OMG. SEX. FINALLY. [Part 2]
Characters: Hyuuga Neji and Uchiha Sasuke
Setting: December 28, I think. In the Blue Butterfly. At midnight. At the same time as Hinata's log with Chouji after the Hinata and Neji meeting.
Warnings: Oral. Anal. SEX. Yes.
Notes: OMG. This is so late and it's all my fault. x-x I'm so sorry, Sasu-chan! Forgive meeeeeee.
Sasuke could vaguely feel his pants being pulled and yanked down from his hips, but he didn’t care, mind too busy reveling in the feeling of hot lips moving against his own. Another appreciative sound emitted from his throat, and his fingers curled around Neji’s neck, fingers digging into skin slicked with perspiration. He could feel the heat building inside his skin, sliding into every crevices of his muscles and bones, and making his mind go wild in lust. A sharp crack of thunder outside drowned out a loud moan that he futilely tried to muffle but failed as his back arched, torso pressing against Neji’s own and feeling the other’s bare skin connecting with his.
Nails grazed down Neji’s back, past protruding shoulder blades and spine and pressing against cold expanse of skin but knowing that there was a fire burning just beneath the thin layer. His tongue fought harder, running and swirling along the other appendage with fervor, his teeth bumped against Neji’s gum, and there was no doubt his own mouth was damaged by the other’s teeth. It was nothing compared to the pleasure. Sasuke’s groin throbbed and pulsed as he could feel Neji’s length pushing against his thigh, and a wave of tremors took over his body, his own organ twitched in desperate need for release.
The Uchiha left a grunt as his back hit the mattress, the cold fabric stretched beneath his body and the texture of rough straw felt too repulsive against his sensitive skin. Dazed dark eyes traveled up Neji’s partly-untied pants - he had tugged on the other’s last piece of clothing just as Neji worked on his, trying to return the act but wasn’t quick (and coherent) enough; to the bare chest and dark nubs that Sasuke’s fingers had abused, to the smooth column marred with a number of marks almost the same as those on his own, and finally, up the pair red, wet lips that hung open and those white orbs that seemed to burn in the darkness - a dark, lustful fire that had infected Sasuke as well.
Elbows dug further into the straw as Sasuke tried to sit up just as Neji leaned down, long hair cascading over his bare thighs and face hovering too closely to the weeping length. His throat was dry, lips hung open as he stared, entranced with the crouching form of the man, mind running rampage through wild thoughts that he never knew could be elicited. Sasuke had never felt like this. He had never lusted this badly and intensely for another person. He had never kissed another, had never make such sounds as a reply for sensual touches.
But it felt good.
And the moment Neji’s tongue pressed against the trembling shaft, Sasuke’s head was thrown back and collided with the wall and a mixture of pleasure and pain flooded his senses.
Another moan, this time unrestrained, broke free from the deepest corner of Sasuke’s throat, hands immediately seized at Neji’s hair, lacing fingers into the dark tresses and holding on to the scalp like it was the last lifeline. His thighs closed on instinct around that bobbing head, pushing it down and pressing that tongue harder against the length. His heart raced, overwhelmed by heightened ecstasy coursing across his body and his eye lids screwed shut for a second, before jerking open again, white dots dancing before dilated irises.
Beneath his swirling tongue, Neji could feel the length pulsing and throbbing with need. The moans that were being torn from the black-eyed boy made the Hyuuga’s blood burn with desire and delight, the noises urging him on as he took the tip of the shaft into his mouth. He licked the slit at the top before taking the throbbing heat between his lips fully, teeth grazing the sensitive flesh just enough to get a reaction. Each time Sasuke squirmed or moaned, Neji could feel his own erection twitch with need, but he ignored it, bent on getting the seemingly calm boy to not be so.
There was no way that Neji could know what he was doing; he felt clumsy and unsure with every lick and swipe of the tongue, and every time he moved to get a better position, it was almost awkward to do so. He had never done this before. He had heard stories, tales, and even jokes about doing this, but nothing could ever really describe what was going on through his mind at the moment. He could not even fully fathom what was going on through his mind; all he knew was that he wanted Sasuke, and he wanted him to continue making those noises that he was.
Fingers fisted into his hair and tried to guide him in the movement, but for a moment the Hyuuga thought he was going to gag around the shaft as the tip hit the back of his throat, but then the sensation disappeared as those same hands pulled him back up, seeking for the friction that the squirming obviously needed. A rhythm was found (up, down, up, down) as his tongue swirled with the movements, and he let his eyes fall shut, his own lust overriding his senses. Hands pressed down against Sasuke’s hips, trying to keep his squirming body still even as the Hyuuga hummed silently, letting the vibrations of his mouth work around the length.
If he had been with anybody else, he would have never allowed himself to be found in this position. He would have never been found on his knees with another person guiding his movements (hands fisted in his hair bobbed his head up and down, up and down), but there was something about Sasuke that was different from everybody else. Something that captured the Hyuuga the first time he saw him, he knew there was something different. What that was, he did not know, but he knew it had the power the take over his mind and make him think differently.
Being with Sasuke made him forget about the world (how cruel it could be; how cruel it was). All of his focus was found on only that boy in front of him, only wanting to please him in the only ways he knew how (and didn’t know how. Neji had no idea what he was doing; he was just going with his instincts.). Everything seemed so bizarre and unreal around him; he was lost inside this boy and he did not even know who he was. For all he knew, he was sleeping with the enemy (a grave offense indeed, and Neji was already so far gone, he could hardly imagine thinking of Sasuke as an enemy… but would he feel the same in the morning?).
Everything about this could be wrong.
But right now, it seemed perfectly right.
Nothing that could feel this good could be wrong, right? (Wrong.) It was wrong. All wrong. And yet, Neji did not give a damn.
Another flash of lighting illuminated the dark room for a split second, the brief light flooding over the two figures writhing on the narrow bed by the wall, reflecting off the light moisture that had collected on top pale skin that seemed to glow, the stark white contrasting heavily with dark hair and dark background. The storm outside raged, screaming and screeching and beating against the window frames, shaking the glass and threatening to shatter it to tiny pieces, yet neither of the boys cared, being too wrapped up in the mind-numbing feeling that they were giving each other.
Sasuke's back arched off of the mattress, skin already feeling the pricking of the straws which he hadn't minded in the least just two hours ago. Maybe it was his bare skin, maybe it was the pleasure racing through his veins, the mattress felt too uncomfortable, almost like a bed of nails. But he didn't care. He was too lost inside the lust and ecstasy, and he gripped Neji's hair harder, pushing his head down and sliding his length deeper into that mouth. For a moment, he was too far gone to notice the discomfort swelling in Neji's throat, but he did, and eased the hold in an apologetic gesture.
It felt too good, too damn good. The feel of Neji's tongue around his engorged length, the rough texture of the flesh sliding and swirling around the weeping head sent Sasuke's mind reeling and his head rolling back, digging deeper into the mattress. His eyes screwed shut, moans after moans pouring past dry throat and dispersing into cold air and his breaths added to the already heavy humidity. Thighs flexed and trembled around Neji's bobbing head, stomach heaving at each labored breath that he gasped for. The hardened length twitched harder as more precome leaked out and dripping into Neji's mouth, pressure building to the point that Sasuke felt he was about to explode.
It was as though the younger boy were speaking to him through each squirming movement, urging him forward, wanting, needing. The more he moved, it was a sign of how close he was getting to the end, and the closer he got, the more he needed. And Neji gave. With each movement, he worked his mouth quicker and moved his tongue wildly, driving moans and groans from those lips. White eyes slid open to gaze up the body at him, and Neji's own need increased at the sight.
Invisible puffs of air were leaving chilled reddened lips as he panted, his chest rising and falling with each gasp of air. His chest was covered in a cold sweat, coating him in a delicate sheen of reflective moonlight, and all Neji could do was stare. He could feel the fingers fisted in his hair tighten their grip a bit as he paused, taking in the sight before him, before he moved again (up and down, up and down, a moan being torn from the dark-eyed boy's lips). He wanted to capture those lips onto his own, kiss him again, but he could not stop. Not now. Not with the way that Sasuke was reacting to every move of his mouth.
He swallowed and the muscles in his mouth moved and contracted around the throbbing length. Neji ran his hands up and down Sasuke's sides, needing more of the feeling of skin on skin. This was amazing and erotic, but the Hyuuga wanted more. His eyes slid shut once more as his own erection began to strain against the confines of his pants. He needed friction or touching or skin on skin contact soon, but for now, it was all Sasuke and he ran his hands down the expanse of the boy's body till they came to rest on his inner thigh.
Nails dug into skin as fingers moved to massage the flesh there, his instincts taking over in a territory that he knew nothing about. He had never had to rely so much on his instincts as he did at this moment, and he could not decide if that was a good thing or a bad thing. At the moment, though, he did not care. With Sasuke's naked body right there, lying before him and his own hands having access to roam wherever they wanted, it felt right. It seemed right. And Neji could not find the strength to find any logic behind any of it. All he knew was that he wanted this.
He wanted Sasuke.
And Sasuke was letting him have what he wanted.
The room seemed to revolve and spin before Sasuke's eyes in a dark, swirling mess. His pupils were dilated and glazed, not really seeing anything except endless darkness illuminated by scattered stars that weren't really there, flashing and dying at a rapid rate as his body responded to the wet heat enveloping his length. The throbbing organ pulsed even more violently, seeking release but didn't know where and how to find it except craving desperately. He groaned throatily, fingers trembling in their hold, nails unconsciously digging into scalp and tugging at the dark strands as he bucked, gasping and panting in need.
It was heavy, too heavy for Sasuke to bear, the pressure. It seized his mind and numbed his body and drowned his senses in bittersweet pleasure. He couldn't think. All thoughts had escaped him and the only thing remained was Neji and Neji and Neji and everything about him that made Sasuke go insane. He didn't know Neji, that was a fact, but right now, the only thing mattered wasn't that he didn't know Neji's true character, it was that Neji was the one who could make him feel this way, who was giving him so much pleasure that he could lose his sanity in (something that he already lost to the heat of the night and the wet hot cavern of Neji's mouth.)
He shuddered again, muscles tensing and jerking with every stroke of Neji's tongue, arms shaking as the other's fingers and nails dug into his inner thigh (another sensitive area that he never knew could elicit such pleasure from just being touched.) Bruised lips hung open and letting moans freely pass - he couldn't hold it in anymore, even if he tried, barely any strength was left in his body, all had gone, evaporated by the sensual touches. His breaths got quicker and more erratic as body trembled, the heat inside raging to the point that he couldn't bear and his arousal weeped vehemently.
Then there was a hoarse cry, and he exploded, into Neji's mouth.
The only warning the Hyuuga had was the subtle shuddering of the body below him before the sticky and syrupy liquid spilled into his mouth. Neji pulled back as the younger boy emptied himself on the straw mattress. He could still taste the slightly salty substance on his tongue, intermixing with his taste buds and leaving its mark, Sasuke's mark, his taste. Neji wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, the excess semen that had clung to his lips easily being wiped away. The white-eyed boy stood from his knees, climbing onto the bed so that he was looming over the smaller boy that lied there, that was still riding off the ecstasy.
Bright eyes stared down at the boy below him, taking in the sight of the rumpled appearance. The boy's hair had mostly dried during their activities, but there was now a wet stain haloing his head. His hair was sticking up in all directions, fanning out on the bed in spiky locks. Pale cheeks were flushed from the lust in the air, and still, as he tried to calm down, the boy was panting. It was a painted picture of perfection, and Neji found that he had never lusted after anything so wildly and recklessly before.
Sasuke had put a spell on him. And he did not care.
He swooped down slowly, finally stealing what he had been yearning for a while, lips pressing against lips, letting Sasuke taste himself as their tongues intermixed in a slow lazy kiss. Neji wanted more. He needed more. But he could feel the other's weariness washing off of him waves. So, he kissed slow and deep, allowing the dark-eyed boy to catch his breath. He needed him. He needed something. He pulled from the kiss slowly, his eyes half-lid as he stared down at the pale boy below him, his arousal aching and needing with each second that passed.
Trailing back down Sasuke's body, a tongue snaking out to trail a line down from the base of his neck down his body, leaving a slick sheen of saliva in its wake. Fingertips left feather-like touches in their wake as they traveled down the dark-eyed boy's body as well, running over his hips as they moved, and finally coming rest in Sasuke's mess, the semen sticking to Neji's hand like syrup. He pulled himself up, staring down at Sasuke with lust-filled eyes, and nudged the boy's legs apart. Slowly, almost tentatively, he raised one of those legs with his free hand as the other moved up the cleft of Sasuke's ass.
A slicked finger pushed past the boy's entrance. Neji held his breath. And the air around them suddenly seemed so thick with lust. It was perfect. It was wrong. It was exactly what Neji wanted.
The straws dug into Sasuke's back again as he fell - or more like collapsed - back on the mattress, skin losing all its nerves and sense of touch to make space for the overwhelming flood of pleasure raking through his body. Even his fingers felt ten times heavier than usual, he couldn't move, the only thing he could do was lying there and pant as if he had just run twenty miles straight. Air escaped his lungs in large puffs of transparent fog (-strange, he never did get any decent breaths and his lungs were probably deprived of oxygen for at least fifteen minutes.) all clouding his already hazy eyes.
He could feel Neji crawling up and hovered over him, face shrouded in shadow and hair falling down, thin strands tickling his cheek. Out of a corner of his eyes, flashes of white light shone through the window in brief fleeting moments, but that was enough for Sasuke to glimpse the wild look on Neji's expression. One of unadulterated lust and desire that made Sasuke want to take a hold of those hollow cheeks and pull him down for a deep, violent kiss. And it seemed like Neji felt it too, for just as that thought flashed through Sasuke's mind, the long-haired man leaned down and pressed their lips together.
Sasuke responded, arms lifting to wrap around bare shoulders and neck, lips parting eagerly and tongue darting out to slide against that of the other's. The feel of wet lips on his was exquisite, and the strange taste on his tongue (-his own semen) was nowhere as repulsive as he normally would think. He could feel Neji's own arousal straining against his thigh, protruding even though confined within the fabric of his pants, he could feel beads of sweat rolling down the side of the other's face, and as they pulled away, he caught the smooth column of Neji's neck and sunk teeth into pale skin.
When Neji's tongue traveled down his body, Sasuke's breath hitched, and he shuddered, feeling the pleasure coming alive, stirring inside his already pliant body (the orgasm was just minutes ago and here he was, writhing and moaning under the same tongue and fingers.) Shaky elbows dug into the rough mattress as the Uchiha tried to raise himself, to look at the things that Neji was doing to him and his mind (and damn, the mere sight of it added to the lust tenfold.) His thighs were nudged apart, and Sasuke wasn't so far gone to not notice Neji's fingers coating themselves in the fluid on his abdomen. Dark eyes widened as he bit the abused bottom lip, and a gasp escaped when the foreign digit was pushed past the entrance - a place he never thought would be exposed to another person, much less being invaded.
The Uchiha squirmed but voiced no objection, but neither did he push down more onto the finger. He didn't know what he was supposed to do, or what he was supposed to feel (it had to feel good, somehow, but he was uncertain.) For a moment, there was an urge to pull away, but he stayed, trying to adapt to the new sensation (and Neji's face, god, he didn't want to disappoint. Sasuke was not himself tonight. Never before had he cared for another person and wanted to return the favor. But it was just for a night, as he kept telling himself. He could afford a night without reason. It felt too good to pass up.)
There it was again. His instincts taking over. Neji had no clue what he was doing, no real idea of what was going on. But here he was, following his instincts as Sasuke squirmed and moved beneath him. And the heat enveloping his finger felt right even if odd, and everything seemed right even as it was wrong. Horribly wrong. There was something terribly wrong with this picture. But the only thing the Hyuuga could focus on was his throbbing erection and the need that was coursing through his veins, desiring, wanting, needing, and pushing him forward down this road that he did not plan on straying from.
A second finger was slipped inside the tight heat, stretching and working the muscle there, his breaths coming out in erratic bursts as need began to override his senses. Nails dug into Sasuke's thigh as his free hand pressed against the flesh there, massaging first, and then moving and working and digging into as desire won over thought. Teeth ground against each other as gasps of air were taken in, trying to calm his raging and needing heart, and his eyes ran up Sasuke's body to capture the boy's own dark ones. The dark-eyed boy's face was contorted, not quite focusing on the Hyuuga, lost in the sensations (but not exactly enjoying it) and for a second Neji stopped.
This did not come out of nowhere, though. There were always those snippets of conversations that Neji would hear while living among many different people; most of the time, he would avoid them like a plague, but he heard things (mostly on accident). Things about this, about these things, about these sensations, but he never knew enough. He never really minded either. He had never minded the ignorance, even going out of his way to avoid all of these conversations that were right within hearing range. He never wanted to know any of those things.
Until now.
Now, he wished he had been more curious, working to learn more, know more. It seemed as though he could never learn enough, he always wanted to learn something new, but his drive never allowed him to learn those kind of things, his dignity never allowed it. He cared far too much about something that was not even tangible. Now, there was Sasuke beneath him and all he wanted was to make him feel good, and he did not even know if he was doing any of this right.
"Sasuke."
The name came out in a breath of cold air, still sound foreign on his lips and yet it fit.
"Do you want me to stop?"
Don't tell me to stop.
And as much as he wanted to go on, keep feeling this sensations, he would stop if asked. Because there was something about Sasuke that was acting as the driving force for his actions at the moment, everything about him was dictating what he did. It was disconcerting to be under the spell of one person so quickly, and yet, staring down at the pale boy, driven by lust, Neji found that it was not as awful as thought it would be.
It was all reasonable to return the favor of what another did for you. Sasuke knew that. He did not like being in another person's debt. He would try to compensate if he had asked for the favor, but he avoided it as much as possible. Uchiha Sasuke did not like being involved with other people.
But even then, with his mind so reluctant on being a little less selfish (because he could be the most selfish guy in the whole world) and the discomfort increased as the second finger was added, Sasuke was torn between pulling away and be rid of the strange feeling or let the other do whatever he wanted - after all, Neji had not gotten release.
Teeth ground against teeth as the Uchiha willed himself to calm down, to force his body to adjust as quickly as possible (something that would benefit both him and Neji, he knew.) The walls of muscles around probing fingers tensed and eased and tensed with each breath he took, and his eyes parted, dark pupils staring up at the ceiling as lips gasped for air. It would feel good.
It would feel incredibly good - Sasuke tried to convince himself. True, it was something that he never dreamed of doing - or having done to himself. True, it was painful and foreign when those digits stretched his entrance and prodded his inner muscles. True, it was somebody that he never did know that was doing these things to him. But Sasuke wanted to believe. He wanted to throw away reasons just one time and receive what could possibly be the best night he would ever get. He wanted to be with this stranger he had met only four days ago, no matter how insane it was.
When the fingers stopped moving, Sasuke rose, eyes glancing at the long-haired man hovering above him. Did Neji actually just asked Sasuke to tell him to stop? There was no reason to be so considerate. There was no reason to care about Sasuke's comfort. Neji needed release.
It wouldn't seem right. And besides, they had nothing between them to begin with. (Sasuke did not think that mere lust was something to be considered a bond. Lust is just temporary. Right?) But... it somehow made him feel a little warmer inside. Like a companionship he had long forgotten, even though it would disappear when morning came.
"... Keep going."
The sound of Sasuke's voice that told him to keep going rang in his ears, but Neji still did not move. Perhaps he had been too hasty, too quick, too stupid in jumping in when the opportunity arose. Maybe he should have stepped away when given the chance. Instead, he had had found himself lost in Sasuke's touch, and Sasuke's lips, and Sasuke's breath, and just Sasuke. This could be wrong. This could be horribly, terribly wrong.
But when Neji gazed down at the smaller boy, cheeks flushed and arousal flaring and having an almost mirrored image of lust of and intensity in that picture, it seemed so much better. Nothing was wrong about it anymore. Swallowing thickly, looking for any restraint that he was ignoring, the Hyuuga slipped a third finger in.
He wanted this to feel good to the dark-eyed boy. He wanted this to be memorable and pleasurable and something that would be written off as a bad memory. So, he stretched the tight muscle, trying to get rid of most of the discomfort now, hoping that it would feel better in a moment. In just a moment. But Neji was no expert, and he really had very little idea of what he was doing, and he could only assume.
It would feel good in a moment (so he hoped) and it would be something to remember (God, he wanted to remember this) and it would be pleasurable for Sasuke (Neji only wanted him to like it). That was the only thing he could lean on and hope for. Even as his erection throbbed with need, he slowed his fingers considerably, need wanting and want needing but his mind telling him to slow down and let the stranger adjust. All Neji cared about was what Sasuke thought, and there was something terribly wrong with that picture.
The three fingers were removed, Neji's breaths coming out a thick gasps as he did so, and he took a long moment to just stare down at the stranger. And that's what the boy was, a stranger. Somebody that Neji did not even know, and he did not even care to know. Perhaps... one day he would be honored with the knowledge of who exactly Sasuke was, but for now, it was a mystery, and Neji did not mind. It also made it better, made this encounter better. In the morning, neither of them exactly knew what would happen, but there was that gleaming obviousness of the possibility that they would never see each other again.
This could be the last time that they would ever look at each other.
It was only a quick swipe of both hands that removed Neji's pants and kicked off his boots, and a shiver ran up his spine as the cold air assaulted his completely bare body. He leaned in over the boy, capturing his lips for another long (violent this time, bruising, hard, lusting) kiss, almost a thank you for allowing them to go on. It would feel good. It would, and Neji would make sure of it.
Throwing both of Sasuke's legs up onto his shoulders (he was trying to make the dark-eyed boy comfortable, but he wanted to see him, he wanted to see his face, he wanted to see him), Neji positioned himself at Sasuke's entrance. He took a deep breath (would Sasuke enjoy it? would he like it?) before slowly pushing in, past the entrance, his eyes screwing shut at the sensation.
Oh, fuck.
Sasuke had just barely managed to adjust to the third finger, muscles starting to adapt to the new sensation and his mind was calming somewhat, before they were removed. His lips were quivering now, hands clenching the sheets that barely acted as a flimsy barrier between his bare skin and the rough straw underneath. Dark eyes widened and glazed over as Neji's pants were pulled off of him, pupils fixing on the other's hardened flesh and he gulped, feeling the pressure throbbing inside and the lust heightening to impossible measure.
He really wanted Neji.
It hit Sasuke like a revelation he had never thought of before (it was true in a way, he had never thought he would end up in this situation with anyone - it was beyond his imagination.) Suddenly it didn't feel like mere lust that had only risen because they had been in compromising positions.
It felt like Sasuke was actually connected to Neji (never mind the soon-to-come physical intimacy, but somewhere in Sasuke's mind, he felt close to the other.) It was bizarre, it was mad, and Sasuke's brain was throwing possibilities that baffled him like no other. It was unthinkable, and here he was, mind going places that were too strange for his liking.
But a look at Neji's flushed face and white eyes darkened with lust and desire cut off any uncertainty he had. He wanted this man, too much for his own good. He knew that it would be over just as quickly as it started, and they would most likely never talk about this or each other, even, anymore.
(Sasuke wanted to remember. He wanted to remember this night even though it would be a black mark in his memory. It would be the day when he lost control of himself and went with the drive of his instincts. But the pleasure would be there, etched in the back of his mind - oh how he wanted this to feel good. It had to feel good. He had heard about sex from other people, and it had sounded like a drug. A drug that would bring him great ecstasy even though it would only last for a few moments.)
Sasuke wanted to taste that feeling. He wanted to know how it was like to be physically close to somebody, to share kisses and touches that he would never dare to venture when his mind was clear.
His mind was not clear now. And he felt just fine with it, or not better.
Fingers digging deeper into the mattress, Sasuke swallowed, watching Neji coating himself in the creamy substance, his own length twitching and hardening at the sight. As his legs were being lifted and thrown over Neji's shoulder hastily, the Uchiha felt a faint knot at his stomach - would it feel good? It should.
He ignored it, but as the tip of Neji's shaft pressed against the ring of muscles and pushing slowly past it, Sasuke couldn't muffle a gasp and a groan that slipped past clenched teeth. It hurt. It really hurt. But Sasuke had been through worse pain before. He had survived mortal injuries, he had healed, and this pain was nothing. It would go away when the pleasure came, and then it would feel extremely good.
Something that felt like hours passed before Sasuke let out a breath and pushed his hips down, sliding the engorged length further into his body as a silent urge for Neji to continue.
Neji choked on a gasping moan, his eyes fluttering shut as Sasuke pushed himself up. He was drowning, that's what it had to be; he couldn't catch his breath and he couldn't think and his every sense except touch was fading, dimming, becoming less important... shocks flew up and down his twitching, tense body. His eyes were glued to Sasuke's pretty, flushed face, the image driving him wild with desire and need.
On and on his thoughts flew around in his head, but so lost and so unsure and all of his senses flying out the window, he could hardly catch onto one thought. He found himself lost in the feeling around his heated flesh, the pressure and momentary friction sending waves of unending pleasure through his system.
He tried to count, silently, to himself, with his eyes closed, to the number ten. Tried to calm his racing heart and tried to find some semblance of coherent thought in his head, but it was nearly impossible. His mind was only crying one thing, 'Move', and it was becoming more and more impossible to ignore it, but he did not want to go too soon. He wanted Sasuke to be ready, but the younger boy had pulled on him, almost as a request for him to move, and almost too--hesitant, afraid, unsure--he had yet to do anything.
But the waiting was driving him insane. A stifled moan (not really stifled, released with reckless abandon, but so lost in his ecstasy, he did not want to admit how lost Sasuke was truly making him feel) and he pulled back, almost completely out, his weeping length the only thing still lost inside the heat, before he was pushing back in, slow and rough at the same time, the friction running along his sensitive flesh as stars danced before his eyes.
It was like heaven and hell all at once, and there was fire igniting every portion of his skin as pleasure ran through his veins through his body, sounds being drawn from his own mouth now (it was Sasuke before, now it was his turn. One's dignity for another?).
Out and then in and again and again and out and in and again and again (and again and again), and all Neji could think was how good all of this felt and the pleasure was just building and making him feel better, and his length throbbed with pleasure, gasps fell from his lips, and on and on it went.
Hands continued to roam, searching, seeking, until one of his stray hands found Sasuke's. Sasuke's hand was so soft, slicked with sweat and shaking from need just as Neji's own was, and on a whim (he could not think) he grasped the other boy's hand and squeezed it lightly as he pulled back and pushed back in again (a rhythm, erratic, but continuous).
Nails dug into the hand in his own grip, but he did not let go. Fingers intertwined, sweat slicking with sweat, and gasps filling the air as thunder sounded outside the window. It was almost a perfect picture. Almost. And Neji pushed in and out and in and out and in and on and on it went and it was perfect. Perfect. Sasuke was perfection.
Every muscle in Sasuke's body contorted and twisted themselves as his limbs throbbed, tensing and arching from the mattress. It hurt. It hurt a lot. But he didn't voice the pain. Teeth sinking down on lip as he struggled, eyes screwing shut and head rolling back. It hurt more than he expected. It felt like he was being torn apart.
It felt like there were thousands of needles piercing into him, only it was just one, and not exactly a needle. Short, hurried breaths left open lips as the Uchiha gasped for air, legs unconsciously closing down, pressing against Neji's back in the effort of searching for some leverage to hold on to.
He did not make a noise - or tried his very best not to. He knew that anything that came out of his lips at the time would betray the pain, and that in turn would make Neji stop. Sasuke did not want Neji to stop. There was a sense of intimacy and closeness that normally he hated, but now came to crave.
Maybe it was just the spell of the night, maybe it was Neji, maybe it was his mind going mad, but Sasuke didn't want it to stop. The pain was only temporary - he kept telling himself. His muscles were gradually getting used to the rhythm and the feeling of being filled to the brim. It wasn't a bad sensation. At all.
Through glazed pupils, Sasuke could see his own breaths coming out in white, transparent puffs, blurring Neji's image above him and making the other look like an illusion. Was it an illusion? Was it just Sasuke's mind playing tricks on him or was it really Neji's length embedded inside him and moving against his abused muscles in an agonizing pace?
The pain sure felt real.
Neji's hands on his things felt real. The sweat rolling down his skin felt real. The rain beating against his window looked real. Neji's flushed and contorted face looked real. It must have been real. Thank God. The hand on his confirmed Neji's existence. Neji wasn't an illusion.
His body slid on the mattress with each movement of Neji thrusting inside (up and down, up and down, dark strands moving on white sheet like ink lines that had lives of their own.) Fingers gripped the crumbled sheet, nails tearing through the fabric and he could feel the material falling apart under trembling fingers. It was getting better.
The pain had eased, his muscles had gotten used to the rhythm, and pleasure had started to rise. A breath left the Uchiha's lungs, somewhat relieved, somewhat pained - pained because he was once again starting to feel the pressure on his groin, and his own arousal woke, the demand for release made itself known.
A choked moan - this time there was no pain - left bruised lips as hips bucked. Fingers closed around Neji's and hung on - once again, that sense of completion, of companionship - it felt strange, but pleasant, and Sasuke didn't want to think about it.
He wanted to just forget and drown himself in the pleasure, just for a few moments of ecstasy and he would be happy to go back the way he was - back to the cold and distant Uchiha Sasuke who lived to kill his own brother. But for the moment, he wanted to be this person gasping and moaning and sliding against the long-haired man that he just met days ago. Insensible, but he paid no mind.
He didn't want to think.
He only wanted to feel.
Neji was blind. It was almost ironical to think about, but it was true, with his eyes screwed shut and pleasure running through his system at a constant rate, it was making him dizzy and blind. Him. A Hyuuga. One of the people gifted with a type of sight greater than any other's. He could not see. He was lost and confused and there was nothing left except for him to feel. He could feel the cold from the air wrapping around his slicked skin in an icy blanket. He could feel the heat of his lust falling from his form in rhythmic waves. And above everything else, he could feel Sasuke, beneath him, writhing, twisting, moaning, groping, and it was this that Neji focused on.
Forget the world.
Forget his problems.
Forget everything that had happened that day. All that was left was Sasuke, and all that he wanted was Sasuke. There was nothing else left to want and need. It was without right or reason that Neji was so lost to this boy that he had just met (had just met not even a week ago, and here they were, letting the other see something that nobody would probably ever see again). It made sense, though. As nonsensical as it was, at that moment, as pleasure and ecstasy flowed through the pounding heart of the Hyuuga, it all made sense.
Thunder cackled outside the window as the mattress below them shifted and formed to each of their movements (the straw was peaking through the mattress, scratching and clinging to Neji's sweaty knees, but he did not care. All he cared about was Sasuke and Sasuke and Sasuke. And only Sasuke.)
Teardrops of sweat ran down the Hyuuga's face as he moved within Sasuke (within him--in him--they were so intimate, so close, it was a feeling that Neji had never felt before, one that he could have never pictured in a million years, and yet here he was experiencing it first hand), each movement pulling a moan or a gasp from his lips.
It was far too many sensations to remain silent and for once, Neji did not care as his dignity (his silent demeanor, so silent and sullen and so unlike how he was at this exact moment) flew out the window with every bit of reason and logic. Who needed logic? There was no logic when everything that he had believed in and followed was destroyed in a simple touch, and there was nothing left to find reason in when he simply did not care at this fact.
He was being foolish (so damn foolish).
And it felt good.
There were hisses and groans and not-so-muffled moans and sounds of the wooden frame of the bed creaking and straws shifting, crinkling under the pressure of two moving bodies on top thin sheets. Sasuke's fingers shook and dug deeper into the bed, nails clawing at bits of straws as his back slid up and down the bed with each movement of their joined hips.
Dark, glazed eyes rolled to the back of his head and went blind with a particularly deep thrust, his muscles clenching around Neji's length and drawing it inside - deeper, harder, closer - and he cried out, passion overriding his mind and senses.
One leg slipped and fell off Neji's shoulder, hanging at the long-haired man haphazardly. The Uchiha paid it no mind, brain already frozen of all mannerisms and coherent senses, succumbing to the overwhelming waves of pleasure rushing through his body at each stroke of Neji's engorged arousal, every time diving deeper and faster and making him go wild.
Breath hitched and teeth bit into his bruised bottom lip. He could feel the taste of blood on his tongue, the coppery, musky sense added to the heat boiling inside his stomach, and all rushed south to torture his own weeping length.
Then it hit him with something that felt like a bolt of lightning. His throat gave, a loud, breathless cried rushing out and his body trembled violently. He gasped, words that he was not aware that he was speaking broke past torn lips, needing and begging Neji to do it again, harder, deeper, and oh God it felt good.
His eyes stung, and eyelids screwing shut - somewhere in his unconscious mind, Sasuke still vehemently forbid himself from dropping a tear. He was desperate. He needed release. But it felt too incredible - something that felt this good should never be ended early. The Uchiha fought. He just needed to hang on. Just hang on for a bit longer.
Just a little longer.
Please.
Just pleasure and skin and moans, and that was all that was left to the Hyuuga. He was totally unaware of anything else, unaware that he was moaning and crying out wit each thrust, unaware of how the rain beat down on the window and the thunder shuddered the window, unaware of the cold that was striking their naked bodies like needles.
It was all lost in the back of Neji's mind as each thrust and movement of his hips drove him deeper and deeper (and closer and closer--fuck, he was so close) into this spiral of passion. And Sasuke was urging him on. Words spelling out desire and need and Neji found himself listening to those words, driving himself again and harder and deeper and making it feel good.
God, it felt so good.
It was almost painful, with so much sensation coming from this one rhythmic movement. Each time that tight ring of muscle ran over the length of his arousal, the friction would send a new wave (every second a different sensation--it was enough to drive him insane with lust) of passion through his system, making him want more and more even as he began to ache for release.
He was so close (just so close) but bit into his bottom lips, hips rocking, pants mixed with moans rumbling in the base of his throat, and the smallest tang of blood working its way onto his tongue. Nails dug into the taut muscle of Sasuke's shoulder, marks being made (a mark by him marking Sasuke as his, except he really wasn't because he knew that this was going to be over soon and once it was over, it would be over, right?) and he just held on tighter, using the smaller boy as leverage for each thrust and movement.
Hair clung to the side of his face, back, and chest in sweaty drapes, framing each of his movements in a dark silhouette. And with the moon being covered and discarded by the dark clouds hanging over the sky, there was no light in the room.
Sasuke was just a shadow among the rest of the darkness in the room--a personification of darkness, his dark eyes seeming to almost shine even in the lack of light and his dark hair molding into the shadows of the pillow, but his porcelain skin was such a contrast, such a bright contrast, such a beautiful contrast, that even in the lack of light, Neji found himself staring.
He wanted to see him. He wanted to see him when it was all over. He wanted Sasuke's image (so soon to never be seen again after tonight or tomorrow morning if he was lucky) to be burned into his brain. He wanted to remember.
His back was numb, his legs were numb, his fingers were numb, his whole body was numb. Muscles contracted and expanded erratically with every thrust, every slide, every movement, every shudder of Neji's length impaling inside him. It took Sasuke all his remaining strength to push back, each stroke piercing deeper and harder into his body, and the pleasure elicited was too much for him to bear. Loud moans and grunts were poured forth with reckless abandon, restraints no longer there and it was just animal instincts that drove him on, pushing him ever closer to the edge and holding him back with just a thin piece of thread that was breaking with every second that passed.
He could feel the stinging pressure of Neji's nails on his skin, the smallest droplets of sweat that fell on top equally slick skin, the warm puffs of air leaving the other's flushed lips. Glazed dark eyes cracked open, taking in the image of the long-haired man, panting and moving, hips slamming down in a flurry of passion and lust. Another jolt of electricity and building pleasure seized the Uchiha's breaths again, his heart constricted as mouth gasped desperately for air.
Each moment that passed by was each step closer to release. His heart raced, his hips moved quicker, and his fingers dug deeper into the mattress. The pace got faster and more erratic, their bodies moving against each other unconsciously as they both searched blindly for the breaking point, the point where it would all come to an end - both of their little excursion and their acquaintance. There would be nothing left between them, the magic of the night would die, and they would become their old selves, wanting nothing to do with each other. And all would be just as well.
A stinging pain in the corner of Sasuke's eyes flared, and he bit back a desperate moan, feeling his body breaking down to pieces as ecstasy flooded his mind. His length pulsed and let go, freeing pent up pressure and letting hot fluid spilling over Neji's abdomen. A hoarse cry was drowned by rumbling thunder and rain, and the Uchiha fell back, body dropping heavily on to the mattress as he rode off the waves of pleasure washing over his body and mind, his whole being too paralyzed to feel, to sense anything other than the ecstasy coursing through his veins.
The semen spilled from Sasuke's length, layering over the already drying seed from moments (minutes, hours, days?) before. The cry that was wrenched from the pale boy's throat reached Neji's ears, despite the rain and the thunder and the creaking of the wood, and chills followed the sound, leaving a path, long and drawn out throughout Neji's body. A groan left his lips without his notice as his rocking increased, needing to feel more and more as the pressure built, leaving him aching and seeking for release. His white eyes, pale as the moon, landed on blushed lips as halos of white smoke rose up from the heat and penetrated the cold air.
Sasuke's image, dark eyes, mussed hair, rosy cheeks, all of it, burned into his mind. As muscles rippled and tensed and spasmed as an after effect of the orgasm, Neji's eyes caught it all. But the pleasure over rid his want to watch Sasuke, to stare at him, and drink in his essence, and Neji's eyes slid closed. His hips were no longer 'rocking'; they were pounding and pushing and working inside of the younger boy below him, searching, and driving deeper and deeper as need overthrew reason, his own release so close. It was just so close that Neji could feel it; he could feel it building and growing and needing to be released as he worked harder and harder inside the boy.
Then it was done. A spilling of hoarse cries and semen, an explosion of passion and lust and need as all of Neji's sudden feelings and emotions toward Sasuke came spilling out, as muscles shook beneath and energy was lost. The Hyuuga had enough energy, enough forethought to push himself over to the side before his arms gave away beneath his quivering and panting form. Neji lied there, out of breath and sweaty, the slick sheen of liquid clinging to him and attracting the loose straw from the mattress to his sticky skin, as he rolled his head to his head. Through a dark gaze, Neji stared at the other boy, Sasuke, with far more intensity than he had ever given anyone else in his life.
Why Sasuke deserved this treatment, he did not know. All he knew was that there was something about Sasuke that set his blood on fire... and that was what he liked.
For a while, the Uchiha heard nothing except the buzzing inside his head and the faint sounds of thunder cracking and rain rattling against frail window frames. He laid there, chest rising up and down with the erratic rhythm of his heart beating, eyes closed, heavy from the tiny beads of sweat on dark lashes and mainly because of the overwhelming orgasm. The pulses still ran rampage through his veins, though they were beginning to weaken. Skin no longer felt the rough straw beneath his weight, and even if he could sense it, Sasuke couldn't bring himself to mind. Pleasure and fatigue had rendered him numb.
A minute later, the sound of Neji breathing came vibrating in his eardrums. The Uchiha turned his eye, and out of its corner, spied the long-haired man laying beside him, still breathless from their previous activity. He stared, limp fingers twitched, feeling a strange desire to touch the water marks on Neji's cheeks, but there wasn't enough energy left for him to even stay awake. His eyelids got heavy again, and the image of the other's red, open lips blurred and everything turned dark. And his mind slipped away, the darkness enclosing his vision and everything shut down.
Setting: December 28, I think. In the Blue Butterfly. At midnight. At the same time as Hinata's log with Chouji after the Hinata and Neji meeting.
Warnings: Oral. Anal. SEX. Yes.
Notes: OMG. This is so late and it's all my fault. x-x I'm so sorry, Sasu-chan! Forgive meeeeeee.
Sasuke could vaguely feel his pants being pulled and yanked down from his hips, but he didn’t care, mind too busy reveling in the feeling of hot lips moving against his own. Another appreciative sound emitted from his throat, and his fingers curled around Neji’s neck, fingers digging into skin slicked with perspiration. He could feel the heat building inside his skin, sliding into every crevices of his muscles and bones, and making his mind go wild in lust. A sharp crack of thunder outside drowned out a loud moan that he futilely tried to muffle but failed as his back arched, torso pressing against Neji’s own and feeling the other’s bare skin connecting with his.
Nails grazed down Neji’s back, past protruding shoulder blades and spine and pressing against cold expanse of skin but knowing that there was a fire burning just beneath the thin layer. His tongue fought harder, running and swirling along the other appendage with fervor, his teeth bumped against Neji’s gum, and there was no doubt his own mouth was damaged by the other’s teeth. It was nothing compared to the pleasure. Sasuke’s groin throbbed and pulsed as he could feel Neji’s length pushing against his thigh, and a wave of tremors took over his body, his own organ twitched in desperate need for release.
The Uchiha left a grunt as his back hit the mattress, the cold fabric stretched beneath his body and the texture of rough straw felt too repulsive against his sensitive skin. Dazed dark eyes traveled up Neji’s partly-untied pants - he had tugged on the other’s last piece of clothing just as Neji worked on his, trying to return the act but wasn’t quick (and coherent) enough; to the bare chest and dark nubs that Sasuke’s fingers had abused, to the smooth column marred with a number of marks almost the same as those on his own, and finally, up the pair red, wet lips that hung open and those white orbs that seemed to burn in the darkness - a dark, lustful fire that had infected Sasuke as well.
Elbows dug further into the straw as Sasuke tried to sit up just as Neji leaned down, long hair cascading over his bare thighs and face hovering too closely to the weeping length. His throat was dry, lips hung open as he stared, entranced with the crouching form of the man, mind running rampage through wild thoughts that he never knew could be elicited. Sasuke had never felt like this. He had never lusted this badly and intensely for another person. He had never kissed another, had never make such sounds as a reply for sensual touches.
But it felt good.
And the moment Neji’s tongue pressed against the trembling shaft, Sasuke’s head was thrown back and collided with the wall and a mixture of pleasure and pain flooded his senses.
Another moan, this time unrestrained, broke free from the deepest corner of Sasuke’s throat, hands immediately seized at Neji’s hair, lacing fingers into the dark tresses and holding on to the scalp like it was the last lifeline. His thighs closed on instinct around that bobbing head, pushing it down and pressing that tongue harder against the length. His heart raced, overwhelmed by heightened ecstasy coursing across his body and his eye lids screwed shut for a second, before jerking open again, white dots dancing before dilated irises.
Beneath his swirling tongue, Neji could feel the length pulsing and throbbing with need. The moans that were being torn from the black-eyed boy made the Hyuuga’s blood burn with desire and delight, the noises urging him on as he took the tip of the shaft into his mouth. He licked the slit at the top before taking the throbbing heat between his lips fully, teeth grazing the sensitive flesh just enough to get a reaction. Each time Sasuke squirmed or moaned, Neji could feel his own erection twitch with need, but he ignored it, bent on getting the seemingly calm boy to not be so.
There was no way that Neji could know what he was doing; he felt clumsy and unsure with every lick and swipe of the tongue, and every time he moved to get a better position, it was almost awkward to do so. He had never done this before. He had heard stories, tales, and even jokes about doing this, but nothing could ever really describe what was going on through his mind at the moment. He could not even fully fathom what was going on through his mind; all he knew was that he wanted Sasuke, and he wanted him to continue making those noises that he was.
Fingers fisted into his hair and tried to guide him in the movement, but for a moment the Hyuuga thought he was going to gag around the shaft as the tip hit the back of his throat, but then the sensation disappeared as those same hands pulled him back up, seeking for the friction that the squirming obviously needed. A rhythm was found (up, down, up, down) as his tongue swirled with the movements, and he let his eyes fall shut, his own lust overriding his senses. Hands pressed down against Sasuke’s hips, trying to keep his squirming body still even as the Hyuuga hummed silently, letting the vibrations of his mouth work around the length.
If he had been with anybody else, he would have never allowed himself to be found in this position. He would have never been found on his knees with another person guiding his movements (hands fisted in his hair bobbed his head up and down, up and down), but there was something about Sasuke that was different from everybody else. Something that captured the Hyuuga the first time he saw him, he knew there was something different. What that was, he did not know, but he knew it had the power the take over his mind and make him think differently.
Being with Sasuke made him forget about the world (how cruel it could be; how cruel it was). All of his focus was found on only that boy in front of him, only wanting to please him in the only ways he knew how (and didn’t know how. Neji had no idea what he was doing; he was just going with his instincts.). Everything seemed so bizarre and unreal around him; he was lost inside this boy and he did not even know who he was. For all he knew, he was sleeping with the enemy (a grave offense indeed, and Neji was already so far gone, he could hardly imagine thinking of Sasuke as an enemy… but would he feel the same in the morning?).
Everything about this could be wrong.
But right now, it seemed perfectly right.
Nothing that could feel this good could be wrong, right? (Wrong.) It was wrong. All wrong. And yet, Neji did not give a damn.
Another flash of lighting illuminated the dark room for a split second, the brief light flooding over the two figures writhing on the narrow bed by the wall, reflecting off the light moisture that had collected on top pale skin that seemed to glow, the stark white contrasting heavily with dark hair and dark background. The storm outside raged, screaming and screeching and beating against the window frames, shaking the glass and threatening to shatter it to tiny pieces, yet neither of the boys cared, being too wrapped up in the mind-numbing feeling that they were giving each other.
Sasuke's back arched off of the mattress, skin already feeling the pricking of the straws which he hadn't minded in the least just two hours ago. Maybe it was his bare skin, maybe it was the pleasure racing through his veins, the mattress felt too uncomfortable, almost like a bed of nails. But he didn't care. He was too lost inside the lust and ecstasy, and he gripped Neji's hair harder, pushing his head down and sliding his length deeper into that mouth. For a moment, he was too far gone to notice the discomfort swelling in Neji's throat, but he did, and eased the hold in an apologetic gesture.
It felt too good, too damn good. The feel of Neji's tongue around his engorged length, the rough texture of the flesh sliding and swirling around the weeping head sent Sasuke's mind reeling and his head rolling back, digging deeper into the mattress. His eyes screwed shut, moans after moans pouring past dry throat and dispersing into cold air and his breaths added to the already heavy humidity. Thighs flexed and trembled around Neji's bobbing head, stomach heaving at each labored breath that he gasped for. The hardened length twitched harder as more precome leaked out and dripping into Neji's mouth, pressure building to the point that Sasuke felt he was about to explode.
It was as though the younger boy were speaking to him through each squirming movement, urging him forward, wanting, needing. The more he moved, it was a sign of how close he was getting to the end, and the closer he got, the more he needed. And Neji gave. With each movement, he worked his mouth quicker and moved his tongue wildly, driving moans and groans from those lips. White eyes slid open to gaze up the body at him, and Neji's own need increased at the sight.
Invisible puffs of air were leaving chilled reddened lips as he panted, his chest rising and falling with each gasp of air. His chest was covered in a cold sweat, coating him in a delicate sheen of reflective moonlight, and all Neji could do was stare. He could feel the fingers fisted in his hair tighten their grip a bit as he paused, taking in the sight before him, before he moved again (up and down, up and down, a moan being torn from the dark-eyed boy's lips). He wanted to capture those lips onto his own, kiss him again, but he could not stop. Not now. Not with the way that Sasuke was reacting to every move of his mouth.
He swallowed and the muscles in his mouth moved and contracted around the throbbing length. Neji ran his hands up and down Sasuke's sides, needing more of the feeling of skin on skin. This was amazing and erotic, but the Hyuuga wanted more. His eyes slid shut once more as his own erection began to strain against the confines of his pants. He needed friction or touching or skin on skin contact soon, but for now, it was all Sasuke and he ran his hands down the expanse of the boy's body till they came to rest on his inner thigh.
Nails dug into skin as fingers moved to massage the flesh there, his instincts taking over in a territory that he knew nothing about. He had never had to rely so much on his instincts as he did at this moment, and he could not decide if that was a good thing or a bad thing. At the moment, though, he did not care. With Sasuke's naked body right there, lying before him and his own hands having access to roam wherever they wanted, it felt right. It seemed right. And Neji could not find the strength to find any logic behind any of it. All he knew was that he wanted this.
He wanted Sasuke.
And Sasuke was letting him have what he wanted.
The room seemed to revolve and spin before Sasuke's eyes in a dark, swirling mess. His pupils were dilated and glazed, not really seeing anything except endless darkness illuminated by scattered stars that weren't really there, flashing and dying at a rapid rate as his body responded to the wet heat enveloping his length. The throbbing organ pulsed even more violently, seeking release but didn't know where and how to find it except craving desperately. He groaned throatily, fingers trembling in their hold, nails unconsciously digging into scalp and tugging at the dark strands as he bucked, gasping and panting in need.
It was heavy, too heavy for Sasuke to bear, the pressure. It seized his mind and numbed his body and drowned his senses in bittersweet pleasure. He couldn't think. All thoughts had escaped him and the only thing remained was Neji and Neji and Neji and everything about him that made Sasuke go insane. He didn't know Neji, that was a fact, but right now, the only thing mattered wasn't that he didn't know Neji's true character, it was that Neji was the one who could make him feel this way, who was giving him so much pleasure that he could lose his sanity in (something that he already lost to the heat of the night and the wet hot cavern of Neji's mouth.)
He shuddered again, muscles tensing and jerking with every stroke of Neji's tongue, arms shaking as the other's fingers and nails dug into his inner thigh (another sensitive area that he never knew could elicit such pleasure from just being touched.) Bruised lips hung open and letting moans freely pass - he couldn't hold it in anymore, even if he tried, barely any strength was left in his body, all had gone, evaporated by the sensual touches. His breaths got quicker and more erratic as body trembled, the heat inside raging to the point that he couldn't bear and his arousal weeped vehemently.
Then there was a hoarse cry, and he exploded, into Neji's mouth.
The only warning the Hyuuga had was the subtle shuddering of the body below him before the sticky and syrupy liquid spilled into his mouth. Neji pulled back as the younger boy emptied himself on the straw mattress. He could still taste the slightly salty substance on his tongue, intermixing with his taste buds and leaving its mark, Sasuke's mark, his taste. Neji wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, the excess semen that had clung to his lips easily being wiped away. The white-eyed boy stood from his knees, climbing onto the bed so that he was looming over the smaller boy that lied there, that was still riding off the ecstasy.
Bright eyes stared down at the boy below him, taking in the sight of the rumpled appearance. The boy's hair had mostly dried during their activities, but there was now a wet stain haloing his head. His hair was sticking up in all directions, fanning out on the bed in spiky locks. Pale cheeks were flushed from the lust in the air, and still, as he tried to calm down, the boy was panting. It was a painted picture of perfection, and Neji found that he had never lusted after anything so wildly and recklessly before.
Sasuke had put a spell on him. And he did not care.
He swooped down slowly, finally stealing what he had been yearning for a while, lips pressing against lips, letting Sasuke taste himself as their tongues intermixed in a slow lazy kiss. Neji wanted more. He needed more. But he could feel the other's weariness washing off of him waves. So, he kissed slow and deep, allowing the dark-eyed boy to catch his breath. He needed him. He needed something. He pulled from the kiss slowly, his eyes half-lid as he stared down at the pale boy below him, his arousal aching and needing with each second that passed.
Trailing back down Sasuke's body, a tongue snaking out to trail a line down from the base of his neck down his body, leaving a slick sheen of saliva in its wake. Fingertips left feather-like touches in their wake as they traveled down the dark-eyed boy's body as well, running over his hips as they moved, and finally coming rest in Sasuke's mess, the semen sticking to Neji's hand like syrup. He pulled himself up, staring down at Sasuke with lust-filled eyes, and nudged the boy's legs apart. Slowly, almost tentatively, he raised one of those legs with his free hand as the other moved up the cleft of Sasuke's ass.
A slicked finger pushed past the boy's entrance. Neji held his breath. And the air around them suddenly seemed so thick with lust. It was perfect. It was wrong. It was exactly what Neji wanted.
The straws dug into Sasuke's back again as he fell - or more like collapsed - back on the mattress, skin losing all its nerves and sense of touch to make space for the overwhelming flood of pleasure raking through his body. Even his fingers felt ten times heavier than usual, he couldn't move, the only thing he could do was lying there and pant as if he had just run twenty miles straight. Air escaped his lungs in large puffs of transparent fog (-strange, he never did get any decent breaths and his lungs were probably deprived of oxygen for at least fifteen minutes.) all clouding his already hazy eyes.
He could feel Neji crawling up and hovered over him, face shrouded in shadow and hair falling down, thin strands tickling his cheek. Out of a corner of his eyes, flashes of white light shone through the window in brief fleeting moments, but that was enough for Sasuke to glimpse the wild look on Neji's expression. One of unadulterated lust and desire that made Sasuke want to take a hold of those hollow cheeks and pull him down for a deep, violent kiss. And it seemed like Neji felt it too, for just as that thought flashed through Sasuke's mind, the long-haired man leaned down and pressed their lips together.
Sasuke responded, arms lifting to wrap around bare shoulders and neck, lips parting eagerly and tongue darting out to slide against that of the other's. The feel of wet lips on his was exquisite, and the strange taste on his tongue (-his own semen) was nowhere as repulsive as he normally would think. He could feel Neji's own arousal straining against his thigh, protruding even though confined within the fabric of his pants, he could feel beads of sweat rolling down the side of the other's face, and as they pulled away, he caught the smooth column of Neji's neck and sunk teeth into pale skin.
When Neji's tongue traveled down his body, Sasuke's breath hitched, and he shuddered, feeling the pleasure coming alive, stirring inside his already pliant body (the orgasm was just minutes ago and here he was, writhing and moaning under the same tongue and fingers.) Shaky elbows dug into the rough mattress as the Uchiha tried to raise himself, to look at the things that Neji was doing to him and his mind (and damn, the mere sight of it added to the lust tenfold.) His thighs were nudged apart, and Sasuke wasn't so far gone to not notice Neji's fingers coating themselves in the fluid on his abdomen. Dark eyes widened as he bit the abused bottom lip, and a gasp escaped when the foreign digit was pushed past the entrance - a place he never thought would be exposed to another person, much less being invaded.
The Uchiha squirmed but voiced no objection, but neither did he push down more onto the finger. He didn't know what he was supposed to do, or what he was supposed to feel (it had to feel good, somehow, but he was uncertain.) For a moment, there was an urge to pull away, but he stayed, trying to adapt to the new sensation (and Neji's face, god, he didn't want to disappoint. Sasuke was not himself tonight. Never before had he cared for another person and wanted to return the favor. But it was just for a night, as he kept telling himself. He could afford a night without reason. It felt too good to pass up.)
There it was again. His instincts taking over. Neji had no clue what he was doing, no real idea of what was going on. But here he was, following his instincts as Sasuke squirmed and moved beneath him. And the heat enveloping his finger felt right even if odd, and everything seemed right even as it was wrong. Horribly wrong. There was something terribly wrong with this picture. But the only thing the Hyuuga could focus on was his throbbing erection and the need that was coursing through his veins, desiring, wanting, needing, and pushing him forward down this road that he did not plan on straying from.
A second finger was slipped inside the tight heat, stretching and working the muscle there, his breaths coming out in erratic bursts as need began to override his senses. Nails dug into Sasuke's thigh as his free hand pressed against the flesh there, massaging first, and then moving and working and digging into as desire won over thought. Teeth ground against each other as gasps of air were taken in, trying to calm his raging and needing heart, and his eyes ran up Sasuke's body to capture the boy's own dark ones. The dark-eyed boy's face was contorted, not quite focusing on the Hyuuga, lost in the sensations (but not exactly enjoying it) and for a second Neji stopped.
This did not come out of nowhere, though. There were always those snippets of conversations that Neji would hear while living among many different people; most of the time, he would avoid them like a plague, but he heard things (mostly on accident). Things about this, about these things, about these sensations, but he never knew enough. He never really minded either. He had never minded the ignorance, even going out of his way to avoid all of these conversations that were right within hearing range. He never wanted to know any of those things.
Until now.
Now, he wished he had been more curious, working to learn more, know more. It seemed as though he could never learn enough, he always wanted to learn something new, but his drive never allowed him to learn those kind of things, his dignity never allowed it. He cared far too much about something that was not even tangible. Now, there was Sasuke beneath him and all he wanted was to make him feel good, and he did not even know if he was doing any of this right.
"Sasuke."
The name came out in a breath of cold air, still sound foreign on his lips and yet it fit.
"Do you want me to stop?"
Don't tell me to stop.
And as much as he wanted to go on, keep feeling this sensations, he would stop if asked. Because there was something about Sasuke that was acting as the driving force for his actions at the moment, everything about him was dictating what he did. It was disconcerting to be under the spell of one person so quickly, and yet, staring down at the pale boy, driven by lust, Neji found that it was not as awful as thought it would be.
It was all reasonable to return the favor of what another did for you. Sasuke knew that. He did not like being in another person's debt. He would try to compensate if he had asked for the favor, but he avoided it as much as possible. Uchiha Sasuke did not like being involved with other people.
But even then, with his mind so reluctant on being a little less selfish (because he could be the most selfish guy in the whole world) and the discomfort increased as the second finger was added, Sasuke was torn between pulling away and be rid of the strange feeling or let the other do whatever he wanted - after all, Neji had not gotten release.
Teeth ground against teeth as the Uchiha willed himself to calm down, to force his body to adjust as quickly as possible (something that would benefit both him and Neji, he knew.) The walls of muscles around probing fingers tensed and eased and tensed with each breath he took, and his eyes parted, dark pupils staring up at the ceiling as lips gasped for air. It would feel good.
It would feel incredibly good - Sasuke tried to convince himself. True, it was something that he never dreamed of doing - or having done to himself. True, it was painful and foreign when those digits stretched his entrance and prodded his inner muscles. True, it was somebody that he never did know that was doing these things to him. But Sasuke wanted to believe. He wanted to throw away reasons just one time and receive what could possibly be the best night he would ever get. He wanted to be with this stranger he had met only four days ago, no matter how insane it was.
When the fingers stopped moving, Sasuke rose, eyes glancing at the long-haired man hovering above him. Did Neji actually just asked Sasuke to tell him to stop? There was no reason to be so considerate. There was no reason to care about Sasuke's comfort. Neji needed release.
It wouldn't seem right. And besides, they had nothing between them to begin with. (Sasuke did not think that mere lust was something to be considered a bond. Lust is just temporary. Right?) But... it somehow made him feel a little warmer inside. Like a companionship he had long forgotten, even though it would disappear when morning came.
"... Keep going."
The sound of Sasuke's voice that told him to keep going rang in his ears, but Neji still did not move. Perhaps he had been too hasty, too quick, too stupid in jumping in when the opportunity arose. Maybe he should have stepped away when given the chance. Instead, he had had found himself lost in Sasuke's touch, and Sasuke's lips, and Sasuke's breath, and just Sasuke. This could be wrong. This could be horribly, terribly wrong.
But when Neji gazed down at the smaller boy, cheeks flushed and arousal flaring and having an almost mirrored image of lust of and intensity in that picture, it seemed so much better. Nothing was wrong about it anymore. Swallowing thickly, looking for any restraint that he was ignoring, the Hyuuga slipped a third finger in.
He wanted this to feel good to the dark-eyed boy. He wanted this to be memorable and pleasurable and something that would be written off as a bad memory. So, he stretched the tight muscle, trying to get rid of most of the discomfort now, hoping that it would feel better in a moment. In just a moment. But Neji was no expert, and he really had very little idea of what he was doing, and he could only assume.
It would feel good in a moment (so he hoped) and it would be something to remember (God, he wanted to remember this) and it would be pleasurable for Sasuke (Neji only wanted him to like it). That was the only thing he could lean on and hope for. Even as his erection throbbed with need, he slowed his fingers considerably, need wanting and want needing but his mind telling him to slow down and let the stranger adjust. All Neji cared about was what Sasuke thought, and there was something terribly wrong with that picture.
The three fingers were removed, Neji's breaths coming out a thick gasps as he did so, and he took a long moment to just stare down at the stranger. And that's what the boy was, a stranger. Somebody that Neji did not even know, and he did not even care to know. Perhaps... one day he would be honored with the knowledge of who exactly Sasuke was, but for now, it was a mystery, and Neji did not mind. It also made it better, made this encounter better. In the morning, neither of them exactly knew what would happen, but there was that gleaming obviousness of the possibility that they would never see each other again.
This could be the last time that they would ever look at each other.
It was only a quick swipe of both hands that removed Neji's pants and kicked off his boots, and a shiver ran up his spine as the cold air assaulted his completely bare body. He leaned in over the boy, capturing his lips for another long (violent this time, bruising, hard, lusting) kiss, almost a thank you for allowing them to go on. It would feel good. It would, and Neji would make sure of it.
Throwing both of Sasuke's legs up onto his shoulders (he was trying to make the dark-eyed boy comfortable, but he wanted to see him, he wanted to see his face, he wanted to see him), Neji positioned himself at Sasuke's entrance. He took a deep breath (would Sasuke enjoy it? would he like it?) before slowly pushing in, past the entrance, his eyes screwing shut at the sensation.
Oh, fuck.
Sasuke had just barely managed to adjust to the third finger, muscles starting to adapt to the new sensation and his mind was calming somewhat, before they were removed. His lips were quivering now, hands clenching the sheets that barely acted as a flimsy barrier between his bare skin and the rough straw underneath. Dark eyes widened and glazed over as Neji's pants were pulled off of him, pupils fixing on the other's hardened flesh and he gulped, feeling the pressure throbbing inside and the lust heightening to impossible measure.
He really wanted Neji.
It hit Sasuke like a revelation he had never thought of before (it was true in a way, he had never thought he would end up in this situation with anyone - it was beyond his imagination.) Suddenly it didn't feel like mere lust that had only risen because they had been in compromising positions.
It felt like Sasuke was actually connected to Neji (never mind the soon-to-come physical intimacy, but somewhere in Sasuke's mind, he felt close to the other.) It was bizarre, it was mad, and Sasuke's brain was throwing possibilities that baffled him like no other. It was unthinkable, and here he was, mind going places that were too strange for his liking.
But a look at Neji's flushed face and white eyes darkened with lust and desire cut off any uncertainty he had. He wanted this man, too much for his own good. He knew that it would be over just as quickly as it started, and they would most likely never talk about this or each other, even, anymore.
(Sasuke wanted to remember. He wanted to remember this night even though it would be a black mark in his memory. It would be the day when he lost control of himself and went with the drive of his instincts. But the pleasure would be there, etched in the back of his mind - oh how he wanted this to feel good. It had to feel good. He had heard about sex from other people, and it had sounded like a drug. A drug that would bring him great ecstasy even though it would only last for a few moments.)
Sasuke wanted to taste that feeling. He wanted to know how it was like to be physically close to somebody, to share kisses and touches that he would never dare to venture when his mind was clear.
His mind was not clear now. And he felt just fine with it, or not better.
Fingers digging deeper into the mattress, Sasuke swallowed, watching Neji coating himself in the creamy substance, his own length twitching and hardening at the sight. As his legs were being lifted and thrown over Neji's shoulder hastily, the Uchiha felt a faint knot at his stomach - would it feel good? It should.
He ignored it, but as the tip of Neji's shaft pressed against the ring of muscles and pushing slowly past it, Sasuke couldn't muffle a gasp and a groan that slipped past clenched teeth. It hurt. It really hurt. But Sasuke had been through worse pain before. He had survived mortal injuries, he had healed, and this pain was nothing. It would go away when the pleasure came, and then it would feel extremely good.
Something that felt like hours passed before Sasuke let out a breath and pushed his hips down, sliding the engorged length further into his body as a silent urge for Neji to continue.
Neji choked on a gasping moan, his eyes fluttering shut as Sasuke pushed himself up. He was drowning, that's what it had to be; he couldn't catch his breath and he couldn't think and his every sense except touch was fading, dimming, becoming less important... shocks flew up and down his twitching, tense body. His eyes were glued to Sasuke's pretty, flushed face, the image driving him wild with desire and need.
On and on his thoughts flew around in his head, but so lost and so unsure and all of his senses flying out the window, he could hardly catch onto one thought. He found himself lost in the feeling around his heated flesh, the pressure and momentary friction sending waves of unending pleasure through his system.
He tried to count, silently, to himself, with his eyes closed, to the number ten. Tried to calm his racing heart and tried to find some semblance of coherent thought in his head, but it was nearly impossible. His mind was only crying one thing, 'Move', and it was becoming more and more impossible to ignore it, but he did not want to go too soon. He wanted Sasuke to be ready, but the younger boy had pulled on him, almost as a request for him to move, and almost too--hesitant, afraid, unsure--he had yet to do anything.
But the waiting was driving him insane. A stifled moan (not really stifled, released with reckless abandon, but so lost in his ecstasy, he did not want to admit how lost Sasuke was truly making him feel) and he pulled back, almost completely out, his weeping length the only thing still lost inside the heat, before he was pushing back in, slow and rough at the same time, the friction running along his sensitive flesh as stars danced before his eyes.
It was like heaven and hell all at once, and there was fire igniting every portion of his skin as pleasure ran through his veins through his body, sounds being drawn from his own mouth now (it was Sasuke before, now it was his turn. One's dignity for another?).
Out and then in and again and again and out and in and again and again (and again and again), and all Neji could think was how good all of this felt and the pleasure was just building and making him feel better, and his length throbbed with pleasure, gasps fell from his lips, and on and on it went.
Hands continued to roam, searching, seeking, until one of his stray hands found Sasuke's. Sasuke's hand was so soft, slicked with sweat and shaking from need just as Neji's own was, and on a whim (he could not think) he grasped the other boy's hand and squeezed it lightly as he pulled back and pushed back in again (a rhythm, erratic, but continuous).
Nails dug into the hand in his own grip, but he did not let go. Fingers intertwined, sweat slicking with sweat, and gasps filling the air as thunder sounded outside the window. It was almost a perfect picture. Almost. And Neji pushed in and out and in and out and in and on and on it went and it was perfect. Perfect. Sasuke was perfection.
Every muscle in Sasuke's body contorted and twisted themselves as his limbs throbbed, tensing and arching from the mattress. It hurt. It hurt a lot. But he didn't voice the pain. Teeth sinking down on lip as he struggled, eyes screwing shut and head rolling back. It hurt more than he expected. It felt like he was being torn apart.
It felt like there were thousands of needles piercing into him, only it was just one, and not exactly a needle. Short, hurried breaths left open lips as the Uchiha gasped for air, legs unconsciously closing down, pressing against Neji's back in the effort of searching for some leverage to hold on to.
He did not make a noise - or tried his very best not to. He knew that anything that came out of his lips at the time would betray the pain, and that in turn would make Neji stop. Sasuke did not want Neji to stop. There was a sense of intimacy and closeness that normally he hated, but now came to crave.
Maybe it was just the spell of the night, maybe it was Neji, maybe it was his mind going mad, but Sasuke didn't want it to stop. The pain was only temporary - he kept telling himself. His muscles were gradually getting used to the rhythm and the feeling of being filled to the brim. It wasn't a bad sensation. At all.
Through glazed pupils, Sasuke could see his own breaths coming out in white, transparent puffs, blurring Neji's image above him and making the other look like an illusion. Was it an illusion? Was it just Sasuke's mind playing tricks on him or was it really Neji's length embedded inside him and moving against his abused muscles in an agonizing pace?
The pain sure felt real.
Neji's hands on his things felt real. The sweat rolling down his skin felt real. The rain beating against his window looked real. Neji's flushed and contorted face looked real. It must have been real. Thank God. The hand on his confirmed Neji's existence. Neji wasn't an illusion.
His body slid on the mattress with each movement of Neji thrusting inside (up and down, up and down, dark strands moving on white sheet like ink lines that had lives of their own.) Fingers gripped the crumbled sheet, nails tearing through the fabric and he could feel the material falling apart under trembling fingers. It was getting better.
The pain had eased, his muscles had gotten used to the rhythm, and pleasure had started to rise. A breath left the Uchiha's lungs, somewhat relieved, somewhat pained - pained because he was once again starting to feel the pressure on his groin, and his own arousal woke, the demand for release made itself known.
A choked moan - this time there was no pain - left bruised lips as hips bucked. Fingers closed around Neji's and hung on - once again, that sense of completion, of companionship - it felt strange, but pleasant, and Sasuke didn't want to think about it.
He wanted to just forget and drown himself in the pleasure, just for a few moments of ecstasy and he would be happy to go back the way he was - back to the cold and distant Uchiha Sasuke who lived to kill his own brother. But for the moment, he wanted to be this person gasping and moaning and sliding against the long-haired man that he just met days ago. Insensible, but he paid no mind.
He didn't want to think.
He only wanted to feel.
Neji was blind. It was almost ironical to think about, but it was true, with his eyes screwed shut and pleasure running through his system at a constant rate, it was making him dizzy and blind. Him. A Hyuuga. One of the people gifted with a type of sight greater than any other's. He could not see. He was lost and confused and there was nothing left except for him to feel. He could feel the cold from the air wrapping around his slicked skin in an icy blanket. He could feel the heat of his lust falling from his form in rhythmic waves. And above everything else, he could feel Sasuke, beneath him, writhing, twisting, moaning, groping, and it was this that Neji focused on.
Forget the world.
Forget his problems.
Forget everything that had happened that day. All that was left was Sasuke, and all that he wanted was Sasuke. There was nothing else left to want and need. It was without right or reason that Neji was so lost to this boy that he had just met (had just met not even a week ago, and here they were, letting the other see something that nobody would probably ever see again). It made sense, though. As nonsensical as it was, at that moment, as pleasure and ecstasy flowed through the pounding heart of the Hyuuga, it all made sense.
Thunder cackled outside the window as the mattress below them shifted and formed to each of their movements (the straw was peaking through the mattress, scratching and clinging to Neji's sweaty knees, but he did not care. All he cared about was Sasuke and Sasuke and Sasuke. And only Sasuke.)
Teardrops of sweat ran down the Hyuuga's face as he moved within Sasuke (within him--in him--they were so intimate, so close, it was a feeling that Neji had never felt before, one that he could have never pictured in a million years, and yet here he was experiencing it first hand), each movement pulling a moan or a gasp from his lips.
It was far too many sensations to remain silent and for once, Neji did not care as his dignity (his silent demeanor, so silent and sullen and so unlike how he was at this exact moment) flew out the window with every bit of reason and logic. Who needed logic? There was no logic when everything that he had believed in and followed was destroyed in a simple touch, and there was nothing left to find reason in when he simply did not care at this fact.
He was being foolish (so damn foolish).
And it felt good.
There were hisses and groans and not-so-muffled moans and sounds of the wooden frame of the bed creaking and straws shifting, crinkling under the pressure of two moving bodies on top thin sheets. Sasuke's fingers shook and dug deeper into the bed, nails clawing at bits of straws as his back slid up and down the bed with each movement of their joined hips.
Dark, glazed eyes rolled to the back of his head and went blind with a particularly deep thrust, his muscles clenching around Neji's length and drawing it inside - deeper, harder, closer - and he cried out, passion overriding his mind and senses.
One leg slipped and fell off Neji's shoulder, hanging at the long-haired man haphazardly. The Uchiha paid it no mind, brain already frozen of all mannerisms and coherent senses, succumbing to the overwhelming waves of pleasure rushing through his body at each stroke of Neji's engorged arousal, every time diving deeper and faster and making him go wild.
Breath hitched and teeth bit into his bruised bottom lip. He could feel the taste of blood on his tongue, the coppery, musky sense added to the heat boiling inside his stomach, and all rushed south to torture his own weeping length.
Then it hit him with something that felt like a bolt of lightning. His throat gave, a loud, breathless cried rushing out and his body trembled violently. He gasped, words that he was not aware that he was speaking broke past torn lips, needing and begging Neji to do it again, harder, deeper, and oh God it felt good.
His eyes stung, and eyelids screwing shut - somewhere in his unconscious mind, Sasuke still vehemently forbid himself from dropping a tear. He was desperate. He needed release. But it felt too incredible - something that felt this good should never be ended early. The Uchiha fought. He just needed to hang on. Just hang on for a bit longer.
Just a little longer.
Please.
Just pleasure and skin and moans, and that was all that was left to the Hyuuga. He was totally unaware of anything else, unaware that he was moaning and crying out wit each thrust, unaware of how the rain beat down on the window and the thunder shuddered the window, unaware of the cold that was striking their naked bodies like needles.
It was all lost in the back of Neji's mind as each thrust and movement of his hips drove him deeper and deeper (and closer and closer--fuck, he was so close) into this spiral of passion. And Sasuke was urging him on. Words spelling out desire and need and Neji found himself listening to those words, driving himself again and harder and deeper and making it feel good.
God, it felt so good.
It was almost painful, with so much sensation coming from this one rhythmic movement. Each time that tight ring of muscle ran over the length of his arousal, the friction would send a new wave (every second a different sensation--it was enough to drive him insane with lust) of passion through his system, making him want more and more even as he began to ache for release.
He was so close (just so close) but bit into his bottom lips, hips rocking, pants mixed with moans rumbling in the base of his throat, and the smallest tang of blood working its way onto his tongue. Nails dug into the taut muscle of Sasuke's shoulder, marks being made (a mark by him marking Sasuke as his, except he really wasn't because he knew that this was going to be over soon and once it was over, it would be over, right?) and he just held on tighter, using the smaller boy as leverage for each thrust and movement.
Hair clung to the side of his face, back, and chest in sweaty drapes, framing each of his movements in a dark silhouette. And with the moon being covered and discarded by the dark clouds hanging over the sky, there was no light in the room.
Sasuke was just a shadow among the rest of the darkness in the room--a personification of darkness, his dark eyes seeming to almost shine even in the lack of light and his dark hair molding into the shadows of the pillow, but his porcelain skin was such a contrast, such a bright contrast, such a beautiful contrast, that even in the lack of light, Neji found himself staring.
He wanted to see him. He wanted to see him when it was all over. He wanted Sasuke's image (so soon to never be seen again after tonight or tomorrow morning if he was lucky) to be burned into his brain. He wanted to remember.
His back was numb, his legs were numb, his fingers were numb, his whole body was numb. Muscles contracted and expanded erratically with every thrust, every slide, every movement, every shudder of Neji's length impaling inside him. It took Sasuke all his remaining strength to push back, each stroke piercing deeper and harder into his body, and the pleasure elicited was too much for him to bear. Loud moans and grunts were poured forth with reckless abandon, restraints no longer there and it was just animal instincts that drove him on, pushing him ever closer to the edge and holding him back with just a thin piece of thread that was breaking with every second that passed.
He could feel the stinging pressure of Neji's nails on his skin, the smallest droplets of sweat that fell on top equally slick skin, the warm puffs of air leaving the other's flushed lips. Glazed dark eyes cracked open, taking in the image of the long-haired man, panting and moving, hips slamming down in a flurry of passion and lust. Another jolt of electricity and building pleasure seized the Uchiha's breaths again, his heart constricted as mouth gasped desperately for air.
Each moment that passed by was each step closer to release. His heart raced, his hips moved quicker, and his fingers dug deeper into the mattress. The pace got faster and more erratic, their bodies moving against each other unconsciously as they both searched blindly for the breaking point, the point where it would all come to an end - both of their little excursion and their acquaintance. There would be nothing left between them, the magic of the night would die, and they would become their old selves, wanting nothing to do with each other. And all would be just as well.
A stinging pain in the corner of Sasuke's eyes flared, and he bit back a desperate moan, feeling his body breaking down to pieces as ecstasy flooded his mind. His length pulsed and let go, freeing pent up pressure and letting hot fluid spilling over Neji's abdomen. A hoarse cry was drowned by rumbling thunder and rain, and the Uchiha fell back, body dropping heavily on to the mattress as he rode off the waves of pleasure washing over his body and mind, his whole being too paralyzed to feel, to sense anything other than the ecstasy coursing through his veins.
The semen spilled from Sasuke's length, layering over the already drying seed from moments (minutes, hours, days?) before. The cry that was wrenched from the pale boy's throat reached Neji's ears, despite the rain and the thunder and the creaking of the wood, and chills followed the sound, leaving a path, long and drawn out throughout Neji's body. A groan left his lips without his notice as his rocking increased, needing to feel more and more as the pressure built, leaving him aching and seeking for release. His white eyes, pale as the moon, landed on blushed lips as halos of white smoke rose up from the heat and penetrated the cold air.
Sasuke's image, dark eyes, mussed hair, rosy cheeks, all of it, burned into his mind. As muscles rippled and tensed and spasmed as an after effect of the orgasm, Neji's eyes caught it all. But the pleasure over rid his want to watch Sasuke, to stare at him, and drink in his essence, and Neji's eyes slid closed. His hips were no longer 'rocking'; they were pounding and pushing and working inside of the younger boy below him, searching, and driving deeper and deeper as need overthrew reason, his own release so close. It was just so close that Neji could feel it; he could feel it building and growing and needing to be released as he worked harder and harder inside the boy.
Then it was done. A spilling of hoarse cries and semen, an explosion of passion and lust and need as all of Neji's sudden feelings and emotions toward Sasuke came spilling out, as muscles shook beneath and energy was lost. The Hyuuga had enough energy, enough forethought to push himself over to the side before his arms gave away beneath his quivering and panting form. Neji lied there, out of breath and sweaty, the slick sheen of liquid clinging to him and attracting the loose straw from the mattress to his sticky skin, as he rolled his head to his head. Through a dark gaze, Neji stared at the other boy, Sasuke, with far more intensity than he had ever given anyone else in his life.
Why Sasuke deserved this treatment, he did not know. All he knew was that there was something about Sasuke that set his blood on fire... and that was what he liked.
For a while, the Uchiha heard nothing except the buzzing inside his head and the faint sounds of thunder cracking and rain rattling against frail window frames. He laid there, chest rising up and down with the erratic rhythm of his heart beating, eyes closed, heavy from the tiny beads of sweat on dark lashes and mainly because of the overwhelming orgasm. The pulses still ran rampage through his veins, though they were beginning to weaken. Skin no longer felt the rough straw beneath his weight, and even if he could sense it, Sasuke couldn't bring himself to mind. Pleasure and fatigue had rendered him numb.
A minute later, the sound of Neji breathing came vibrating in his eardrums. The Uchiha turned his eye, and out of its corner, spied the long-haired man laying beside him, still breathless from their previous activity. He stared, limp fingers twitched, feeling a strange desire to touch the water marks on Neji's cheeks, but there wasn't enough energy left for him to even stay awake. His eyelids got heavy again, and the image of the other's red, open lips blurred and everything turned dark. And his mind slipped away, the darkness enclosing his vision and everything shut down.