[log] on how I learned to stop hating and love the cock
Who: Pain, Uzumaki Naruto (to eventually be joined by Konan and Madara)
Where/When: Back at one of their houses, I guess. LEAVE IT TO YOUR IMAGINATION.
Status: Closed.
Style: Paragraph.
Warnings: AHAHAHAHA, pornz. NC-17, etc.
Continued from here
( In the bedroom: someone kicks the door open. It may have been you. )
Where/When: Back at one of their houses, I guess. LEAVE IT TO YOUR IMAGINATION.
Status: Closed.
Style: Paragraph.
Warnings: AHAHAHAHA, pornz. NC-17, etc.
Continued from here
( In the bedroom: someone kicks the door open. It may have been you. )
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Well, he never claimed to have the best of attention spans at any rate and the fact of the matter is that Nagato’s mouth was inventive and warm and unjustifiably talented really and Naruto still wasn’t used to it because it was something new and different and he had not learned it yet, did not know it yet.
So he kept forgetting things.
Things like breathing.
And walking.
But when he could not walk he could (and did) stumble and if he lost that then he reasoned crawling would have worked just as well because at that stage he was as hard as a damn rock and in order to have gotten Naruto to stop, there would have needed to be blood. And lots of it.
Thankfully he was saved the humiliation of crawling because there was a house and a futon and it did not matter whose, just that they were there and who needed doors anyway? Also very overrated things ( ... )
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Maybe he has needed to forget.
He cannot think of anything else now. Not now. Not when this boy --
( The boy is like a thunderstorm; all lightning and hail crashing against the ancient walls of Amegakure: against Nagato's barriers. He is a tidal wave breaking over the shore, and Pain can feel himself being submerged by all the fangs and claws, and the pressingneedingwarmth that could floor him, were he not who he is. Were he not, indeed ( ... )
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He hardly knows how he got here, he hardly knows where here is (or cares) but he doesn’t feel vulnerable. There is too much here for vulnerability, too much inside wanting to spill free with no space at all left for something like that. There is unison and accord (joined by want and who knew?) and there is Nagato and so Naruto leaves behind thoughts of weapons and battles and whatever is to come.
There is now and this with no thought for what may come after.
And there is a futon beneath him (them) and the sounds Nagato makes which steal his breath from his lungs and there are hands and they are Nagato’s too he knows and they are touching and that is what matters. Naruto touches back. And he recalls Nagato saying something. Words. Do not go easy on me-
But oh, he cannot and he knew he could not because there is flesh and he is entranced by it because it is paler than his own, wrath-like, but alive and here.
It is warm.
Nagato is warm-
Hot.
And Nagato is here because he is touching and ( ... )
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For Nagato, this is vulnerability.
Fierce vulnerability. (You open yourself up as you wring yourself out. Clearing the body of all its tears -- freeing the heart chakra to flow, the quintessence of the elements, and the memories falling, floating, like cherry blossoms on a breeze: this is you freeing yourself, undoing yourself, and it is frightening, to be so exposed, and it is frightening, indeed, but Nagato does not mind -- )
-- cannot mind; not when he feels himself being tasted, and touched, and sampled --
And it so human to fuck, to mate, to rut, like this, with the shine of the sun glow glistening on the sweat beading across honey complexion, across silver-white tones, and the black of the metal that digs deep -- that vibrates deep into the nerve endings as Naruto's tongue and teeth take hold, and the flesh rises to the touch, thrums to it, and reddens, like it has a life of its own, and a will ( ... )
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Not just sex, not for Naruto, it is never just sex for Naruto, it is the connection, visceral and more than and that is what Nagato gives him now ( ... )
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