Snow White, Rose Red
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Kiba/Sasuke/Naruto
Warnings: sadism/masochism, graphic description of bloodplay
Summary: Er, none, really. Just kinky porn.
Holy fuck, Naruto looked good giving head. However much he bitched about it, his enthusiasm and determination to drive his partner completely fucking insane won Kiba over every time. But while Kiba loved seeing that dirty mouth choking on his cock, it looked even better full of Sasuke’s. Naruto crouched beside the bed, stroking his hands up and down Sasuke’s shaking thighs. Kiba pulled his mouth away from Sasuke’s shoulder, admiring the bruise there.
“You ready, slut?” He ran his hands up Sasuke’s chest, feeling the muscles jump under his touch. Sasuke’s head fell back, and his breath was warm on Kiba’s face.
“Do your worst.”
Kiba laid him down, swallowing hard at the way his hair spread out across the pillowcase. His chest was pale against the towels Kiba had set out, and Kiba could see him breathing, quick and shallow with anticipation.
Sasuke nearly screamed when the scalpel bit into his chest, right underneath his collarbone. He moaned, clutching the blanket with shaking hands. Fuck, Kiba could see the pulse jumping in Sasuke’s throat, could feel blood pounding beneath his fingers even though he was a good seven inches from Sasuke’s heart. The cut bled with Sasuke’s pulse, seeping bright red against the pale skin. Heat twisted between Kiba’s legs, and the way Sasuke writhed, desperate to feel something against the torn skin, nearly made Kiba lose it.
“Naruto, keep him still. He can’t come just yet.” Naruto moved to the bed and began stroking Sasuke’s hair, while Kiba took several deep breaths to calm his shaking hands.
Kiba set aside the scalpel and lay down beside Sasuke. He drew his finger in a slow circle around the edges of the wound. “You look so fucking hot like this, baby. How’s it feel?”
“So good,” Sasuke panted. “Fuck! Just touch it, Kiba, please.”
Fire shot straight to Kiba’s cock, and he thrust slowly against Sasuke’s hip. “Oh, baby, you know you’re pretty when you beg. But you’ll have to do better than that.” His mouth closed around Sasuke’s nipple. Sasuke let out a frustrated snarl when Kiba flicked his tongue across the tip.
“Ah…Kiba, goddamn it!” He trailed off in a gasp when Kiba worked his hand between Sasuke’s legs. Shit, he was hard as fucking steel, hot and throbbing and already so wet. Kiba gave him a couple loose strokes, noticing how his breath caught at the lightest touch.
“I can tell you’re close, but you can’t come just yet.” He kept nuzzling Sasuke’s chest, sucking on his nipple and gently biting the unmarked skin. “Safewords, baby.”
“Prometheus,” Sasuke gasped. Kiba exhaled across the broken skin, and Sasuke let out a desperate whine. “Ah…Pandora.”
More blood had welled out, pushed by the frantic throbbing of Sasuke’s heart. The droplets quivered dark and warm against his skin. Cock pulsing between his legs, Kiba licked the wound. The hot taste of metal and sweat, the slickness of blood under his tongue, the way Sasuke moaned and pressed up against him made Kiba shake with desire. He sucked hard, and Sasuke screamed the roof down as hot blood pulsed into Kiba’s mouth.
“You feel that, slut?” He kissed Sasuke’s lips, letting him taste himself. Sasuke sucked desperately on his tongue, fingers clenching in Kiba’s hair.
Naruto was touching himself now, his palm resting on the hard planes of Sasuke’s chest. “Feel how fast his heart’s beating. God, Sasuke, your whole body’s pulsing. You’re so alive.”
Kiba grinned-Naruto got it. “Yeah. You’re such a little pain slut, aren’t you? Does your heart pound like crazy when I rip you open?” He dragged his nails down the hard muscles of Sasuke’s stomach, leaving pale red streaks that Sasuke arched up into. “Do you want me to fuck you like this, bleeding all over yourself like a filthy whore?”
Sasuke’s eyes were liquid fire, glazed over with such violent need that Kiba nearly came where he sat. “You as good with your cock as you are with a scalpel?” he murmured, mouth turning up in a smirk.
Kiba growled. “Bitch. You know you could come just thinking about it.” He motioned to Naruto, who reached into the nightstand for lube. “I’m gonna fuck you nice and hard, and every thrust’ll tug at that cut on your chest until it’s stinging like nothing else. Then you’ll come all over your stomach like the filthy slut you are, without anybody even touching your dick.”
Sasuke’s eyes fluttered closed. “I’ll come even harder if you open another one.”
Kiba froze. “You sure you can handle that? Naruto, what do you think?”
Naruto, already flushed and panting, looked up at Kiba. “He’s breathing good, and his heart rate’s steady. I think he can take it.”
“Fine.” Kiba reached for an antiseptic wipe. “Give me your arm.”
He dragged the scalpel lightly down the inside of Sasuke’s forearm, raising a delicate red line that scarcely bled. It took a staggering amount of concentration to ignore the give of the tender flesh under his knife, the delicious angry red of broken skin, the heavy pulse beating fast fast fast under Kiba’s thumb.
“Oh, you bleed so pretty, baby.” He set the scalpel down and ran the pad of his finger along the cut, making Sasuke shudder and moan and throb even faster beneath Kiba’s thumb. He raised Sasuke’s arm to his mouth. “Suck,” he ordered. “Naruto, stay where you are and watch his heart rate. If you think he’s fading, call safeword.”
Kiba shuddered when Sasuke lifted his legs, putting his cock and asshole on shameless display. He resisted the urge to tease Sasuke even more, to run slick fingers down the burning shaft and over the tight, needy asshole, feel it spasm under his touch. The weight of Sasuke’s calves on his shoulders kept Kiba grounded, and he concentrated on breathing deeply and slowly as he sunk into Sasuke’s body.
“Fuck, you’re so tight.” Kiba’s voice came out low and shaky, the heat and clenching muscles almost too much to handle. He shut his eyes, pulling in several deep breaths. Sasuke was a frantic mess, and Naruto wasn’t much better-the bastard came harder watching Sasuke get fucked than he did when he was participating. It was up to Kiba to set the pace, up to him to hold the knife and watch everybody’s limits and stop the scene from going too far. He hitched Sasuke’s legs up and began moving faster, groaning at the way Sasuke’s body trembled against his.
They were all flushed and gasping now. Sasuke’s eyebrows furrowed as he worried his tongue over the cut on his arm, and Naruto was panting open-mouthed against Sasuke’s throat. Naruto slid his palm across Sasuke’s chest to the first cut, then dragged his nail across the edge. Sasuke cried out and dug his legs into Kiba’s shoulders. Kiba gasped, his fingers digging into Sasuke’s thighs.
“God, you look so fucking gorgeous like this. Both of you.” The contrast still took Kiba’s breath away-tan skin on white, blond hair sticking to flushed cheeks, dark blood smeared against pale skin. He found a rhythm all three of them could move to, driving in with short, rapid thrusts that brought Sasuke just past a comfortable level of stimulation and drew incoherent whines from every exhale. Naruto’s hand was a blur between his legs, and he returned all of Sasuke’s moans with one of his own. He came first, his feverish eyes locked on Sasuke’s.
“So beautiful,” he murmured, tucking his head against Sasuke’s chest. “Tell me how it feels when he fucks you.”
“Perfect,” Sasuke gasped, his eyes screwed shut with pleasure. “Fuck…so full. Harder, Kiba, god, I’m so close…” Sasuke screamed when he came, clenching around Kiba so hard his vision went white.
With Sasuke warm and limp beneath him, Kiba could finally let go of his control. He buried his release deep inside Sasuke, a loud groan falling from his lips. His eyes stayed shut; he felt a hand in his hair, and Naruto’s soft voice, murmuring the same endearments he usually gave Sasuke.
“Come lie down, Kiba. I’ll clean him up.” The bed was soft where Naruto had been lying, and Sasuke’s body was warm against his. Not one for cuddling, Sasuke merely tilted his head to the side and looked at Kiba, letting his breath calm down naturally. Kiba leaned into Sasuke’s shoulder and closed his eyes, trusting Naruto to take care of them.
Pairing: Kiba/Sasuke/Naruto
Warnings: sadism/masochism, graphic description of bloodplay
Summary: Er, none, really. Just kinky porn.
Holy fuck, Naruto looked good giving head. However much he bitched about it, his enthusiasm and determination to drive his partner completely fucking insane won Kiba over every time. But while Kiba loved seeing that dirty mouth choking on his cock, it looked even better full of Sasuke’s. Naruto crouched beside the bed, stroking his hands up and down Sasuke’s shaking thighs. Kiba pulled his mouth away from Sasuke’s shoulder, admiring the bruise there.
“You ready, slut?” He ran his hands up Sasuke’s chest, feeling the muscles jump under his touch. Sasuke’s head fell back, and his breath was warm on Kiba’s face.
“Do your worst.”
Kiba laid him down, swallowing hard at the way his hair spread out across the pillowcase. His chest was pale against the towels Kiba had set out, and Kiba could see him breathing, quick and shallow with anticipation.
Sasuke nearly screamed when the scalpel bit into his chest, right underneath his collarbone. He moaned, clutching the blanket with shaking hands. Fuck, Kiba could see the pulse jumping in Sasuke’s throat, could feel blood pounding beneath his fingers even though he was a good seven inches from Sasuke’s heart. The cut bled with Sasuke’s pulse, seeping bright red against the pale skin. Heat twisted between Kiba’s legs, and the way Sasuke writhed, desperate to feel something against the torn skin, nearly made Kiba lose it.
“Naruto, keep him still. He can’t come just yet.” Naruto moved to the bed and began stroking Sasuke’s hair, while Kiba took several deep breaths to calm his shaking hands.
Kiba set aside the scalpel and lay down beside Sasuke. He drew his finger in a slow circle around the edges of the wound. “You look so fucking hot like this, baby. How’s it feel?”
“So good,” Sasuke panted. “Fuck! Just touch it, Kiba, please.”
Fire shot straight to Kiba’s cock, and he thrust slowly against Sasuke’s hip. “Oh, baby, you know you’re pretty when you beg. But you’ll have to do better than that.” His mouth closed around Sasuke’s nipple. Sasuke let out a frustrated snarl when Kiba flicked his tongue across the tip.
“Ah…Kiba, goddamn it!” He trailed off in a gasp when Kiba worked his hand between Sasuke’s legs. Shit, he was hard as fucking steel, hot and throbbing and already so wet. Kiba gave him a couple loose strokes, noticing how his breath caught at the lightest touch.
“I can tell you’re close, but you can’t come just yet.” He kept nuzzling Sasuke’s chest, sucking on his nipple and gently biting the unmarked skin. “Safewords, baby.”
“Prometheus,” Sasuke gasped. Kiba exhaled across the broken skin, and Sasuke let out a desperate whine. “Ah…Pandora.”
More blood had welled out, pushed by the frantic throbbing of Sasuke’s heart. The droplets quivered dark and warm against his skin. Cock pulsing between his legs, Kiba licked the wound. The hot taste of metal and sweat, the slickness of blood under his tongue, the way Sasuke moaned and pressed up against him made Kiba shake with desire. He sucked hard, and Sasuke screamed the roof down as hot blood pulsed into Kiba’s mouth.
“You feel that, slut?” He kissed Sasuke’s lips, letting him taste himself. Sasuke sucked desperately on his tongue, fingers clenching in Kiba’s hair.
Naruto was touching himself now, his palm resting on the hard planes of Sasuke’s chest. “Feel how fast his heart’s beating. God, Sasuke, your whole body’s pulsing. You’re so alive.”
Kiba grinned-Naruto got it. “Yeah. You’re such a little pain slut, aren’t you? Does your heart pound like crazy when I rip you open?” He dragged his nails down the hard muscles of Sasuke’s stomach, leaving pale red streaks that Sasuke arched up into. “Do you want me to fuck you like this, bleeding all over yourself like a filthy whore?”
Sasuke’s eyes were liquid fire, glazed over with such violent need that Kiba nearly came where he sat. “You as good with your cock as you are with a scalpel?” he murmured, mouth turning up in a smirk.
Kiba growled. “Bitch. You know you could come just thinking about it.” He motioned to Naruto, who reached into the nightstand for lube. “I’m gonna fuck you nice and hard, and every thrust’ll tug at that cut on your chest until it’s stinging like nothing else. Then you’ll come all over your stomach like the filthy slut you are, without anybody even touching your dick.”
Sasuke’s eyes fluttered closed. “I’ll come even harder if you open another one.”
Kiba froze. “You sure you can handle that? Naruto, what do you think?”
Naruto, already flushed and panting, looked up at Kiba. “He’s breathing good, and his heart rate’s steady. I think he can take it.”
“Fine.” Kiba reached for an antiseptic wipe. “Give me your arm.”
He dragged the scalpel lightly down the inside of Sasuke’s forearm, raising a delicate red line that scarcely bled. It took a staggering amount of concentration to ignore the give of the tender flesh under his knife, the delicious angry red of broken skin, the heavy pulse beating fast fast fast under Kiba’s thumb.
“Oh, you bleed so pretty, baby.” He set the scalpel down and ran the pad of his finger along the cut, making Sasuke shudder and moan and throb even faster beneath Kiba’s thumb. He raised Sasuke’s arm to his mouth. “Suck,” he ordered. “Naruto, stay where you are and watch his heart rate. If you think he’s fading, call safeword.”
Kiba shuddered when Sasuke lifted his legs, putting his cock and asshole on shameless display. He resisted the urge to tease Sasuke even more, to run slick fingers down the burning shaft and over the tight, needy asshole, feel it spasm under his touch. The weight of Sasuke’s calves on his shoulders kept Kiba grounded, and he concentrated on breathing deeply and slowly as he sunk into Sasuke’s body.
“Fuck, you’re so tight.” Kiba’s voice came out low and shaky, the heat and clenching muscles almost too much to handle. He shut his eyes, pulling in several deep breaths. Sasuke was a frantic mess, and Naruto wasn’t much better-the bastard came harder watching Sasuke get fucked than he did when he was participating. It was up to Kiba to set the pace, up to him to hold the knife and watch everybody’s limits and stop the scene from going too far. He hitched Sasuke’s legs up and began moving faster, groaning at the way Sasuke’s body trembled against his.
They were all flushed and gasping now. Sasuke’s eyebrows furrowed as he worried his tongue over the cut on his arm, and Naruto was panting open-mouthed against Sasuke’s throat. Naruto slid his palm across Sasuke’s chest to the first cut, then dragged his nail across the edge. Sasuke cried out and dug his legs into Kiba’s shoulders. Kiba gasped, his fingers digging into Sasuke’s thighs.
“God, you look so fucking gorgeous like this. Both of you.” The contrast still took Kiba’s breath away-tan skin on white, blond hair sticking to flushed cheeks, dark blood smeared against pale skin. He found a rhythm all three of them could move to, driving in with short, rapid thrusts that brought Sasuke just past a comfortable level of stimulation and drew incoherent whines from every exhale. Naruto’s hand was a blur between his legs, and he returned all of Sasuke’s moans with one of his own. He came first, his feverish eyes locked on Sasuke’s.
“So beautiful,” he murmured, tucking his head against Sasuke’s chest. “Tell me how it feels when he fucks you.”
“Perfect,” Sasuke gasped, his eyes screwed shut with pleasure. “Fuck…so full. Harder, Kiba, god, I’m so close…” Sasuke screamed when he came, clenching around Kiba so hard his vision went white.
With Sasuke warm and limp beneath him, Kiba could finally let go of his control. He buried his release deep inside Sasuke, a loud groan falling from his lips. His eyes stayed shut; he felt a hand in his hair, and Naruto’s soft voice, murmuring the same endearments he usually gave Sasuke.
“Come lie down, Kiba. I’ll clean him up.” The bed was soft where Naruto had been lying, and Sasuke’s body was warm against his. Not one for cuddling, Sasuke merely tilted his head to the side and looked at Kiba, letting his breath calm down naturally. Kiba leaned into Sasuke’s shoulder and closed his eyes, trusting Naruto to take care of them.