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Shikamaru undid the button on Neji�s pants,
and reached up to unbutton Neji�s shirt from the uppermost button. The soft
cotton of his lilac shirt draped lovingly over his chest as Shikamaru exposed
more of its expanse. When he was finished with the buttons on the front of the
shirt, he moved to the cuffs, lifting each of Neji�s hands in turn and smiling
as he rubbed his lips over the knuckles of Neji�s left hand.
Neji returned the smile, trapped by the
moment, enjoying the sensation of Shikamaru�s hands running up the sleeves and
over his shoulders. Shikamaru followed the open front down Neji�s chest until
his hands rested briefly over Neji�s pants, then gripped the soft cotton of his
shirt to tug it free from Neji�s plum-coloured pants.
Neji pressed his hands to the couch
cushions and lifted his hips off the couch to help Shikamaru remove his pants.
Shikamaru followed the pants down his legs, dropping a kiss on his thighs as
his knees hit the floor. He removed Neji�s shoes and socks, then slipped the
pants off Neji�s legs and left them in a messy pile on the floor.
Shikamaru smiled playfully as he kissed up
Neji�s leg. Neji shuddered slightly when Shikamaru kissed the side of his knee.
Still kneeling, Shikamaru�s head found its way to Neji�s groin and his wetted
lips sought Neji�s cock.
A hand under his chin stopped him. Neji
pulled Shikamaru�s head up and used his other arm to pull Shikamaru�s torso
back up. Shikamaru whined softly for being denied the pleasure of Neji in his
mouth, but Neji would not let him sink back to his knees.
Shikamaru settled on his lap at the
insistence of his hands, facing Neji but not meeting his eyes.
It was too soon, still too tenuous for
Shikamaru to see his desires reflected back at him in Neji�s eyes. He�d given
in, tonight, but pushing him too far, too fast, would shatter the fledgling
bonds between them.
Neji wished it wasn�t � Shikamaru�s chest
was flushed crimson from the intensity, the fire in his veins. Neji felt the
heat burning through Shikamaru�s skin as if it were a rush of blood through his
own veins. He�d give more than he should to see Shikamaru�s eyes right now, to
see them glazed with lust and trust, half-lidded and devouring the forbidden.
He would have to content himself with the
feel of the flushed skin on his own, the ghosting breaths that played over his
shoulder as Shikamaru tipped his head to the side and panted and the musical,
melodic sounds of Shikamaru falling apart and being rebuilt under his palms.
He would own the firm, tanned body of his
submissive, but he would have to earn it, have to lure Shikamaru to him before
he could bind him. This night was bait and lure, Shikamaru�s first taste for
true abandon. Neji planned to have him so addicted to the sweet freedom of
Neji�s embrace he�d beg Neji to have him wherever and however he desired.
�Four times you�ve disobeyed me tonight,
and four times you will be punished for your disobedience. I will spank you
once for each infraction. Understood?�
�Yes, Neji-sensei.�
�Good, now ��
Shikamaru turned, ass up, over on Neji�s
lap. His arms rested beside Neji�s right thigh, and his knees a few inches to Neji�s
left and his smooth and perfectly-formed rear facing Neji enticingly.
Neji blinked, stunned by the tanned behind
presented so beautifully over his lap. Gods, that�s hot. He shook his
head to dislodge images that sprang up like automated targets. Spanking
Shikamaru, pushing his fingers into the tempting hole, images of a flushed,
moaning Shikamaru rocking back on him and taking more of his cock, these were
pushed aside for the plan.
�Shikamaru, what are you doing?�
�You�re going to spank me, right?�
Shikamaru looked over his shoulder at Neji and wiggled his ass. �So, this is
spanking position, isn�t it?�
�Five,� said Neji.
Shikamaru�s brows furrowed. �Five?�
�Yes, Shikamaru, you will now be spanked
five times for your disobedience.�
Shikamaru shot up on his knees and turned
his torso to face Neji. �Why?�
�I didn�t tell you to stick your backside
up at me.� Neji gripped Shikamaru�s left forearm with his right hand and pulled
Shikamaru to sprawl inelegantly on his lap. Confused, Shikamaru tried to make
eye contact, but was ignored. He tugged the younger man�s hips forward and
blocked Shikamaru�s arms against his body with his own.
Neji leant forward over Shikamaru�s shoulder
and made sure his feet were flat to the floor. Shikamaru followed the movement,
bending slightly at the midsection to see what Neji was looking at.
Shikamaru was now positioned between Neji�s
thighs, with Neji�s feet on the outside of his own. Neji pulled Shikamaru�s
weight back onto himself and pressed forward to where there was a gap between
their shins and the couch. He then lifted Shikamaru up so his ass was bracketed
by Neji�s thighs, about halfway down their length. Shikamaru struggled against him
but Neji grappled him again with this left arm diagonally across his chest.
�Do you want six?�
Shikamaru froze. He wasn�t in control here
� Neji was.� Neji didn�t have to tell him
what he was doing. Neji could do what he wanted, within the confines of the
contract. Shikamaru could use his safe words if he didn�t like it.
He turned to look at Neji, impassive, cold
Neji, whose eyes burned with passion and voice stroked him like his elegant
fingers. �I�m sorry, Neji-sensei.�
Neji grunted softly in reply and pulled
Shikamaru�s knees open to rest over his own. Neji shifted his knees forward,
widening the gap between his calves and the couch. Neji hooked Shikamaru�s feet
with his shins and opened Shikamaru�s legs wider, so the younger man�s knees
were bent out over his thighs. He pulled his feet back towards the couch,
trapping Shikamaru�s shins between his calves and the couch. Shikamaru was
spread-eagled on his lap, his feet hooked around his calves and hips balanced
precariously on his thighs.
Shikamaru blinked. Neji shifted his hips parallel
to the seat and Shikamaru fell forward; he used his hands on Neji�s knees to
regain his balance.
Neji smirked. Shikamaru was in the perfect
position, just as he�d planned. �Shikamaru, lean back and rest your head on my shoulder.�
Shikamaru leant back, his hands still on
Neji�s knees to keep balance. Halfway to his goal, his center of gravity
shifted. He paused at the midpoint, his abdominal muscles burning with the
strain.
Neji raised his hands to Shikamaru�s back
and took his weight against them. �I�ve got you - just lean back.�
Shikamaru let go of Neji�s knees and closed
his eyes. Neji guided his tanned submissive to his upper chest and hooked his
chin over Shikamaru�s shoulder. His hands, released from their burden, drifted
over Shikamaru�s back, over his waist, and came to rest around his middle.
�You will be spanked, five times, on the
inner thigh for your disobedience.�
Shikamaru nodded, his breathing controlled
and muscles of his back forcefully relaxed. Neji smiled gently as he took
Shikamaru�s earlobe into his mouth and nibbled.
�Put your hands on your stomach.�
Shikamaru placed his hands on his stomach,
palm to skin. They rested lightly on his skin, one over the other, thumb of his
right hand touching the pinky of his left. They covered his stomach from his
belly button to his lower ribs and allowed him no protection from Neji�s
wandering hands.
Neji ran his hand up the naked length of
Shikamaru�s left thigh. He rolled his thumb over the soft, curled hairs that
littered Shikamaru�s skin, and then traced his fingertips down the inside of
his thigh. Shikamaru inhaled sharply as Neji�s palm flattened against his skin.
He lifted his hand six inches, diagonally
from the Shikamaru�s inner thigh, and brought it back down with resounding thwack.
Shikamaru flinched at the impact, his hands
tightening on his stomach as though it would absorb some of the impact.
�That�s one.�
Neji�s�
traced the red outline of his fingers over Shikamaru�s skin. Shikamaru�s
head turned slightly to follow the movement with his eyes.
The second blow fell from Neji�s right
hand, meeting the soft flesh of Shikamaru�s right inner thigh as his left hand
stroked the tingling skin. Shikamaru arched against him, spine bending like a
bow away from Neji�s chest as the pain of the second impact compounded the
first.
Neji tipped a leisurely chin down against
Shikamaru�s shoulder and drew Shikamaru�s earlobe into his mouth again, gently
worrying it between his lips. �That�s two, Shikamaru.�
Shikamaru calmed slightly as Neji nibbled
his ear. Neji�s hands covered the mark on Shikamaru�s thighs briefly, pressing
down to remove some of the sting. Shikamaru wiggled his hips, either trying to
escape the hold or trying to push into it. At this stage, Neji wasn�t sure Shikamaru
knew if he wanted more, or wanted to stop.
He gripped Shikamaru by his thighs and
lifted him back to his chest. The wiggling stopped; Shikamaru stopped
everything, right down to his breathing. The only movement that Neji could
detect was the heavy beating of Shikamaru�s heart.
Shikamaru�s pupils slid across the gap left
by his slitted lids and locked on to Neji with his peripheral vision. Neji�s eyes
remained as impassive as ever, their pupil-less depths giving no hint to their
direction, the smooth planes of his face schooled into his ordinary impassive
expression.
Shikamaru�s pupils flicked, searching
Neji�s eyes for some indication of what was coming next.
Look
out, look out, my pretty submissive.
Neji�s left hand fell once more, beside the
red print on Shikamaru�s left thigh.
Shikamaru�s closed his eyes, and with the
act, severed his last attempts at control. He moaned as Neji stroked his thigh,
and tilted his head to the side so he could brush his cheek against Neji�s
parted lips.
�That�s three. You took that beautifully,
Shikamaru. Two more. Then it�s over.�
Shikamaru nodded against Neji�s drying
lips; Neji wet his lips against the soft skin and dropped a few kisses on the
gentle curve.
His left and
right hands landed on Shikamaru�s thighs, a second apart. Shikamaru jolted, his
entire body tensing before curling on itself, absorbing the impact and shock of
sensation it shot through his body.� He
cried out in pain or pleasure, Neji couldn�t tell over the drumming of his own
heartbeat.
Shikamaru�s hands curled into fists as the
shocks echoed through his body. They landed on his knees as his body convexed.
Neji pinned Shikamaru�s chest to his own, trying to stop the thrashing. Neji
realised his mistake too late � he couldn�t see Shikamaru�s expression.
Neji used one arm to pin Shikamaru and
gripped the thrashing man�s hair with the other. He could use his Byakugan to inspect the expression, but
that could ruin the mood. Should he turn Shikamaru�s face to his? Should he ask
Shikamaru what was wrong?
The gap in his experience had not seemed
large when he�d last done this for Shikamaru. The more he learned, the less he
seemed to know.
�Shikamaru.�
Shikamaru moaned, desolate, and twisted his
head into the crook of Neji�s shoulder.
�Shikamaru � what�s wrong?�
The thrashing continued, as did the moans.
Shikamaru slammed his fists into his thighs.�
Neji damned his own indecision and used his grip on Shikamaru�s hair to
turn the younger man�s face to meet his. Shikamaru�s eyes would tell him. They
always did.
Lust.
Need.
Realisation rushed through him like the hit
of adrenaline that flooded through him when he the fight rested in the palm of
his hand.� He tightened his hold over the
other�s chest and growled lowly. �Don�t come.�
Shikamaru whined; denied release that he�d been fighting so hard not
to give in to.
Neji rested his cheek on Shikamaru�s,
noting the fine sheen of sweat that wasn�t there before the final blows.
�Calm yourself, Shikamaru. That was blow
four, and five. Your punishment is now over.�
�Neji-sensei. Please. I can�t ��
Neji quieted him with lips and hands,
brushing his hands over the quivering stomach and pressing soft lips to
Shikamaru�s parted ones.
�Hush. Take a deep breath.� Shikamaru
obeyed.
Neji�s hands
continued to trace his tan torso, flushed pinkish with blood pumping heavily
through Shikamaru�s skin.
�Your punishment
is over. I forgive you for your disobedience.�
Shikamaru
quieted under the soft brush of Neji�s lips, the gentle touches of his hands.
He panted faintly as he relaxed into Neji�s body. His muscles unwound
themselves, losing their hard, corded feel and allowing his bowed spine to
release into a supple, subtle curve against Neji�s chest.
�You did well, Shikamaru. I�ve very pleased
with how you took your punishment.� Neji traced the fading red on Shikamaru�s
thigh as he spoke. �You may have one of the following as a reward � you can
take my cock in your mouth, or you can allow me to� -Neji�s hips lifted to rub his
cock between the crease of Shikamaru�s behind - �take my pleasure in you.�
Neji�s hand covered Shikamaru�s mouth to
silence the hasty reply.
�If you choose
to take me in your mouth, you will not be allowed to come, before, during, or
at any time, for the duration of this scene. If you choose to let me take my
pleasure in you, you will be allowed to come, but you will not have my cock in
your mouth. Do you understand? You may answer.�
Shikamaru�s nose
curled up and creased lines across his face. �Yes.�
�Which do you choose?�
Shikamaru whined softly and brushed his
cheek against Neji�s. �I need to come Neji-sensei, but I want to taste you.�
�Yes,� said Neji, �I realise it is a
difficult choice for you. Which is more important to you right now?�
Shikamaru dipped his head and hid his face
behind the dark brown locks of his hair. �I want to come.�
Checkmate.
Whether he realised or not, Shikamaru had
made the right choice.
�You want me to take pleasure in your body
and let you come?�
�Yes.�
Neji hid a smile against Shikamaru�s cheek.
�Good. Turn around and face the back of the
couch.�
Shikamaru folded his left shin under his
left thigh, over the outside of Neji�s own thigh. He shifted his body weight to
his left side and rolled his hips so his right leg could be lifted over Neji�s
legs and brought alongside his left, flipping his torso as he did so. Now to
Neji�s left and reverse, he lifted his left knee to climb over Neji�s lap once
more.
Neji�s hand on his thigh stopped him. �That
looked hot, Shikamaru. Stay there. I�ll move.�
Shikamaru nodded as Neji lifted himself off
the couch with his hands. He swung behind Shikamaru and used a knee to open his
legs further. Neji settled himself behind Shikamaru with his cock fitted
lightly between the firm swell of Shikamaru�s ass.
�Lovely, Shikamaru. You look wonderful with
my cock between your cheeks.�
Shikamaru bucked jerkily, his head turned
over his shoulder and panic lacing his eyes.
�Relax,� said Neji firmly, �I will not
penetrate you without your express permission.� He reached over the back of the
lounge and opened his travelling bag. �I�m going to get some lubricant out, so
I can slide my cock easily against you here� � the accompanying thrust between
the cheeks of Shikamaru�s ass left no doubt where �here� was � �but no
penetration. Understood?�
Shikamaru paused. He remained motionless
for the fraction of the second it took for him to process the information. Neji
held his breath while Shikamaru spun the data through constantly spinning
wheels of his thoughts. Neji�s hand remained inside the drawstring travelling
bag until Shikamaru nodded his consent.
Neji dropped a kiss on the fleshy patch
between Shikamaru�s neck and shoulder. �Trust me. I won�t break our contract, OK?�
Shikamaru nodded, whispering, �OK�, almost too quietly for Neji to
hear.
Neji smiled over the patch of skin he�d grown
so fond of and gently bit down. Shikamaru gasped and pushed his hips against
Neji�s groin.
�You like that? Can you take a bruise
there, a love bite from me?�
Shikamaru nodded, his breath speeding up in
anticipation.
Neji braced his right arm over Shikamaru�s
right shoulder and threaded the fingers through the hair gracing the left side
of his head. He sank his teeth into the soft skin between shoulder and nape,
biting down and sucking until there was a noticeable mark. Shikamaru�s breath
hitched as he worried the spot. He moaned as Neji released it, the blood
pouring into the area and making it glow red over the tan of Shikamaru�s skin.
�You look luscious with my mark,
Shikamaru.�
Neji slid his hand from the tangle of hair
and down the side of his neck, palm open to catch most of the beautiful skin.
He continued down across Shikamaru�s pectoral muscle, grazing his nipple, and
over his sternum. He curled his hand over Shikamaru�s taut stomach, flipping it
over so he could run his fingers over the slight slips that warned of hard
abdominals.
Shikamaru curved upwards into the touch and
grabbed the back of the couch to steady himself. The action shifted him closer
to the cushion at the back of the couch and created an unacceptable gap between
Neji�s cock and Shikamaru�s ass.
Ever the opportunist, Neji took a moment to
uncap the lubricant one-handed and drizzled the slick liquid between the crease
of Shikamaru�s ass. His other hand found the thatch of coarse, twisted curls that
heralded Shikamaru�s cock. Neji played with the locks as he dropped the bottle
of lubricant to the couch and dripped the fingers of his other hand between
those tempting cheeks.
�Did you think about me while you touched
yourself? Did you pinch your hot little nipples? Did you think of me fucking
your mouth while you pinched them?�
�Yes, Neji-sensei, oh god.�
�Pinch them, pinch them now. Do you like
it?�
Shikamaru moaned loudly as he pinched his
nipples. �Neji-sensei, it hurts.� Shikamaru whimpered but kept pulling and
pinching at his nipples.
�If it hurts, then why are you doing it?�
Shikamaru�s head dropped back to Neji�s
shoulder, leaning his weight on the older man, and tilted upward so his lips
almost caressed the underside of Neji�s jaw. �Because it pleases you,
Neji-sensei. I want to be a good boy for you.�
The vibration of his words tickled Neji�s
tongue, tempting him to capture Shikamaru�s lips. He did, brief but commanding,
and shifted forward to nestle his cock between the slickened cheeks of
Shikamaru�s ass.
�Such a beautiful thing to say, Shikamaru.
You should tell me things like that more often. So much better than slutty
promises.�
Shikamaru ducked his head behind his
shoulder, hiding his face behind his hair and the curve of his shoulder.
�Neji-sensei. Please -. I�m sorry ��
�Shhh. Don�t say sorry.� He stroked a pale
palm over Shikamaru�s hair, brushing it back from his cheek and pulling it out
from behind his shoulder. �I know it will be different now � you�re going to be
such a good submissive for me now, aren�t you?�
Shikamaru leant into Neji�s palm. Neji
imagined his eyes closing as he dropped a kiss over the mark he�d given him
earlier. �Yes, Neji-sensei. I � I want to be good for you, not like before.�
�I know. You�ve done so well tonight,
Shikamaru. You�ve been good enough for me to let you come, - but, I want you to
answer my question � I want you to tell me what you were thinking of that first
night, tell me what made you come, and I�ll let you come.�
�Neji-sensei,� he whined, �you�d hate me;
you won�t want to play with me anymore.�
Neji�s hand left his cock and slapped his
inner thigh again. Shikamaru recoiled, torn between pleasure and pain. �I�ve
seen you fuck yourself onto my boots, suck my cock until your eyes glazed over;
and just now I slapped your thighs and almost made you come. Nothing is going
to surprise me.� Elegant fingers twisted amongst the locks of Shikamaru�s hair.
�You won�t shock me, Shikamaru. Tell. Me.�
�I�m sorry, I am a dirty little slut, Neji-sensei,
I�m sorry, I � I thought about you, you made me wear a little skirt, and told
me to show you my cute, cute-little-cock under the skirt, and then you, -
spanked me really hard for being naughty, and called me a slut, and, fuck,
Neji-sensei � �
Oh fuck, the
little submissive was perverted, deliciously so. A skirt? �You thought I would
be upset with you for that? I think you�d look hot in a little skirt, Shikamaru,
you�d look so hot I�d want to fuck you.�
�Yes.� He
cried out in pleasure as Neji�s hand wrapped around his cock again. �I�m
naughty, I�m sorry - Neji-sensei, please, I�ll be good, so good, please, let me
come.�
�So greedy,
Shikamaru.� Neji ground against the pert flesh of Shikamaru�s ass. His cock
fitted into the crease and head poked out of the top with each thrust. Neji was
transfixed by the sight; the red, swollen head of his cock pumping between
Shikamaru�s cheeks. �Fuck, your ass is so fucking hot.�
Shikamaru
whined softly and braced his forearms against the back of the couch. He panted
softly as he adjusted his movements to Neji�s, thrusting his ass against Neji�s
cock, then his own cock into Neji�s hand.
It felt so
much better than a pillow.
�Then what?�
he growled.
�You made
me bend over and then you fucked me. You fucked me, you fucked me really hard
and called me a slut and told me you wouldn�t let anyone touch me, no one would
have me but you.�
Shikamaru moaned and thrust himself back
against the heated length of Neji�s cock. Neji released Shikamaru�s hair and
changed his grip on Shikamaru�s hip; he shifted himself to a lower kneeling
position behind the panting submissive, bringing himself ever closer, tighter
to Shikamaru�s body and rocking into him with a ferocity that no pillow had
ever seen.
�I like it
when you called me yours. It was hot, knowing you were out there, watching me.
I � I like when you tell me to show you my- - my cute- ung, - my cute little
cock, fuck, Neji-sensei, please, I�m sorry, I am a slut, I need to come, you
made me so hard, I can�t-.�
Neji�s skin tingled with hot and cold as
Shikamaru fell forward against the couch, arms over the back of it, bracing his
chest against it and allowing him to take more of Neji�s weight, the force of
Neji�s body on Shikamaru�s pressing his tanned hips deep into the cushions.
Neji thrust between the sweet cheeks as
Shikamaru�s movements gained a fluidity they had lacked without the
reinforcement, turning rutting into smooth undulations of his body against
Neji�s legs, his cock, the cup of his hips and stomach where it connected with
Shikamaru�s sweat-slickened back.
�Damn it
Shikamaru, like that, -.� Neji moaned. �Some day soon, Shikamaru, I�m going to
fuck you, with a little skirt decorating your ass, and you�re going to beg me
to do it, beg me to be inside you, to push my cock into you, to fuck you and
make you scream.�
�Yes,�
moaned Shikamaru, thrusting into Neji�s hand, �oh, fuck, yes. Neji-sensei, I
need to come, please, let me come, Neji-�
�Fuck,�
growled Neji. The slick tanned cheeks of Shikamaru�s ass caressed his cock and
the begging, pleading moans from Shikamaru strung on the edge of his climax.
�Come, do it now, Shikamaru.�
He held on
to his own climax long enough to hear the panted sounds of Shikamaru�s release
and feel the wetness of his come over his fingers. Neji released Shikamaru�s
hair and threw the arm around Shikamaru�s chest, keeping the still-quivering
man pinned to him as he lost himself in his own release.
They both
slumped over the back of the couch, exhausted from their activities.
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