Naruto's tongue drove into Sasuke's mouth the instant their lips crashed together, going past the soft barrier of Sasuke's teeth without hesitation. His blue eyes fluttered shut, overwhelmed not only by the physical sensation but also by knowing that it was Sasuke who he was kissing.
Sasuke made a raw, broken sound the moment Naruto's tongue entered his mouth, a choked moan torn from deep inside his chest. Sasuke's eyes slammed shut, frowning at the feeling of that tongue finally inside him. His hands shot up instantly, one clamped hard around Naruto's forearm, fingers digging deep enough to bruise, nails biting through fabric into muscle; the other fisted in the back of Naruto's head, yanking him forward with open, brutal force. There was nothing tentative in the grip. It was pure demand, pure need, as if Sasuke feared the contact might vanish if he did not hold it captive.
Naruto licked across Sasuke's tongue, one single filthy stroke, tasting every wet ridge and tremor. Then retreated, as fast as it had entered, just to shove his tongue back again a second after, deeper, filling Sasuke's mouth until there was nowhere left for him to hide, no room for breathing.
Sasuke followed the movement without thinking, his own tongue rising to meet the thrust, sliding against Naruto's in a clumsy, hungry answer, shuddering.
And Naruto did it again. And again. And again. And Sasuke felt he was losing his mind.
Sasuke's fingers spasmed where they gripped Naruto's forearm, nails carving crescents into tanned skin, while with his hand at the back of Naruto's head pulled him closer, fingers tangling in the golden strands. Sasuke tilted his head, opening his mouth wider, his neck arching as he offered Naruto the angle he seemed to be seeking. Naruto took it greedily, his tongue working in a steady, filthy rhythm, in and out, in and out, each thrust deep and rushed. The wet sounds of their kiss filled the space between them, obscene and unmistakable, the slick slide of tongue against tongue, the soft give of Sasuke's lips, the harsh exhale from Naruto's nose as he kept the rhythm relentless.
Sasuke's brow remained furrowed, his face a mask of concentration as he dwelled into the kiss, his dark lashes trembling against his flushed cheeks. Every time Naruto filled his mouth, Sasuke's body jerked slightly, his spine stiffening, and low, muffled sounds soon began to vibrate from his throat into Naruto's mouth.
The vibrations of those sounds traveled quickly through Naruto's tongue and down his spine, pooling hot and heavy in his groin. Then, Sasuke's hips suddenly rolled forward, seeking friction, his pelvis brushing against Naruto's thigh with a pressure that made Naruto gasp into the kiss.
Naruto kept shoving his tongue inside Sasuke's mouth, tasting him, pouring everything he felt onto him, in a relentless urgent rhythm as their bodies began rocking into one another.
Sasuke tilted his head further, opening his throat more in a clear invitation. His brow furrowed tight, dark brows drawn together as he kept answering Naruto's kiss. Then Sasuke moaned, the sound muffled and desperate, torn from him out of the sheer maddening repetition of Naruto's thrusting tongue inside his mouth.
Naruto went feral at the reaction. His free hand dropped like a strike, seized Sasuke by the hip, thumb pressing into the soft hollow just above the bone, fingers spreading wide across the curve, and dragged him until the hard line of Naruto's cock ground fully against Sasuke's own.
A broken, punched-out moan tore from Sasuke's throat the second their cocks pressed together through the fabric, the sound wounded and startled.
Sasuke shoved harder against Naruto's mouth, crushing their lips together until their teeth scraped, begging for more without words. Naruto answered by fisting a handful of his long black hair, pulling it, hard, forcing Sasuke's head back to change the angle while he kept kissing him, his tongue sliding in and out in filthy, deliberate strokes that made Sasuke's knees threaten to buckle. And he wondered, with a sick, desperate hope, if Naruto would be able to fill, even for a moment, the yawning emptiness inside him, or if he would always be too far gone, too far broken, to be filled by anyone at all.
They kissed like that for a while, their mouths joined, their tongues moving in a fierce, syncopated pulse that matched the frantic hammering of their hearts, their bodies bound together, their groins pressed and hard, neither of them bothering to hide the extent of their need, losing themselves into one another, pouring everything they possessed into the kiss as they would do into a fight.
Then Naruto deliberately slowed the rhythm, not gradually, but at once, with deliberate intent. The filthy, rapid strokes of tongue turned unhurried and measured, until Sasuke's body tensed with frustration. And every time Sasuke pushed harder, trying to drag them back into their previous rhythm, Naruto answered by yanking him by his hair and holding him still, denying him.
Sasuke kept trying to quicken the rhythm again, pushing up, sucking harder, trying to force the urgency back, but Naruto refused, grip tightening in his hair to keep him exactly where he wanted him.
Sasuke felt the shift settle over them like a command. And he forced himself to follow, lips parting wider, accepting the heavier, more devastating pace.
Naruto kissed Sasuke's lower lip, soft, swollen and glistening, then slid his tongue inside him again, tasting his heat and his desperation in the wet darkness of Sasuke's mouth. Naruto kissed Sasuke's lower lip again, sucking it lightly between his own teeth right before sliding his tongue inside him once more.
They stayed like that, the kiss languid thick and voluptuous, a private rhythm of give and take that somehow felt more obscene than the previous desperate strokes and made Naruto's cock throb against the confines of his pants.
Sasuke's hips kept rocking without conscious thought, small, involuntary undulations that pressed his groin against Naruto's in a helpless search for friction, for pressure, for anything to ease the ache building between his legs. And the sensation made Naruto sink deeper into the darkness of Sasuke's mouth.
Naruto's free hand left Sasuke's hair and slid down the length of his spine, settling at the small of his back. He caressed him there while his tongue was still buried deep inside him, fingers spreading wide over the dip just above the waistband, pressing into the hollow with proprietary weight.
Sasuke moaned again, sharper this time, almost a whimper, that touch was electric, making his whole body jolt, his back arching into Naruto's palm while his mouth continued to yield to him.
Then Naruto parted just enough to breathe. Their faces stayed close, foreheads nearly touching, breath mingling in harsh, ragged gusts as they stared at each other in silence.
Sasuke's fingers were still tangled in the back of Naruto's blond hair, holding him there, his other hand remained locked around his forearm as if he had forgotten how to let go.
Naruto's palm cupped Sasuke's face, thumb resting just beneath the swell of his cheekbone, while his other hand stayed firm at Sasuke's waist, holding him in place. And then their eyes locked, almost stunned, as though the kiss had happened to someone else, and they were only now waking into the aftermath.
Sasuke knew Naruto could feel how hard he was, there was no hiding the thick, insistent press of his cock against him.
Naruto studied Sasuke's expression though his clouded gaze, he still couldn't believe Sasuke had kissed him back, and had moaned because of him, and was looking at him with that expression of pure and unfiltered lust in his gaze. He still couldn't believe what he was feeling through the fabric of his pants; Sasuke's length, hardened, pressed against his own. And he loved him. And he felt like he could cry out of happiness right then and there. Because, finally, impossibly, something had happened between them. And he loved him with all his being, and he could never bring himself to stop loving him. And Sasuke had kissed him back. And he would do anything for him. And he would lose his mind for him. And he would kill himself for him. And Sasuke made him insane. And he didn't care. And he could never care. And Naruto knew, he just knew, at that instant more clearly that he had ever known anything in his entire life; that he would burn the world down for him. And he belonged to Sasuke, and Sasuke belonged to him, and there never would be anything truer than that in the entire universe.
Somewhere in the back of his mind, now that Naruto was finally touching what had been forbidden to him, Sakura's face flickered. He'd said he would bring Sasuke back for her, he'd sworn that to her, but with Sasuke's mouth still wet and open for him, his own hand cupping Sasuke's beautiful face, and Sasuke's black eyes fixed on him with that dazed, sinful gaze that he was giving him now, Naruto couldn't bring himself to care, not even a little. And he didn't even feel guilty about what he was doing. And he knew how wrong it was, and he knew how much he was betraying her. He knew. But if he had to choose between Sasuke and her, he would always choose Sasuke first. He couldn't help it. He would make that choice a hundred times, a thousand times, if it meant having Sasuke that way, he would make that choice, again and again, even if it meant losing everything else. And he couldn't back down, not now, now less than ever, because Sasuke had allowed him this, because Sasuke wanted this too, because now Naruto had learned what Sasuke's tongue tasted like, and what his groin felt like against his own, and he couldn't get enough of him, and he needed more, and more and more.
And at that instant, all Naruto wanted was to stay there forever, suspended in the impossible grace of having Sasuke looking back at him that way.
And Sasuke, staring at Naruto's profound, pure blue eyes, all Sasuke needed was the world around them to disappear, to leave them alone in this single, impossible moment where nothing else existed, nor the past, nor the future, but the heat between them and the quiet, terrifying truth of how much he needed that man in front of him.
Naruto kissed Sasuke again, roughly this time, reclaiming everything the slow pace had softened.
Sasuke's eyes fluttered shut, desperate for Naruto's touch. He shifted, spreading his legs to accommodate the solid press of Naruto's body between them, so Naruto could step fully into the space, thigh to thigh, groin to groin. Naruto's hand rose and caressed Sasuke's face while their mouths moved together again, thumb stroking the sharp line of his cheekbone, fingers sliding into the dark hair at his temple, holding him in place. Sasuke answered by tangling both hands in Naruto's blond hair, pulling hard, then dropping his left hand just to grip Naruto's waist, fingers digging into the muscle there, pulling him closer.
Naruto's hand at Sasuke's lower back pressed down, fingers splaying wide over the curve of muscle, pulling Sasuke's body flush against his own. He could feel the frantic rise and fall of Sasuke's chest, the hammering of his heart through the fabric of his shirt, the heat radiating from Sasuke's skin. Naruto's tongue curled, dragging against Sasuke's tongue with a languid stroke that made Sasuke whimper.
Sasuke's grip on Naruto's waist tightened, fingers digging in hard enough to leave bruises, anchoring himself as his body swayed. His mouth worked around Naruto's tongue, lips closing and sucking gently each time Naruto pulled back, as if trying to keep him inside, then parting wide with a wet, breathless gasp when Naruto drove back in. The rhythm became a pulse, a heartbeat made of flesh and wet heat, Naruto's tongue sliding in and out with mechanical precision, each thrust stretching Sasuke's jaw, each retreat leaving him chasing, panting, into the empty air before being filled again. Naruto's thumb at Sasuke's cheekbone stroked downward, tracing the sharp angle of his jaw, feeling the muscle work as Sasuke took him, again and again, his body trembling with the effort of staying upright, of surviving the devastating rhythm of being thoroughly, completely claimed.
Their hips rolled in a frantic, grinding rhythm, the hard lines of their cocks dragging against each other through the layers of fabric with every thrust. Naruto grunted low into Sasuke's mouth, the sound rough and barely controlled. Sasuke answered with a broken moan that vibrated straight down Naruto's tongue. The pace was desperate, almost clumsy in its urgency, bodies rocking as though they could fuck through their clothes if they only pressed hard enough. Sasuke's hand left Naruto's waist and slid upward, spreading over the solid plane of his chest, fingers mapping the hard curve of a pectoral, feeling the muscle jump beneath his palm. Naruto's hand dropped from Sasuke's face in the same moment, traveling down the open edge of Sasuke's black shirt until his thumb found the tight peak of a nipple.
He stroked it once, slow, deliberate, and Sasuke whimpered so loudly that the kiss shattered, his entire body folding at the sensation, his black hair falling forward, obscuring his features.
Naruto dragged his mouth down the line of Sasuke's throat and latched on, sucking hard at the pale skin while his thumb continued to circle and press Sasuke's nipple. Sasuke's head tipped back against the wall, eyes half-lidded, until he noticed the doorway a few meters from them, still wide open. Without a word, Sasuke lowered his hand from Naruto's chest and found the pouch strapped to Naruto's thigh, flicked it open, and drew a kunai in one smooth motion.
Naruto froze instantly. The suction on Sasuke's throat stopped. He lifted his head, blue eyes wide with sudden fear that Sasuke was about to change his mind, tell him to stop and end everything. He quickly caught Sasuke's wrist that now was holding the blade.
Sasuke met his gaze, breath still ragged. "The door… it's still open." He explained, his voice barely audible, his cheeks flushed bright pink, his lips wet and swollen from all the kissing.
Naruto turned his head and looked over his shoulder at the doorway. Sasuke did not hesitate. He rose further his hand, making Naruto release his grip, and flicked the kunai with a precise, practiced motion. The blade sank into the wood just beside the latch and the door swung shut with a solid, final thud.
The second it sealed, Sasuke's hands were back on Naruto's face, making him turn and dragging him in again. He kissed him hard, tongue driving deep into Naruto's mouth as if the interruption had never happened.
Rain kept pouring outside, hammering against the high windows of the armory in a percussive roar, each gust of wind pressing like a living force against the glass, the sound swelling to fill every corner of the armory, drowning the world beyond in white noise. Water streamed down the glass in thick, wavering rivulets that caught the low orange glow of the forge and turned it liquid. The air inside had grown humid from their bodies, thick with the scent of rain-soaked stone, metal, and the sharper musk of their arousal.
Naruto broke the kiss and returned to Sasuke's neck, mouth latching onto the same flushed spot he had marked earlier. He sucked hard enough to draw blood to the surface, tongue pressing and circling, while his fingers went again to Sasuke's right nipple, caressing it first and then leaving it, only long enough to pinch it between his thumb and forefinger. The pressure was precise, almost cruel, first a firm squeeze, then a slow roll, then a sharper tug that made the sensitive peak stiffen further under his touch.
Sasuke whimpered harder at the dual assault, the sound high and startled, his body jerking forward. When Naruto tried to ease the torment, merely lightening the pinch without fully releasing, Sasuke's hand tightened ruthlessly in the back of his blonde hair, yanking him closer as another broken moan tore out from his throat.
"You're so sensitive..." Naruto muttered, amazed, against the damp skin of Sasuke's neck. Every touch seemed to strike Sasuke like lightning; the smallest stroke of thumb or scrape of teeth sent visible shudders through him. Naruto felt dizzy, starved, intoxicated by every one of Sasuke's reactions, and he knew he could keep doing all those caresses and small punishments to him all day, and never get tired of it.
And Naruto wondered, with a sudden, dazed intensity, how it would feel to have Sasuke's cock fully in his hand, bare, hot, leaking... he began to imagine, how it would twitch when he finally closed his fingers around it and stroked him the way Sasuke so clearly needed. Sasuke wouldn't be able to deny him. Wouldn't he? He wouldn't be able to reject him, not in that moment, not if Naruto grabbed his cock and stroked it hard enough until he cried. Sasuke wouldn't dare to tell him to stop then, or that he meant nothing or that there never was an *us*. He wouldn't run away again, he wouldn't yell or scream at him again, not with his cock on Naruto's hands. He only would whimper and yield, as he was yielding now, broken, weak, on his hands.
Without a second thought Naruto's hand left the abused nipple and trailed down the pale, trembling plane of Sasuke's belly, fingers spreading slowly over the soft, heated skin, feeling every subtle shiver that ran through Sasuke at the contact. He paused just above the waistband, the tips of his fingers resting against the edge of the fabric, the heat of Sasuke's cock already radiating upward through the cloth.
"Sasuke..." Naruto breathed, low and rough, the name almost a warning, his face still hidden in his neck.
Then Naruto moved lower and settled his palm fully over the hard ridge straining against the front of Sasuke's pants.
Sasuke's reaction was immediate, his entire body jerked as if struck. A sharp, broken "Ah-" tore from his throat, the sound high and almost shocked.
Naruto felt Sasuke's length jump beneath his hand, twitching against the firm pressure of his palm. He began to massage him through the fabric at once, to ease his need. He did slow, deliberate circles at first, then longer strokes that followed the full shape of Sasuke's cock from base to tip. Sasuke's cock was solid and very hard, a fraction smaller than his own yet no less demanding, the shape of it clear even through the cloth, hot, heavy, and already pulsing with a need that matched the frantic beat of Naruto's own. Each pass of his hand drew new sounds from Sasuke: short, punched-out moans that caught in his throat, soft and helpless, as if the friction alone was enough to unravel him. It was intoxicating.
Naruto pressed harder, grinding the heel of his palm against Sasuke's sensitive head, feeling every ridge and every pulse, and Sasuke's hips gave a small, involuntary roll into the touch, openly chasing the pressure.
Naruto kept stroking him like that for long moments, working him over his pants while Sasuke maintained one hand fisted in the back of his hair and the other gripping Naruto's waist for balance. His body gradually folded forward under the weight of the pleasure, his long black hair falling like a curtain over his face as another broken sound left him when Naruto's hand closed around his length and stroked him from base to tip in one long, deliberate pull through the fabric. When Naruto's thumb found the ridge just under the head and rubbed it in a short, focused motion, Sasuke's voice cracked into a low, desperate noise, his shoulders curling further inward. His next moan came higher and more ruined as Naruto squeezed harder at the root and dragged downward again. He could not stay silent.
Naruto slid his tongue along the shell of Sasuke's ear, while his hand kept moving over Sasuke's cock.
Sasuke's mind scattered under the relentless touch and the familiar scent of Naruto's skin, sun-warmed, slightly sweaty, unmistakably his, flooding all his senses until there was nothing left but the overwhelming fact that it was Naruto doing this to him and he could not take his tormenting touch any longer.
"N-Naruto…" Sasuke called him, "-d-don't tease me…" he stuttered, the words rough and strangled, his voice cracking with need.
Naruto's lips curved into a dark smile against his ear, his arousal spiking hard at the broken sound of Sasuke's plea. He understood exactly what Sasuke was asking for. Without stopping the wet path of his tongue along the sensitive curve of Sasuke's ear, Naruto slid his hand beneath the waistband of Sasuke's pants and closed his fingers around the bare, burning skin of Sasuke's cock.
Sasuke reacted instantly, "F-fuck-" he cursed, his eyes fluttering shut as his head tilted back hard against the stone wall, the sudden relief of direct contact making his entire body shudder. Naruto hissed at the raw sound, the wet heat and hardness of Sasuke's cock finally in his palm sending a jolt through his entire body. Naruto left his ear at once, pulling back just enough to watch Sasuke's face. And what he saw made his breath catch: Sasuke was breathing hard and uneven, his lower lip caught between his teeth, clearly containing himself from moaning louder, his eyes were half-lidded and completely dark with nothing else but pure lust. Sasuke stared back at him, his black eyes meeting Naruto's blue orbs as Naruto's hand kept stroking his cock, and the look Sasuke gave him at that moment was the most lascivious thing Naruto had ever seen.
Then Naruto moved his thumb, sweeping it over Sasuke's tip in a slow, exploratory caress.
Sasuke's voice cracked in response, "N-Naruto..." the name dragging out of him like a plea.
Naruto kept moving his thumb, again and again, right over Sasuke's leaking tip. He could not see what he touched, but he felt everything: the soft thatch of pubic hair at the base, his slick wetness, the way Sasuke's cock twitched hard against his palm with every pass of his fingers. Sasuke moaned constantly now, soft broken sounds punched out of him with each deliberate stroke as he shamelessly held his gaze, until Naruto's thumb caught against the sensitive underside of his tip, pressing just right, which made him tilt his head backwards again, closing his eyes, biting his lower lip harder to stop another pitiful sound from escaping.
Naruto buried his face in Sasuke's neck, breathing him in. Sasuke's head dropped forward, as he held himself over Naruto's frame, his long black hair falling forward like a silk curtain, hiding his expression.
He still could not believe he had allowed Naruto to do this to him, see him like this, touch him like this. And he could not believe how insanely good it felt. Sasuke felt like biting, like melting, like purring. And he knew it was wrong. He knew it was. He knew he shouldn't have allowed it. He shouldn't have felt this in the first place, not with Naruto, of all people, not with him. And least of all, he knew he shouldn't have... fucking asked for it... like he had. Like a whore. Just like Naruto had called him. Like an animal in heat. But, what did it matter anymore? It didn't matter anymore. Everything was lost. There will be no revolution, there will be no justice, there will be no meaning for anything. And just in a few hours, everything would be gone.
But at least, in the end, he would have had Naruto only for him, once again.
Wouldn't he?
Only for him.
And Sasuke realized, while Naruto kept stroking him and kissing his ear as if he were made of sugar, that this was perhaps the first, and the last, kindness the universe would ever show him, this single moment of reprieve before the end, the solace of Naruto's arms, one last goodbye, just before everything was swallowed whole.
Sasuke's hand at the back of Naruto's head tightened, his fingers fisting deeper into his soft blond strands, pulling him closer. He liked the feel of that hair against his palm, warm, slightly damp now, and wild, as always. Naruto's quickened breathing ghosted hot against his ear as his tongue kept licking, obscene and relentless. Sasuke dragged Naruto in, harder, as a choked moan escaped him that almost sounded like a sob, not only from the pleasure racing through his body, but from the crushing weight of the thought that, after everything, this was the first and the last time they would be like that with each other... and they will never have this, ever again.
Never again.
So, Sasuke held onto Naruto tighter, pressed harder, and let himself forget, just for this one last moment, that there was no meaning, and there would be no after.
There was only Naruto, and the pain fading away.
And at that moment, feeling Sasuke's desperate need Naruto was feeling closer to him than he had ever had. And only the gods knew how much he had needed it... And if Sasuke needed release, Naruto would give him release. And if Sasuke needed the world, Naruto would give him the world. And it didn't matter all that had been broken between them, because now they were together again, and it didn't matter why had Sasuke returned or what Sasuke would have or wouldn't have done after the war. It didn't matter. All that mattered was that Sasuke needed him, and wanted him, right then, right there, in that moment, and Sasuke was trembling against him, and his cock was hard in his palm, and Sasuke's broken sounds were filling the air like a prayer that Naruto had waited his whole life to hear. And he was everything Naruto had imagined, and more. And he was everything he had dreamt of and more. And Naruto loved him.
He loved him.
And Sasuke was his again. And he had owned Naruto's soul since he was a kid.
And Naruto would do anything for him.
Naruto felt himself slowly drowning in him. Every harsh breath Sasuke took, every desperate pull of his arms around him, every fresh pulse of wetness that slid over Naruto's fingers only dragged him deeper.
"Sasuke…" Naruto breathed against his skin, "...you're so wet right now…"
Those words undid Sasuke completely. Because he knew how ruined he was, how his body was slicking itself for this man, who had enough power to pin him down end him with a single blow, and he knew how much he was aching to be fiercely fucked by him. Sasuke's hands shot up, seized Naruto's face with sudden violence, and dragged him into another crushing kiss while Naruto's hand continued stroking him inside his pants. Sasuke kissed him no longer simply receiving but taking, his mouth opening wide and his tongue driving deep into Naruto's mouth, trying to devour him.
began stroking him hard and fast now, up and down, up and down, the wet heat of Sasuke's cock sliding through his fist with every rapid pull. Sasuke grunted once at the new pace, the sound low and muffled against Naruto's tongue, then, he suddenly tore his mouth away.
The abrupt loss startled Naruto. But before he could speak Sasuke seized his shoulders, spun him hard, and shoved him back against the stone wall. Naruto hissed at the sharp impact of his spine against the unyielding surface, his blue eyes wide with confusion and fear as he looked at Sasuke. "-what...?" he began.
But before he could finish Sasuke sank to his knees in front of him. His heart hammering so wildly inside his chest that he could feel it in his throat, in his temples, in the tips of his fingers.
Naruto stared down at him, confusion written plainly now across his face; "Sasuke… what are you doing?" he asked, his voice strained, his heart pounding inside his ribcage wildly, having Sasuke's face so close to his erection.
Sasuke looked up at him, defiant, almost angered. His black eyes were dark and hard to read, his lips were parted and glistening, his nipples were pink and tight, and the outline of his hard length was clearly visible through the fabric of his pants, achingly trapped inside. His expression then held no softness at all, only a silent, burning intensity that made Naruto, for once, remain silent.
Sasuke. On his knees. In front of him. The image was so impossible, so far beyond anything Naruto had ever even imagined, that for a moment he genuinely thought he was hallucinating.
And then it occurred to Naruto what it could be what Sasuke was about to do.
His blue eyes went wide, understanding washing all over his face, his whole body going rigid with want.
Naruto had never been with anyone before, but he wasn't ignorant, he wasn't uneducated, Jiraiya had made sure of that. Naruto had read about this, had seen the crude illustrations, those explicit scrolls Jiraiya had thrust into his hands with a lecherous grin and a knowing wink, he had pretended not to read them, not to be interested in them, but he had read all of them. He remembered them clearly, there had always been a man and a woman, the woman on her knees, looking up with that same hungry, submissive gaze Sasuke was giving him now, mouth open, ready. That was what this meant. That was what Sasuke was offering.
And the thought of Sasuke, who had never knelt for anyone, never yielded for anyone, who was always so proud and arrogant, and had been so cruel, so violent with him; Sasuke, who had tried to kill him again and again, who had screamed at the top of his lungs that Naruto didn't meant anything to him; kneeling now in front of him, doing that for him, offering him that... made Naruto's entire body burn with a hunger he hadn't even known existed.
And Sasuke saw the exact moment Naruto understood what he was about to do to him.
Sasuke's gaze left Naruto's eyes and began a slow, deliberate descent.
He traced with his eyes the flushed column of Naruto's throat first, the rapid, visible pulse beating just beneath the skin, the way his muscles worked when Naruto swallowed. Then lower, across the broad plane of his chest where his open jacket framed his slightly transparent dark mesh shirt, the thin fabric clinging to the hard rise and fall of muscle, revealing the tanned skin beneath... then further down, the taut ridges of Naruto's abdomen, and the thin trail of darker blond hair that disappeared beneath the waistband of Naruto's pants.
Sasuke spread one hand over the skin of Naruto's belly, feeling the heat, the subtle jump of muscle beneath his palm, and began to trace a slow path downward, feeling the living strength that had once fought him to the edge of death. His other hand settled on Naruto's hip, fingers digging into the sharp bone, holding him in place.
Then his gaze locked on the Konoha headband still hanging at Naruto's hip, tied hastily to a loop belt there.
The metal plate caught the low orange light of the forge and threw it back in a dull, accusing gleam. Sasuke's expression darkened. He was not going to suck him off with that headband there, even if the world was about to end.
That dick belonged to him now.
Only to him.
So, in one sharp, violent motion Sasuke reached for the knot, snapped it with a brutal twist of his fingers, yanked the cloth free and threw the headband away. It flung across the room, gliding against the stone floor with a harsh, metallic shriek, the plate grinding against the rough surface, until it struck the far wall with a sharp, ringing clang. The sound echoed briefly in the humid air, then was swallowed by the relentless drum of rain against the windows.
Sasuke looked up again, his gaze locking instantly onto Naruto's eyes.
Naruto didn't dare to say anything. He swallowed hard.
Then Sasuke reached out and, in one sudden move, he laid his palm over the thick, straining outline of Naruto's cock through the fabric of his pants. Naruto's breath left him instantly, a rough, punched-out grunt that seemed to come from the deepest regions of his very soul. His eyes slammed shut. His head tilted back against the stone wall, his hands flying flat against the surface on either side of him, as if it were the only thing keeping him upright, and then a low, helpless moan spilled from his throat, the sound vibrating through the room.
Sasuke watched him, fascinated, his gaze heavy and hungry, his teeth sinking into his lower lip as he drank in the sight.
Sasuke spread his fingers over the thick bulge, letting the full length settle into his palm. He mapped it with anticipation, his palm sliding over the rigid length up and down, up and down, feeling the intoxicating heat that bled through the fabric, the rigid pulse that answered every small shift of his hand. It was bigger than his own, noticeably so, the girth filling the space between his fingers in a way that made his mouth go dry. Heavy. Solid. So rigidly hard that he was sure it must be hurting Naruto by that point.
Sasuke kept moving his hand, transfixed by the way Naruto's face tightened with raw pleasure, by the way his golden hair was sticking to his temples with sweat, by the way his mouth fell open, by the way his hips began to grind, shamelessly, into the pressure of his hand. And Sasuke began to wonder, how it would feel, that thick, big cock, forcing its way inside him, stretching him wide, thrusting deep enough into him until he could not think of anything else. He wondered if it would even fit and how much he would need to force himself open just to take it... if he would be able take it at all, or if it would simply hurt too much… and that last possibility sent a sharp, aching pulse through his own cock so strong his breath stuttered in his throat.
Without looking away from Naruto's face, Sasuke shoved his mesh shirt higher with his free hand, exposing the tanned skin of Naruto's lower belly, the hard, ridged planes of his abdomen, and the intricate black seal of the Nine-Tails that sprawled across his skin like a warning.
Sasuke lowered his gaze, following the hard ridges of muscle down to the intricate black seal. He leaned in, letting his breath brush faintly across the heated skin, and pressed his face there without warning. Sasuke inhaled deeply, audibly, closing his eyes for a moment, taking in the warm, salty scent of Naruto's body and the heavier musk of his arousal rising from below. Then, he dragged the flat of his tongue across the Kyūbi seal.
Naruto's response was immediate; "Fuck, S-Sasuke-", his voice cracked, raw and startled, almost pleading.
The sound went straight through Sasuke like a current. Heat flooded his face. His own cock throbbed so hard inside his pants that the pressure became finally painful.
Naruto looked down and observed him; Sasuke had his eyes shut, his pink tongue moving repeatedly across the Nine-Tails's seal, his long black hair spilling over one shoulder as he tilted his head, feasting on Naruto with the eagerness of a cat savoring cream.
And all Sasuke needed was to take Naruto apart, the way Naruto had always tried to take him apart on the battlefield, completely, without mercy, without the option of retreating. Needed to put his mouth on him, to feel that thick cock stretch his lips, to swallow every drop of him until Naruto had nothing left that did not belong to him. And he needed it like air in his lungs, like a drug in his veins, as if his life depended on it.
Sasuke stopped licking abruptly and reached for the fastening of Naruto's pants in a sudden rush. But his fingers trembled against the fabric, the slight shake making the simple task feel suddenly difficult. His hands, usually so precise, so controlled, fumbled with the fabric, clumsy in a way he hadn't expected, making him feel embarrassed.
Naruto watched him, his blue eyes unfocused, heavy-lidded with lust, and he understood. Sasuke was nervous too. He was so nervous that he wasn't even managing to open his pants. Naruto reached down and caressed Sasuke's black hair, as if to soothe him, making him stop fumbling over his pants with the gesture, then he closed his hand around Sasuke's wrist, gently, and guided it away. After that he reached down and opened his pants himself, working open the two buttons there and sliding down the zipper, a deep flush overtaking his features- Naruto pushed the fabric open just enough to free what strained beneath.
The sight hit Sasuke like a physical blow.
Naruto's cock sprang free, thick, heavy, flushed a deep, angry red from base to tip. It was longer than Sasuke's own, thicker at the base where the shaft met the body, the skin stretched taut over prominent veins that pulsed visibly with every heartbeat. The head was broad and slick, already glistening with a clear bead of precome that welled at the slit and began to slide slowly down the underside. The scent of him rose stronger now, concentrated and musky and sharply male, filling the small space between them.
Sasuke almost moaned at the sight. He didn't even know if it was going to fit... His own cock jerked hard inside his pants, leaking enough that the fabric clung uncomfortably. Without thinking, he pressed the heel of one hand against himself, rubbing slowly over the soaked cloth, while his other hand reached out and wrapped around Naruto's length.
Naruto's moan was immediate and wild, torn from deep in his chest, almost a shout. His hips jerked forward, hard, into the touch, forcing more of that thick shaft through Sasuke's fist.
Sasuke held him, feeling every pulse, every subtle twitch, the way the heavy length seemed to grow even harder under his fingers, and he began jerking him. His fist closed firmly around the thick shaft and started a steady rhythm, dragging the tight ring of his fingers from base to tip and back down again, twisting slightly on the upstroke so the wet head dragged against his palm with every pass. It was so big and perfect...
Naruto's head fell back, his eyes fluttering shut again, his heart pounding wildly inside his ribcage. His breathing turned quick and uneven, broken by low, constant, groans.
And those raw, filthy sounds began to consume Sasuke completely. He leaned in closer, close enough that his breath ghosted over the wet tip in warm, uneven puffs as he kept jerking him. Then, slowly, almost reverently, he tilted his head to the side, closed his eyes, and dragged the flat of his tongue across the broad head in one long, wet, deliberate stroke.
Naruto's entire body reacted as if struck by lightning.
His hips jerked. A broken, high sound tore from his throat. His hand shot down to tangle in Sasuke's black hair, not quite pulling, just holding on as if he needed the anchor, his eyes still flushed shut.
"Fuck-S-Sasuke, your f-fucking tongue…" Naruto exclaimed, the words tearing out of him.
And Sasuke found himself leaning into the touch of Naruto's hand against his head, grounding him even as he felt his own heart falling apart. Sasuke worked him relentlessly, his fingers closed tightly around Naruto's cock, stroking it from the solid base all the way to the slick, darkened head, interrupting the strokes only to lick slowly over the swollen tip, making Naruto jolt with each caress of his tongue. He twisted every upstroke slightly and in every downstroke he squeezed just firmly enough to make the heavy shaft pulse harder inside his grip. Sasuke varied the pressure, firmer at the base, lighter and more teasing near the head, so that Naruto never quite knew what the next stroke would bring. Clear fluid kept beading at the slit and sliding down the underside of Naruto's length, in a thin, glistening trail that wet Sasuke's fingers and made the slide easier.
Sasuke leaned in and dragged the flat of his tongue again, this time along a prominent vein that ran the length of the underside in one continuous, unhurried stroke. The taste that flooded his mouth was sharp and clean and intensely male, salt and skin and the darker, muskier note of arousal concentrated at the tip. Then Sasuke did that again. And again. Letting the broad head rest against his lower lip for a heartbeat before licking across the slit itself, gathering the fresh bead of fluid that welled there and spreading it with the tip of his tongue in small, deliberate circles.
Naruto was losing his mind. His body reacted as if every nerve in him had been set alight. He began thrashing against the wall, low grunts tearing from his throat as strained curses spilled out of him; "Ah… F-fuck… Fuck..."
Naruto's fingers remained tangled in Sasuke's hair, gripping the dark strands more firmly with every passing second. His hips kept jerking forward, following the rhythm Sasuke settled, the powerful muscles of his thighs tightening and releasing in helpless spasms as he thrashed under the dual assault of Sasuke's hand and mouth. His head slammed back further against the wall; his blond hair stuck to the rough surface as raw noises kept escaping him. Sasuke's tongue, the warmth of his mouth, the knowing strokes of his hand, no sensation in his life had ever come close to it.
Sasuke kept the rhythm of his fist unbroken even while he licked. He watched the way the thick shaft darkened further under his touch, the way the veins stood out more sharply, the way the heavy length seemed to swell even larger in his palm with every passing instant. The taste of Naruto was addictive, sweat at the base, sharper at the tip, and he could almost swear he felt the faint metallic edge of Naruto's chakra on his skin. Sasuke chased it, tongue sliding in long, wet stripes up the shaft, then circling the crown, then dipping briefly into the slit until Naruto's thighs trembled violently on either side of his shoulders.
After a particularly deep, twisting stroke that made Naruto's entire body shudder, Sasuke lifted his eyes without releasing the cock in his hand. He looked up the length of Naruto's body, past his ridged abdomen marked by the dark seal, past his heaving chest, past the flushed column of his throat, until their gazes met. Naruto's face was contorted in pleasure: his clear blue eyes were unmistakably tainted with lust, mouth open, brows drawn tight as if the sensation were almost too much to bear. A deep flush painted his cheekbones where his cute whisker marks lay, and the tips of his ears. Sweat gleamed at his temples. His breathing came in short, desperate pulls, each one accompanied by a low, continuous stream of broken sounds that seemed to rise from the very center of him. And nothing could have pleased Sasuke more than the way Naruto looked right then, entirely at his disposal, completely focused on him, clearly enjoying everything he was doing to him, utterly undone, unmistakably ruined, for him.
And staring at Sasuke's black, beautiful, sinful eyes, Naruto could almost swear he was feeling his very soul leaving his body.
Sasuke tightened his grip just slightly and gave three firm, deliberate strokes while he continued watching him, drinking in every twitch of Naruto's expression, every helpless roll of his hips, every fresh pulse of wetness that slid over his fingers. The evidence of Naruto's excitement was undeniable. Sasuke catalogued every detail with hungry precision, then lowered his mouth again and took the broad head between his lips, sucking lightly while his hand continued its relentless work at the base.
"Oh-Oh god..." Naruto moaned, his voice rising higher than before, his eyes squeezing shut. He couldn't stay quiet, he couldn't stay still, he couldn't even understand what Sasuke was doing to him, all his being was on fire.
Sasuke released his tip with one final soothing lick and kept jerking his length, quickening the rhythm, staring, transfixed, at Naruto's expression of need.
It was obvious Naruto wasn't straight, he was too hard, he was enjoying too much. Independently of whatever had possessed the two of them, against all reason and against all odds, to do what they were doing now, it was obvious Naruto liked men. Sasuke hadn't known that. He had thought he knew everything about him, every tell, every hidden thing, but he hadn't known that. He had never imagined this, never even considered it. Naruto had never said anything, never had given any sign, always acting like the oblivious fool... he had never said anything to him... Naruto had always talked about women, he had always chased Sakura... Sasuke had always assumed... he had always thought...
"Since when do you like men?" Sasuke asked, his voice low, almost casual, his gaze darkening, the question escaping him before he could give it a second thought.
Naruto opened his eyes to meet his gaze, his mouth parted, his lips glistening, his chest rising and falling in a frantic rhythm as he kept his fingers tangled in Sasuke's hair.
"Since always, probably… I d-didn't know…" Naruto answered, helplessly, as Sasuke kept jerking him, "I didn't realize until…ah- a few months… f-fuck… oh god..." his answer came in fragments, each word catching and dying against the rhythmic pull of Sasuke's hand around him
Sasuke stilled his hand for a moment, letting Naruto feel the absence, the ache, before he leaned in and dragged his tongue in one long, deliberate stripe up the underside of his cock, slow enough to make Naruto's breath catch in a broken, high-pitched sound. Then Sasuke spoke again, his breath ghosting over the wet head: "Have you been with a man before?"
Naruto shook his head, his eyes squeezing shut for a moment before forcing them open again, unable to look away from Sasuke's dark, predatory gaze. "No..." The word came out strangled, broken by the firm stroke of Sasuke's hand still working the base of his cock.
"Have you thought about it?" Sasuke asked, his voice dropping lower, his thumb brushing over the slick, sensitive slit in a slow, almost cruel caress.
Naruto's voice cracked completely. "Y-yes…"
Sasuke's hand stilled again. Then, he leaned in closer, his lips brushing against the tip of Naruto's cock as he spoke, his breath ghosting over the wet, aching head, low and rough, almost a growl. "With me?"
Naruto's answer was barely more than a broken moan, his free hand flying to his lips to muffle a shattered sound. "Y-yes… fuck… yes…" he admitted.
And Sasuke's mouth instantly curved into a dark, satisfied smirk before he parted his lips and licked the broad head in one lazy stroke, as if rewarding Naruto for his honesty.
Naruto could feel his face burning, his whole body burning, he couldn't lie to him, he couldn't hide it, not when Sasuke was dragging so eagerly his tongue all over his cock. Not when Naruto knew he would burn the world down for that impossible boy kneeling in front of him.
Sasuke kept working him without mercy.
He kept dragging the tight circle of his fingers from the thick base all the way up the veined shaft to the swollen head and back down again, the wet slide growing filthier with every pass as more clear fluid kept spilling from him. At the same time his tongue returned again and again to the underside, dragging long, deliberate stripes from root to tip, lingering at the sensitive ridge beneath the head before circling back down. He licked slower on some strokes, firmer on others, varying the pressure just enough to keep Naruto's body reacting in constant, helpless waves.
Naruto's moans grew louder, more continuous, pouring out of him in broken fragments. "Oh-fuck... S-Sasuke... ah."
Sasuke focused on the tip again. He dragged the flat of his tongue over the slit, pressing just enough to push against the small opening and gather the fresh bead of fluid that welled there, then licked it away in a long stroke that made Naruto's entire body jolt.
Naruto's eyes squeezed shut. His free hand flew up into his own blond hair, fingers twisting hard in the strands and pulling as if the sharp sting might anchor him against the overwhelming sensation.
"Fuck, Sasuke..." The curse tore out of him high and strained. For several long seconds he stayed like that, head thrown back, hand fisted in his own hair, completely lost in the dual assault of tongue and fist.
When he finally forced his eyes open and looked down, the sight nearly wrecked him.
Sasuke on his knees between his legs, one hand wrapped firmly around Naruto's cock, tongue working the head with focused hunger, his dark brows furrowed, while his other hand had slipped between his own thighs and was rubbing himself hard through the black fabric of his pants. Sasuke was stroking himself in the same rhythm he was using on Naruto, hips shifting slightly into his own touch. His breathing had grown audible, short, harsh, shaky, each exhale warm against the wet skin of Naruto's cock. Sasuke was getting off on licking his dick...
Naruto's hand left his own hair and settled in Sasuke's long black strands instead, fingers stroking through them even as his hips trembled, both palms now cradling Sasuke's head in a loving gesture.
"And you?" Naruto asked, his voice lowered, rough and uneven. He wanted to know. He wanted to know everything about Sasuke, and his life, and what he liked and what he felt. Until a few hours ago he hadn't known anything about this side of him, and now he wanted to know everything about it. "Since... when do you like guys…?" Naruto asked him.
But Sasuke did not answer.
Instead, he opened his mouth wider and took Naruto's cock in one smooth, deliberate motion, sinking down until the thick head pressed against the back of his throat and his nose brushed the soft hair at the base.
Naruto lost every remaining scrap of control. A primal, wounded sound tore out of him, carrying the complete weight of every whispered prayer he'd ever thrown into the dark, all those years chasing Sasuke, fighting him, longing for him. And in that broken cry Naruto felt something inside him crack open like a vessel, spilling light into all those places inside himself that had only ever known the hollow echo of pain, as if every lonely step that had carried him through the darkness of losing Sasuke had been fated to lead him here, to this exact moment, where, in the end, he had finally been able to be with the one and only who had ever truly stolen his heart.
Naruto's hands clenched hard in Sasuke's hair. The wet heat, the sweetest feel of those lips and tongue, the impossible reality of Sasuke's mouth stretched around him crashed through him all at once. Naruto stayed frozen for a moment, trembling violently, his lips parted, his eyes fluttering shut again.
And then, Sasuke began to move.
He drew back slowly at first, lips sealed tight around Naruto's cock, until only the broad head remained between them. Then Sasuke sank down again, deeper this time, as he tried to relax his throat to allow the full length slide deeper, his nose brushing the soft blond hair at the base once more. Sasuke held there for a heartbeat, breathing carefully through his nose, eyes half-lidded, long black lashes trembling against his flushed cheeks. Then he rose again, the wet slide of his lips echoing in the armory, and began to bob his head in a steady, unbroken rhythm, up almost to the tip, then down until his throat stretched around the thickest part of the shaft, over and over again, up and down, up and down. Spit and precome slicked quickly down Sasuke's chin and the corners of his mouth. He kept one hand at Naruto's hip, to control how deep he went, and the other pressed hard between his own legs, rubbing himself through the fabric in the same tempo as the rise and fall of his head over Naruto's cock.
Naruto's fingers remained onto Sasuke's dark hair, pulling harder and harder with each passing second. Naruto moaned, cursed and grunted continuously now, "Oh... fuck- Sasuke... oh god-" each sound rising higher as Sasuke took him deeper.
The wet heat, the tight pull of those lips, the way Sasuke's throat worked around him became too much to stay contained. Naruto began to rock his hips forward in short, rough thrusts, fucking Sasuke's mouth openly now. Sasuke did not pull away. He adjusted the angle of his neck, focused on keeping his throat as relaxed as possible, and let Naruto thrust into him while he continued to bob his head in counterpoint, taking every push. Sasuke felt his eyes watering slightly at the corners, felt his own cock aching harder inside his pants, utterly delighted by this new rough treatment Naruto was giving him. And in a few minutes, it was Naruto who was setting the pace and not Sasuke anymore.
Sasuke knelt still, mouth open wide, rubbing himself shamelessly as he moaned, the sounds muffled by Naruto's length deep in his throat.
Naruto watched him through half-lidded eyes, chest heaving, his expression dark with pure, devastated lust as he gripped Sasuke's head between his palms, fingers clutching the dark strands as he fucked his mouth to the rhythm he wanted. Sasuke on his knees, gaze lowered, mouth full of him, his dark hair whipping with each brutal push, letting him fuck his mouth, his hand working his own cock as he moaned around Naruto's length, right in front of him to see...
Sasuke was clearly enjoying himself, and Naruto could tell, by the way Sasuke moaned, by the way his hand moved faster and faster against himself, that he craved being used like this.
He had a desire to be used, to be handled, to yield, Naruto could see it clearly, and he loved him even more for it.
Naruto's thrusts grew rougher, he kept grunting with every push, low and continuous, the sounds rising from deep in his chest as his hips snapped forward more fiercely, fucking into Sasuke's willing throat with unveiled, desperate need. He maintained one hand fisted in his long raven hair, pulling just enough to tilt Sasuke's head the way he wanted it; the other sliding down to occasionally cup Sasuke's cheek, thumb brushing the flushed skin even as he used the grip in his hair to guide the rhythm.
The dual touch, violent and tender at once, sent visible shivers through Sasuke's body, his muffled moans growing louder, his hips grinding against his own hand as he surrendered completely to the way Naruto took him, reduced to nothing but a mouth for him to fuck.
The wet sounds of their intimacy filled the armory, obscene, rhythmic, mixed with the distant roar of the storm outside.
Naruto was so close by that point that every thrust felt like it might be the last. His cock kept throbbing heavily against Sasuke's tongue, exiting his mouth just to enter again, the head dragging along the soft palate before sliding deeper into the tight heat of Sasuke's throat over and over again.
Sasuke took it, keeping his throat as relaxed as he could, his mouth open, even pushing forward to meet the harder thrusts, lost in the sensation of finally being filled, of feeling Naruto's pleasure and knowing he was the one giving it to him.
Then one particularly deep thrust made Sasuke choke hard.
He pulled off abruptly with a wet, retching gasp, coughing hard enough that his shoulders shook and a tear quickly streamed down his pale cheek. Sasuke quickly bough one hand to his mouth, trying to pull himself back together.
Naruto panicked instantly, the haze of pleasure shredding into raw terror. "Fuck- sorry, are you okay?" he blurted out, reaching down to grasp Sasuke's shoulders with trembling hands. "Fuck I'm sorry. Are you okay, Sas-?"
But before he could continue, Sasuke cut him off.
"I'm fine," he managed, rough and scraped, still coughing into his palm, his chest heaving. He raised his other hand and jerked away Naruto's concerned grip with a sharp stopping gesture that brooked no argument.
Sasuke averted his face, coughing into his shoulder. Naruto's expression crumpled with worry. He felt like an idiot, a reckless, overeager child who had broken something precious through sheer lack of care, and the thought that he had hurt Sasuke, had made him choke and turn away, specially like that, settled in his chest like a stone, cold and sharp with the bitter realization that he should have been gentler, should have held himself back, should have treated this fragile, impossible thing between them like the rare gift it was.
After a few seconds Sasuke finished coughing, then he wiped the back of his hand roughly across his mouth, and grabbed Naruto's cock again without hesitation, his dark eyes flashing upward, hungry and almost menacing. Their gazes locked for a moment, blue and obsidian colliding, Naruto stared at him, hesitant for a second, until Sasuke guided the thick, wet head of Naruto's length back between his lips.
This time, Sasuke planted both hands firmly on Naruto's hips, pinning him hard against the cold stone wall so he could not thrust. Then he sank down slowly, taking Naruto deep and staying there, throat working around the intrusion in a controlled swallow while he held Naruto's hips in place.
Naruto's hands flew to Sasuke's hair once again, fingers twisting gently now in the dark strands as he called his name like a prayer, "Sa-suke..."
Sasuke began to bob his head, up and down, up and down. Naruto moaned, tilting his head backwards against the stone wall behind him, wrecked inside Sasuke's mouth. "Oh- S-Sasuke... ah" Naruto couldn't barely hold himself together anymore.
And the sound of his name, spoken that way, made something tighten in Sasuke's chest. He could feel how close Naruto was: the heavy pulse against his tongue, the way the thick shaft jerked and leaked steadily, the fine tremor running through the powerful body above him. When the sounds grew higher and more broken, Sasuke pulled off, lips shiny and swollen, chin wet, and looked up with an expression of pure unholy desire.
"Cum in my mouth." Sasuke commanded.
Naruto stared down at him, meeting his gaze, his deep-sea eyes glazed, chest rising and falling in frantic pulls. "…are you sure?" He asked. He wanted to, he wanted to with all his being, but he was terrified to do too much again, to overstep a line, to make Sasuke change his mind.
"Do it." Sasuke's voice was low, ragged, almost shaking with the force of the demand. He wrapped his fist around the base of Naruto's cock and stroked him in a firm, deliberate pull while he spoke, without looking away. "I want... you to cum in my mouth, Naruto."
And those mere words undid Naruto completely.
A sudden, frantic rush surged through him, heat coiling tight at the base of his spine and then exploding outward with no warning. He had no chance to pull back or warn Sasuke. The orgasm hit him like a detonation, violent and uncontrolled, ripping through every muscle of his being at once.
Naruto spilled a thick pulse of cum across Sasuke's cheek, hot and heavy, nearly catching the corner of his eye, a few drops landing in his open mouth. Sasuke flinched slightly, caught off guard. The second pulse streaked white across Sasuke's black hair and the sharp line of his jaw. Sasuke lunged forward at once, taking the still-spurting cock back between his lips and sucking hard, swallowing greedily. Naruto's hips jerked helplessly against the hands that still pinned him to the wall, his voice breaking into a deep, loud, broken cry as he kept cumming.
Naruto emptied himself into Sasuke's willing mouth, trembling so hard his knees threatened to give, one hand still buried in Sasuke's hair, fingers pulling harshly the raven strands, the other braced against the cold stone behind him as if it were the only thing keeping him upright. Pulse after pulse spilled across Sasuke's tongue; and he swallowed every drop, his throat working steadily, until the last shudders finally eased and Naruto was shaking, spent, and utterly undone.
When it was over, Naruto panted heavily, trying to regain his breath. Sasuke stayed where he was for a long moment, lips still sealed around him, tasting his salt, his heat and the unmistakable essence of the only person who had ever been able to reach him. And right then, in that secluded oasis hidden from the rest of the world, Sasuke instantly knew, with every fiber of his being, that he had done it, that after all, even if it had been only at the end, something of what had been lost wasn't lost anymore; Naruto was truly, completely and entirely his again. Even more than before.
And it felt amazing.
And with Naruto's dick still inside his mouth, and his release sliding down his throat, spilling at the corner of his lips and staining his hair and his face, Sasuke could no longer deny to himself how much he had longed to be with him again, and more than that, have him that way. And he didn't know anymore what to feel or what to think about that, but it didn't matter. It didn't matter. Because, against all reason, nothing had felt more right in his entire life than having this with Naruto.
But joy was the counterpart of sadness, like the opposite sides of a coin, the currency of suffering.
And Sasuke felt an unfathomable sadness quickly rise inside him, because soon, very soon, everything would end, and regardless of what he had endured, regardless of the long and harsh path he had walked, regardless of his shattered dreams that would never become true, it would also mean that there would never be another chance to have this with Naruto.
Ever again.
And that quickly tainted his bliss like a dark cloud hiding the soothing light of the sun.