Sasuke slowly released Naruto, letting the softening length slip from his lips with a quiet, wet sound. Then he glanced up, as if searching, or asking for something, into Naruto's gaze. And the instant his eyes locked into those beautiful, bright, ocean eyes, despite all his arousal, Sasuke feared he might cry again.
Because he was doomed. He had been since the day he was born. Didn't he? Because nothing good seemed to be able to stay in his hands without slipping away.
Because there was no future. Because what awaited Naruto and him was annihilation.
And all this caresses, and all this kisses, and words, and sounds, and sensations will be lost, like tears in the rain.
Naruto softened the grip he had on Sasuke's hair, his hand loosening of its own accord, his palms flattening against the back of Sasuke's head and at his side, drifting slightly in a slow, instinctive caress. His heart was gradually slowing to a normal rhythm, as he regained his breath. And he felt complete in a way he had never even known was possible, as if every piece of himself that had ever been broken or damaged had never been broken or damaged in the first place. Full of love, and joy, and wonder. As if, with Sasuke, there could not be any shadows, any darkness, even in the darkest places, but only light, only this heaven on earth between the two of them.
But then Naruto sensed something off in Sasuke's gaze, although he could not identify what it was. He frowned slightly, confusion flickering across his face, and he searched his gaze, as if he could be able to find some answer in those sharp, beautiful eyes of his. He lifted one hand from Sasuke's hair and brushed his thumb across Sasuke's cheek, wiping away the thick stripe of his own release gently, a faint blush creeping across his face as guilt flickered through him for having been so rough with Sasuke just moments before.
"Are you okay?" Naruto asked, his voice rough from moaning but lowered now, almost a whisper.
Sasuke's answer came barely audible, his face still cradled in Naruto's palm, leaning into the touch "Yes." He answered, holding his gaze. Then, after a heartbeat, he abruptly asked; "Did you like it?" As soon as the words left him, Sasuke looked away, not entirely sure what had possessed him to ask or why did he felt like he needed to hear it so badly.
Naruto felt something catch in his chest. Sasuke was asking for his approval. He was asking if he had satisfied him... as if doubting himself... as if wishing he did.... And Naruto felt a rush of tenderness flood through him, so fierce it almost hurt. "Yes." Naruto answered immediately, his voice thick with emotion as his grip on Sasuke's cheek tightened.
Sasuke, still kneeling before him, looked up again.
"Yes," Naruto repeated, reassuring him, "Of course I liked it. It felt amazing."
Sasuke held his gaze, startled, and strangely nervous at the vehement praise Naruto had just given him, but before he could think, do or say anything else, Naruto crouched down and kissed him.
Naruto cupped Sasuke's face in both hands the moment their mouths met, palms warm and steady against the sharp lines of his cheeks, thumbs resting just beneath the high bones as if he needed to hold him there.
The contact caught Sasuke slightly off guard, as Naruto's praise was burning in his ears, making him feel slightly embarrassed, for having asked and having got that open response as well, and he let himself forget everything else. Heat climbed the back of his neck. And for a fraction of a second his body tensed, as if some instinct still wanted to pull away and retreat but his hands moved before his mind could stop them. One rose to rest against Naruto's forearm, fingers curling lightly around the solid muscle there. The other slid into the blond hair at the back of Naruto's head, tangling onto the messy strands and pulling him closer.
Naruto kissed Sasuke's lower lip in rushed, deliberate presses, wet, and open mouthed, as if to soothe any worry Sasuke might have had. Then Naruto caught the soft flesh between his own lips and tugged gently, stretching it for a heartbeat before releasing it again. Naruto did that once, twice, three times, each small pull more intentional than the last. Sasuke's breath hitched against his mouth. He responded in kind, leaning forward to catch Naruto's upper lip between his own, mirroring the motion with a slower, more exploratory pressure.
Then Naruto's tongue slid into his mouth.
It was not tentative. The moment the wet heat of it pushed past Sasuke's lips, Naruto began a quick, insisting rocking motion, sliding forward, tasting himself in his mouth, withdrawing slightly, then pressing deeper again in a rhythmic undulation. Sasuke felt his own cock twitch hard inside his pants again, still aching and neglected from earlier, the fabric too tight against his renewed throb of arousal. A soft, involuntary sound escaped him into the kiss.
Naruto broke the contact for only a second.
Their faces remained close, barely an inch of space between them. Sasuke's eyes opened, dazed, and fixed on the glistening curve of Naruto's mouth. He could still taste him, salt and heat and the lingering evidence of what he had just swallowed.
Naruto's breath brushed against his lips as he murmured, low and rough: "Your mouth is so good."
Before Sasuke could process the words, Naruto's tongue was back inside him, thrusting deeper this time, more demanding. Sasuke's eyes fluttered shut at once. The kiss turned frantic almost immediately, wetter, harder, less controlled. Their teeth clicked together, their breath mingled in harsh, ragged gasps, and the wet, obscene sounds of their mouths filled the room, drowning out the growling of the downpour outside. Their tongues slid against each other with open hunger as Naruto's hands tightened on his face, thumbs stroking along his cheekbones. Sasuke's fingers clenched in the blond hair, and the armory around them seemed to disappear. There was only the heat of Naruto's mouth, the solid press of his body, the quiet wet sounds of the kiss, and the dizzying knowledge that Naruto desired him that way, now, they were together.
It was at that instant that Sasuke realized, with a terrifying, perfect clarity, that he would let Naruto do anything to him in this moment, anything at all, as long as he never stopped kissing him like this.
They kept kissing, the frantic rhythm unbroken, Sasuke receiving desperately Naruto's tongue and Naruto pouring everything he had onto the kiss. As their mouths moved together, Naruto's mind raced. The image of Sasuke crying earlier rose unbidden into his mind, he had looked so broken... so lost... so many tears streaming down his beautiful face... and the way he had looked up at him just now, right after he had sucked him off, kneeling before him, so vulnerable... asking him if he had liked it, in that small voice... as if Sasuke genuinely didn't know, as if he needed to hear Naruto's approval to be able to stand this new, impossible, strange thing between them... The softness in Sasuke's expression had been so fragile, so unguarded... As if looking for him, as if waiting for him to tell him what to do, what to feel, how to keep going...
Sasuke, who had always been so harsh with him, even when he still was in Konoha, and after that, always so cruel and distant with him, so violent and fierce with him and everyone around him...
Now Naruto could see, now, he understood him better. He always thought he had known what was inside Sasuke's heart, he always thought he knew everything about him, better than anyone else. But he had not, it was now that Naruto knew there had been, all along, a fragile, wounded side of him that no one else knew about, that Sasuke had kept hidden, and that was bigger and more profound than Naruto could have ever imagined. But now he knew, now, he could see it, he could feel it. Naruto had always known Sasuke carried an immense pain inside his heart, more than anyone else he had ever known, and he had always known that pain was the source of Sasuke's darkness, a lifetime of suffering, of loss, of carrying the weight of his family's murder alone, but now Naruto felt like he had finally been allowed to see the full extent of it.
And it broke his own heart into a thousand pieces.
And Naruto hated it. He hated the unfairness of it, the cruelty of a world that had taken everything from Sasuke and left him with nothing but grief and rage. And he would not leave him alone with that pain, now less than ever. And he wanted to give Sasuke something good. He wanted to make him feel loved, to make him feel safe, to pour every ounce of tenderness he had into him until maybe Sasuke forgot, even for a moment, how much he had been hurt. Because Sasuke deserved to be loved, and he didn't deserve anything that had happened to him, and Naruto knew, he just knew, Sasuke didn't need just a normal love, he needed a tenderness so vast and so devoted that could cradle his wounded heart without any reservation. Sasuke needed more than anyone else, and Naruto was willing, now more than ever, to give him everything.
Everything his broken heart could need.
And he didn't know how far Sasuke would let him go, and Naruto had never been like this with anyone, let alone a man, and he didn't fully know how to do this, didn't know if he would be any good at it, and a part of him was afraid. Afraid of doing it wrong, of not being enough, of hurting Sasuke instead of pleasuring him. But he couldn't help to imagine his fingers inside Sasuke, like he knew it could be done with a woman, he couldn't stop himself from wondering the way Sasuke's body might open up, the sounds he would make, the expression on his face... Would he like that? Would he want that? Would he let him do that? He wondered if Sasuke had let that stranger do those things to him, if they had gone that far, if he had let that man touch him that way, and the thought made his chest twist with jealousy, but he pushed it down. He shouldn't care about that anymore. It didn't matter. All that mattered was Sasuke, right now, in this moment. All that mattered was showing him, in every way he could, that he was loved, that he wasn't alone, that he would never leave him alone. And Naruto wanted to give him everything.
Everything he had.
Naruto's hands slid from Sasuke's face down to his shoulders, then he pushed him away gently, breaking the seal of their mouths. Their faces remained only inches apart, breath mingling hot and uneven between them. Then Naruto moved to the shell of Sasuke's ear, his breath brushing the tender flesh as he spoke, his voice low and strained from the prolonged kiss.
"Lay down," He said, then after a heartbeat he added; "... on the floor..."
Sasuke's heart gave a single hard pound against his ribs at those words, understanding. He did not speak. He did not move, as if struck by a current of electricity. But he did not refuse. The command itself seemed to sink straight into his blood. He could not refuse it. He could not deny it. He could not. He could only obey. He needed it. He wanted it. He needed Naruto to take the pain away.
Naruto kissed him again, tongue sliding back into Sasuke's mouth. At the same time, his hands pressed faintly against Sasuke's shoulders, guiding him backward. Sasuke allowed it. His hands left Naruto's hair and forearm, moving down to brace himself against the cold stone floor as he began to lean back, letting himself be pushed down. The movement was slow, almost cautious. Naruto followed him down without breaking the kiss, crawling over him, knees shifting for balance. Sasuke opened his legs, creating space between his flexed knees so Naruto could settle between them. The careful retreat continued until Sasuke's back met the stone with a soft sound and the kiss broke with the final shift of weight.
Sasuke's eyes opened.
Naruto was staring down at him from above. His blue eyes had gone dark in a way Sasuke had only ever glimpsed, on some rare occasions, on the battlefield, menacing and alluring, with an undeniable promise of wilderness coiling behind them. Something cold and electric slid down Sasuke's spine. He felt frightened by that gaze, he always had, but that only aroused him even more, his cock throbbing hard inside his still-closed pants. And he felt, with every fiber of his being, that gaze alone could break him entirely, and a part of him still feared it, and another part of him wanted it more than anything else.
Naruto straightened above him. Then, in one harsh, efficient motion he pulled off his open jacket and the dark mesh shirt beneath it, tossing both aside onto the floor without care. The sudden reveal of his body, broad shoulders, defined chest, the hard ridges of his abdomen marked by the black Nine-Tails seal, made Sasuke's breathing quicken visibly. Without thinking, Sasuke rose just enough to shrug out of his own shirt, mimicking Naruto's task. The movement was careful, delicate; his long black hair shifting and spilling heavily over one shoulder as the fabric slid down his arms. He left the shirt spread beneath his back, a barrier between his bare skin and the cold stone floor.
Outside, the rain kept striking against the windows in a percussive rush. A flash of lightning illuminated the room for a split second, revealing Sasuke's flushed cheeks for an instant, just before a deep, rolling groan of thunder echoed through the room.
Naruto was on him again at once. He planted one hand on the stone floor beside Sasuke's head, caging him in, while his other hand grabbed Sasuke's face, tilting it up, and kissed him hard, his heart beating wildly inside his ribcage. He had noticed right away the position Sasuke had taken, legs open, knees drawn up, his whole body clearly offered on the floor beneath him, silent and compliant, waiting... Sasuke knew what he was going to do, didn't he? And that only made Naruto's desire coil tighter and tighter through all his being.
Naruto could barely believe it was really happening. He could barely believe Sasuke wanted it.
Sasuke answered Naruto's kiss with equal frenzy, his tongue rising to meet his, his own nervousness climbing higher and higher with every second the kiss lasted. He didn't know why he suddenly felt so anxious, so... unsure, it wouldn't be the first time he did something like that, he already knew how it felt, and yet... His hands moved to Naruto's back, mapping the tensed muscles that held the heavier body above him without crushing him. Naruto's skin was so hot... coated if a thin layer of sweat, every ridge of muscle shifting under his palms as Naruto braced himself.
Naruto shifted, lowering himself onto one elbow, his chest pressing flush against Sasuke's as he settled his weight. His other hand left Sasuke's face and trailed slowly downward, fingertips dragging across the flushed skin of Sasuke's throat, over his collarbone, down the center of his chest, across the flat plane of his stomach, until it reached the hard ridge straining against the front of his pants. Naruto's fingers curved around the thick outline through the fabric, and then, without warning, he squeezed firmly, a possessive, claiming grip that made Sasuke's breath hitch against his mouth.
Naruto broke the kiss with a sudden, harsh pull staring down into Sasuke's eyes for a long second while he squeezed him, blue meeting black. Then he rose and sat between Sasuke's legs, his tanned hands going to the fastenings of Sasuke's pants. He opened them quickly and moved lower to pull off Sasuke's boots one after the other. Sasuke let him, watching every movement in silence, his cheeks flushed bright pink, completely silent, his chest rising and falling visibly. When the boots were gone Naruto gripped the waistband of the pants and Sasuke's boxers at once and pulled. Sasuke lifted his hips to help, acutely aware of Naruto's callused fingertips at his hips. The fabric slid free in one smooth motion.
Sasuke's cock sprang free into the open air, flushed pink from base to tip, the head already wet and glistening with precome, slightly smaller and more slender than Naruto's own, as he had noticed before, though certainly not small. An aching length beautifully formed, as if made to fit perfectly in his hand. Naruto's mouth went dry at the sight, and he instantly thought it was perfect: cute, elegant, and leaking for him alone. Then Naruto's gaze caught on something else, the smooth, bare skin at the base, the absence of hair where he had expected it, leaving only a neat, trimmed trail of dark hair running from his navel down to his groin, shaped with a precision that spoke of care, of intention, of a body that was maintained with quiet discipline. Sasuke shaved himself. The thought sent a sharp pulse of heat through Naruto, the image of Sasuke attending to himself, careful and methodical, preparing his body in a way that suggested he had expected someone to see it... To touch it... And the realization that Sasuke chose to present that part of himself like this, smooth and clean, made Naruto's mouth go even more dry.
Sasuke felt the exposure like a physical weight. The cool air of the armory touched skin harsh and unforgiving, mingling with his own nervousness. Yet the fact that it was Naruto taking the lead, stripping him, staring at his body with that intensity in his cerulean gaze, only made his arousal sharper.
Naruto then looked back up at his face and without a word he wrapped his hand around Sasuke's flushed length. He began to stroke him in a steady, deliberate rhythm.
Sasuke's moaned instantly, strained and high. His head tilted back against the floor, his eyes fluttering shut, his long black hair spreading beneath him like ink. He quickly raised one hand to cover his mouth, trying desperately to stifle the obscene sound that had just torn out of him.
Naruto watched his expression mesmerized. Sasuke had never looked more beautiful than in that moment, fully naked, completely aroused, and moaning beneath him. Then, moved out of instinct, Naruto leaned down, while his hand kept working Sasuke's length, and pressed a soft kiss to the center of his forehead, unknowingly, in the very same place Itachi had always tapped him as a child.
Sasuke moaned harder. The sound muffled and broken against his own palm, his hips rolling helplessly into Naruto's fist.
It was too much already; the tender, almost reverent press of Naruto's lips against that particular place, while his hand continued its lewd, insistent up-and-down motion on his cock... it was too much, it was already too much, but now he couldn't stop. Sasuke couldn't stop. He couldn't stop himself. Now, he needed it. He needed it as much as he feared it.
Naruto's thumb began to brush over Sasuke's leaking tip in slow circles, his weight settling heavily against Sasuke's side, one forearm braced beside his head, his face buried in the curve of his neck, breathing him in, his own pants open, as Sasuke had left them after blowing him, brushing against Sasuke's hip.
After a while Naruto's hand shifted lower, and he gently cupped Sasuke's balls, caressing them, his fingers curling around the soft, warm flesh with careful pressure.
Sasuke was still trying, but failing, to hold the sounds in, his breath coming in short, desperate pulls through his nose. He didn't even understand how Naruto had made him go like this without doing anything more than jerk him.
But after another long minute of steady stroking Naruto suddenly stopped.
Sasuke's eyes opened at once, dazed and questioning, looking up at him.
Naruto raised his head from Sasuke's neck and reached for the wrist that still covered Sasuke's mouth. He gently pulled it away, guiding the hand down to rest against Sasuke's own chest.
"It's okay, Sasuke." Naruto murmured, his lips only and inch from Sasuke's: "Don't... contain yourself. There is no one around... It's just us..."
Sasuke's face flushed deeper. The words left him even more embarrassed than he already was, although he obeyed, and maintained his hand where Naruto left it.
"I know." Sasuke answered, frowning, his voice hoarse. Then he shallowed, "D-don't stop" he added averting his gaze away from Naruto's piercing stare, cursing himself for the stutter he had not been able to suppress.
Naruto buried his face onto Sasuke's hair, breathing in his scent once more, feeling himself hardening as his hand returned to Sasuke's flushed cock, resuming its rhythm, firmer now. Sasuke's hand moved from his chest and settled on the fabric of his own shirt spread beneath his back, fingers twisting hard into the material, and the next moan left him openly, raw and unfiltered, echoing softly in the armory.
Naruto moved to his ear, voice low and rough with want. "I like hearing you. You do really sound amazing, Sasuke."
Sasuke's brows furrowed further at the words, mouth falling open. Before he could form any reply, Naruto was kissing him again, tongue sliding deep and insistent.
Naruto kept stroking him in that steady, unyielding rhythm for a while, his fist working Sasuke's cock with a wet, filthy sound that merged with Sasuke's sounds into an impossible, wonderful symphony. Sasuke's shaft was fever-hot, the skin stretched taut over his thickness, making Naruto's heart ache with every stroke he gave. Naruto could feel himself growing gradually insane. Sasuke... beneath him, chest heaving, completely at the mercy of his touch, his pale skin flushed pink from collarbone to navel, a sheen of sweat making his lean muscles gleam in the dim light... He turned his head and pressed a slow, tender kiss to the high curve of Sasuke's cheekbone, gently, in sharp contrast to the insistent, lewd motion of his hand below.
Sasuke could not escape. He could not stop. He could only take it and take it. And that made Sasuke's head spin.
Naruto's lips lingered, soft and almost reverent, brushing the flushed skin of Sasuke's cheek as if he needed to soothe him even while he continued to take him apart. Naruto tasted the salt of Sasuke's sweat there, felt the faint tremor in the muscle beneath his mouth, and something dark and twisted rose in himself, because he still couldn't believe how Sasuke had abandoned him, how he had broken them apart for so many years, how he had walked away and left Naruto to piece together the wreckage of everything they had been. Even now, even like this, with Sasuke moaning beneath him and his body open and trusting, that wound didn't seem able to close. Sasuke had always had this strange power over him, this cruel ability to shatter Naruto's heart into a thousand pieces and then put them back together, just to break them apart once again, in an endless cycle of chasing and finding and losing again. And Naruto knew he was doomed. He had known since the moment he realized he was in love with him. Naruto knew he was lost. He was lost in him. He always had been, he always would be. And how much he loved him, and how much he still resented him for everything... went beyond words, beyond reason.
Sasuke's breathing changed. The first quiet whimper slipped out of him, small and broken, a sound so fragile it seemed impossible coming from a mouth that had only ever spat venom and resentment. The sound went straight through Naruto like a blade, hot and twisting. His dark, hungry wanting rising harder in his chest, the urge to devour him completely, to push him further, to watch every last wall collapse until there was nothing left of him. Naruto's jaw tightened, his grip on Sasuke's cock flexing involuntarily, and he had to force himself to breathe.
Naruto rose from the curve of Sasuke's neck and lowered his mouth to one of his small, pink nipples, tightened under the cool air. He licked it once, slow and deliberate, the flat of his tongue dragging over the sensitive nub, feeling it stiffen further against his tongue. Then he closed his lips around it and sucked gently, pulling the flesh into the wet heat of his mouth. Sasuke's hands flew up at once, one gripping Naruto's shoulder hard enough to bruise, fingers digging into the dense muscle there, the other sliding into his blond hair, fingers curling tight and pulling with a desperation that made Naruto's scalp sting.
Naruto released the nipple with a soft, wet sound and dragged his tongue in one long, continuous stripe down the center of Sasuke's belly, tasting the salt of his sweat, the faint bitterness of arousal, the heat radiating from his skin in waves. He traced the ridges of Sasuke's abdomen, the shallow valleys between each taut muscle, until he reached the neat trail of dark hair that led lower, a path that seemed to beckon him toward the source of his maddening scent.
Then he stopped.
He released Sasuke's cock and straightened, sitting back on his heels between Sasuke's legs. For a long moment he simply looked, his blue eyes dark and ravenous, observing the results of his ministrations, cataloging every inch of the body offered bare before him.
Sasuke lay completely naked beneath him. One nipple glistening wet from his mouth, the skin around it swollen a deeper pink. Sasuke's cock stood flushed and aching against his belly, the head shiny with a steady leak of precome that had begun to pool in the shallow dip of his navel. His legs were parted wide, knees bent and feet flat against the floor, the lean muscles of his thighs trembling slightly with the effort of holding himself open. His longer, beautiful, black hair was plastered in damp strands against his forehead, some clinging to his sharp cheekbones, others spilling across the shirt he had spread beneath him. Those black eyes of his, dark with lust yet somehow still guarded, still trying to maintain some fragment of distance, stared up at him.
Their gazes locked.
The same eyes Naruto had seen flaming with rage on the Valley of the End years before, empty of hope, burning with vengeance so pure it had scorched the world around him, and earlier, shining with tears that had broken Naruto's heart into pieces. Now they held only raw, open desire.
For a strange, suspended second the frantic heat between them seemed to pause. And something quieter and deeper passed in the silence between them, an unexplainable calm, as if even the urgency of what they were doing had been momentarily forgotten in the simple act of looking at each other. This impossible boy who had haunted every waking hour and every dream of his for years, who had been a ghost in his bed and a wound in his chest that never healed. But he had him now. Didn't he? He had him. Sasuke was spread open and trembling and waiting for him, and he had come back to him, in the end, he had come back to him... And the thought made Naruto want to growl, to cry, to laugh, to bite him and mark him forever.
And as Sasuke held Naruto's darkened gaze, obscured and turbulent like an ocean under a storm, he felt a sudden, unreasonable tranquility settle in his chest, because it was Naruto, after all, and he had known him since they were kids, and although Naruto had the undeniable power to break him, somehow Sasuke knew, he just knew, he would never truly break him, wouldn't he? It was irrational, because he had already hurt him so much, he had already shattered his heart, and yet...
Naruto's hand moved then almost of its own accord. He stroked one of Sasuke's thighs from the outer knee inward, palm sliding over the firm, lean muscle, feeling the tension there, the way Sasuke's leg twitched beneath his touch until his fingers brushed the crease of his groin. Then he lowered himself and pressed his mouth to the soft inner flesh of Sasuke's other thigh. He kissed a slow trail upward, his lips chapped against the delicate skin, glancing up occasionally through his lashes to watch Sasuke's face.
Sasuke observed him do it, his lips parted, his chest rising and falling in shallow pulls. The nervous tension in his body began to fade and something softer and more willing settled into his limbs, a surrender, and abandonment... shouldn't he let himself be swept by the current? Shouldn't he throw away his compass to the bottom of the sea and drift?
Naruto's hand returned to Sasuke's cock, but this time he only caressed it, light, almost lazy strokes of his fingers along the shaft, circling the slick head with maddening gentleness while his mouth continued its path of kisses along Sasuke's inner thigh.
Sasuke sighed, the sound low and sincere. When Naruto turned his face and deliberately inhaled against the skin of Sasuke's leg, breathing him in deep through his nose, Sasuke's flush deepened to a crimson that spread further down his neck and across his chest. He could see that Naruto was truly enjoying him, savoring him like a meal after starvation, and that knowledge made his stomach twist with a fresh wave of heat that pooled heavy and low. He could have never imagined Naruto would want to devour him like this. He could have never imagined it...
Naruto lifted Sasuke's leg and settled it over his shoulder, the back of Sasuke's knee hooking against the muscle of his neck, as he continued to press open-mouthed kisses along the inner thigh. Sasuke startled slightly at the new position; the angle left him more exposed, more open, and he became instantly aware of the cool air in the armory brushing faintly against his entrance. Sasuke bit his lower lip, as he gripped the cloth beneath him, his knuckles whitening, his hips twitching involuntarily in anticipation.
Naruto's free hand returned to Sasuke's cock and began to stroke in earnest again, the rhythm firm and relentless. The combination of the vulnerable position and the renewed friction drew a soft mewl from Sasuke's throat, a sound so lewd, so unguarded, that made went straight to Naruto's veins and seemed to pierce his very soul.
Then Naruto's gaze drifted lower, as he kept stroking him, as Sasuke kept sighing and twisting and moaning before him.
Sasuke's ass was firm and pale, the cheeks smooth and beautifully shaped, the cleft between them tight and slightly shadowed. At the center of that cleft his hole was small, a delicate pink pucker that looked almost too tight, too tender, clenching slightly as if aware of being watched. The sight of it made Naruto's own cock throb heavily inside his pants. He wanted to bury his face there, wanted to taste that most secret place, wanted to own it completely until Sasuke actually cried again.
Emboldened, Naruto brushed the pad of his thumb lightly over that small, closed entrance.
Sasuke's reaction was instantaneous. He jolted as if he had been stabbed. His head fell back hard against the floor, throat fully exposed and vulnerable, the long column of his neck arching, eyes flying wide open in pure shock. Even though he had expected it, the actual touch still stole the air from his lungs. "ah...!"
Naruto was amazed, *fuck...* he cursed internally, *I barely touched him... and he's reacting like this...* His mouth went dry.
Sasuke's eyes snapped back to Naruto's face at once, checking him, searching, uncertain... those black depths wide and glassy with arousal, fear and shame. Naruto met his gaze and the only thing he could think about was how badly he wanted to bury himself inside him and make him scream.
While their eyes remained locked Naruto turned his head and dragged his tongue in one quick, claiming stripe across the side of Sasuke's knee. Then he looked back at him with a faint, playful glint in his eyes that held no mercy.
Sasuke frowned, his brows drawing together. He flushed even deeper, the color violent against his pale skin.
"You look amazing like this... you know?" Naruto said.
Sasuke's heart stuttered, a hard, painful knock against his ribs. He could not think of anything to do, anything to say, while he lay so exposed, while his hole was clearly visible, when Naruto had just touched it, while his leg draped over Naruto's shoulder, his cock leaking onto his own stomach like an animal in heat. Words simply would not come; his tongue felt thick and useless in his mouth.
Naruto brought his thumb to his own mouth and licked it slowly, deliberately, dragging his tongue over the pad in broad, wet strokes, never looking away from Sasuke's face. Sasuke understood at once. His gaze fled to the far wall of the armory, to the shelves of weapons and the dark corners, anywhere but Naruto's face. He wanted him to continue, wanted it with a desperation that frightened him, that made his hole clench around nothing and his cock jerk hard against his belly, but he didn't know how to handle it.
He didn't know how to handle this with Naruto. Not with Naruto.
He simply didn't know.
Naruto brushed his wet thumb over the small entrance again. This time Sasuke's sigh was louder, almost a soft moan, the sound breaking from his lips before he could catch it. The confirmation settled into Naruto; this was what undid him. He resumed stroking Sasuke's cock in firm pulls while his thumb began to trace slow, careful circles around the rim, feeling the muscle flutter and relax beneath his touch. On the third circle Sasuke whimpered and brought one forearm up to cover his eyes, hiding his expression, his mouth falling open in a silent cry.
Naruto studied the way Sasuke's body trembled, the way his cock leaked steadily over his fist, the way his chest rose and fell in frantic rhythm. He understood. Sasuke needed more. He wanted it.
And Naruto wanted to give it to him, wanted to soothe him, and pleasure him, and make him finally have something good, and he wanted to be him to give that to Sasuke, he wanted it with a fierceness that made his chest ache. But then doubt crept in, cold and unwelcome. What if Sasuke didn't like it? Doing that... putting his finger in a place like that, it was such an intimate thing... it wasn't the same as jerking him off... What if he did it wrong, what if he hurt him? What if Sasuke found it to be too much, after all, and didn't want it in the end? What if he got angry and pushed him, or attacked him? Naruto didn't know if he would be able to fight him anymore... not after this... What if he did something wrong and ruined this fragile, impossible thing between them and they grew even further apart than before? And Naruto had never done this before, not even with himself... He didn't know how it felt or how to do it right. And Sasuke... Sasuke had been with someone before, that stranger, and Naruto knew that man had known what he was doing, at least enough for Sasuke to let him have sex with him...
The thought twisted in Naruto's gut, a sick knot of jealousy and fear. He wanted to be good for Sasuke. He wanted to give him something that no one else ever had, not even that stranger... But what if he couldn't? What if he didn't know how? What if he wasn't enough? What if it was too much?
Naruto stared at that small, pink entrance, while he kept caressing it with his thumb, his movement slowed, hesitant. That beautiful tender place... so impossibly tight and delicate... so sensitive that a few touches there had the power to make Sasuke, who was the strongest shinobi he had ever know, tremble and shake like he was nothing... this was the most hidden part of him, the center of his vulnerability laid bare, and Naruto knew that to push inside would be to cross a threshold that could never be uncrossed. The intimacy of it staggered him... and what he felt went beyond desire, and what it meant to breach that last distance between them went beyond sex... because it would be a claim, a trespass into somewhere so private, so fragile... the most delicate and vulnerable part of Sasuke... Was he really allowed to take that? Was really Sasuke finally trusting him? This much?
While his thumb continued its gentle circles Naruto asked quietly, "Sasuke… is it okay if-?"
But he never finished the question.
"D-don't ask." Sasuke cut him, his voice strained, desperate, his forearm still pressed over his eyes, chest heaving so hard his ribs showed beneath the skin. He swallowed hard, his throat working visibly, "Do whatever you want… d-don't… ask me." Sasuke added, forcing the words out of him.
And Naruto had never heard him sound like that, so close to the edge of breaking, almost as if he might cry again, the same fragile, shattered sound he had made earlier when he had wept in his arms. Still, Naruto hesitated, could he really do whatever he wanted with him? Anything?
"Are you sure?" Naruto asked, his mouth dry.
And at that instant Sasuke's patience snapped like a wire pulled too taut. "Yes!" he answered, the syllable cracking upward, frayed and breathless, his tone so high and unraveling that he barely recognized it as his own. Mortification licked hot at his ears; he was wrecked, exposed, and still Sasuke could not make himself stop, he could not calm himself down, he could not control himself anymore.
Naruto's thumb twitched involuntarily against the rim, which made Sasuke jolt again, a sharp gasp tearing from him.
"Inside… put it inside…" Sasuke pleaded, still hiding behind his forearm, his hips rolling downward in a desperate attempt to impale himself on that teasing thumb. "inside…" he repeated, lower, almost as a prayer.
And something inside Naruto cracked wide open, a dam breaking, a beast uncaging.
Sasuke was literally begging him.
Sasuke... who had abandoned him, and betrayed him, and wounded him, and tried to kill him, so many times... he was now pleading him to fuck his ass. A guttural noise tore from Naruto's throat before his mind could catch it, something between a snarl and a groan, raw and vibrating with a hunger he could no longer leash.
Naruto pressed the pad of his thumb firmly against the small entrance and began to push.
At first, Sasuke's hole clenched tight against the press, the rim firm and unyielding, but then Sasuke exhaled, to relax his body, and his entrance finally yielded.
The instant Naruto breached his hole, Sasuke's reaction was immediate and devastating.
"Aah- F-fuck… y-yes-" Sasuke whimpered.
Naruto kept pushing, watching Sasuke's parted lips, until his thumb was fully inside of him.
Sasuke's legs began to visibly shake. He kept his forearm hiding his eyes while with his other hand fisted a handful of cloth from his shirt beneath him, pulling it slightly upward, his hand rising for a moment with no purpose.
Naruto felt the scorching clasp of that tight ring around his thumb, slightly wet from his own saliva and impossibly hot, squeezing him like Sasuke never wanted to let him go. The whimper that had torn from Sasuke's throat echoed in his skull, and a fierce, almost violent satisfaction bloomed in Naruto's chest, he was doing this, he was the one making Sasuke shake apart. He looked down at him, at the long black hair spilling messy and damp across the floor, at the slender column of his throat arched in surrender, at the way his cock leaked thick and steady onto his own trembling belly, and Naruto's breath caught because he had never seen anything more beautiful in his life. Naruto was fully hard again, his cock straining painful and heavy against his pants.
He stayed like that for a second, only with his thumb buried inside Sasuke. Sasuke seemed to be containing his own breath, as if the most minimal movement would break him. Naruto would have liked to see his eyes then, his expression, but for the way he was reacting, Naruto understood that what Sasuke felt must have been pretty intense, so he decided not to push for that. Instead, he caressed Sasuke's lifted leg up and down, a slow, soft motion as if to remind him, or ask him, to not be nervous, to not be scared, to not feel overwhelmed or alone, to know that he could trust him with this, that he will make him feel good.
Then Naruto moved his thumb. First, he withdrew it slowly, carefully, his blue eyes locked on the obscene sight of Sasuke's tight pink rim clinging to his thumb as if reluctant to let it go, glistening and flushed where they were joined. Then he pushed back in just as carefully, and the moment he did, Sasuke moaned again, but differently than when he had been jerking him, it was more wounded now, the sound rising to a higher register than his previous sounds, much more similar to the sounds and the gasps that had escaped him when he cried earlier in his arms. Then Naruto did that same movement again, and again, rocking his thumb. Sasuke inhaled when Naruto retreated, and exhaled when he pushed, whimpering with each thrust in that same wounded manner, his whole body following the rhythm Naruto set. And Naruto could barely form any coherent thought, because this was everything, and he was going utterly and completely insane with each sound Sasuke made.
On the third rock Naruto let his gaze drag upward from where they were joined to Sasuke's lower belly, watching the flat plane of pale muscle jump and flutter with every inward press, the delicate trail of dark hair leading his eye back down to where Sasuke's cock lay flushed and leaking, twitching on nothing.
Naruto shifted his weight, carefully guiding the leg draped over his shoulder down to rest against the cold stone, bending Sasuke's knee and opening him up completely. With his thigh now pressed to the side, Naruto had the angle he needed, his thumb sinking deeper as he traced slow, deliberate circles inside that scorching heat. His free hand found Sasuke's knee, fingers brushing the delicate skin at the back of the joint before sliding down to caress the firm curve with a tenderness that belied the filthy rhythm of his other hand.
Sasuke's breath hitched at the dual sensation, and the hand that had been fisting his shirt suddenly released the twisted cloth, fingers uncurling from the fabric to dart down and close around his own neglected cock. He gave himself two quick, desperate strokes, up and down, slick with precome, before his arm fell back, trembling, as if even that small relief had been too much to bear.
Sasuke spread his legs wider, as much as he could, until making himself obscenely displayed. He still hid his face, but his mouth was open, moaning with every forward push of that thumb, back arching, body relaxing on the retreats only to tighten again on the intrusions. After a few seconds like that, Sasuke's hips rolled downward to meet the next thrust. "Nnh-" he mewled.
"Fuck, Sasuke..." Naruto muttered, his voice gone rough and guttural, almost unrecognizable. Then he lifted his gaze up to Sasuke's face, even though he was still hiding, "Do you like this?" he asked, his tone dark and predatory, following his question with a deliberate hard thrust of his thumb.
Sasuke answered him whimpering louder.
"Do you like what I'm doing to you, Sasuke?" Naruto asked again, thrusting his thumb once more in one single, intentional, push.
Sasuke whimpered once more, but this time he tried to answer him; "Y-yes... I-I like it. Fuck- Ah-" he began, as Naruto kept thrusting, He couldn't stop the noises even if he'd wanted to; they poured out of him in a relentless, keening litany, high and thin and utterly unlike himself. His body jerked with every thrust, hips stuttering upward, heels dragging against the floor for purchase, and his voice cracked and soared, "I-I- nnh- like- ah!", but he couldn't speak, his words dissolved into pure, broken sound, each moan bleeding into the next without pause.
A low, predatory rumble vibrated in Naruto's chest, his jaw tight with arousal and triumph; he wanted to sheath every inch of himself inside that tight, yielding hole and ruin him so completely that if they had weeks instead of hours, Sasuke wouldn't be able to walk or sit without feeling him for days.
Naruto suddenly withdrew his thumb, harshly, making Sasuke clench at the loss. Then he immediately brought his index finger to his mouth and liked it thoroughly, coating it in thick saliva, never looking away from the sight of Sasuke's fluttering hole. Sasuke whimpered at the emptiness, his hips chasing the air. Then Naruto pressed that longer digit to the Sasuke's entrance and pushed. His index sank deeper, and Sasuke's breath caught sharply, his back bowing off the floor.
"Does it hurt?" Naruto asked at once, his voice dark with hunger.
"No, no- ah- it doesn't..." Sasuke's answer came fast, almost frantic, accompanied by a roll of his hips that drove Naruto's finger deeper.
Naruto was learning how sensitive that place was. He had never known. He hadn't had any clue that one could bring pleasure to a man that way. He had always thought women were more sensitive and that guys could only feel pleasure with his manhood, not from behind as well... But now... now he knew... he saw how every small movement in this place dragged a trail of broken sounds from Sasuke as if he were melting away just from that. Naruto felt like he had learned something hidden, something secret, but not about sex but about Sasuke, a way to make him delight, a way to pleasure him, and comfort him... a new way of loving him...
Naruto began to move his finger in and out in a steady rhythm, watching Sasuke's face, watching the way his lips shaped silent pleas. Sasuke's moans grew louder, wetter.
"Fuck, Sasuke," Naruto muttered, watching him fall apart, "you're so beautiful like this".
Sasuke could only moan in answer, the sound shameless and needy, his hips rocking to meet every thrust.
Naruto fingered him for a while just like that, in and out, in and out, as Sasuke kept gasping, jumping and whimpering beneath him.
Then, Naruto withdrew his finger completely. Sasuke used that second to breathe more deeply, but the moment didn't last long. Barely a heartbeat after Naruto brought together his index and middle finger and put them against Sasuke's entrance.
Naruto kept his eyes on Sasuke's face while the Sasuke sucked in a fuller breath, his lips still trembling from the previous intrusion. Then Naruto looked down. Sasuke's hole twitched visibly, the rim glossy and slightly puffy, contracting as if searching for what had been taken away. And then Naruto pushed. The tight entrance stretched wider, the pink muscle opening reluctantly around the dual pressure before giving way.
Sasuke's back arched off the floor; his free hand clenched into a fist against the stone while his other arm stayed flung over his eyes, a muffled whimper spilling past his bitten lip as the thicker stretch filled him.
"Oh, ooh- fuck, fuck, N-Naruto...!" Sasuke trashed, as his hole opened helplessly. And Sasuke didn't know if it was feeling so good simply because it had been so long since he got laid, if it was because he had been so stressed earlier, or if it was because it was Naruto who was doing this to him. But he had never felt this good in his entire life, and if it kept going like this, he could almost swear he would have to fight the urge to thank Naruto for fingering him so well... but he hoped it didn't come to that, even if he was this riled up already, even if he needed Naruto to fuck him senseless right then and there, thanking him for that would be too humiliating... wouldn't it? Yet, that shameful thought sent a shiver through all his body that he could not contain.
Naruto was completely delighted, he could do that all day, all night, finger him, and touch him, and smell him, and watch him, and he would never get tired of it.
Once both fingers were fully inside, Sasuke let out another shaky breath and licked quickly his lower lip, that had been slightly dry.
After a moment, Naruto began to rock his fingers in and out, slowly but steadily, fucking Sasuke's hole like he knew he wanted. And he could clearly see how much Sasuke was enjoying it, and this moment of intimacy with him, after everything that had happened between them, truly was like a dream, a dream he would never want to wake up from. He loved him, he loved Sasuke so much he felt his own heart might explode only by the sheer intensity of that feeling burning inside him, an eternal flame that no distance, no battle and no wound had been able to extinguish, and would never be able to. And Naruto realized how much he needed that with Sasuke, to have this thing between them, he couldn't live without Sasuke, he was slowly dying without him. He knew that now. Not before. But now Naruto knew. And he also knew Sasuke felt their union the same. He had too, even if Sasuke had denied their bond again and again... What they had was something special, it always had been, and the way Sasuke was reacting... whimpering so, so desperate... Sasuke would never act like that if he didn't feel anything... he would not, Naruto knew him too well to think otherwise... and he doubted Sasuke had been like this with that stranger... that man... it couldn't be... it just couldn't...
Naruto worked both fingers in and out for long minutes, scissoring gently, stretching Sasuke's tight ring, curling his digits to feel all of him, exploring every inch of that channel that gripped him like a vise.
But after a while Sasuke's moans began to soften and slow, his hips stilling slightly.
Once he noticed Naruto began to panic again. Had he done something wrong? Had he lost the rhythm? Had he hurt him? Had Sasuke changed his mind after all? Naruto tried to change the rhythm of the thrusting, tried to mimic what he had done the moments Sasuke had moaned the loudest, but nothing changed. He checked Sasuke's face, still partially hidden under his forearm, then he checked his chest, seeing Sasuke's breathing calming down, then he checked his own hand working on Sasuke's insides... he didn't understand... What was he doing wrong?
But before Naruto could panic further Sasuke finally lowered the forearm from his eyes and called him, his voice low, weakened, "Naru-to…"
Naruto's gaze snapped up to his face, his fingers still buried deep. Sasuke face was entirely wrecked, his cheeks were flushed deep crimson, his lips swollen and plum, his black eyes glazed and unfocused but holding his gaze with a strange calmness behind them, something quiet settled there... surrender perhaps, trust, or maybe boredom. Naruto couldn't tell, but he hoped with all his being it wasn't the last possibility.