His hands began to wander up and under Shikamaru's shirt, his fingers running along his back. He almost didn't even notice his hands were wandering. He just knew that he wanted to be in contact with as much of the other as he could.

It was strange, losing himself like this. His lack of inhibition was refreshing, yes, but also a bit jarring. This is the second time he's been so vulnerable. The thought was uncomfortable, and so pushed it out of his mind for the moment.