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“Fucking right there, puppy,” Neji tightened his hold on the leash, the leather digging into his skin from where it was wrapped around his hand. The older man groaned as Shikamru’s hips began pistoning faster with encouragement, hunching further over his partner’s pale back to let him ram inside even harder. There was no response, not that Neji was expecting one, just some harsh breathing and the occasional grunt
Shikamaru wasn’t very vocal during sex, he never was and he probably never will be - but it didn’t matter much to Neji. After all, actions speak louder than words.
He could feel the bruising grip Shikamaru had on his hips, the pricking feeling of his fingernails carving their way into his muscles. Paired with the lingering sting on his inner thighs from their rigorous foreplay… The way his teeth were currently dug into Neji’s shoulder, only sinking deeper with each thrust… It all spoke much louder than anything Shikamaru could ever say. Louder than the way he slid four thousand yen across the counter towards Naruto for that lousy couple’s bet, louder than the annoyed tch he said in response to receiving the costumes once they lost said bet, and louder than the soft blush that spread across his cheeks when Neji had propositioned him about losing something else that night after they ditched the party.
“Shit, fuck. That’s a good boy, huh?” Neji gasped, dropping his head forward until his hair draped over the top of his skull and onto the pillows. His red riding hood costume was completely ruined now. White skirt shoved up above his hips, panties ripped up and bodice completely falling apart - the only thing still intact was his cape, hanging over one side of his body and completely forgotten. Shikamaru was still fully dressed, jeans shoved down to the middle of his thighs and fur jacket tucked away from the line of action. His fake ears were falling off, almost completely knocked askew and brushing against Neji’s head. It wasn’t any more annoying than the chafing stockings or the abrasive scratching of tulle. Really it just added to the aura of the scene.
Shikamaru’s hips stuttered along with Neji’s words.
He always had a secret praise kink that he never cared to divulge, but Neji always managed to find these things out anyways. The older man smiled into the sheets, arching his lower back just enough for Shikamaru to feel the difference in angle. “You’re my good boy, right ‘Maru?”
Shikamaru whined in response, teeth gnawing into Neji’s shoulder even harder,
“Use your words, puppy,” Neji smirked to himself, tugging on the leash again - but this time slightly upwards and forwards. Shikamaru slowly detached himself from his partner’s neck, panting into the open air and revealing Neji’s raw, marked neck.
Shikamaru’s hips stuttered again, his quick pace faltering.
“Oh puppy, you’re worried you’ll cum if that happens?” Neji didn’t even wait for a response to continue. “It’s okay, darling. You can breed me all you want, just tell me what you are first darling .”
“I… ‘Ma…” Shikamaru whimpered, hips chasing the feeling of warmth and heat enveloping his cock from Neji’s velvet walls.
“What’s that?”
“I’m a good boy.”