Hinata tore off Gaara's robe, exposing his defined muscles below his black chainmail fishnet thingy that Naruto characters wear. Gaara's hands squeezed Hinata's ass as he held her up against the wall. Hinata jumped at the feel, and her pelvis rubbed against Gaara's in such a perfect way that he could not contain a deep, gravelly moan.
Hinata like the way it sounded, and rubbed against him harder, "Gaara," she moaned quietly into his ear, so that her breath fell across his bare collarbone.
Gaara groaned at the beautiful sound of his name falling from her lips. He had never heard anything sound so good, especially not his own name. But coming from Hinata's perfect, small, full lips, Gaara suddenly liked the sound of his name. He liked it so much that Hinata felt a sudden pressure against her pelvis, and she moaned happily in satisfaction. I've never made a guy hard before, Hinata thought to herself, pleased.
Gaara was amazed as well, amazed that her cheeks were flushed, her lips trembled, and her moans grew louder and louder. He was amazed that he had caused all of this. Hinata bit her lip in attempt to hold back her moans, but Gaara missed the sound. He pulled away slightly, and then roughly pushed back against Hinata, hard, but not hard enough to hurt. Hinata gasped in surprise at how much pleasure she felt. She never knew a feeling like this was even possible. Her entire body tingled, but mainly her clit. The spaces where Gaara's skin pressed against hers were so pleasantly warm that she wished she could sleep with that feeling. He was better than any blanket. But at the current moment, sleep was the furthest thing from Hinata's mind.
Hinata's hands grasped at Gaara's back, his shoulders, his arms. He wanted to touch her everywhere too, but he couldn't in this position, so he laid her down carefully on the floor. In that moment of transition Hinata had time to think a single thought, Oh god what am I doing? But then a devilish grin spread across Gaara's face, and Hinata's mind was once again focused on her perfect, mischievous Gaara.
Gaara grabbed Hinata's wrists, and lifted them above her head. Hinata struggled against him, wanting to run her fingers through his soft auburn hair again. But instead of letting her go, Gaara lightly kissed down her neck, slowly along her collarbone, between her perfect breasts as they rose and fell quickly due to her fast breathing. Then he kissed further down her belly, and then looked up at her seductively.