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Shikamaru knew he was a lucky man. He was fortunate to be born into a family with means, one that understood and accepted who he was and supported his dreams. He was lucky to meet amazing people, lucky to make friends with them, lucky to have a pleasant personality that made it so easy to have friends and other people who he knew cared about him.
His parents paid for his history degree, he was part of the basketball team, had joined a fraternity in his first year of study, was quite popular among girls (which didn't make much of a difference), and most of his teachers liked him to the point of going easy on his grades. It was all pretty cool.
Another thing Shikamaru knew he was lucky with was boys. When he came out to his family as gay, he expected backlash from his parents for being the only son, but everyone in the family reacted very well. It was like something out of a movie, with everyone hugging, crying, and exchanging kisses. With the privilege of never needing to hide, Shikamaru's love life had been quite eventful since high school. He had had several boyfriends, several boys he swore to his mother were The One, but none of them really were. He enjoyed it, wouldn't lie. Shikamaru knew he was handsome and attractive, knew his personality helped a lot when it came to flirting, and prided himself on saying that most of the boys he hit on ended up going out with him at some point.
He considered his life, if not perfect, very close to the ideal of ideals.
But for the first time, in the midst of his third year of college, Shikamaru was truly surprised at how everything was going right in his life.
This surprise came in a package standing at 1.72 meters tall, with long hair and a beautiful smile, named Neji.
Neji was in his first year, but Shikamaru wasn't sure about his major. He had also managed to join the fraternity and ended up as Shikamaru's new roommate after Chouji had managed to rent an apartment in town with his girlfriend.
Neji was handsome, Shikamaru admitted to himself and anyone who asked about the newcomer. He was also charismatic, sweet, funny, and despite often being quite reserved and even shy, he had a rather silly sense of humor, to be honest, and was an avid lover of kittens. Now the house had a pet named Sir LeBron James III, a little black kitten with white paws and nose. Sir LeBron James III (Neji insisted on his full name being used; anyone who disobeyed this rule was publicly embarrassed and under direct threat of having their eyebrows shaved) was a spoiled cat; all the boys in the house treated him like the prince he obviously thought he was. Naruto, another of the new boys and a backup on the basketball team, had even bought him the most expensive food on the market.
(And although Shikamaru wouldn't admit it, his heart always filled with warmth when the little thing jumped onto his bed to sleep in the curve of his neck. The loud purring and warm fur made Shikamaru fall asleep incredibly quickly.)
The only problem with Neji was that he was obviously straight, so much so that it hurt. Every weekend, Shikamaru would see him leaving the house to meet a different girl, or he would text Shikamaru not to come back home just yet because he wasn't alone.
Once the initial disappointment passed, Shikamaru got used to his new roommate's active sex life.
(Although admitting to himself that giving a few pulls to the younger’s long hair would be very, very nice. Really.)
But Shikamaru’s luck didn't come from meeting Neji and his kitten, but rather from what happened after the roles were reversed and Neji caught him leaving the room with someone.
It happened like this: Shikamaru had been flirting with this guy from the soccer team for months. He was the perfect type of guy Shikamaru liked: tall but still shorter than him, long fingers, thick thighs, full lips, and dimples on his cheeks. Shikmaru melted every time he smiled. His name was Kiba.
He had been flirting with Kiba and trying to get him to go out for months because Kiba was incredibly shy when it came to this part of their conversations, much to his surprise. The important thing is that he had finally succeeded; he had taken Kiba out to dinner at a restaurant with great online reviews, then the two went to see a movie, and while Shikamaru was whispering about how dull the lead actor's performance was, Kiba grabbed him by the cheeks and shut him up with his tongue.
Shikamaru doesn't even remember what was happening in the movie, since after he lifted the armrest of the chair, the two didn't part their lips for more than three seconds. Shikamaru was gripping his thigh with one hand and his waist with the other when Kiba pulled him by the hair and said:
"I want to have sex with you, let's go."
He didn't need to say anything else.
On the way back to the fraternity, Shikamaru sent a message to Neji warning him to stay away from the room for a few hours. Neji responded with some obscene emojis and rather gross insinuations, but Shikamaru just told him to shut up and forgot about his phone.
When he passed through the living room with Kiba, some of the guys were sprawled on the couch eating pizza and watching Transformers. They just looked at the two with lewd smiles as Shikamaru greeted them and dragged Kiba upstairs. Shino even asked if they needed to turn up the TV volume.
In the end, Shikamaru really wished he had told them to turn it up because Kiba was much more enthusiastic about the noises than Shikamaru thought he would be. Surely, everyone downstairs heard everything, and while the two lay on the bed trying to catch their breath, Shikamaru wondered how he would face the other guys after this.
He asked Kiba if he wanted to stay the night, but he said it was probably better not to because he had morning classes the next day. Shikamaru just agreed, but before he could get up, Kiba had sat back on his lap again, his lip between his teeth and his dark sweaty hair sticking to his forehead. The two kissed for several minutes, naked against each other, with Shikamaru’s hands wandering over his body like someone playing a favorite instrument.
"If you keep doing that," Shikamaru murmured as Kiba started to grind on his lap again, "I'm not going to let you leave."
Kiba laughed, his cheeks flushed with shyness and exertion from earlier. He pulled away from Shikamaru’s neck and looked him in the eyes.
"Let's do it again," he whispered, and Shikamaru smirked, his hands descending to grab his ass.
They did it again.
When Kiba finally put his clothes on, Shikamaru offered to walk him to the door. He only put on one of his uniform shorts and descended the stairs behind Kiba. And it was the moment he stepped into the living room, already rolling his eyes at the ridiculous moans some of the guys were imitating, that Shikamaru’s luck appeared again.
Neji was there in the middle; he was probably going to make an equally obscene and unnecessary comment until his eyes met Shikamaru’s. The younger man just stared, lips slightly parted, blinking in confusion, as Shikamaru walked through the room half-naked, his collarbones red, sweaty hair, with his hands on another boy's waist.
When Shikamaru returned to the living room after bidding Kiba goodbye with a kiss and a promise to go out again, Naruto was the first to say something.
"What was wrong with that kid?" he exclaimed in a shrill voice, making everyone in the room laugh. "It sounded like you were beheading him."
Shikamaru just laughed. "Shut up, Naruto, you only say that because everyone knows the only thing your bed sees is you crying over Nicholas Sparks books."
Naruto made an indignant noise, but Shikamaru couldn't hear what he was saying because of all the noise the other boys were making. He just shrugged and walked over to the stairs, quickly noticing that Neji was still staring at him without saying anything.
"Are you going to have dinner?" Sasuke asked as he began to climb the stairs again.
"He just ate, man."
Everyone laughed again as Shikamaru just flipped them all off while climbing the stairs.
Later, after Shikamaru had already showered and eaten something else, he was lying in bed, playing something on his phone, when Neji finally broke the silence of the room.
"Shika," he called.
"Hm."
"I didn't know you were gay."
"Yeah."
"Why didn't you ever tell me?"
"Well, you never asked."
Silence.
"Shika."
"Hm."
"Was that guy your boyfriend?"
"No, we're just seeing each other."
"Ah."
Silence.
"I've seen him around campus."
"Yeah, he plays on the soccer team."
"Do you like guys who play sports?"
"It's not a preference, but depending on the sport, it can be a bonus."
"I see."
Silence.
"Shika."
"Hm."
Pause.
Shikamaru glanced away from his phone. Neji was staring at him from the bed.
"What's it like being with a guy?"
Shikamaru blinked.
"Normal, I guess?" How do you even explain something like that? "Why? Are you curious?"
Even in the darkness of the room, Shikamaru could swear he could see Neji’s cheeks turning an unusual shade of red.
"Of course not!" he exclaimed, sitting up in bed. Shikamaru just raised an eyebrow. "I like girls!"
"Okay..." Shikamaru said, his eyebrows furrowed, before shrugging and returning his gaze to his phone. "If you say so."
"I'm serious!" his voice was still strangely loud. "Have you never seen me with a girl before?"
Shikamaru laughed. "I've seen you do much more than that, Neji."
"So why did you ask?"
"I don't know, sometimes people are curious, want to try things out, you know."
"Well, I'm not and I don't want to."
"Okay then."
"I really like women."
"I know."
"Boobs are really cool."
"I imagine they are."
Silence.
"Goodnight then, Shika."
"Goodnight."
Things changed a bit after that.
Sometimes Shikamaru caught Neji staring at him out of nowhere, or he would ask some question related to his sexuality. If Shikamaru didn't know him, he would think Neji was some kind of homophobe, but the boy was too kind for that. In the end, Shikamaru concluded that he had never had such a close gay friend before, and Neji was just curious and asking questions that he hadn't had the opportunity to ask before.
Occasionally, Shikamaru caught him watching the basketball practices, but Shikamaru was sure it was because of the girls practicing gymnastics in the corners of the court.
Things really changed when the boys in the house decided to throw a party to celebrate the end of the semester.
Shikamaru was on the couch with Kiba on his lap, sharing a glass of whisky with coke. He was already a bit drunk, with one hand on Kiba’s ass, listening to him badmouth his coach and the rest of the team, admiring the curve of his clavicle. Kiba was a work of art, with his brown eyes, soft skin, brown hair, beautiful smile, and dimples. Shikamaru kind of wanted to kiss his chin, or cuddle with him, or come on his perfect face; he wasn't picky.
At some point, Kiba grabbed his hand and said they should go to the bedroom. Shikamaru agreed instantly and got up, swaying a bit, pulling Kiba by the waist just to kiss him once more. As they kissed, Shikamaru opened his eyes and saw Neji staring at him from the other side of the room. He was dancing closely with a girl who had space buns, his hand too low on her back, and he was staring at Shikamaru, even with the girl on her tiptoes whispering something in his ear. Light eyes fixed on Shikamaru’s face, occasionally dropping to Shikamaru’s hands on Kiba’s ass.
Shikamaru didn't have time to think about what it meant because soon Kiba was pulling him through the house to the upstairs.
When the two came back down to the living room, Kiba kissed him once more before saying goodbye, mentioning that he had to drive to his parents' house in the morning. Shikamaru walked to the kitchen, a bit annoyed with his hair sticking to his neck, but the irritation was easily forgotten when he resumed drinking.
Hours later, Shikamaru was drunk with the rest of the boys, the party had ended, and everyone was in the living room, arguing and eating the leftover snacks. At one point, when he got up to go to bed and almost fell back down again, Neji offered to take him there.
"I'm never drinking whiskey again," Shikamaru complained as he flopped onto the bed, his voice slurred and his eyes heavy.
Neji chuckled. Shikamaru looked at him for a few seconds before sitting up on the bed, his posture strangely straight for someone at that level of drunkenness. Neji stared back at him, blinking rapidly as Shikamaru began to undress. He lay back on the bed after being left only in his boxers, clothes strewn around the room, but Neji was still staring at him.
Shikamaru stared back, his legs spread, heavy eyelids, the boxer briefs riding up on his thighs.
Neji cleared his throat before sitting on the bed.
"The night must have been good," he said with a somewhat forced chuckle, pointing to his own neck.
Shikamaru touched his skin where he knew Kiba had left a considerably large mark. "Yeah."
They both fell silent as Neji bent down to take off his shoes and socks. Shikamaru didn't look away from him at any moment, staring with uninterrupted attention as he unbuttoned his shirt and jeans.
For the first time, Shikamaru stopped to really look at Neji. He had fair skin and eyes, long brown hair cascading like waves down his back, the tips touching the top of his buttocks and the front covering his eyes while in this relaxed and tousled state. Fuck, Neji was too beautiful. Shikamaru didn't know if it was because he was drunk, but it didn't seem like a bad idea at all to get up and push Neji onto the bed, take off the rest of his clothes, and kiss his rosy lips. The younger man was practically begging for Shikamaru to push him against the nearest wall.
"So," Neji spoke again after undressing and lying on the bed as well. "You fucked him," it wasn't a question.
"No," Shikamaru said, a smirk on his face as Neji looked at him with evident confusion on his face.
"Then why–"
"He fucked me," Shikamaru interrupted.
Neji’s jaw dropped.
The two stared at each other for what seemed like centuries. Shikamaru obviously enjoying the situation, Neji with his lips still slightly parted.
"Oh," the younger one finally said, breaking the heavy silence. He cleared his throat, finally breaking eye contact and turning to stare at the ceiling. "I didn't know you had a preference."
"I don't," Shikamaru shook his head, still staring at his profile. "As long as I have a beautiful and sweet boy on me, it doesn't matter if I'm on top or bottom."
Shikamaru could only see the way Neji swallowed hard because he was staring at him, but he was too drunk to understand what that meant.
Neji didn't say anything else, Shikamaru decided to turn around and go to sleep.
After that, Neji couldn't take his eyes off him.
Shikamaru could feel it, whenever they were in the same room, the younger one's gaze burning into his skin. Now Shikamaru was sure why Neji went to basketball practices, why he sat so close to him on the couch, why he asked so many questions about his sex life.
Shikamaru was sure that Neji was into him.
But before taking any action, Shikamaru needed to gather enough evidence, so that's why he started walking shirtless more often around the house, touching Neji’s arm more than necessary, making more obscene jokes, wearing basketball shorts without underwear underneath; he knew it showed way too much, and he had to hold back a smirk whenever Neji looked at him a little too much.
Maybe he wasn't as straight as Shikamaru thought.
He tried to talk about it with Shino, but when he mentioned that Neji looked too much and that he might be into him, Shino looked at him as if he were crazy.
"You're crazy, man. Neji is so straight it hurts."
"I thought the same," Shikamaru replied without taking his eyes off the stove where he was cooking lunch for the two of them. "But seriously, I know what I saw. He looks at me too much, Shino."
"Sometimes you think this is really happening because maybe you want him to look at you too much," he crossed his arms.
Shikamaru couldn't deny that it made sense, so all he did was shrug and focus back on cooking lunch, deciding to drop the subject.
He had even thought about giving up the experiment when Neji made him reconsider things again.
The two had gone together to a party at one of the campus sororities; Neji had disappeared immediately to talk to a girl, and Shikamaru had gone to the kitchen to look for alcohol.
Hours later, Shikamaru was sitting on one of the many beds in the house, with Kiba between his legs, sucking him as if he had been dying to do it for years, when the door suddenly opened.
Kiba didn't stop what he was doing, not even startled by the door opening, and Shikamaru turned to see who it was. Neji was there, looking at the scene with wide eyes, one hand on the doorknob and the other holding a beer can. His gaze was fixed on Kiba, on the way his head bobbed up and down, his hands under Shikamaru’s shirt, his cheeks flushed, lips swollen and wet, eyelashes so long, beautiful and wanton, the most perfect thing Shikamaru had ever had the pleasure of seeing and feeling.
Neji swallowed hard, Shikamaru groaned.
That seemed to snap the younger one out of the trance he was in because he practically jumped two feet in the air and hurried to mumble some excuse about how he was looking for the bathroom, slamming the door shut.
Shikamaru came pretty quickly after that.
He was pretty sure of Neji’s interest after that; that reaction was anything but the reaction of a straight guy seeing two men having sex.
Shikamaru waited a whole week for the opportunity to confront Neji to come, but finally, the two were going to be alone in the house, and Shikamaru didn't care what the others were doing. When he got back home from practice, the house was empty. He knew Neji was coming over too because the two had briefly talked on the court, so Shikamaru hurried to set the plan in motion.
He sat in the armchair in the living room and turned on the video game, wearing only his basketball shorts, his hair still damp with sweat. Neji didn't take long to arrive; he opened the door and stared at Shikamaru for a few seconds before looking away and closing the door.
"What are you playing?" he asked, his voice deep as he sat down on the couch.
"Modern Warfare," Shikamaru replied without taking his eyes off the TV.
The two fell into silence, and Shikamaru could feel the younger one's restlessness; he could sense the stolen glances, the sighs, the sweaty palms. Neji was nervous, and Shikamaru had to bite his lip to keep a satisfied smile from taking over his face.
When the tension became too much, Shikamaru paused the game.
"Hey, Neji," he called, turning to face the younger man.
"What?" Neji glanced away from his phone.
"Wanna suck me off?" he dropped the bomb.
Silence. So much so that you could hear a pin drop.
"W-what?" Neji whispered, his eyes wide, cheeks beginning to color.
"You stare too much," Shikamaru shrugged. "You stare during practice, at home, at parties, especially when I'm with Kiba. Either you're into him or into me."
Silence.
Shikamaru was starting to think he had messed up.
"If you don't want to, then it's okay," he said, not letting on how nervous he was too. "I just thought I should ask, didn't want to make you uncomfortable."
Neji remained silent. The two locked eyes for what felt like years until Shikamaru shrugged again and went back to playing, trying to disguise the disappointment and fear of having lost a friend.
Several minutes later, Shikamaru heard Neji get up. He was ready to apologize once again, but then the younger man stood in front of him, blocking the view of the TV.
Shikamaru looked up, the younger one had his eyes closed, his face red, and his fists clenched. Neither of them said anything.
Slowly, very slowly, Neji knelt between Shikamaru’s open legs. Shikamaru’s heart raced.
He opened his eyes, looking at the older one with obvious shyness, swallowing hard, opening and closing his lips as if he didn't know what to say. Shikamaru wasn't going to say anything before him.
"I've never...," he said, his voice low, still locking eyes with Shikamaru. "I've never done this before."
"But do you want to?" Shikamaru asked in the same tone.
Silence.
"Yes."
That was all Shikamaru needed to hear.
He set the controller aside and spread his legs wider, feeling the blood run hot in his veins as Neji bit his lip.
"Feel free then," Shikamaru said, smiling sideways and putting an arm behind his head, getting comfortable in the armchair.
Neji took a few deep breaths before raising his trembling hands to the waistband of Shikamaru’s shorts. Shikamaru shivered all over, biting his lip as Neji’s cold fingers touched his skin. Neji pulled the fabric down, and Shikamaru lifted his hips to give him more room.
"Wow," Shikamaru heard Neji murmur as he lowered the shorts to Shikamaru’s knees, blinking rapidly and staring at his cock with a mixture of fear and curiosity.
Neji’s fingers were still around the waistband, and he wasn't doing anything but staring. Shikamaru brought his free hand to Neji’s hair, pushing back the brown strands and holding him by the back of his neck. Neji looked up with wide eyes, lips slightly parted.
"Are you okay there?" Shikamaru asked, smirking and stroking behind his ear.
Neji swallowed hard and nodded a few times before taking a deep breath and raising a trembling hand to hold him between his fingers.
His hand was large, and his hair felt so soft between Shikamaru’s fingers. Shikamaru bit his lower lip hard at Neji's expression, feeling his cock swell.
"How…" Neji began, his voice husky. "How do I do this?"
"How do you like it?" Shikamaru asked.
Neji looked up and licked his lips. "Wet. Really wet and messy."
Shikamaru smiled. "Then you already know what to do."
He still seemed hesitant, but he was holding Shikamaru between his fingers more firmly now, squeezing lightly as he stiffened, his breath quickening. The older one decided to assist. He withdrew his hand from behind Neji’s head and cupped his cheek with it, rubbing his red, wet lip with his thumb. Neji looked up at his face, the picture of innocence with flushed cheeks and shining eyes; Shikamaru wanted to wreck him.
"Open your mouth," the older one commanded, his voice deep, smirking as he felt Neji tremble. He parted his lips without hesitation, and Shikamaru slipped his thumb inside, playing with his pink tongue for a few seconds before rubbing the wet finger on Neji’s lower lip again, his gaze dark. “Suck it,” he ordered, pushing the finger back into the younger one's mouth once more.
Neji closed his eyes at the same time as he closed his lips around Shikamaru’s thumb, sucking shyly, the color of his cheeks darkening even more. Shikamaru was completely hard now.
It took Neji a few moments to gain enough confidence to suck Shikamaru’s thumb eagerly. Shikamaru knew he was born for this, with those lips and long lashes brushing against his cheeks, the warm, perfect mouth. Shikamaru knew he was born to be there, kneeling on the floor with his mouth full, shy and eager to please.
"Look at me," Shikamaru ordered again. Neji slowly opened his eyes, his eyelids heavy and pupils dilated, staring unwaveringly into Shikamaru’s eyes while continuing what his mouth was doing. The older one let him do as he pleased for a while before withdrawing his finger from his mouth. Neji blinked in confusion. "Now do as I told you."
He gripped Neji’s hair between his fingers and felt his cock throb at the grunt he let out. Neji nodded a few times before bringing his face closer to Shikamaru’s erection and timidly wrapping his lips around the head.
Shikamaru sighed and licked his lips, watching intently as Neji began to explore, giving tentative licks here and there, masturbating him with his hand still around the base. He licked from where his fingers were to the tip, running his tongue along the slit and tasting the precum.
"It's weird," Neji said, pulling back slightly and licking his lips.
"What?" Shikamaru asked, somewhat embarrassed to be breathless already when Neji had barely done anything.
"The taste, it's not what I imagined," Neji replied.
Shikamaru laughed. "And you've thought about it a lot?" he raised an eyebrow.
"Sort of," he admitted, shrugging. "I started thinking about it more after I saw Kiba sucking you off."
"You wanted to be in his place that time?" he pulled Neji’s hair again, memorizing the way he squirmed every time Shikamaru did that.
Neji took several seconds before whispering, "Yes."
"You are, baby," he chuckled at the way Neji avoided his gaze with the nickname. "Put your mouth on me again."
Neji dove back onto his cock, sucking on his head with a bit more eagerness this time. Shikamaru moaned, and that seemed to encourage him to try harder. He started slowly, gradually taking more of Shikamaru’s cock into his mouth, covering with his hand what he couldn't fit inside. Despite the obvious lack of experience and the clumsy manner, Shikamaru had never felt so turned on before, with Neji there in front of him, sucking a guy for the first time, gradually losing his inhibitions and seeking approval from Shikamaru. It was a sight Shikamaru hadn't imagined he would see, but a very welcome one. Once again, he was impressed by how everything went right in his life.
It took a bit of time, but when Neji found a rhythm that satisfied him and that Shikamaru also enjoyed, he seemingly lost all his previous hesitation. He had let go of the hand that was around the base of Shikamaru’s cock and gripped the older one's thighs in place, squeezing tightly as he descended faster and faster onto his cock, making those wonderful noises, trembling in this perfect way. God, Neji was too beautiful.
"Easy," Shikamaru said, his voice deep and hoarse, when Neji ended up choking at one point. He pulled the younger one by the hair, pulling him away from his erection and groaned when he saw the thread of saliva connecting his lower lip to his head. "If you want to take me all the way in, you need to breathe through your nose, baby."
Neji nodded enthusiastically and continued at the same hurried pace when Shikamaru let him resume sucking, only now with a bit more caution than before. And it was good, god, it was perfect. His mouth was so warm and wet, and he was trying so hard to please Shikamaru, to make him moan louder. It was sloppy and messy; Neji was practically drooling on him with his eyes closed, his lashes wet. Shikamaru brushed his thumb against the curve of his lips to feel the friction, to feel where he slid in and out of his perfect, warm, and delicious mouth.
Shikamaru threw his head back and groaned loudly when Neji finally managed to take him all the way in without choking. He gripped the younger one's hair tightly, restraining himself from lifting his hips and potentially making him gag. After that, it was as if Neji had lost control; he was moaning around Shikamaru’s cock as well, a few sneaky tears streaming down his cheeks as he sucked the older one as if his life depended on it.
"I'm gonna cum," Shikamaru groaned, not even remembering to be embarrassed about getting so close so quickly.
Neji pulled back, and the older one whimpered at the loss of contact. "In my mouth?" he asked, his voice hoarse and completely fucked out.
"You want me to cum in your mouth?" he raised an eyebrow.
Neji nodded several times. "Yes, please, Shika."
Who was Shikamaru to deny such a polite request?
He let Neji get back to work, not taking his eyes off the younger one for a second. Soon enough, Shikamaru began to feel the tightening in his stomach, his toes curling as he threw his head back and let his orgasm hit him like a tsunami, making his ears ring.
He opened his eyes just in time to see Neji swallowing everything, sucking on his head with determination. When Shikamaru became too sensitive, he pulled Neji by the hair to push him away. The younger one groaned and hurriedly got up, climbing onto Shikamaru’s lap and burying his face in the older one's neck, biting his skin as he quickly unbuttoned his jeans.
"Shikamaru," he grunted, lowering his pants and underwear enough to let his erection escape, guiding Shikamaru’s right hand to it. "Your smell is so fucking good."
"I'm sweaty," Shikamaru chuckled softly, starting to masturbate Neji firmly, making him moan brokenly.
"I like it," he whispered, grabbing Shikamaru’s hair with both hands as the older one grabbed his ass underneath his pants and underwear. "It smells like man."
Shikamaru groaned, biting his earlobe and thanking the heavens for Neji. "You like the smell of man, Neji?"
"I like yours," Shikamaru didn't have time to respond because Neji pulled him by the hair until he could place his lips on the older one's.
Shikamaru returned the kiss without hesitation, slipping his tongue into Neji’s mouth. The kiss was as messy and wet as earlier’s blowjob, making the hairs on Shikamaru's arms stand on end. He gripped Neji’s ass tighter, masturbating him faster.
"You're so pretty," he murmured against Neji's lips. "Suck cock so good."
Neji moaned loudly. "Shika, I'm going to cum."
Shikamaru ran his thumb over his wet head, while sliding his index finger between his ass and lightly touching his rim, feeling Neji tremble all over in his lap. "Wanna cum inside you," he said softly, smiling between the kiss.
"Oh," Neji moaned and threw his head back, cumming all over Shikamaru’s abdomen and pulling his hair once again, his body undulating.
Shikamaru stared with his lip between his teeth until Neji was finished. Their eyes met again, and Shikamaru pulled him into another kiss, this time slow and lazy. When they pulled away, Neji let his face fall into the curve of Shikamaru’s neck again, breathing heavily.
"Everything alright there?" Shikamaru asked in a playful tone, stroking his hair with his clean hand.
"Great," Neji replied, sighing.
The two stayed entwined for several minutes until Neji finally got up and straightened his pants.
"Hey, not gonna clean up your mess?" Shikamaru said, half jokingly as he pointed to his dirty abs.
Neji blinked a few times before bending down and licking all the mess off the Shikamaru’s skin.
"Fuck," Shikamaru muttered, afraid of getting hard again.
The two stared at each other for several moments until they heard Naruto and Shino’s voices from outside. Shikamaru hastily pulled up his shorts while Neji grabbed his phone from the couch and rushed up the stairs. When Naruto and Shino walked through the door, Shikamaru was already back to playing as if nothing had happened.
"We're here," Shino announced.
"Hey," Shikamaru replied, trying to appear normal and hoping they wouldn't notice how his hands were shaking.
"Where's Neji?" Naruto asked.
"Must be in the room, I don't know."
"Ah, okay. I'm starving, what's for lunch?"
"I have no idea."
"Shika," he whined. "Today is your day to make lunch."
"And when isn't it my day to make lunch?"
"You're the only one who knows how to cook. What's that weird smell?"
"What smell?"
"I don't know, it smells weird."
Shikamaru glanced at him before returning his attention to the game. "I have no idea what you're talking about."