Title:
Oral Fixation
Fandom: Naruto
Couple: Naruuga -
Neji/Naruto/Hinata
Challenge: #2 Kisses
Rating:
At least R, if not NC-17
Summary: The thing Hinata loves
most about her relationship? It's all about the kisses.
If Hinata was ever asked what the one thing she liked most about being with Naruto and Neji is, she knew exactly what she'd say. The kisses, of course, she'd calmly state. It was their kisses, and her kisses, that she cherished most of all. The simplicity and the intimacy. Just a single kiss to make her smile, make her blush, or even make her moan. She even had examples.
Like the day she had cried, because Father had tried to coerce her into ending her relationship with Naruto. She had sat, sobbing, on the edge of the Hyuuga compound, curled up in a tight little ball. But then Naruto had come by looking for her, and taken her small dainty hand in his, larger and rougher but so warm, and then he kissed her palm, then her wrist. And that was all it took to make her smile again.
Gentle kisses, soft caress of lips against skin or lips against lips. Soft, loving, sweet. But there were passionate kisses. Hot and forceful and hungry with lust. The kind of kisses that Naruto had given to her later, claiming her mouth as his while she pressed her body flush against his, both itching to peel away the barriers of clothing. There were times she ached to feel that again, to taste him again, and made sure to kiss him like that every time they made love. Him and Neji both.
Neji didn't normally kiss like that, of course. They had never just made out like horny teenagers, even though they were. He was restrained, and he was refined. But he was tender, too, and shivers ran down her spine with just the thought of the kisses her trailed across her neck, and her chest, and down her stomach to the burning heat between her legs. He was not a passionate kisser, but that did not mean he didn't know how to use his mouth. His tongue could do things to her she never thought possible when it was just her and Naru.
Of course, she didn't solely enjoy the kisses the two men gave her. She found nothing more pleasing to the eye than the two of them kissing over her shoulder while they filled her up, the three moving in a smooth, powerful rhythm, her two lovers knowing instinctively just how to move and just when to do it. Climax would come, and then they would collapse together in a heap of sweaty, happy bodies, and Hinata would kiss all the skin she could reach. Just to taste them one last time before sleep claimed her mind.
Love, for Hinata, could be summed up solely in kisses. Tenderness and affection, or passion and need. Both could ring true, even together at the same time.
