honey container only and froze in horror. Gaara had ordered a banana with his breakfast this morning.

Memories from last night's fantasy came flooding back. Last night he'd imagined being in a private bathhouse, Gaara talking about more political bullshit and him shoving Gaara to his knees in front of the showers. Gaara's mouth opening in obvious rage, Genma had imaged using that advantage to smack him in the face with his cock. Gaara would stare up at him, confused, mouth opened, when Genma would put the tip in and tell him to "shut up and suck it."

And then he would. Like a champ.

Like Genma's cock was water and Gaara was dying of thirst just outside Suna's walls. Those images solidified for Genma as he saw the red head open his mouth just enough to slide the tip of the banana inside. Covering the moan that escaped his mouth as an appreciation for his meal he hurriedly shoved a forkful of crepes in.

Finishing his breakfast in record time, he stood abruptly. "Sorry, gentlemen, but I need to run back to my quarters before class this morning." Waving a hand as he made his quick escape, he missed the jade eyes that narrowed at his departure.

Moments later, back in his apartments, Genma was tearing at his pants, frantic to get them down. Falling on his knees, he gripped his aching erection and started stroking it frantically.

Images flew through his head. Gaara naked on the bed 2 feet behind him that he hadn't made it to. Gaara crying out, reciting anything, even passages of accords with a voice that almost made Genma come without touching the Kazekage at all. Genma's thumb circled over his leaking tip and imagined it was Gaara's tongue. He pressed hard into the slit, rubbing the underside with this other four fingers.

Leaning backwards on the floor, he braced himself with his other hand and couldn't stop the upwards thrusting motion that he worked himself up into. It just felt better from this position; he could imagine that he was thrusting between white young thighs sitting on his lap.

Arched backwards, the thick cords of his neck bulging with the effort not to cry out, the dam finally burst and he erupted; semen flying through the air, landing in plops on the bare floor beneath. Panting, sweat running off his face, he fell forward onto all fours and noticed an eyeball staring at him from the floor.

A semen covered eyeball. Gingerly he picked it up, settling it on his palm. Wiping the eye with his thumb he wondered what would be in store for him now, as grains of sand smeared into the liquid he wiped off.