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His mark is exposed, and Anko dips forward, kissing the mark with her lips. She kisses each point, each curved line, slowly and carefully as if she were picking out the delicate seams of something being torn asunder.
Kimimaro's eyes are closed, but his mouth is softly open; Anko is pleased to see his mouth a small pleasured 'o' as she runs her fingers through the tangles of his hair. Slowly, she bends forward, dropping a small kiss on the side of his jaw, the slope of his shoulder. She nuzzles the side of his face and kisses the corners of his eyes.
Kimimaro's lips part, and softly Anko slides her tongue inside. She feels his breath hitch as her arms press around his shoulders. Her breasts are crushed up against his chest, and their hips lock together; she gasps a little whens he feels his hardness scrape against her clitoris, pressing up against her through the fabric of her clothes.
Gently, she guides him toward her bed, leaning him backwards so that she's lying on top of him, kissing him and grazing his skin with her lips. She sighs a little as she feels his hands rest flat against her hips, pressing her against him. The kiss deepens; Anko rocks her hips, grinding her clitoris against Kimimaro's erection. It feels good, he feels good, and almost desperately she grinds against him, gathering his shoulders and hugging him, close.
She kisses his neck, buries her nose into his skin, which is warm and pale beneath her hands. Slowly she pushes up his hakama, baring his shoulders and chest; dipping low, she drops small kisses down his abdomen, the crest of his hip, until finally she tugs down the last vestiges of his clothes and takes his erection into her hand.
Kimimaro groans. Anko's eyes slide upwards, pleased to see his head fall back and his jaw fall slack. Gently, she takes him into her mouth, sucking deeply. Her tongue swirls the underside of his glans, and she feels Kimimaro press a trembling hand against the crown of her head. Anko's eyelids flutter, and she feels Kimimaro gently guiding her head. She inhales and tries to take him deeper, reveling in the muted taste of salt, in the way his muscles tense and in the small, desperate sounds coming from Kimimaro's throat.
"Stop," Kimimaro says. His voice is strained. "Stop, stop..."
Anko rises, hands pressing against his chest. Kimimaro tugs at her shirt, kissing the space behind her ear. Her shirt falls without preamble, clothes slowly being peeled away.
Kimimaro's eyes are like bruises when he leans her backwards onto the bed, calloused hands tracing small circles onto her breasts. It's his turn to kiss her now, kissing the side of her neck and then the line of her clavicle. He nuzzles the soft curve of her breast, then takes her nipple into his mouth.
Anko arches back, moaning softly. He suckles on her, and dizzily she feels his fingers gently slide into her entrance. She's wet and his fingers slip inside her easily. She can barely think, she's overwhelmed with sensation, and Kimimaro leisurely switches from one breast to the other, suckling her nipple and then just barely grazing the taut peak with his teeth.
Anko gasps, and Kimimaro smiles. He has done something useful, and Kimimaro looks pleased. Wordlessly, he lowers himself between her legs, and slowly, painstakingly, introduces his tongue into her slit. Anko lets out a low, pleading whine, and Kimimaro slides his tongue against her clitoris. He licks her in a devastating rhythm, slow and unhurried, suckling on her clitoris until Anko is shaking.
Anko's hands flutter uselessly by her sides, until landing on Kimimaro's shoulders. Her fingers dig into his skin, and Kimimaro takes that as a cue to pull himself upright. Her eyes meet his, and she can't help but think how beautiful he is, how lost. Silently, she wraps her legs around his waist, urging him to move forward.
And he does; she feels him pressing the blunt end of his cock against her opening. Anko breathes and Kimimaro slides inside her easily, gasping a little at the sensation.
And then he begins to thrust.
Anko pants against his shoulder, wrapping her arms around his back and squeezing her eyes. He feels good; everything feels good. He's hitting that spot, that perfect spot where everything falls to the background and there's nothing but sex and sensation, the feel of Kimimaro deep inside her, his face pressed against her shoulder and his breath hot against her skin.
She's like a string pulled taut and ready to snap; she clutches at his arms, spurring him on until everything rises and she bursts, the strength of her orgasm threatening to snap her into two. It's not long until Kimimaro comes as well, collapsing against her and pulsing deep inside her.
Outside, the moon is covered by a fine haze, making streaks of shadows on the floor. Kimimaro is asleep. Gently, Anko brushes back a strand of hair, looking out the window. Through the glass, she sees nothing but endless dark, the cloud-cover hiding the stars.
Absently, she trails her fingers across his cheek, and when she glances down again, she sees him start to smile.