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The wind picked up again as they got closer to the hotel, and a misting of rain made them pick up their pace ever so slightly. When they got into their room, they could hear the howling starting to pick up with more ferocity. Only their shoulders and the top of their heads were damp, but Neji decided he’d take the excuse to have a moment alone in the shower. He made sure that he was still at least somewhat prepared from his earlier work, only staying in until felt warmed through again.
When he came out of the bathroom, he let his hair down, dressed in one of the linen yukata from the hotel. Lee was also changed into one of them, and he was sitting on his usual side of the lounge table. When his partner went to sit on the opposite side, he turned his brown doe eyes up at him and then patted the seat to his right. Unable to find an excuse not to comply, the silver-eyed male settled into the cushion beside him.
Immediately, Lee leaned over and kissed his temple, right over where the newer diamond-like seal for the Hyuuga Clan rested. “Honey.”
The word made Neji pause, head tilted towards the taijutsu user inquisitively.
“The pet name. I was thinking ‘honey’. It is… not that common in Konoha, but in Kumogakure and Kemurigakure they use it.”
He turned the word over and over again in his head. It was a bit stilted in their language, closer to ‘hon-ni’, but it wasn’t something sickeningly romantic either that would make him cringe if he heard it. The way that Lee said it sounded more Chanese; a natural roll of the tongue.
“Honey.” He tried the word out.
“Yes?” Lee answered.
Neji flicked his hand that was resting on the table in front of them, making the other man laugh. He let Lee lean in and kiss him on the cheek, and then didn’t resist when a darker and rough palm cupped his cheek and turned his face towards him. The next kiss was lips against lips, making him lean into the sensation and close his eyes to savour it. He lifted his hand and wrapped it around the back of Lee’s bicep, the first flicker of lust starting to ignite in his belly.
Lips slowly parting, they stayed close with forehead against temple. Lee’s arm surrounded his back with a half hug, squeezing ever so slightly before he started to pull away. He likely wanted to give his partner space, especially since he’d been pushed away the day before. Instead, a strong and equally calloused hand grabbed the front of his yukata, eyes lidded and filled with intent.
“I want you to do something different.” He whispered, and then extricated himself to stand and pull the other man to his feet.
Without hesitation, the taijutsu user took the proffered hand and let Neji lead him into the bedroom.
Once the door was nearly shut behind them, and the rest of the room was plunged into mostly darkness, Neji grabbed the front of Lee’s yukata again and pressed their mouths together. The kisses were thorough and simmering, somewhere between all-consuming and explorative. Lips molded against each other, some chaste but lingering and others open mouthed and hungry; never quite deciding which one they preferred. Lee's lips were warm and plush and insistent. Even the simplest kiss felt full of intent and adoration, and Neji wondered if he had always kissed like this, or if he just had a fantastic learning curve.
Eventually Neji had to pull himself away, the sliver of light painting a strip down the front of his chest as he undid the yukata and slid it off his shoulders. Lee moved with impatience to match him, and then grabbed the branch member’s nape and pulled him back in. His tongue slid along the inner part of Neji’s upper lip, and then licked into his mouth so one could meet another. Like all the time they’d spent apart since they were last intimately touching needed to be rectified.
The noise that came from the longer-haired fighter was unrecognisable; the hand at the back of his neck had tightened, tugging at the strands there. At the same time, Lee’s other arm splayed at the small of his back and forced him forward until there was barely any space between their bodies. His breath came out in frantic pants between kisses; some were higher pitched and some were grating groans; especially when there was friction at the bulges of their underwear.
He needed to be closer, though. The distraction of Lee’s mouth and closeness was nice, but he had other plans. He eventually pulled his face away to take in several deep breaths, and decided that there was no smooth way to transition from standing to lying.
“One second.” He weaved from the hands that tried to pull him back, walking over to the bag of supplies that he’d hid in the bedside drawer.
It was a discreet black-zipper bag, and he tossed it at Lee. Only instincts allowed the other man to catch it, because his eyes were glued to Neji while he pulled his underwear down and off, and then knelt down on the bed. The light source was behind the scarred and darker skinned shinobi, so he couldn’t quite see his expression.
There was a tense second, a coiling of sorts, before Lee sprang into action. Neji’s back hit the bed, prepared for the tackle. He opened his knees and the other man slid right between them. Even if he wanted to pull away, he couldn’t with the pale thighs trapping him there tightly. There were no more barriers between them; the material of Lee’s underwear hitting the floor as an afterthought.
Their mouths found one another in the dim lighting, and then the weight and tilt of Lee’s hips ground their erections together. The silver-eyed genius rolled his hips up, punching out a low moan from his partner’s throat. Not one to be outdone, his short-haired teammate pulled his upper body from Neji’s frantic grasp so he could readjust their bodies and decide where he wanted to touch. They were both out of breath, the belly and chest beneath him rising and falling in short, deep, intervals.
Lee’s hands trailed up Neji’s outer thighs, up to his hips, waist, and then he dug his thumbs into the flesh of his chest, cupping the slightly larger pecs. When one rough thumb pressed into his left nipple, Neji’s abdomen clenched, still unsure if it was abrasive or pleasurable. Then a mouth followed shortly after, teeth fastening around the nub and worrying it between them gently. This time his hips jerked up unconsciously as well, making the noise that was punched from his lungs louder than what he expected. It was too much and not even close to enough.
He grabbed Lee’s other hand and started pushing it lower, head falling back and breaths dissolving into gasps as his chest was attacked by his lover’s tongue and teeth. There was something so deeply thrilling when he could feel the indentation of teeth into his skin; never enough to draw blood, but enough that it felt like a claim. As he tried to focus on moving his partner where he wanted him, his other hand blindly reached out and groped around until it found that satchel with supplies.
Lee tried to wrap a hand around his length, but then he pulled back from Neji’s chest when he felt the other man nudge his hand lower, brown eyes searching out silver.
“Is that what you wanted to try?” He asked shakily; the other man was already nodding before he finished his sentence.
“I… prepped earlier.” The Hyuuga sounded just as nervous, glancing down between them to see both their hands disappearing between his legs. Something about that image made a lick of flames dance in his gut. “You should use a condom anyway, but…” He trailed off, the words drying up when he felt one of Lee’s fingers brush against his hole.
He gave a full body shudder.
Lee now understood how some people got nosebleeds from sex. He felt like there was too much blood in his body; the liquid thick and heavy as his heart hammered, most of it rushing to throb between his legs. He felt Neji’s grip starting to weaken, probably feeling self-conscious when his usually chatty teammate went absolutely silent at his request. He jumped into gear, grabbing the bag from a slack hand, and opening to find smaller condoms, gel, and then bigger ones.
Once Lee rolled the condom down two of his fingers he poured a generous amount of lubrication on to coat it. Slick sounds filling the air between their breaths, he looked back up at Neji’s face.
“Still yes?”
Neji swallowed around a dry throat and nodded.
Lee didn’t put his fingers back down immediately. First he leaned in and kissed his partner; sensing the anxiety rolling off of him in waves. This was what he’d been struggling with; the thought came unbidden to the forefront of his mind. Neji had shied away from his grasp the previous evening because he had to decide if he was okay with this.
He knew that there were couples who didn’t do this. Or who both liked it equally. For right now, he was just happy to find new ways to make his lover feel good. Neji was holding onto his shoulders like a lifeline while they kissed a bit uncoordinated. He planted one elbow by Neji’s head, trailing the kisses bit by bit away from his mouth and to his neck. There was a spot that he liked, and he sucked at it leisurely while he traced his fingers up and down over his opening. He pulled one finger back and sank the other in, pressing forward until he was down to the second knuckle.
Neji lurched up against him, gasping with a higher pitch than what Lee had expected from him.
The finger went all the way in and then back out, just teasing the rim instead of trying to stretch him right away. There was significant tightness, but not as much as there could have been if the other man hadn’t worked on it earlier. After a few movements of the one finger in and out with relative ease, he pulled out almost completely and pressed the second finger into the condom and pushed against the resistance.
A hand clamped around his forearm when they were halfway in, and Lee pulled back from kissing across his collarbones and the dip of his throat to just let his lips hover above his skin.
“Do you want to stop?”
The vice grip instantly eased and disappeared. “No. I don’t know why I did that.” Neji’s voice was uneasy. The instinct had been so potent, but it didn’t hurt at all. “Keep going.”
Once the second finger was completely inside, the other man stopped to let him adjust. His abdomen was trembling with the effort to not clamp down against the intrusion, but he never once told him to stop. He started to move his hand with more purpose, and that shifted things; like an itch that Neji couldn’t decide if he wanted to angle his hips towards or pull them away. His lover gave him a small peck against the corner of his lips to distract him, watching for any hint if Neji wanted to stop. In return, the older jounin looped his arms around the back of his neck loosely and closed his eyes to concentrate.
Lee hooked his fingers and pressed them up along the front wall, towards his centre. When he found the spot, Neji’s whole body bucked up, and the noise he made was a cross between a sob and a wail, almost swallowed by Lee’s mouth against his. The hand that dug into the back of Lee’s bicep was sure to leave a bruise, and the nails that dragged against the skin of his shoulder left welts in their wake.
Lee readjusted so he was mostly leaning his weight onto one hip, and then began to give careful little thrusts of his fingers against that textured spot. Neji’s whole body shook when he stimulated it, and the gasps against his skin were bordering on a helpless, wordless, plea. He pressed into it a little harder as the tempo naturally increased, making the pitch of those breaths a bit higher and his knees tremble. The rush of power and joy he felt knowing that he was making his partner react this way was addictive.
When Lee would intermittently open his mouth to ask if it was still okay, Neji would cut him off by dragging him up for a kiss. The sounds he swallowed from his lover were desperate, and when he pulled back to watch Neji’s flustered and distracted face, he wondered what it would feel like to be inside this tightness. He pulled back and used his other hand to push a third finger into the condom, before he sank it back in. The stretch would be more painful, so he aimed for that spot almost immediately to ease the discomfort.
Neji’s eyes squeezed tight, and he hid his face against Lee’s shoulder. “You can… ah… You c-can have me-”
The roar of lust those words caused within blindsided him; and he wanted to desperately rip open another condom and bury himself inside. His thin self-control hooked in right before he could hastily accept the offer.
“Not this time.” He held Neji against him, like if he put any space between them he’d do what the other man suggested in the heat of the moment and then regret it later. “Can you touch yourself?”
A shaky hand touched Lee’s chest, curling up against the skin there. “You, too.” The words were said into his shoulder. “You should… feel good, too.”
Lee kissed the side of his face that he could reach, trying to tether himself to what was normally a staunch self-discipline. “After.” He promised against his ear.
Finally reaching the end of his patience, Neji’s hand wrapped around himself and he began to strip it up and down. Matching his pace, they had the Hyuuga at the precipice quickly.
“W-wait. Lee.” He tried to comply, but then the other man grabbed his wrist when he tried to pull it out. “Don’t stop.” Neji growled.
“B-but…” He didn’t have much mental capacity to argue, but he figured it must be okay if Neji was moving his hips to match the movement of his wrist as he pushed the fingers in and out. It became clear the second time he got close that Neji had no idea what he was saying when he was this stimulated and overwhelmed. His muscles locked after he curled into Lee’s chest, hand clutching at his back as he came hard. He sounded like he was gasping for air after drowning, whole body shuddering through each wave of his orgasm.
Lee stilled his hand, waiting until the writhing stopped before he eased his fingers out.
“Just… You should have fucked me.” Neji moved with surprising swiftness after such an intense release. He wrapped his hand around Lee’s dick and began to stroke it furiously. Silver eyes boring into his with an intensity that was almost startling. “You still can.”
“No…” He groaned as he closed his eyes and bowed his head. The last twenty or so minutes caught up with him on hyperspeed.
He held out for longer than he thought he would, but when Neji leaned forward and bit the meat of his trapezius, he let out a low, grating, moan and came into his fist.
They collapsed side by side, their lungs trying to learn how to breathe slowly again. He could tell from the pensive look on the prodigy’s face that Neji was wondering why he hadn’t just complied with his request. He sat up and disposed of the condom, grabbing a towel they’d left in the room after the last time. Once they were both wiped off, he gathered his slightly disgruntled lover into his embrace and kissed across his face until his expression smoothened out.
“I want to be mentally prepared for when that happens.” Lee brushed his hair from the side of Neji’s temple.
That made the other man pause. He’d been so focused on his own preparedness, that he hadn’t considered that maybe his lover needed time to wrap his head around it, too.
“Oh.” He felt quite guilty, now. “Is that… something you’d even want?”
“Very much so, I think.” Lee tilted their heads together, laying so they were angled towards one another. “I just felt a little…”
“Blindsided?” Neji finished for him.
“Um, yes?” He confirmed a bit sheepishly.
“Sorry.” Neji stared down at Lee’s chest, trying not to spiral too deeply into self-flagellation. “I just assumed… That… wasn’t fair.”
Lee just nuzzled a little closer to acknowledge he’d heard the apology.
“Will you tell me when you’re ready?” Neji pushed a little further, hoping that didn’t make him seem like he was trying to put his needs over his lover’s.
“I will. I promise. There are other things we can do for tonight, if you’re still willing?” He offered, rubbing up and down his lover’s thigh comfortingly.
Instead of answering verbally, Neji just leaned in and kissed him deeply.