sticky kind of heat. the kind that had yuugiri stretched out on the bed, idly fanning herself with her hands. complaining to hell and back, of course, but kankuro politely ignored that in favour of still sorting through clothing. every time he thought he found something of his, they ended up playing a guessing game. holding up something vaguely dark in colour and out of shape, he waits for her head to turn.
hanging off the edge of the bed now, and she squints. “you sure it’s not yours?”
with that, kankuro sticks his hand through what he assumes to be the middle. “uh, no. i don’t think this would look good on me.”
“i’unno, you could make it work.” with some effort, yuugiri finally rolls herself up and moving to where he sat. takes the offered whatever-the-hell-it-was out of his hands, holding it against herself. “oh, wait—yeah, this is mine.”
yuugiri sticks her tongue out, but there’s a look on her face, as she turns to face the mirror. “aw… i remember this.”
“is that supposed to be armo—“
“shuddup… it looked good. that’s all i cared about, anyway.”
chin in hand, elbow against knee. kankuro continued to sit crosslegged, watching as yuugiri turned this way and that, admiring herself. “obviously,” he snorts, knowing full well that the look she sent him was filthy. and yet incredibly ignored.
with a huff, yuugiri turns back around.“i wonder if it still fits…” speaking to herself now. tugging down the lower half, as if to make it stretch.
“y’know, you said you were a kunoichi… if you were running around in that, i would believe that you got your ass kicked more than once. doesn’t cover anything.”
“oi.” one half of a warning, before she throws her shirt at his head. no, his, back at him, leaving kankuro to pull it off and watch her step into the material. “just you wait.”
he knows yuugiri could see his frown in the mirror, followed by the tilt of his head as she bends. her turn to snort, watching him from the corner of her eyes. even as she pulls what might’ve passed as a bodysuit up, clearly this had passed from fond memories to something else. kankuro doesn’t stop the appreciative look on his face, either. quite ready for this change in tune.
high up against her throat, and yuugiri buttons it against the back of her neck. pulls and pinches at where it didnt seem to sit right against her chest. how there was the barest slit along the curve of her spine. half a grumble there, goes unheard, before she turns on her heel. low whistle, as kankuro pushes himself to stand. reaching for her, grin matching grin, as his hands trail along where the material was cut out, high up and over her hips. all the way around, to where it barely seemed to hold up against her ass.
“and you fought in this?”
yuugiri sighs, winding her arms around his neck. “i wore layers, thank you.”
kankuro lets out an uh huh that didn’t believe her for a second. not when he carries his fingers back towards her front, slipping between them. “and the cutout?”
whilst he had seen his fair share of shinobi forgo full coverings for the odd touch scandalous clothing, well. it was his lips against her neck. following covered skin southward, to where there was a delicately detailed opening. like a bullseye.
“mmm, i do. not sure if i believe you wore this out in the field, but…” trailing off, fingers working the material against her. puff of laughter against him, as she parts her thighs, just a touch. “it’s working for me.”
“i can tell.” hitch, right there. slow circles, as his lips trail across, to find their way back up her shoulder. yuugiri’s grip in his hair tightens, enough to give him a warning, as she pulls him back. and with a lick of her lips, she encourages him down.
on his knees. free hand that grips the back of her thigh, over his shoulder. the change in position has yuugiri twist, hand going to rest on the top of the mirror, as kankuro. kisses. follows the material again, pulling it away from her skin enough, fingers edging underneath to have her shudder.
“y’know, i think you should wear this more often.” mumbled against the curve where the top of her thigh met her hip, until his teeth sink in there. not too deeply, but the groan definitely was worth it.
kankuro doesn’t laugh. he doesn’t tease. hands move to hold her ass, pulling her in against his mouth. maybe his fine gets across to her, alongside the open mouthed kiss against the material that sat too tight. tongue pressing up against her; friction definitely new. turns his head, teeth against sensitive skin that peeked out around the material. for her part, yuugiri had apparently moved to both her hands on top of the mirror, solitary leg holding her upright shaking. if he tilted his head back, with the narrowed space between them and the mirror, he was sure she was close to outright pressing her face against it.
shift on his knees, rearranging himself, before. two fingers, spreading her. tongue tracing along again, waiting for the way yuugiri twitches, his name all but a groan from above his head. worked against her clit, waiting for the—ah, there it was. that kind of dragged out annoyance. and he would’ve said: you’re the one wearing this. he would’ve said: already?
but yuugiri manages to push against the top of his head, encouraging him back. biting her lip and that flush high on her cheeks. wiping his mouth against the back of his hand, kankuro laughs as he’s pushed back. as he pushes back. sitting her back up against the mirror, the thin line of skin along her back exposed to the glass.
they’re both a little wild-eyed. crushing kind of kiss, where her nails catch along his shoulders, and he’s fumblefucking. hands on thighs, pushing them wider, following inward. getting that damn material to the side, where it pulls and moves and yuugiri can only groan. cheek to cheek. one finger in, slow and turning, curling against her. second knuckle kind of deep, until her nips his ear.
pushy. kind of comment that gets a breathy laugh, lost to two fingers. thumb rubbing against her clit. kankuro could feel the lines she drags down to his pants, forcing them down enough. yuugiri’s little come on wasn’t unheard. wasn’t ignored. scout’s honour, cross his heart. he’d told her once, he’d told her a dozen times before. he got far more enjoyment out of watching her squirm.
oh, no, yuugiri realised. thumb and forefinger, pinching his nipple. “come on!”
“ow, dammit! alright, alright, fuck…”
manhandled was the best way to describe how he got her into something that might’ve been comfortable. one leg up over his shoulder, the other still stretched out wide. ah, he’d hear her complain about it later. pulled a muscle or there was a new bruise or whatever the hell she would find later. that was fine, as kankuro drags a finger down her once more, lips to swollen lips. yuugiri’s hands on his cock, pumping him, as he shuffled closer again. waits for the twinge in her eyebrow to settle from the pressure on her joints.
breathy yeah, where her pupils are blown out. hair messed and sweaty and he’s not going to lie about how great her tits looked here. tells her, because of course he does, as that gets him a laugh that really does a number on them. kankuro lines himself up, waits for that little nod, eases in. somewhere between the way she held his cock, to him having to move that half step closer again, he figured he wouldn’t be able to go for that long. too hot, too bothered.
had to make it count for something. yet yuugiri was in no way helpful, with the way he raises her hips, until the angle was good and they were golden, hips meeting. fine. whatever. eases out completely, returns almost as slow. she scrambles — closest thing he could think to describe her then. for the way she seems to finally take the hint to move her own damn hips.
never let it be said kankuro wasn’t a problem solver. better pace now, especially for the impatient one. shaking all the way down her legs, her hands not quite sure whether to hold herself up, touch him, touch herself. pull at the material to keep it aside, fingers stretching as she rubs at her clit. shame at the angle they were, he couldn’t quite get a handle on her ass. closing the distance between the mirror once more, until she was all but pressed up against it, more firmly in his lap.
much better. something to be said, in the way he keeps a hand against the mirror. beside her head. how her fingers curl around his wrist, turning cheek into the glass. lips against his pulse. light open handed slap against her ass, making her jump. making her moan.
with a tight coil low in his belly, kankuro kissed her. rough and hard and more like a smother, swallowing loud moans. held her, against the glass, as he came. groan dragged out of him, somewhat forming her name. and he was all kinds of starry eyed behind his lids, blinking them out of existence, before he smacks yuugiri’s hand out of the way. replaces it with his own.
twitching around his cock. from the way the material had pulled over her, it didn’t let her last too much longer, providing friction that had her legs tremble. hands that pulled his face back against her, so yuugiri could moan against him. gritted teeth easing into a slippery sort of smile. far too pleased with herself, as her leg is set down. grunt as kankuro pulls out, moving his weight off the mirror. a little too tight in the backs of his legs, moving back to give yuugiri space to stretch.
once he was tucked back in, kankuro rocked back on his heels, before letting himself fall completely back on his ass. nope, flopping down now, a light laugh leaving him. hands under his head, staring at the ceiling fan until he heard movement. tilts himself enough to watch how yuugiri seems to carefully pry the bodysuit off, indents in skin where it had sat tight around her hips. thrown in a crumpled heap beside the mirror, before she crawls over to where he was.
“you did look good in it,” kankuro says against her lips, before she just seems to sink into the ground beside him, head on his chest. that kind of flush wasn’t just from sex. next time he’d make sure the fan was up higher, judging by the way she stretched out again.
with a deep inhale, yuugiri turns her head up. “told you.” signed and sealed with a wink.
one moment of reprieve, before kankuro rolls, collecting her up in his arms. “yeah, yeah, you told me, i get it.” loudly spoken over the way his name spills from yuugiri’s lips, all high pitched and worried and laughing, rolled into one noise when she lands in the middle of the bed.
kankuro kicks off his pants, and clambers onto the bed, hovering over her. matches grin, hands in his hair, pulling him down again. and his lips follow those little indents all over again.
