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Kiba finds himself aroused by Naruto's scent after he gets back from his 2 years training. Things devolve as he tries to secretly get more.
Kiba was on his daily run with Akamaru when he came across a tantalizing scent. Like the smell of a thriving forest on fire, but muskier. For the first time in two years, Kiba diverted from his normal path. Akamaru looked at him weird and gave a questioning growl, but Kiba ignored it to continue chasing the scent. As he got closer to the source, a somewhat floral undertone was detectable. Kiba was practically salivating.
As he rounded the corner, he saw a familiar blond loser cross their path a few meters up. It had been two years since he’d last seen that head of spiky locks and he knew he should say hello, but right now he HAD to find out where the smell was coming from. He sprinted past the blond shinobi for about 5 paces before he stopped and his head did a sharp U-Turn to stare at the whiskered boy behind him. His nose twitched.
Naruto who had been walking carelessly down the streets froze when the pedestrian that passed him by stopped and glared at him, but only for a moment before he realized who it was.
Naruto raised his hand. “Yo, Kiba.”
Kiba squinted at Naruto, taking a deep breath before saying, “Hey Naruto, you’re uh.. Back!” He tried to continue subtly sniffing the air as he took cautious steps toward Naruto, his eyes flying up and down Naruto’s body as he searched for the source of that smell. His thigh pouch? Pants pocket? Where is it?!
Naruto had just gotten back to the leaf village not too long ago. He’d run into a few friends, had a late lunch at Ichiraku, and now was just taking a stroll by himself around the village. There were less villagers out at this time, but he wasn’t receiving as many disapproving looks as he remembered. Maybe they don’t recognize me, he mused. He had his hands behind his head as he looked to the sky, taking his time to walk the streets and bathing in the nostalgia of being home.
It was about then that two blurs ran by him quickly. He didn’t think much of it– ninja village and all– until the figures stopped and glared at him from beneath bangs that were near black with sweat.
He froze under the piercing stare until he saw the red marks adorning the stranger’s cheeks. Oh, it’s Kiba! Naruto greeted him with a wave and said hello. Kiba continued staring at him. Naruto began to sweat. Did I do something wrong? Say something, man!
After a few seconds of staring into his soul, Kiba took a deep breath through his nose before greeting Naruto back. Naruto, however, felt like he’d been pierced by an arrow. Geh! What was that greeting! Super forced!
Naruto tried to ignore the way Kiba was looking anywhere but at his eyes, repeatedly sniffing the air. Oh man, do I smell bad? Naruto put his arms down and forced a laugh. “Hehe… yeah. Just got back today with Ero-Sennin, dattebayo.” Naruto waited for a reply but didn’t get one as Kiba began to move closer, still sniffing the air with a constipated look on his face. Naruto was pale as he wracked his brain for something to talk about. The dog boy was steadily moving closer, his eyes shifting over Naruto’s body until he was definitely too close.
Kiba leaned in and smelled Naruto’s chest, his narrowed eyes flicking up to make contact with Naruto’s, which were wide with horror and shame. Naruto had gone dead still.
“Naruto… You…”
Naruto disappeared in a flicker, leaves kicking up where he had been standing. Naruto was halfway down the street as he shouted back, tears in his eyes. “Sorry I smell bad Kiba!~ I haven’t had a chance to take a bath yet!”
Kiba was left with the lingering scent of moss and vanilla.
Kiba has spent the last 3 days trying to figure out how to get closer to that delicious odor. The mere memory of being that close to the source was enough to make his face hot.
Finally, he’d created a list of potential plans to try out. He was sure that at least ONE of them would work out the way he wanted so he could get access to that smell…
Plan 1: Train Together
Kiba had successfully convinced Naruto to train with him. The conversation was a little awkward after their last interaction, but Kiba tried to play it off as no big deal.
Now here they were, at Naruto’s old training ground preparing to go at it in taijutsu. Akamaru was fighting alongside Kiba to help ensure Naruto worked up a sweat. Kiba was more preoccupied with trying to get his face close to Naruto’s sweaty body as they fought. Naruto’s taijutsu was good, but this was Kiba’s specialty after tracking, so usually he would have the advantage. However, seeing as he was preoccupied trying to drown himself in the haziness of Naruto’s musky scent that had filled the clearing, it wasn’t long before Naruto started turning the tide on him.
“What’s wrong, Kiba? I thought taijutsu was your speciality?”
The taunting broke through Kiba’s dazed brain and anger rose to the surface. He wouldn’t let that one slide, even if Naruto smelled like sugar, spice, and everything nice. He promptly put Naruto in his place with a few combo moves with Akamaru, knocking the blond falling on his ass.”
“Hah! That’s how it’s done! Good job, Akamaru,” the dog and human duo struck a pose.
Naruto laughed in good humor. “Alright, alright. You win.” He got up and in his face was a towel. Kiba was looking away from him as he held it out to him, his other hand running a similarly sized cloth across his face. Naruto grinned. “Thanks, Kiba!”
He happily used the towel and went to chug some of the water he brought, only to find his bottle empty. “Ah, looks like this session is over.” The blond waved at Kiba, “Thanks for sparring with me! Let’s do it again sometime, neh?”
Naruto turned away with his bottle in hand. Kiba’s eyes suddenly gained a frantic gleam as he reached out, but in the next instant Naruto was gone, and the towel he had lent him was gone with him.
The next day, Naruto returned the laundered towel to him. Kiba used it to wipe his tears of frustration.
Choji had invited all the rookie teams from their year over to his clan house for lunch one day. While everyone was laughing and eating in the dining room, Kiba had excused himself to use the restroom.
Kiba snuck quietly to the front door. There he found the treasure he had been hunting for the last week; Naruto’s shoes. Face already red at what he was about to do but stomach hot with need, Kiba sat seiza and stared at the ninja sandals for a few moments as he worked up the courage. He stretched his senses and looked around for anybody; there was no one.
With a gulp, Kiba reverently grabbed the shoe. He licked his lips nervously as he stared at the shoe in his hand. All at once he shoved his nose into the sole and took a deep breath. Sage! That scent went straight to his gut, turning it into liquid fire and making his head dizzy and hot.
At the same time, the front door opened and Sai, who was running late, entered. They both froze in place.
Kiba’s eyes were wide with horror as he looked into the unreadable gaze of the former root nin. Sai was the first to recover, toeing off his shoes before offering them to Kiba with a small bow.
While Kiba was mortified thinking he was being mocked, the action was done with the utmost seriousness on Sai’s part. “Go ahead.”
Coughing, Kiba lowered the shoe from his nose with a flushed face. He gulped nervously at the situation. Kiba was in a pickle. If he explains that he doesn’t want to smell Sai’s shoes, the obnoxiously inquisitive nin would no doubt want to know why he would want to smell certain shoes but not others. He knows Sai doesn’t get social stuff though, so maybe he can roll with that. He mentally cursed at what he was about to do.
Kiba grabbed the shoes from Sai. He felt the other’s penetrating gaze as he raised the shoes to his face and took a quick sniff of the shoes before setting them down with the others. He looked back up at Sai who was still watching him. He smiled anxiously before both of their gazes went to the sandal still in his hand. Kiba dropped it like it was on fire, before standing. He cleared his throat. “Okay! Everyone’s here, great. Let’s eat.” Then he turned and walked robotically back to the dining room without looking back at the puzzled Sai.
This time was fool proof! The one place where all ninja are unguarded: the bath house! It felt a little weird spying on the men’s side of the bath, but it was almost worth it seeing Naruto playing with rubber ducks while he was alone in the bath house. Kiba managed to smother his chuckles, but his grin didn’t subside. The image was, dare he say, cute. Kiba shook his head at that intrusive thought. Not cute! Like an idiot!
Anyway, now was his chance while the blond idiot was distracted with his toys. Kiba darted into the changing room and quickly found Naruto’s clothes- They wouldn’t have been hard to find even if he couldn’t smell the heavenly scent they were emitting, seeing as there was nobody else on the men’s side right now.
Kiba grinned as he found his prize. Smelly clothes! Very smelly clothes. He must have just come from practice; in other words, perfect. He set the caddy he’d brought in for his disguise on a bench and grabbed the basket of clothes before sitting back next to his caddy.
Kiba lifted the jacket to his face and inhaled deeply. The scent went straight to his brain and loins. Kiba groaned as the fragrance filled his lungs. He couldn’t get enough of this. He huffed a few more times before switching out the jacket for the orange pants. His own pants felt tight as the smell of this cloth hit him. It was far stronger than the jacket. Kiba’s mouth watered.
He buried his mouth into the seat of the pants, huffing through his mouth and nose in equal measure as if he could taste the sweet musk that pervaded the fabric just as much as he could smell it. Kiba couldn’t help but rub himself through his pants as he breathed deeply. The aroma of the garment in his hand caused the stimulation to his erection to send shivers down his legs and spine. He knew he shouldn’t. He knew how risky it was here, but his body was moving on its own as it popped the button on his pants and his hand went down his boxers.
He fondled his hairy balls as he continued to take uneven breaths through the pants. His eye caught something else though. Naruto’s boxers. Drooling and all common sense missing from his brain, Kiba reached out for the crumbled clothing. Touching it, he learned something that made his restrained cock pulse. It was drenched in sweat. Kiba felt hot as the soggy fabric in his hands called to him, like a siren to a sailor.
He pushed the waistband of his underwear down below his balls, his angry cock throbbing after being exposed to air. Kiba lifted the wet cloth in his hands to his nose as he gave his thick dick a few strokes, gasping at the sensation. He couldn’t help his tongue darting out for an experimental taste. Soon after he was licking the boxers clean as he chased that sweet nectar. He was like an alcoholic who had just been given the most delicious and tantalizing wine and he couldn’t get enough.
Kiba was frantically jerking his cock, his wet foreskin making a repetitive schluk as he stroked. Precum dripped off his cock and saturated the floor like a leaky tap. He was so close, his guy was hot and the smell had dulled his senses until he was a drooling, licking, sniffing mess. Kiba was so busy fulfilling his desires that he didn’t hear the sound of bare feet padding into the room.
“Kiba?” Kiba moaned loudly as he came, his heart jumping with the fright of someone calling his name. Heart pounding in fear and ecstasy and his cum continued to shoot out over the clothes before him, Kiba whipped around to see a wide-eyed Naruto looking horrified at his friend cumming on his clothes. Kiba tried to hide it, tried to stop it, but his only free hand had Naruto’s boxers in them, so he ended up cumming in them. The thought of cumming into Naruto’s boxer’s made his cock pulse and increased the intensity of his orgasm. He moaned as his brain was filled with cotton and static.
Naruto had been enjoying his stay back in Konoha. He knew they would have to leave on a mission soon, but it was nice to be back and see everyone again.
Naruto carefully collected his ducks and soaps into an orange caddy, wrapped his towel around his waist, and headed for the changing room. He could hear a faint smacking from beyond the cloth drape in the door.
Making his way through the foggy bath house, he slipped under the curtain to see what the ruckus was. Sitting on the bench was a hunched over figure, the source of the smacking. Their clothed back was to Naruto, but he recognized the person having recently trained with them.
He called out, “Kiba?”
Kiba’s head snapped around and pressed against his nose was a clump of fabric. Very familiar looking fabric. The dog boy groaned as Naruto finally caught sight of the source of the smacking; Kiba’s fist pounding against his poor nutsack. A stream of semen flew in a meter wide arc before splatting against the ground. Of course, the sound of its descent was obscured by the brunette moaning loudly. As his cum spewed out, Kiba tried to stand and cover it, but he was restricted by his pants around his hips and succeeded only in knocking over his caddy and covering Naruto’s boxers in cum. Shampoo exploded onto the floor as the cap burst off and Kiba’s stumbling steps managed to end with him slipping on soap and smacking his head on the tiled floor.
Naruto took in the sight of Kiba’s throbbing cock, still oozing, as the dog nin held his head and hissed in pain. Kiba struggled to pull up his pants over his erection and the pain in his head– it didn’t help that he was still recovering from olfactory intoxication. All the while he was terrified and it was plain to see on his face. His eyes were wide and watery from hitting his head and the fear of the consequences from getting caught.
The blond tilted his head as his gaze took in all these elements. Finally he smiled, “I didn’t know you liked me like that, Kiba!” Then the blond nin’s grin turned sharp and mischievous. “But!... Now I have to punish you.”
The Inuzuka’s screams and moans that day left many passersby wondering if T&I had made a new HQ at the bath house.