Just treat it as your own.
Kankurou's fingers crept lower, slipping under the waistband of Kiba's pants. His eyes were narrowed in concentration. Ofcourse his skillfull fingers never had failed him, but he had never satisfied another guy with those except himself.
And he felt Kiba tense up under him. Damn, the mutt had to relax!
"Just relax, Kiba" he whispered in his ear. "I won't hurt you...just trust me...". Being calm and patient never had been Kankurou's thing but for Kiba he really wanted to give it a try.
He gave the Inuzuka a small kiss before his fingers curled gently around his member.
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Kiba gasped loud, eyes widening for a second. Still he was afraid, nervous and there was still a fair amount of him that just wished that Kankurou would stop with what he's doing. But somehow the puppeteer made him feel powerless.
A hand tilted his head around so he was facing the Sand ninja. The expression on his face was strangely different. Kankurou was obvious someone who wasn't used to treat people in a more careful way.
Once again lips nipped his and he could feel his heartbeat speed up. Then the kiss became deeper and more forceful, the type of kiss only Kankurou could give. The kiss he had grown to like more then he wanted to in the first place.
Whatever Kiba was thinking or trying to think for that matter, Kankurou completely oblivirated those thoughts with a mindblowing kiss. And every little doubt that was possibly left got nullified by the Sand ninja's hand between his legs. It began moving now in a slow up and down manner.
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The Inuzuka slowly gave in underneath him. Arms had wrapped around his neck now, he could hear small moans erupting from Kiba's throat and the best thing of all was the way how his hips started to move against his hand.
He wanted this. And that was all Kankurou needed to know right now.
His eyes narrowed a bit when he decided to speed up the movements of his hand between the other's legs. And maybe he didn't had the sharp sense of smell as Kiba did but his nose could easily detect that faint mixture of sweat and sex. A corner of his mouth curled up before he silenced the Inuzuka's small whiny moans by covering his mouth with his own, kissing him deeply.
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The fact that there was anothers man hand stroking his member that way was a bigger turn on then he'd ever expected.
"It's nice..." Kiba heard himself murmur against Kankurou's lips.
"That's good to hear...you had me doubting.." the puppeteer replied before changing those lazy strokes to a sudden firm and quick kind of pace. And he could clearly see the grin on Kankurou's face grew wider.
Kiba gasped and squirmed while trying to focus on Kankurou's face that was so close to his own.
It was strange. Kankurou definetly wasn't a handsome man, he lacked the fine features his brother had. But yet, for Kiba this was what he wanted. Compared to Gaara, Kankurou was a man. He was rude, and most of the time quite an asshole, he was much broader and rougher in whatever he did.
And that was exactly the thing that turned Inuzuka Kiba on. If he was going to give in to someone's hand then it had to be Kankurou's.
Kiba's hands settled onto Kankurou's shoulders, holding on firm while that hand did miracles down there.
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Kankurou brushed his lips along the skin of Kiba's neck, just for the sake of one extra gasp or a moan out of that mouth. It felt like that pushy little mutt was melting away right under him. He felt how Kiba's body shook after every stroke he applied to the hard length in his hand.
"You're close?" he asked, smirking more then ever while he felt Kiba's hips roll against his hand.
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Kiba was very close. He just couldn't stop moaning or moving anymore. In his world there was only Kankurou, and that fantastic hand of him. He even spread his legs a bit more to give the puppeteer a little bit more access.
And maybe that had also the cause why he didn't heard the door of his room opening up, or smelled the familiar scent of his mother.
It was the sudden stop of Kankurou stroking him that brought him right back to earth.
And he just whimpered softly when that hand finally left him, leaving him with a painful erection that was far from comfortable.
Oh yes, and there was his mother was standing in the middle of his room. Eyes wide, lips firmly pressed onto eachother. The look on her face said enough:
Inuzuka Tsume wasn't pleased with finding her only son in a bed together with a foreign ninja who was just busy with giving her little Kiba a handjob.