Chapter 16: Confronted
"Kiba… I… I'm kinda nervous…" I could not believe I was uttering such a statement. In truth, I had suddenly started to feel a little overwhelmed, and became anxious. "Naruto, it's ok, I'm a little nervous too." He blushed a bit, but kept a reassuring and calming expression. I began to feel a little bit at ease realizing he too was nervous, I guess it's normal. "Ya know…" Kiba began, "we don't have to continue, there's no need to rush… it's kinda the heat of the moment getting to us…" he sounded confident in his sudden statement, but he also seemed to be making such a bold decree to be kind, just in case I was not ready or the like. Suddenly, I found my gaze gravitating to his prime piece, it glistened with the juices of passion, it was still as hard as tempered steel, and I then traced my gaze back to Kiba. Thinking for a moment, to process the new data, I began to gain a mischievous smirk upon my face, "Well it's very sweet of you to be so forward like that Kiba, but… It looks like parts of you are still needing release." He began to sweat a little, then proceeded to dart his gaze away from me to the floor, I could see the wheels spinning at break neck speed. "Ummm… Well… Ya see… I kinda… Sorta… Ya know… Want to do it… But I want us both to want to… And for us to both be ready…" he was still looking away while relaying his feelings of the current situation to me, as if he were ashamed that he was wanting to have sex. "Kiba, its ok I want to do it, I'm ready, and there is no need to be ashamed." He finally met my eyes once again he was visibly reassured by my words, he moved in closer, wrapping his warm strong arms gently around me and whispered "Ok." Kiba began kissing my neck tenderly, softly, sensually, and seductively and it sent pulses of pleasure throughout my being. I withdrew him, and placed a kiss upon his lips, and slowly we descended upon the bed we would then make the landmark of our union. We melded together in passion and love, becoming one, pleasuring and being pleasured, bonded by the adhesive of sexual and emotional desire, culminating in the ultimate experience, the simultaneous burst of ecstasy.
It was dark, I felt my eyes to be so heavy I assumed it impossible to open them, but alas they finally did. Warm arms held me in close, holding me, protecting me, shielding me from ever leaving the warmth of the one who lie with me. The clock face which glowed before my eyes read 2:18 AM, my parents were home from work, I thought, usually we would have had dinner shortly after their return, however this had not occurred, I guess it's because they wanted me to have some alone time with Kiba and left me to do as I required. I gave a small, barely audible yawn, I felt myself become more cognizant of the things around me, it was then that I felt Kiba slowly and delicately inhale and exhale just inches from the back of my neck, it was a strange, yet oddly reassuring sensation. I found myself thinking of the current position we shared to nice, but yet so strange when compared to the one we had shared just prior. The sensation, the feeling was beyond words, we, Kiba and I, had shared a singular form, joined together in passion, an almost indiscernible blur between our existences, where one began and the other ended seemed not to be a part of reality when we joined in the union of love making. It was all strange to me, how being the way we are now when compared to how we were are so very different, but so similar, but also, I had this feeling, this strange presence in my mind, something more than a feeling, more than a sensation, it felt like a weight, or change. I shifted a little, I suddenly felt off, like I wasn't how I was supposed to be.
I carefully moved Kiba's arm, and slipped away from his warm embrace like a phantom specter. I shuffled silently toward the bathroom, I made great effort in closing the door as quietly as possible so as not to disturb my sleeping lover. I flicked on the light, and proceeded to trudge toward the mirror, I rubbed my eyes in an effort to revitalize them, feeling them grow more limber and lighter I traced the naked form in the reflection, a body that was not just my own, but that of my love. I then focused my sight upward to look upon my face, what I found was not something I was ready for, however… My face, it had upon it a look, feel, and energy that was different that had been. Something was different, something had changed, I had changed. My eyes, my radiant blue eyes, appeared as a cold, hardened steel blue. I jolted backwards, shocked by this revelation, in full view of the mirror, I could see more clearly, I had in fact changed. The aura around me, I could see it, however, it was not a tangible existence, and it was different. It was as if my being had darkened from the amalgamation of Kiba and I as we consummated our love. It frightened me, though I had seemed different, I felt oddly the same with the exception of just having sexed it up. It was almost as if this change had not yet happened, but yet was blooming, like a flower. I felt a sinking sensation, as if I was going to face something I was not ready for. I quickly turned on the faucet and violently splashed water on my face to clear my mind and usurp the hold of the feeling over me. I closed my eyes, in an attempt to rend the thoughts of my mind like the light tears away the dark with the rising of the sun. I was breathing heavier, but I had freed myself, I turned off the water, and did not meet my own gaze in the mirror, I turned and left the bathroom to return to the arms of Kiba.
Morning broke, I was spooned up with Kiba, happily the little spoon at this time, with the exception of a stiff bar of thick flesh attempting to find its way into me. Kiba still lay asleep, still in the position I had left him in, he had seemed not to notice my venturing away in the middle of the night at all. I slowly shifted my way around, to be able to look my man in his sexy eyes as he awoke. Facing him now, Kiba's hard staff had altered its position from attempting to make port in me, to meeting my own swollen morning member, tip to tip. I shook away the flood of sexualized content that began to pour into my mind, and leaned in to wake my prince charming. He remained asleep as my lips press against his, so I moved in my hand to pull his face in closer, he slowly opened his eyes, I felt a smile form upon his lips, and he then drew me in closer to solidify our kiss. As we both sat up and stretched we shared a little clichéd morning greetings typical of the morning after a couples first time, then proceeded to share a morning shower together, of course with a little play and laughter while we still were on high.
Our shower was refreshing, we then clothed ourselves, and jotted downstairs for breakfast. Upon arrival in the kitchen, a note was made apparent, vibrant and colorful in a pink hue radiated as if divinely guiding all attention to itself. The note read: "Had early shifts. You boys heat up the breakfast in the fridge, no skipping the most important meal of the day! Have fun today! – Mom and Dad." I then thought back to when I woke up earlier this morning and figured they were allowing me to have my own personal alone time with Kiba, now gazing at the note I realized they intentionally took early shifts to let us have the house to ourselves. So, Kiba and I warmed up the bountiful spread of eggs sunny side up, scrambled eggs, sausage, bacon, and bagels, and added in the sweet cold taste of orange juice to the mix to complete the feast. After a filling meal Kiba and I then mulled over what it was that we were to do next, it seemed so simple at that point in time, but soon enough that was to change, for the flower was about to bloom, revealing its petals of despair.