moon sugar & fur coats || shino x kiba ||

it's simple (NSFW)

Straight up, if you don't know what NSFW stands for, DO NOT READ THIS BOOK please and thank you :D

Kiba stared at the man in front of him. What was he doing? He felt hands travel along his chest, up his neck, strong thighs trapping him in his seat, long fingers caressing his cheek, then the pressure on his lap was gone, and a teasing hand in front of his face appeared. Kiba still stared, fumbling for some cash, and placed it in the greedy hand. When he said he'd accompany Shino to his club, he didn't know what he thought, but he didn't expect his teammate to rub himself all over him, straddle him, then ask for money. (Not that it wasn't the hottest sight in the world, but he'd never let him know that.)

Yes, he was his teammate. At that moment, Kiba felt many emotions; incredulity, shock, arousal, but mainly awe. The small, run-down bar and stage, cheap drinks, flashy costumes, bright makeup, dim lights - everything was so awesome to the boy, he didn't know what to think. He knew that this was what he wanted to do, but his mind was completely blank. Oh my Kami, Shino just straddled me. He just straddled me like it was nothing and I'm so hopelessly in love with him -Kami he's perfect.

Two or so hours later, Sugar picked his coat up from the barstool beside Kiba, draping it over his shoulders despite the heated air, and ordered a drink, his voice ringing confident and clear. This Sugar was completely unlike Shino. Confident, feminine, sexy as hell... he couldn't keep his eyes off him. "So, I think it'd be better if we spoke at my place, but in all honesty, I'd like to have a few drinks. I just got these heels in yesterday, and I didn't break them in properly. What do you say?" He asked, gripping his beverage with both hands, condensation dripping on his perfect nails. Kiba gulped. Why is he so goddamn hot? His legs, stomach, arms, hands, face, even his personality is sexy, in and out of costume!

"Are you sure that's a good idea? I've never seen you drink more than a sip of sensei's cocktail when we were fifteen."

"When we were fifteen, Kiba. I've given you a lapdance already, let me at least buy you a drink." Kiba's mouth went dry. Ah, yes. The lapdance.

"Well, if you say so. I'll have the same as um... Sugar. What pronouns do you use in costume, if you don't mind me asking?"

"Oh, it varies from person to person, but so I don't get found out, I am she, Madame Moon Sugar." She brushed a stray hair out of her face dramatically, winking. Kiba's blush grew even darker, if that was possible. "Yes, I would rather not be found out. We're in Konoha, remember," Sugar muttered. A drink was pushed in Kiba's face, and he took a cautious sip. The alcohol burned his nose, throat, and mouth, but it tasted pretty good. Fruity, with a small kick of zest.

Now, I want you to take in to account that Kiba and Sugar were drinking very strong alcohol, were lightweights, and both were still relatively new to alcohol, despite the rumours that Kiba was a party animal and Sugar was - well, a ninja, so also a party animal. After around half an hour of chatting, Kiba getting exceedingly horny, and laughing, the alcohol had set in, and the liquid courage in their systems, as well as their clouded judgement, was seriously showing. They had almost leaned too far and collapsed onto each other multiple times, and the night was growing late. "Nee, we should- probably head home~" Kiba slurred, two of the mystery drinks sending his brain into... well... it turned his brain off.

"Ma, you could come over to mine~" Sugar sang, the alcohol making her even more horny than usual; even more horny than a regular horny young adult around their crush, and yes, she was aiming to bring Kiba home. They were technically adults (sometimes she wondered if 23 was mature enough to be called "adult") and neither of them were new to it. It made things worse when Kiba-

"I might just accept that offer, but you might get your pretty little hips bruised if you keep that behaviour up." He licked his lips, winking. Sugar matched his stare, his gaze clouded with lust. They had joked like this before, but it had always been playful - jokes about dominating Sugar when they were on missions and the works, but they were just that - jokes. The boy stood up, wrapping his hand around Kiba's wrist as she went. She threw some money on the bar, and the two started a moderately paced stumble out of the club.

The streets were dark, high heels were eventually removed, and they stumbled up and down streets until they came to the Aburame estate. It was closest, and if they snuck through the plentiful bushes (very noisily, if I may add), then they would find themselves in Shino's house. Shibi, Shino's father, was asleep, and didn't hear the soft thumps of the two entering from the other side of the house.

Giggling like schoolgirls, they managed to shut the bedroom door behind them before Kiba attacked Sugar's lips. It was sloppy- biting and sucking her already red lips, he started tearing bobby pins out, flinging her wig across the room (TT^TT). He reached under her shirt, unhooking her bra and tearing it over her head along with her shirt. He appeared, shirtless in fishnets and booty shorts, makeup smudged, a spot of blood on his lip where Kiba had been especially rough (Shino had let out an embarrassingly loud moan, much to the other man's enjoyment).

The next thing they knew, Shino was just about naked, and Kiba was shirtless, his belt thrown somewhere in the bedroom along with his shirt and Shino's clothes. Next thing Kiba knew, he was pushed to the bed. Shino was now naked, and Kiba was on his way to joining him. He went to grab at Kiba's pants, but the man wrapped his hands around his wrists so gently, and they kissed, lipstick smudging, barely noticed as they just looked to explore the other's lips, mouth. Slowly, Kiba released the hold on Shino's wrists, but the other man made no move to take things further.

"Do you want to just have a rest? We're both drunk, and I don't want either of us to regret this," he trailed off, shy. Shino sighed across his lips, his breath smelling like alcohol, and Kiba felt panic choking him.

"You're right," he laughed, pressing an easy kiss to the tanned neck before him. They breathed out as one.

"Sorry 'bout that..." the Inuzuka mumbled, feeling too tired to move as Shino laid down beside him, hooking a leg and arm around him and bringing the sheets over them both.

"No, I am. I miscalculated." Kiba snorted. Shino paused to yawn, snuggling his head into the crook of his neck.

"Yes, of course. Miscalculated."