#ncji

[shisui-uchiha-ravenheart]

[Rough Play]

SInday Foreplay Prompts

"You wanna beat me wrestling? You have to be joking. First of all, you are younger, the lighter one...I mean look at your thin arms, like a bird's wings." Shisui didn't mean any disrespect but it was the truth he was heavier of the two, and faster if he use his flickering ability.

"There I told you that you will lose" Shisui had Neji pinned to the ground with his both hands above his head. Shisui's bigger hand held both Neji's wrists firmly. Shisui's whole body was pressed against Neji's he could feel his chest rise and fall, heart beating strong and firm. Shisui pushed his hips up as if he wanted to get up.

But he didn't he pushed again, he was gently humping. He was no fool he knew what he felt when he pushed the lad under him and was all eager too, despite the blush on his pale face. Shisui let go of Neji's wrists giving him the choice to leave or to stay...till...

[asunokami]

[starter for @ncji]

Missions changed all the time. Sometimes, like now, the unfortunate timing would render a previous mission superfluous, even an obstacle to the new objective, but shinobi learned to be flexible from an early age in body and mind.

What was once an escort mission had been re-issued to Anbu, and the missive this time was clearly not in the healthy interest of the subject; from escort to assassination was a bit of a leap, but not so unusual that anyone would question the decision.

Not that Yukirama was in the habit or business of questioning his orders. Not anymore, anyway. The time of rebellion and questioning Konohagakure openly had long since passed and become a thing of the shadows, something played close to the vest, something that went unspoken. His clan was nothing but a memory, to him and the village, especially since the departure of that distant cousin of his, the only true survivor of the Uchiha. Yukirama had since left his name behind, known only by his code to the others he worked with.

It was better this way. He was nothing but a tool in their minds, and he was content to let them think so.

Just as he was content to catch up with the jonin currently escorting a woman that Yukirama would kill, come nightfall. The shinobi from his village was clad in bright white, matched only by his eyes, marking him as a Hyuuga, plain for anyone to see. Not someone to be underestimated then, or trifled with.

Yukirama would be professional; he’d inform the shinobi of the change in orders before killing the person that the Hyuuga was supposed to protect.

On a shady fork in the road, he waited for the slow procession, perched on a road-sign.

[maskage]

@ncji replied to your post: A sigh said more than needed. Hatake Kakashi was a...

“Has that ever been the case?” As long as he’d known him, that mask had always drawn attention to his face.

           he shrugs.      “i’d like to think that it’s done me some favours.”

[deardeerdude]

"I will leave you," he threatened as Shikamaru pressed his fingers to a certain shogi piece. It was his third time losing, and he was getting frustrated.

         Gosh, he can’t exactly says that Neji’s getting better and better in each round---- and he just can’t admit the fact that the more challenging it is, the more competitive he gets. Or maybe he should take it easy?

“Haha, don’t be like that--- trust me, I barely got this one in the bag. One more round?” Perhaps Neji will beat him... and he’s definitely not going to go easy. Nope. Also, with a soft tap on the board, “Checkmate.”

[hokuten]

[ @ncji // from kakashi ]

               “Yo, Neji. Here to submit your ANBU application?”

[shisui-vchiha]

@ncji

At first, he seemed to be helping himself up with Shisui's help, but, then, he allowed gravity to pull him back down as he jerked on Shisui's hand to pull him into the dirt as well.

Well shit. Guess he’d be doing laundry today. Shisui flopped onto the ground and half landed on Neji. Okay, he could have gotten away-- 

“Really? Are you five or something?” He definitely wasn’t wrong about Neji’s intentions now. The Uchiha was nose to nose with him, his expression coy. “It’s kind of cute, I could almost forgive you for dirtying my clothes.”

[dutchiha]

"Neji," he says softly. "Wake up." Itachi sits down on the edge of the bed, and kicks his shoes off so he can put his feet on the bed too. He brushes his hand over Neji's forehead that bears lightning scars now, but no seal. His eyes have empty sockets. "We did it," Itachi whispers, and he kisses Neji's cheek. This moment is for celebration, and he clicks the remote of the vibrator to 'on'.

@ncji

[blind-uchiha]

@ncji

replied to your post

“Casually hip bumps him back into his house as soon as he tries to...”

It was then that Neji joined the Uchiha inside of his home and slid the door shut behind them. "I know you just got back. That is why I am here, Uchiha. Now, try not to speak." Straddling the elder prodigy's hips, he slid his fingers into his hair. He had missed those curls.

“H-hey what are you--” He never knew the Hyuuga to enjoy being so close to him, but as the other’s fingers made their way to his hair he understood. Ahh, that’s what he wanted. Of course, spends months away on a dangerous mission, only to have his hair wanted when he gets back. 

Typical. 

Part of him wanted to be mad, but he let it go fairly easily, deciding to just enjoy the feeling of Neji playing with his curls. He also missed the feeling of this when he was gone.