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“Going home already?” Kiba barks from a few metres away where he’s been splashing Akamaru with water from the river down the training ground when he sees Shino picking up his bag on the ground.“Not ‘already’,” he corrects without stopping gathering his belongings. “I am going home, period. It’s the hour we had settled on, and I told Hiame I would be there to watch over the twins tonight.”Kiba makes a hasty run back to him with some puppy eyes and a childish pout. He is very good at the first because he has good references, and very good at the second because he is a spoiled brat.“Come on, one last round!”“If you wanted a last round, you could have asked that half an hour ago instead of going to play int the river with Akamaru.”He lets an offended gasp.“I wasn’t playing! Akamaru was hot. You know that dogs can’t sweat, right? It’s a matter of veterinarian care.”He looks so invested in his answer that Shino almost believes him. (It’s not just that. It’s also that he has taken his top off and rolled his pants up to his knees in the process, in a shameless display of tan skin, wet muscles, and light brown hair. It’s also that his eyes widen as he speaks and make a show of the everlasting liveliness in them. It’s also that his cheeks have reddened under the sun the way they do after a run or a rough fight or-)“Akamaru is a big dog who can run into the water by himself,” he still objects in a tone that he hopes to be firm enough to cut both his friend’s negotiation attempt and his own train of thought. “Just own the fact that you wanted to play in the river with your dog. I’m not going to shame you for that, I’m only criticising your terrible time management abilities, and telling you I have to go.”Once again, he’s glad for the glasses and the fact that Kiba cannot see his gaze struggle to focus on his eyes. He’s been growing his hair out since last winter, and it seems like every time Shino sees him – which is very often these days – the hair on his chin has gotten darker and denser. Like this, it’s also evident how much muscle he’s taken, and fat. There’s little left of the teenager he was when Shino first put his hands on him. There’s little left of the teenager they both were, in truth, but seeing himself in the mirror arguably doesn’t have the same effect on him as Kiba’s naked chest does now.Said effect does not get better with Kiba taking a few steps towards him and catching his coat to pull him closer.“What a shame,” he comments nonchalantly. “I was just thinking that this bath had been invigorating and I would have been up for a little something more.”“I really don’t have time for that,” Shino argues, trying to back down only for Kiba to swoop in closer to him.“Don’t worry, I’m sure I can get this done quickly.”Shino swallows. He is so fucking weak.This is always how it goes. He tells himself they should stop fucking every time they get a moment together. He tells himself of course it’s hard to refuse Kiba, but if he only took a step back for a little while, surely it would become easier. He tells himself he isn’t whipped, just stupidly horny because that’s what happens when you’re twenty and your best friend is a tease who enjoys living shirtless. He tells himself he doesn’t care that Kiba’s still talking about Tamaki and it’s been a year now, and it’s not getting milder with time. He tells himself he’s happy even, that Kiba has a crush, and that the lucky winner on the other end seems inclined to entertain him. He tells himself that it’s good, that it’s time they stop ending up sleeping together again and again because it’s convenient and start aiming for something a little better, like someone they are interested in and who is equally interested in them.And then Kiba is back, with his toothy grin and his red cheeks and his stupid semi-long hair and his naked chest and Shino can’t help but think he should get it this time again, because who knows when the next time will be, and more importantly, who knows when the last time will be? If he starts taking his distance now, Kiba will likely just make the leap and move on. He has other options, some more enticing than him. This will not last forever and he should take all that is given to him for as long as it is.Kiba’s hand leaves his coat to slide underneath it and cup his crotch.He grins.“Aw, see? You want me.”Of course, he does. He always does.“I never said I didn’t. I said I didn’t have time.”“Five minutes.”Shino rolls his eyes.Kiba’s eyebrows raise half a centimetre.“What, you don’t think I can do it?”He doesn’t think he can. He knows.He pushes his hip forward a tad, just enough to press back against Kiba’s hand, and earns himself an open smile in return.“Not one more.”---Shino shivers when a drip of Kiba’s spit drips down his shaft and onto his balls, and Kiba moans when he pulls his head closer in return.His scruff itches under Shino’s palms where he holds him, cupping the angle of his jaw and diving the tip of his fingers into the strand falling on his nape. His thumb reflexively rubs against his cheeks, passing back and forth over the slight relief of his clan markings.The sensation is familiar and good and easy. It’s warm and it’s home, and it makes his heart swell just as much as it does the pool of heat in his belly.It aches, too. From need and desire and urgency, a little, but from the knowledge they will never fully be met, mostly.Kiba swallows around him, causing him to twitch and leak against the back of his throat, then pulls out.“I reckon I must have about a minute left,” he says, wiping his mouth with one hand as he gets back up and opening his trousers with the other.His lips press hard against Shino’s, still wet and tasting of arousal and sweat. It’s overwhelming and uncomfortable, but the blow job has rendered him too eager for relief to say anything and he will take the kisses he can get anyway.Kiba grabs both of them in one hand, grinding against him and breathing heavily into his neck.“Thirty seconds,” he starts counting, his lips and tongue brushing against the soft skin behind the lobe of his ear. “Nineteen, eighteen…”Shino whines.Kiba smiles.His sharp canines scrap his neck“Fifteen, fourteen… Come on, don’t make me lose this. You want it, take it.”Part of Shino wants to prove him wrong. Prove that he can hold it, actually, that he’s not this desperate and not this easy. Prove it to Kiba, and prove it to himself, also.But he is desperate, and he is easy, and Kiba knows him well, too well. He knows where to breathe and where to lick and what the feeling of his mouth sucking a mark at the base of his neck does to him.A cry escapes Shino’s throat in the mix of pleasure and discomfort, stuck between the training log in his back and Kiba’s weight on his chest, with the pain of a hickey building on his skin, Kiba’s erection grinding against his, wet from both remnant spit and pre-come, and Kiba’s thumb rubbing over his oversensitive swollen head.A first small drip of come spurts out of his aching erection and Kiba sighs in his neck.“Fuck- yes,” he lets out, but most of his earlier teasing is gone now. He too is too lost in the sensation to play, high on the feeling of Shino’s cock twitching against his and waiting for the moment he will break to come alongside him.He kisses him again, on the angle of his jaw, on his cheeks, and finally finds his way to his lips.It’s softer, warmer, and a thousand other things that make Shino melt and that are the reason why he always comes back to it despite his better judgement.“Please,” Kiba whispers, breaking the last thin dam with a single word.The movement between them becomes a bit more erratic and a whole lot wetter when Shino comes, soaking Kiba’s fingers with semen and accelerating his own climax in the process.“Fuck,” he says again.His free hand is holding Shino by the nape of his neck, tight, as if he would fall without it, and had Shino not come already he would now from how wanted and needed this makes him feel.Kiba keeps kissing him through his own orgasm. Messy and wet and full of pants and grunts and sighs. He’s always been louder and more demonstrative than Shino, and Shino has always liked it.“I thought I was the one getting you late,” Kiba comments when Shino keeps kissing him after they are both done.“You are,” Shino still argues because keeping his sanity requires him to pretend, at least a little, that he takes this as lightly as Kiba does. “Get out.”When they part, Kiba shakes his hand to get some of the dripping come off and walks back to the river with his soft dick dangling out in the open to wash it off briefly.Shino probably ought to do the same.The water is cold on his skin and brings him back to most of his senses. Enough at least to look down at himself and swear.“What’s wrong?”“You’ve gotten come on my shirt.”Kiba pouts.“Maybe you’ve gotten come on your shirt,” he argues.“I didn’t, I was being careful. I have places to be.”His voice must convey a certain level of actual upset this time because Kiba pauses in his bickering.“I’m sorry,” he says very genuinely, and Shino already doesn’t have it in him anymore to stay angry about it. “Do you want mine?”“I’m going to spare all of Konoha from having to see your sweaty chest and just close my coat and change once I’m home. But thanks.”Kiba lets out an offended gasp.“What’s wrong with my sweaty chest?”“It’s grossly indecent.”“It only is because you keep sexualising me for no reason.”His fake upset pout is awfully cute, but despite everything, they are still best friends, and Shino still has in him the ability and will to tease him when he so can.“You just blew me off in a public space because you couldn’t help yourself, and I wasn’t even half naked to tempt you so, I wouldn’t try this argument if I were you.”“I could help myself, I was just feeling generous,” Kiba objects, but this is not a fight he is going to win.Shino fastens the buttons of his coat and wipes his pants clean from the dirt he got on them kneeling down at the river.“Yeah, and it didn’t get you hard at all to be on the ground with a cock in your mouth, right? I just missaw that, probably,” he says.“Exactly, I was simply indulging you. You looked like you needed a cute guy to help you loosen up a bit and I wanted to provide for a friend is all.”The comment is entirely devoid of any actual judgement or mockery. Kiba is being Kiba, which is to say, someone who shows affection by playing arrogance and bickering on any occasion. Still, whether he knows it or means it, it’s true. Shino needs him and Kiba doesn’t, not like that, and, one day, they won’t be touching each other like this anymore, because he will have moved on to someone he cares more for (or maybe just differently but regardless too much to let Shino have it too), and Shino will stand there watching him go.“Do I walk you back?” Kiba offers, and if Shino didn’t know better, he would hope it might mean something. But Kiba has been walking him home for over a decade and it doesn’t mean anything. (It does. It absolutely does. It means they are friends and Kiba wholeheartedly cares about him and enjoys time spent together, but he doesn’t have the space to think about this tonight anymore.)“No, I’m gonna run, this has been way over five minutes.”“Right, sorry.”“It’s fine.” It probably isn’t, but Shino did half the job of keeping himself late. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”“Yes. Take care.”