Purple 5/5 (Part 4/5)
Title: Purple
Pairing: SasuNaru
Rating: NC17
Chapter Rating: NC17
Warnings: Sexual themes, language
Summary: It's hard learning how to save peoples lives when you're so busy trying to save your own.
Naruto was determined not to be the one who gave in. People did this all the time, he reasoned. And Sasuke seemed to know what he was doing. There was a hand stroking his clothed thigh, and his leg twitched with the effort to keep it still. Sasuke’s hand just kept on climbing higher. And although Naruto knew that those hands were rough with calluses, connected to arms taught with muscle, and although his pride begged to differ, Naruto was slowly beginning to lose himself. It was like slipping from the real world to a daydream in the middle of class. Everything took on a calmer, more surreal quality, without actually changing anything. Sasuke had shifted his hips down and pressed gently into Naruto’s, aligning both their arousals. Naruto didn’t buck up or react when Sasuke repeated the motion, grinding downwards a bit harder. But he didn’t stop it, either. Nor did he feel an ounce of disgust, of relief. He didn’t stop to think that the blindfold was working, because if he did, it would all be ruined.
Naruto didn’t want this to be ruined. It felt good. Sasuke was warm and real above him, taking control in such a perfectly uncontrolled away. Naruto let him push his pants out of the way, and felt Sasuke pull back to shimmy out of his jeans.
Bare skin.
It felt good.
They began to sweat soon after that. Naruto shifted his legs and kicked his feet out of his slacks. Because he felt stupid to have them on, he also toed out of his socks. When his feet were bare, he slowly ran them down the length of Sasuke’s calves. There were hands touching him, around his hips, the small of his back, stroking the insides of his thighs repeatedly--
That’s all right, it’s all right, because I’m touching him too.
It started slowly. Naruto didn’t think he could, but he did. Because just for ten minutes, or even five, Naruto wanted to feel good. The building pressure, the pleasure as a rough and hot hand gently took hold of him and squeezed, was all too wrong for words, but he couldn’t stop. He now understood what it meant to be caught up in the heat of a moment. And what a heat it was. Hot, fumbling.
The carpet was rough.
Sweat made their fingers slide and stick.
Awkward angles as their hands found each other and jerked.
Moaning, then quieter sounds, because they thought they were being too loud.
Too inexperienced, too rough, too fast.
It feels good.
Don’t stop.
Please. Please.
Don’t go.
Sasuke bent his head lower and began to lick at his neck, lips roaming confidently over the skin there, raising marks that would no doubt be purple by the morning.. When the raven-haired boy leaned back down for another heated kiss, he rearranged his body to fit it better along Naruto’s, lower. Naruto‘s arm stretched, and Sasuke batted his hand away. Took a hold of both of them, squeezed, grinded, oh. When he drew his tongue back out to play, he took the chance to grind his hips down hard. Even with his mouth covered, Naruto’s yelp was loud in the silently dimming room to break their unspoken treaty to keep things quiet as possible. Sasuke repeated the motion, drawing quiet grunts, drawn out moans.
As the moments drew on, the kiss grew sloppier, and Sasuke’s movements become more sporadic. He went from slow, long, powerful grinds to quick and inexperienced ones, shaking them both, causing Naruto to cry out. Air became hard to find and at some point they broke apart. Sasuke instantly latched his mouth onto Naruto’s neck again, biting and lapping at the flesh until Naruto, dizzy from the sweet pain of it, returned the favor. To leave dark marks in the skin as white as snow. Sasuke sucked at small patches behind his ears before quickly running his tongue across Naruto’s chin, then down to the hollow at the base of his throat, all the while creating unrelated rhythms that the blond made his best attempts to follow, raising his hips, spreading his legs, trying to find footing. The unrelenting friction combined with the utter helplessness of the darkness--let him have it, give him control, it feels good, lose responsibility, he wants it, he can have it, it feels good--intensified the cravings, and he could feel the scorching heat threaten to burn and char the skin right off his bones.. Their chests, slick with sweat, slid together, making wet noises to match that of Sasuke’s tongue as it circled his throat.
An epiphany came to him as Sasuke bit particularly hard on the juncture between his neck and shoulder. Naruto knew who he was. With his hands he knew he’d just memorize nearly every inch of him from the hips up. He ran one hand messily over Sasuke’s moving jaw, then over his face, following the gentle slope of his nose, then downwards to his panting lips. Sasuke captured a finger in his mouth, sucking it in, circling it with his tongue and Naruto moaned as his partner let go, now licking at the web between his fingers. The roughness of his hands was oddly welcoming. The erection rubbing against his own wasn’t awkward, just a mirror image of his own need, and comforting in that they were the same, no secret places on the body they had to work around or discover. It was comforting to know what they both wanted, and how to get it with no inhibitions.
The knot of his blindfold dug into the back of his head. Naruto maneuvered it to rub downwards on the carpet, arching his neck. The cloth wouldn’t shift, but he hadn’t expected it to. He expected Sasuke to understand.
Pale hands were fumbling behind him in an instant--yes, yes--and the cloth was gone. The room was dim, and it was wonderful to be able to fully open his eyes without pain. Sasuke was staring down at him like he was the last person on earth, eyes earnest and open in his flushed face. Panting. Lips swollen after trying to swallow Naruto whole. For the second time that day, Naruto initiated the kiss. With both hands he tangled his fingers into Sasuke’s hair, feeling how hot it was, silk woven with threads of flame.
Naruto found his peak before Sasuke, crashing himself upwards one last time before collapsing. Liquid warmth soiled their stomachs, causing their skin to make an odd sucking noise as they moved together. His eyes tightened shut as he rode out the last waves of his orgasm and waited for Sasuke to still above him. The boy continued to move as if possessed for ten more grueling seconds, in which the mind-altering realization of what he’d just participated in came crawling back before Sasuke grunted and smashed himself downwards, suffocating Naruto with the smell of him, the feel of muscle as hard and unrelenting as iron. His fingers dug into sharp hipbones and he gave small, erratic thrusts as he enjoyed the white hot sensation of it.
White hot.
It wasn’t white. It wasn’t blinding. His orgasm didn’t bring the that bright light his previous attempts at masturbation had brought him. This one was shared, and different somehow. It was intoxicatingly pleasurable, and left Naruto gasping, mind thoroughly blinded by it. It was almost… the color blinding his sight, the color he saw when he closed his eyes was….
They lay there for a while, Sasuke on top of him, their bodies crushed tightly together, gathering strength. Their rest probably lasted longer than the actual act. After a while, though, Sasuke grunted and rolled off of him. Suddenly, breathing wasn’t such a burden anymore.
“Are you fine?” Sasuke murmured. There was no hesitance in the thickly accented voice, which was comforting. Sasuke was treating this like a normal thing. No matter how extraordinary it had been, it was good to know that on some level, at least the two of them could take it in strike.
“I’m fine,” Naruto assured him in a weak voice, resisting the urge to make a sarcastic comment. This didn’t seem the time.
“How about a drink?” Sasuke asked. “I can get you a drink, if you wish.”
“Y-yeah,” Naruto stuttered. “Thanks.”
Sasuke slowly stood up, and Naruto’s eyes followed the taller boy as he padded softly to the kitchen. His movements were deliberate and fluid, like a women. He was certainly more graceful than Naruto ever had the chance of being. He fetched a cup from the cupboard and filled it with water from the tap. When it was halfway full, he brought it back. Sasuke sat down slowly, but not like he was afraid of scaring Naruto with sudden movements. He seemed sated, content, and he watched Naruto take a long drink with lazy eyes and a small smile on his lips.
When Naruto had drained the cup, Sasuke took it from him and set it on the kitchen’s tiled floor. He promptly lay back down beside Naruto, wrapping an arm around his waist and tugging him so that they lay side-by-side.
Naruto snorted good-naturedly. “Should we go find a couch or something?”
“Nnh,” Sasuke hummed, burying his nose into Naruto’s neck. “Are you uncomfortable.”
Naruto thought about it for a moment. “Not really,” he replied. To prove it, he lifted his left leg and draped it over Sasuke’s, bringing them closer. The semen and sweat drying on their bodies felt odd, but the way Sasuke smiled into the skin of his shoulder made up for it.
It feels good.
Sasuke kissed the side of his neck.
Don’t go.
--
Sasuke looked like he didn’t quite know how to answer that question. Although Naruto had seen Sasuke surprised before, this was different. Sasuke looked deeply unsettled, and the blond’s stomach sunk when he noticed that peculiar emotion flash through Sasuke’s eyes once again. It made Naruto’s chest hurt, his heart beating too loudly in his ribcage. He hated that looked. He had no idea what it was, he still didn’t, but he despised it with every fiber of his being.
“I told you that,” Sasuke murmured, “because you were only unhappy around me.”
Naruto blinked. “How does misery equal trust in your books?”
“Because you were miserable,” Sasuke informed him. “Every day I worried you wouldn’t show up at school. And every day you did, smiling at everyone and everything… except for me. Not even for Iruka would you drop that stupid little mask of yours.” Sasuke’s face fell. “Except for me. With me, you were honest. Brutally so. And I don’t know why that was. I figured it was because I couldn’t understand half of what you were saying. Or maybe because I hated the children in that school just as mush as you did. Whatever the reason, you didn’t pretend for me.” Sasuke tilted his head to the side, as if asking a question. “That, to me, is trust.”
What is it to me?
What is trust?
Is this trust?
“And I knew… because I trusted you.”
This is trust.
Is this love?
Sasuke eyes him levelly. His black eyes were warm, alive, even after all he’d been subjected to.
Yes. It is.
Naruto smiled. It felt better than the frown, the scowl, the misery that had been twisting his features for years. For the first time since as a middle school with still-growing legs dangling over the side of the school rooftop, Naruto smiled.
Can I fix this?
I can try.
I can promise.
--
Naruto dug his face deeply into the crook of Sasuke’s neck, breathing it in. He couldn’t tell if it was cologne or shampoo he was smelling, but whatever it was, it smelled nice. He couldn’t get enough of it. Naruto’s lips attached themselves below Sasuke’s hears, sucking in at the skin and biting the flesh that was trapped between his teeth. He wasn’t sure if he was being too rough or too gentle, but Sasuke didn’t seem to mind, what with the way his breath hitched every time Naruto bit down, groaning softly when the blond laved at the bite marks with his tongue.
He now had a fairly good idea of what sex smelled like. Whenever he pulled back from Sasuke’s neck he caught a whiff of musk, combined with the tangy odor of their mingled sweat. It was unlike anything he’d ever smelled, and although it wasn’t entirely pleasant, Naruto couldn’t bring himself to mind it. It seemed right; an awkward smell to go along with awkward post-bliss. Sasuke, however, seemed to be rewinding instead of moving forward to a point where they’d finally break apart. The older boy’s hands were still sticky as the trailed over Naruto’s calf, still slung over his hip, over his abdomen, still shining, still hot. The hand on his leg trailed up, over his hip, traveling in the dip of his pelvic for a brief moment of time, making Naruto shudder and shift away at the abrupt tickling sensation. As fast as it was moving, however, was as fast as it disappeared.
Naruto felt Sasuke’s arm reach across him and he pulled back to give his partner a curious look. Sasuke just shook his head and leaned forward to mesh their lips together. This was fine by Naruto. Kissing was what had started all this, before they’d covered more bases in an hour than any normal couple should in half a year. Kissing was like the base of an experiment. Never changing, always there to measure things up against, to decide how far outside of Naruto’s comfort zone Sasuke was planning on taking them next.
A new scent reached Naruto’s nostrils, and for a while, he was confused. It was definitely familiar, but so very out of context that he couldn’t name it. Sasuke was fumbling with something behind him, but he was keeping Naruto’s mouth too busy for the blond to figure out what it was. After a few moments, the movement stopped, and the side of Sasuke’s hand was gently smoothing over Naruto’s backside.
The younger boy flinched minutely out of surprise, but forced his jumping nerves to calm down. His body was tired, but already his hormones were racing. He didn’t know what to blame for that; his age, or Sasuke.
Naruto broke away from the kiss suddenly, leaving Sasuke to momentarily mouth air. The hand that had been tracing the contours of his rear had slipped down, to a more intimate place, sliding up and between Naruto’s legs, searching with damp fingertips. The smoothness of the substance as it was accidentally smeared on his skin alerted him to what it really was. Is that…?
“Sasuke,” Naruto panted, dodging Sasuke’s lips when he leaned in for another kiss, obviously keen on distracting the younger boy. “What the fuck are you doing with oil?”
Sasuke shushed him. The hand continued to slide, and Naruto’s face flushed a humiliated crimson when he felt the slippery fingers slide into the crevice of his ass. He was pressing at Sasuke’s chest now, trying to inch backwards. But Sasuke had leaned up to free the arm he was laying it on, snaking it under Naruto’s head to circle around his shoulders to simulatniously massage the stress away and to keep him from freeing himself.
“Relax,” Sasuke reprimanded. “It feel good if you relax.”
“I don’t wanna relax!” Naruto snapped childishly. “What is it you’re trying to do now?”
Sasuke sighed in frustration. “Dobe,” he hissed, “have I lied about it feeling good yet? For anything?”
Naruto bit his lip. Sasuke was right. Although not everything had necessarily gone smoothly, and certain things felt wrong for a while, it had felt good. And at least for now, the barrier between genders had been demolished. None of the girls in the world mattered because Naruto wasn’t part of that world. He was in Sasuke’s apartment, Sasuke’s world, Sasuke’s rules and his home. And if said it was all right, and Naruto said it was all right, then it was fine. This would be fine too.
Naruto nodded lightly. Winced at the slight pressure, gasped when something gave way in a manner he felt almost certain wasn’t meant to be. But he allowed it. Naruto buried his face into the skin of Sasuke’s neck, kissed it lightly. Winced when the finger slid in further. Sasuke shushed him to relax once again, and Naruto bit his neck harder than he had before, feeling Sasuke’s wince. That shut him and his stupid cooing up.
The finger slid in further, Naruto wincing. He could feel it moving inside, and it made his insides squirm with discomfort. It didn’t hurt, but the foreign pressure bellied the desire that had previously held residence as top emotion in his body. “This,” he muttered, gulping when the intrusion grew deeper. “This feels weird,” he finished lamely. Then he gasped. Sasuke was sliding his finger out, the motion of that odd as well, before sliding it back in, faster than before.
“It feel better,” Sasuke promised. “Have patience.”
Naruto tried. He licked at Sasuke’s neck some more, distracting himself with the pleasant salty taste it left on his tongue. His body, although tired from its orgasm, was beginning to burn again. Naruto didn’t know if he wanted that to happen again so soon. The feeling of it was uncomfortably intimate, which was part of what made it so enjoyable. Naruto shut his eyes, giving up and resting his head against Sasuke’s shoulder, reveling in the feel of it. When Sasuke pulled back, he moved n slowly again, and Naruto winced. He’d added another finger.
“You don’t have to do this,” Naruto panted, grunting when the fingers slid until he felt knuckles press lightly into his backside. “I’m fine. Really. Ah! W-wait, hold on!”
Sasuke was rolling them over now so that Naruto lay on his back, legs spread so that the raven-haired boy could slide between them. Naruto felt a hot arousal press into his own before Sasuke’s free hand was lifting his leg, settling it over his hip so that the other hand could have better access. Naruto bit his lip, heart thundering in his chest. He yelped when a third began to worm its way in and he twisted his hips to try and dislodge it, hissing Sasuke’s name in an angry and embarrassed tone. But Sasuke just chuckled, the smirk on his face revealing his amusement.
“Keep on laughing!” Naruto snapped. “Wait until I cram my fucking fingers up your--your--” Sasuke laughed again, and Naruto scowled, turning his face away.
“Deeper?” Sasuke questioned lightly, obviously enjoying himself. Naruto shook his head ‘no’, but Sasuke ignored him, moving them in even further, pumping them quickly in and out, making embarrassingly loud slipping noises.
“Slower,” Naruto provided. He felt like the wind was constantly being knocked from his lungs, and he couldn’t catch enough of it. “Do you understand ‘slow’ you asshole?”
Sasuke did understand, and he obeyed. His fingers moved more slowly, and Naruto could feel them spreading, stroking at his insides. The slightly pain was sharp, but added to the alien pleasure of it. He groaned softly as they brushed along a different spot of him. His hips arched again, this time to take them in further. Sasuke’s smirk turned into a triumphant one, and Naruto was too distracted to notice the ominous confidence creeping into his smile.
“Naruto?” he asked softly. Naruto’s eyes flickered to attention. “Does it feel good?” The fingertips brushed a spot inside of him, the same spot as before, and Naruto ‘ahh’ed softly. He nodded his head once, although that was all his pride would allow him. “I never lied, correct?” Sasuke pushed. “About what would feel good.” Again, Naruto just shook his head once, forgoing his pride for more of the shockingly good sensations. His hips rose in rhythm to Sasuke’s hand, something that made the older boy’s smirk grow a bit wider. “Then would you be allowing me to try something new?”
Naruto grunted, the noise neither approval or refusal. He wasn’t sure he wanted anything else. This was more than sufficient. It was even better than the hand job he’d received earlier. But Sasuke was adamant in getting an answer. The fingers slid free of Naruto’s body, and Naruto whined in disapproval. “Hey!”
“An answer,” Sasuke ordered, black eyes looking down at Naruto in amusement.
Still breathing heavily, Naruto asked, “What is it you want to try?”
Sasuke shook his head. “Just answer me.”
“Not until you tell me what it is,” Naruto reasoned.
“Do you trust me?”
“Well, yeah, or else I wouldn’t have let you--”
“And I not lied about what felt good, ne?”
Naruto fidgeted nervously. “Yeah, but--”
“Don’t worry,” Sasuke murmured. “I know what to do.”
Naruto still didn’t answer. He was still aroused, and he knew that Sasuke could feel it. In turn, he felt Sasuke’s manhood press heatedly into his abdomen. So far, whatever they’d done so far had done something for both of them. Naruto couldn’t figure out what it was that Sasuke thought they could do.
“All right…” Naruto said reluctantly.
“You promise?”
That sent alarms off in Naruto’s head. Even though the last promise had turned out to work in Naruto’s favor, it had been over something Sasuke knew he wouldn’t be able to do unless he brought Naruto’s unbendable morale into the deal. “Why should I?” Naruto challenged.
Sasuke shrugged, then smirked. “So you won’t chicken out me, of course.”
“Should I want to?”
“Only if you’re cowardice.”
Naruto narrowed his eyes. “Stop taking advantage of me!” he snapped.
Sasuke rolled his eyes, looking frustrated. “Don’t be such like woman, dobe.”
“I’m not a girl!” Naruto snapped, but then sighed, knowing that Sasuke had him cornered. “Fine. I promise.”
Sasuke smiled. He didn’t smirk, or sneer, but smiled. It was only a small tilt at the sides of his lips, but Naruto felt it was worth the dangerous deal just to see what was probably a once-in-a-lifetime thing. “Thank you.”
“Tch, whatever,” Naruto murmured, turning his head to the side, waiting. “Well?”
“Close your eyes.”
“No.”
“Don’t be stubborn again. Just do it.”
“Why?”
“Just trust me.”
Pairing: SasuNaru
Rating: NC17
Chapter Rating: NC17
Warnings: Sexual themes, language
Summary: It's hard learning how to save peoples lives when you're so busy trying to save your own.
Naruto was determined not to be the one who gave in. People did this all the time, he reasoned. And Sasuke seemed to know what he was doing. There was a hand stroking his clothed thigh, and his leg twitched with the effort to keep it still. Sasuke’s hand just kept on climbing higher. And although Naruto knew that those hands were rough with calluses, connected to arms taught with muscle, and although his pride begged to differ, Naruto was slowly beginning to lose himself. It was like slipping from the real world to a daydream in the middle of class. Everything took on a calmer, more surreal quality, without actually changing anything. Sasuke had shifted his hips down and pressed gently into Naruto’s, aligning both their arousals. Naruto didn’t buck up or react when Sasuke repeated the motion, grinding downwards a bit harder. But he didn’t stop it, either. Nor did he feel an ounce of disgust, of relief. He didn’t stop to think that the blindfold was working, because if he did, it would all be ruined.
Naruto didn’t want this to be ruined. It felt good. Sasuke was warm and real above him, taking control in such a perfectly uncontrolled away. Naruto let him push his pants out of the way, and felt Sasuke pull back to shimmy out of his jeans.
Bare skin.
It felt good.
They began to sweat soon after that. Naruto shifted his legs and kicked his feet out of his slacks. Because he felt stupid to have them on, he also toed out of his socks. When his feet were bare, he slowly ran them down the length of Sasuke’s calves. There were hands touching him, around his hips, the small of his back, stroking the insides of his thighs repeatedly--
That’s all right, it’s all right, because I’m touching him too.
It started slowly. Naruto didn’t think he could, but he did. Because just for ten minutes, or even five, Naruto wanted to feel good. The building pressure, the pleasure as a rough and hot hand gently took hold of him and squeezed, was all too wrong for words, but he couldn’t stop. He now understood what it meant to be caught up in the heat of a moment. And what a heat it was. Hot, fumbling.
The carpet was rough.
Sweat made their fingers slide and stick.
Awkward angles as their hands found each other and jerked.
Moaning, then quieter sounds, because they thought they were being too loud.
Too inexperienced, too rough, too fast.
It feels good.
Don’t stop.
Please. Please.
Don’t go.
Sasuke bent his head lower and began to lick at his neck, lips roaming confidently over the skin there, raising marks that would no doubt be purple by the morning.. When the raven-haired boy leaned back down for another heated kiss, he rearranged his body to fit it better along Naruto’s, lower. Naruto‘s arm stretched, and Sasuke batted his hand away. Took a hold of both of them, squeezed, grinded, oh. When he drew his tongue back out to play, he took the chance to grind his hips down hard. Even with his mouth covered, Naruto’s yelp was loud in the silently dimming room to break their unspoken treaty to keep things quiet as possible. Sasuke repeated the motion, drawing quiet grunts, drawn out moans.
As the moments drew on, the kiss grew sloppier, and Sasuke’s movements become more sporadic. He went from slow, long, powerful grinds to quick and inexperienced ones, shaking them both, causing Naruto to cry out. Air became hard to find and at some point they broke apart. Sasuke instantly latched his mouth onto Naruto’s neck again, biting and lapping at the flesh until Naruto, dizzy from the sweet pain of it, returned the favor. To leave dark marks in the skin as white as snow. Sasuke sucked at small patches behind his ears before quickly running his tongue across Naruto’s chin, then down to the hollow at the base of his throat, all the while creating unrelated rhythms that the blond made his best attempts to follow, raising his hips, spreading his legs, trying to find footing. The unrelenting friction combined with the utter helplessness of the darkness--let him have it, give him control, it feels good, lose responsibility, he wants it, he can have it, it feels good--intensified the cravings, and he could feel the scorching heat threaten to burn and char the skin right off his bones.. Their chests, slick with sweat, slid together, making wet noises to match that of Sasuke’s tongue as it circled his throat.
An epiphany came to him as Sasuke bit particularly hard on the juncture between his neck and shoulder. Naruto knew who he was. With his hands he knew he’d just memorize nearly every inch of him from the hips up. He ran one hand messily over Sasuke’s moving jaw, then over his face, following the gentle slope of his nose, then downwards to his panting lips. Sasuke captured a finger in his mouth, sucking it in, circling it with his tongue and Naruto moaned as his partner let go, now licking at the web between his fingers. The roughness of his hands was oddly welcoming. The erection rubbing against his own wasn’t awkward, just a mirror image of his own need, and comforting in that they were the same, no secret places on the body they had to work around or discover. It was comforting to know what they both wanted, and how to get it with no inhibitions.
The knot of his blindfold dug into the back of his head. Naruto maneuvered it to rub downwards on the carpet, arching his neck. The cloth wouldn’t shift, but he hadn’t expected it to. He expected Sasuke to understand.
Pale hands were fumbling behind him in an instant--yes, yes--and the cloth was gone. The room was dim, and it was wonderful to be able to fully open his eyes without pain. Sasuke was staring down at him like he was the last person on earth, eyes earnest and open in his flushed face. Panting. Lips swollen after trying to swallow Naruto whole. For the second time that day, Naruto initiated the kiss. With both hands he tangled his fingers into Sasuke’s hair, feeling how hot it was, silk woven with threads of flame.
Naruto found his peak before Sasuke, crashing himself upwards one last time before collapsing. Liquid warmth soiled their stomachs, causing their skin to make an odd sucking noise as they moved together. His eyes tightened shut as he rode out the last waves of his orgasm and waited for Sasuke to still above him. The boy continued to move as if possessed for ten more grueling seconds, in which the mind-altering realization of what he’d just participated in came crawling back before Sasuke grunted and smashed himself downwards, suffocating Naruto with the smell of him, the feel of muscle as hard and unrelenting as iron. His fingers dug into sharp hipbones and he gave small, erratic thrusts as he enjoyed the white hot sensation of it.
White hot.
It wasn’t white. It wasn’t blinding. His orgasm didn’t bring the that bright light his previous attempts at masturbation had brought him. This one was shared, and different somehow. It was intoxicatingly pleasurable, and left Naruto gasping, mind thoroughly blinded by it. It was almost… the color blinding his sight, the color he saw when he closed his eyes was….
They lay there for a while, Sasuke on top of him, their bodies crushed tightly together, gathering strength. Their rest probably lasted longer than the actual act. After a while, though, Sasuke grunted and rolled off of him. Suddenly, breathing wasn’t such a burden anymore.
“Are you fine?” Sasuke murmured. There was no hesitance in the thickly accented voice, which was comforting. Sasuke was treating this like a normal thing. No matter how extraordinary it had been, it was good to know that on some level, at least the two of them could take it in strike.
“I’m fine,” Naruto assured him in a weak voice, resisting the urge to make a sarcastic comment. This didn’t seem the time.
“How about a drink?” Sasuke asked. “I can get you a drink, if you wish.”
“Y-yeah,” Naruto stuttered. “Thanks.”
Sasuke slowly stood up, and Naruto’s eyes followed the taller boy as he padded softly to the kitchen. His movements were deliberate and fluid, like a women. He was certainly more graceful than Naruto ever had the chance of being. He fetched a cup from the cupboard and filled it with water from the tap. When it was halfway full, he brought it back. Sasuke sat down slowly, but not like he was afraid of scaring Naruto with sudden movements. He seemed sated, content, and he watched Naruto take a long drink with lazy eyes and a small smile on his lips.
When Naruto had drained the cup, Sasuke took it from him and set it on the kitchen’s tiled floor. He promptly lay back down beside Naruto, wrapping an arm around his waist and tugging him so that they lay side-by-side.
Naruto snorted good-naturedly. “Should we go find a couch or something?”
“Nnh,” Sasuke hummed, burying his nose into Naruto’s neck. “Are you uncomfortable.”
Naruto thought about it for a moment. “Not really,” he replied. To prove it, he lifted his left leg and draped it over Sasuke’s, bringing them closer. The semen and sweat drying on their bodies felt odd, but the way Sasuke smiled into the skin of his shoulder made up for it.
It feels good.
Sasuke kissed the side of his neck.
Don’t go.
--
Sasuke looked like he didn’t quite know how to answer that question. Although Naruto had seen Sasuke surprised before, this was different. Sasuke looked deeply unsettled, and the blond’s stomach sunk when he noticed that peculiar emotion flash through Sasuke’s eyes once again. It made Naruto’s chest hurt, his heart beating too loudly in his ribcage. He hated that looked. He had no idea what it was, he still didn’t, but he despised it with every fiber of his being.
“I told you that,” Sasuke murmured, “because you were only unhappy around me.”
Naruto blinked. “How does misery equal trust in your books?”
“Because you were miserable,” Sasuke informed him. “Every day I worried you wouldn’t show up at school. And every day you did, smiling at everyone and everything… except for me. Not even for Iruka would you drop that stupid little mask of yours.” Sasuke’s face fell. “Except for me. With me, you were honest. Brutally so. And I don’t know why that was. I figured it was because I couldn’t understand half of what you were saying. Or maybe because I hated the children in that school just as mush as you did. Whatever the reason, you didn’t pretend for me.” Sasuke tilted his head to the side, as if asking a question. “That, to me, is trust.”
What is it to me?
What is trust?
Is this trust?
“And I knew… because I trusted you.”
This is trust.
Is this love?
Sasuke eyes him levelly. His black eyes were warm, alive, even after all he’d been subjected to.
Yes. It is.
Naruto smiled. It felt better than the frown, the scowl, the misery that had been twisting his features for years. For the first time since as a middle school with still-growing legs dangling over the side of the school rooftop, Naruto smiled.
Can I fix this?
I can try.
I can promise.
--
Naruto dug his face deeply into the crook of Sasuke’s neck, breathing it in. He couldn’t tell if it was cologne or shampoo he was smelling, but whatever it was, it smelled nice. He couldn’t get enough of it. Naruto’s lips attached themselves below Sasuke’s hears, sucking in at the skin and biting the flesh that was trapped between his teeth. He wasn’t sure if he was being too rough or too gentle, but Sasuke didn’t seem to mind, what with the way his breath hitched every time Naruto bit down, groaning softly when the blond laved at the bite marks with his tongue.
He now had a fairly good idea of what sex smelled like. Whenever he pulled back from Sasuke’s neck he caught a whiff of musk, combined with the tangy odor of their mingled sweat. It was unlike anything he’d ever smelled, and although it wasn’t entirely pleasant, Naruto couldn’t bring himself to mind it. It seemed right; an awkward smell to go along with awkward post-bliss. Sasuke, however, seemed to be rewinding instead of moving forward to a point where they’d finally break apart. The older boy’s hands were still sticky as the trailed over Naruto’s calf, still slung over his hip, over his abdomen, still shining, still hot. The hand on his leg trailed up, over his hip, traveling in the dip of his pelvic for a brief moment of time, making Naruto shudder and shift away at the abrupt tickling sensation. As fast as it was moving, however, was as fast as it disappeared.
Naruto felt Sasuke’s arm reach across him and he pulled back to give his partner a curious look. Sasuke just shook his head and leaned forward to mesh their lips together. This was fine by Naruto. Kissing was what had started all this, before they’d covered more bases in an hour than any normal couple should in half a year. Kissing was like the base of an experiment. Never changing, always there to measure things up against, to decide how far outside of Naruto’s comfort zone Sasuke was planning on taking them next.
A new scent reached Naruto’s nostrils, and for a while, he was confused. It was definitely familiar, but so very out of context that he couldn’t name it. Sasuke was fumbling with something behind him, but he was keeping Naruto’s mouth too busy for the blond to figure out what it was. After a few moments, the movement stopped, and the side of Sasuke’s hand was gently smoothing over Naruto’s backside.
The younger boy flinched minutely out of surprise, but forced his jumping nerves to calm down. His body was tired, but already his hormones were racing. He didn’t know what to blame for that; his age, or Sasuke.
Naruto broke away from the kiss suddenly, leaving Sasuke to momentarily mouth air. The hand that had been tracing the contours of his rear had slipped down, to a more intimate place, sliding up and between Naruto’s legs, searching with damp fingertips. The smoothness of the substance as it was accidentally smeared on his skin alerted him to what it really was. Is that…?
“Sasuke,” Naruto panted, dodging Sasuke’s lips when he leaned in for another kiss, obviously keen on distracting the younger boy. “What the fuck are you doing with oil?”
Sasuke shushed him. The hand continued to slide, and Naruto’s face flushed a humiliated crimson when he felt the slippery fingers slide into the crevice of his ass. He was pressing at Sasuke’s chest now, trying to inch backwards. But Sasuke had leaned up to free the arm he was laying it on, snaking it under Naruto’s head to circle around his shoulders to simulatniously massage the stress away and to keep him from freeing himself.
“Relax,” Sasuke reprimanded. “It feel good if you relax.”
“I don’t wanna relax!” Naruto snapped childishly. “What is it you’re trying to do now?”
Sasuke sighed in frustration. “Dobe,” he hissed, “have I lied about it feeling good yet? For anything?”
Naruto bit his lip. Sasuke was right. Although not everything had necessarily gone smoothly, and certain things felt wrong for a while, it had felt good. And at least for now, the barrier between genders had been demolished. None of the girls in the world mattered because Naruto wasn’t part of that world. He was in Sasuke’s apartment, Sasuke’s world, Sasuke’s rules and his home. And if said it was all right, and Naruto said it was all right, then it was fine. This would be fine too.
Naruto nodded lightly. Winced at the slight pressure, gasped when something gave way in a manner he felt almost certain wasn’t meant to be. But he allowed it. Naruto buried his face into the skin of Sasuke’s neck, kissed it lightly. Winced when the finger slid in further. Sasuke shushed him to relax once again, and Naruto bit his neck harder than he had before, feeling Sasuke’s wince. That shut him and his stupid cooing up.
The finger slid in further, Naruto wincing. He could feel it moving inside, and it made his insides squirm with discomfort. It didn’t hurt, but the foreign pressure bellied the desire that had previously held residence as top emotion in his body. “This,” he muttered, gulping when the intrusion grew deeper. “This feels weird,” he finished lamely. Then he gasped. Sasuke was sliding his finger out, the motion of that odd as well, before sliding it back in, faster than before.
“It feel better,” Sasuke promised. “Have patience.”
Naruto tried. He licked at Sasuke’s neck some more, distracting himself with the pleasant salty taste it left on his tongue. His body, although tired from its orgasm, was beginning to burn again. Naruto didn’t know if he wanted that to happen again so soon. The feeling of it was uncomfortably intimate, which was part of what made it so enjoyable. Naruto shut his eyes, giving up and resting his head against Sasuke’s shoulder, reveling in the feel of it. When Sasuke pulled back, he moved n slowly again, and Naruto winced. He’d added another finger.
“You don’t have to do this,” Naruto panted, grunting when the fingers slid until he felt knuckles press lightly into his backside. “I’m fine. Really. Ah! W-wait, hold on!”
Sasuke was rolling them over now so that Naruto lay on his back, legs spread so that the raven-haired boy could slide between them. Naruto felt a hot arousal press into his own before Sasuke’s free hand was lifting his leg, settling it over his hip so that the other hand could have better access. Naruto bit his lip, heart thundering in his chest. He yelped when a third began to worm its way in and he twisted his hips to try and dislodge it, hissing Sasuke’s name in an angry and embarrassed tone. But Sasuke just chuckled, the smirk on his face revealing his amusement.
“Keep on laughing!” Naruto snapped. “Wait until I cram my fucking fingers up your--your--” Sasuke laughed again, and Naruto scowled, turning his face away.
“Deeper?” Sasuke questioned lightly, obviously enjoying himself. Naruto shook his head ‘no’, but Sasuke ignored him, moving them in even further, pumping them quickly in and out, making embarrassingly loud slipping noises.
“Slower,” Naruto provided. He felt like the wind was constantly being knocked from his lungs, and he couldn’t catch enough of it. “Do you understand ‘slow’ you asshole?”
Sasuke did understand, and he obeyed. His fingers moved more slowly, and Naruto could feel them spreading, stroking at his insides. The slightly pain was sharp, but added to the alien pleasure of it. He groaned softly as they brushed along a different spot of him. His hips arched again, this time to take them in further. Sasuke’s smirk turned into a triumphant one, and Naruto was too distracted to notice the ominous confidence creeping into his smile.
“Naruto?” he asked softly. Naruto’s eyes flickered to attention. “Does it feel good?” The fingertips brushed a spot inside of him, the same spot as before, and Naruto ‘ahh’ed softly. He nodded his head once, although that was all his pride would allow him. “I never lied, correct?” Sasuke pushed. “About what would feel good.” Again, Naruto just shook his head once, forgoing his pride for more of the shockingly good sensations. His hips rose in rhythm to Sasuke’s hand, something that made the older boy’s smirk grow a bit wider. “Then would you be allowing me to try something new?”
Naruto grunted, the noise neither approval or refusal. He wasn’t sure he wanted anything else. This was more than sufficient. It was even better than the hand job he’d received earlier. But Sasuke was adamant in getting an answer. The fingers slid free of Naruto’s body, and Naruto whined in disapproval. “Hey!”
“An answer,” Sasuke ordered, black eyes looking down at Naruto in amusement.
Still breathing heavily, Naruto asked, “What is it you want to try?”
Sasuke shook his head. “Just answer me.”
“Not until you tell me what it is,” Naruto reasoned.
“Do you trust me?”
“Well, yeah, or else I wouldn’t have let you--”
“And I not lied about what felt good, ne?”
Naruto fidgeted nervously. “Yeah, but--”
“Don’t worry,” Sasuke murmured. “I know what to do.”
Naruto still didn’t answer. He was still aroused, and he knew that Sasuke could feel it. In turn, he felt Sasuke’s manhood press heatedly into his abdomen. So far, whatever they’d done so far had done something for both of them. Naruto couldn’t figure out what it was that Sasuke thought they could do.
“All right…” Naruto said reluctantly.
“You promise?”
That sent alarms off in Naruto’s head. Even though the last promise had turned out to work in Naruto’s favor, it had been over something Sasuke knew he wouldn’t be able to do unless he brought Naruto’s unbendable morale into the deal. “Why should I?” Naruto challenged.
Sasuke shrugged, then smirked. “So you won’t chicken out me, of course.”
“Should I want to?”
“Only if you’re cowardice.”
Naruto narrowed his eyes. “Stop taking advantage of me!” he snapped.
Sasuke rolled his eyes, looking frustrated. “Don’t be such like woman, dobe.”
“I’m not a girl!” Naruto snapped, but then sighed, knowing that Sasuke had him cornered. “Fine. I promise.”
Sasuke smiled. He didn’t smirk, or sneer, but smiled. It was only a small tilt at the sides of his lips, but Naruto felt it was worth the dangerous deal just to see what was probably a once-in-a-lifetime thing. “Thank you.”
“Tch, whatever,” Naruto murmured, turning his head to the side, waiting. “Well?”
“Close your eyes.”
“No.”
“Don’t be stubborn again. Just do it.”
“Why?”
“Just trust me.”