Sasuke's voice was hoarse, almost shy, stripped of every last defense when he spoke again, "Curve your fingers… up, like… this." He said, then he demonstrated a small beckoning gesture with his own hand, trembling in the air.
And Naruto watched the gesture as if it were the most important piece of information he had ever been trusted with. He understood; Sasuke was guiding him, telling him what he liked, what he wanted, what he needed.
Naruto tried to copy it, his heart beating faster, and curled his two fingers upward. At first nothing changed. But then the pads of his fingertips brushed against a small, slightly firmer place inside, smooth, swollen, distinct from the surrounding heat, a nub that seemed to pulse beneath his touch. The moment he rubbed against it, Sasuke's entire body seized, his spine snapping straight, his head slamming back against the stone.
The sound that tore out of him was louder than anything before, a high-pitched sob, raw and shattered: "Aaaah-! N-Naruto-"
Naruto's blue eyes widened in fear, and pulled his fingers out at once, making Sasuke jolt, "Fuck! I hurt you I'm sorr-"
But Sasuke cut him, "N-no- no-" Sasuke reached for him with both hands, scrambling, desperate, he sat up just enough to grab Naruto's wrist and guide the fingers straight back inside himself, biting down on his own lower lip as they sank in again, his brows furrowing at the renewed pressure. "D-don't stop. Nng- it doesn't... hurt- don't- pull away...!" Sasuke pleaded, his cheeks burning.
Naruto's mind went blank for a second. Then understanding flooded him, he had misinterpreted entirely Sasuke's reaction. Then their gazes locked again and Naruto saw Sasuke's anguished need written plainly across his face. Then Naruto connected the dots, he realized that spot had to be similar to what he had learned in those shady books years ago girls had. A special sweet spot inside that once touched could bring an immense pleasure. He hadn't known men had it too. He had thought he had hurt Sasuke doing that, but he had not. He had not hurt him.
Then Naruto rose his free hand towards Sasuke's temple, brushing away some black strands of hair plastered there with sweat, holding Sasuke's anguished gaze, "Okay." Naruto said, his voice low, soothing, "Okay, Sasuke. Sorry, I've never..." he trailed off, but then he changed his tone, "Okay, I've got you. I've got you, Sasuke."
Naruto pushed Sasuke firmly back down onto the shirt with his free hand, pinning him by the shoulder while the fingers of his other hand were still buried deep inside him, "I've got you." Naruto repeated, firmer, holding his gaze.
Sasuke frowned, but he let himself be pushed down again. Something about Naruto's words deeply unsettled him, although he didn't know what it was. All Sasuke knew was that he needed those fingers searching inside him, making his mind go blank, making him forget everything else, all he needed was Naruto there, with him, doing this, and nothing else...
Once Sasuke's back reached the floor again Naruto turned and kissed gently Sasuke's left knee, a quick mindless gesture that left him before he could think.
Sasuke's brows furrowed together further, but before he could say or do anything, Naruto curled his fingers up again and pressed firmly against Sasuke's sweet spot once more.
The mewl that left Sasuke was immediate and helpless, a primal sound that he could never have contained even with all the force of his will. Naruto's eyes lit in pure delight. And he began, without any warning or hesitation, to rub that spot in steady, focused circles, feeling the nub swell and pulse against his fingertips.
Sasuke's legs began to tremble again, his knees falling wider, his neglected cock twitching on its own. And he could not form any single coherent thought. Sasuke was panting, sobbing, whimpering with each rub of Naruto's fingers. His heartbeat rose to a frantic pace, his chest heaving harshly, his fists griping at the cloth beneath him, completely lost on the sensation. And he had never felt this good in his entire life, not even with that man he had been with. Compared to this now, that didn't come even close. Sasuke hadn't known sex could feel this good, he had known it could be pleasurable, perhaps similar to these sensations near the end, but the way Naruto was touching him now, and what he was doing, and how he was doing it... only with his fingers... it simply didn't compare to anything. And it was Naruto, it was Naruto after all... and against all reason, Sasuke felt like Naruto had finally chosen him, and he knew, he just knew, he was going to lose himself entirely under his hands. And he couldn't do anything to stop it.
Naruto's free hand moved and closed around Sasuke's cock.
Sasuke's back arched hard off the floor, a long, wailing cry ripping from his throat.
As soon as Naruto closed his fist around his length he began to jerk him at the same rhythm he thrusted his fingers inside his hole.
With that, Sasuke lost it completely. His head thrashed side to side, black hair whipping against the stone, and his fists twisted violently in the shirt beneath him, pulling the fabric until it threatened to tear.
"N-Naruto-" he whimpered, the name breaking into a high, shattered keen as his hips rocked upward to meet the dual rhythm, chasing both the fist around his cock and the fingers buried deep inside him.
"Y-your fingers- ah- ah- ah so good-" The words tumbled out in a breathless, broken stream, dissolving into raw, filthy sounds.
Outside the storm kept unleashing itself upon Konoha in full force; thunder cracked again and again, so loudly the stone walls seemed to tremble, and a sudden flash of lightning painted the room in stark white for an instant, illuminating Sasuke's glistening skin and his wrecked expression.
"Ah fuck yes- oh god fuck-" Sasuke couldn't stop the obscene, shattered words from spilling out of him. His spine bowed off the floor, every muscle locked in trembling tension, and he could only rock his hips in helpless, rutting jerks, utterly consumed by the friction inside and out.
Naruto kept going, growing rougher, more confident with every passing second, hearing Sasuke going completely wild under his touch. His two fingers thrusted deeper and deeper into the tight, scorching heat of Sasuke's body, curling hard against his swollen sweet spot while his other fist worked the flushed length of Sasuke's cock in firm, merciless pulls. The wet sounds of the dual stimulation filled the armory, lewd and forbidden, mixed with the distant roar of rain against the high windows.
The low flames of the forge glowed orange across Sasuke's pale, sweat-slicked skin, highlighting every trembling muscle, every arched line of his body. Cold grey light from the rain-lashed windows filtered in from the opposite side, casting the rest of the room with a somber contrast.
Something dark and primal uncoiled in Naruto's chest at the sight. It wasn't only love. It wasn't only desire. It was power. Raw and intoxicating.
Naruto bit his lower lip as the feeling ran though all his being.
He had chased this boy across years and bloodshed, had begged and bled for him, had gone where no one else had dared to go, had done what no one else had dared to do. Naruto had spent his entire life training himself to death to fight him, to defeat him, to make Sasuke recognize him. And now here he was, completely at his mercy. And the power of it went straight to Naruto's veins like a lethal drug.
A malicious smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth as he deliberately slowed the thrust of his fingers, drawing a choked whimper from Sasuke's lips.
And when Naruto spoke again, his voice had completely changed from before, his tone dropped to a register he'd never used before, a tone he didn't even know he could wield, rough and low, all its earlier tenderness lost, edged with a darkness that sounded nothing but cruel in its patience.
"Does it feel good, Sasuke?" he asked, knowing already the answer.
Sasuke's reply tore out of him in broken gasps, hips jerking helplessly, his black hair plastered to his forehead and temples, eyes squeezed shut, "Ah-ah y-yes- yes."
Naruto's gaze darkened further at the response. Then his hand left Sasuke's cock and went to one of Sasuke's trembling thighs, griping it, hard, keeping him spread wide. Naruto withdrew his fingers entirely out, making Sasuke choke at the loss, only to drive them back inside again, deeper, pressing deliberately against his sweet spot, massaging it hard as if it weren't Sasuke's most sensitive part in his entire body.
Naruto stared, mesmerized, at the place where his fingers disappeared into Sasuke's body. "You are so tight here, Sasuke, your hole is so fucking beautiful." He said, his voice dropping further into that darker, malicious register.
The praise dragged another shattered sound from Sasuke's throat. His back arched off the shirt beneath him, the forge-light catching on the sheen of sweat along his collarbones and his chest as it would catch on jewelry; "Aah- ah- "
Naruto released Sasuke's thigh and leaned closer, planting his hand firmly on the floor beside Sasuke's head, his blond hair falling forward in a mane as he spoke against the shell of Sasuke's ear, voice soft and lustful; "You sound so cute when you moan like that..."
Sasuke's reaction was immediate. A broken cry ripped from him, higher this time, his free hand clawing at the fabric under his back until his knuckles hurt. The storm outside answered with another deep roll of thunder. "AH- AH"
Naruto was fully aware of how utterly undone Sasuke was, and he knew how much he must be needing some kind of relief on his cock, all red and aching, leaking steadily and jolting on its own... Naruto knew it must be hurting Sasuke to not receive any kind of stimulation there.
But he didn't care anymore.
More than that, the thought that Sasuke might be suffering from that stirred further that darkness inside him that had somehow awakened and was slowly swallowing him from inside.
Naruto pressed his nose roughly into Sasuke's hair, breathing him in as he thrusted his fingers harder, scissoring, opening him up. Sasuke turned his head away, toward the rain-streaked windows, forcing his legs still spread wide, his body open and yielding beneath the weight of Naruto's, trembling with every thrust of those thick fingers inside him.
Naruto's chest pressed flush against Sasuke's, skin against skin, the heat of their bodies melding together as Sasuke's trembling hand came up to Naruto's back, nails digging in harshly and dragging up from his waist to his shoulder blades in a desperate, clawing motion, leaving red trails in their wake.
Naruto's teeth caught Sasuke's earlobe, biting down, mimicking a tearing motion, before he pulled back and sat up again, his fingers never stopping their relentless rhythm.
Sasuke's hand moved instinctively toward his own cock, desperate for friction, for relief, but the moment he did Naruto caught his wrist, harshly, and yanked it away, pressing Sasuke's hand flat against the stone floor beside him, a wordless command.
Sasuke's black eyes snapped towards Naruto's face, widening in a flash of panic and need, understanding fully Naruto's prohibition.
Their gazes locked for a fraction of a second, blue and black, burning, clashing onto one another, as they did when they fought. But then Sasuke looked away. He couldn't hold Naruto's stare. And he couldn't believe what Naruto had just done with that gesture.
Sasuke's fingers curled against the cold stone as he forced himself to maintain his hand there, forcing himself not to touch, not to move. He didn't know why he obeyed. He didn't know if he would be able to stand it. He didn't know if he would be able to handle any of it. Sasuke only knew he couldn't refuse. He couldn't stop. He was physically unable to stop any of it. He could only moan and take it. Take everything Naruto wished to do to him. And he began to pray Naruto would touch him soon, because he was so near the verge of collapsing, he thought he might actually start crying just out of need.
And the worst part was that the more he prayed for it, and the more he didn't have it, the more he wanted it.
Naruto's gaze swept over the wreckage of Sasuke's body, his cheeks usually so pale, bright crimson, his lips swollen, his dark hair all disheveled, some strands plastered to his temples like porcelain painting on his skin. His narrow, beautiful waist, arching with each movement of his fingers, thin and delicate, almost like a woman's... Then his eyes went lower, to the hand pressed flat against the stone floor, and his gaze lingered there, on Sasuke's fingers curled and motionless, obeying his instruction without question, without resistance.
Sasuke wasn't merely accepting this, he was hungry for it. This aroused Sasuke, being manhandled, being told what to do, having choice stripped away from him... And Naruto would have never thought, he would have never imagined, how beautifully Sasuke broke. But he did, he broke beautifully.
He was so pretty like this, undone, desperate, so willing... completely at his mercy. Naruto wanted to defile him, to taint every inch of that pale, trembling skin, to make him need so fiercely that he would forget his own name. And Naruto knew he could do it. Couldn't he? He could break Sasuke completely. He wanted to strip away every last shred of Sasuke's pride, his dignity, his carefully constructed walls, until he drowned in agony, in pleasure, until all the pain inside his heart went away and nothing else remained but the two of them lost in one another.
Naruto slowed gradually the movement of his fingers inside Sasuke, still rubbing in circular tiny motions that tender spot inside him that made him go feral, he began dragging the tips of his fingers there in a new tortuous motion, making Sasuke breath come harder, his mouth whimper higher.
"You look so pretty with my fingers inside your ass, Sasuke. I just want to fuck you, you know?" Naruto said, observing Sasuke's expression.
Every praise Naruto gave him only made Sasuke's sounds louder, more broken. "AAH- ah-!"
Naruto griped Sasuke's tight again and pressed it harder against the floor, moving it slightly upward, exposing Sasuke's abused hole further. Naruto maintained the slowed rhythm of his fingers inside him, slow enough to make every press against the prostate more deliberate, more devastating.
Sasuke's head tilted backwards, exposing the fragile skin of his neck, completely lost in the sensation.
"Do you like my fingers inside your ass?" Naruto asked him, his voice somber and rough.
Sasuke's answer came in a flood of broken words and high, desperate sounds, hips rolling up to meet every movement; "AAH- F-fuck- yes- Ah I like- ah, them-"
Naruto was intoxicated. He couldn't stop, he wanted more and more and more and would never get enough. Naruto bought his free hand to Sasuke's cock again, but he only caressed it, softly, gently, one single movement from the base to the swollen tip that made Sasuke's entire body seize at the frail contact. "Aah- Oh f-fuck-" he moaned.
"Fuck, Sasuke, I didn't know you were this pretty when you fuck," Naruto grunted, his voice raw with want as he watched Sasuke's face contort with pleasure, "...you are fucking amazing right now..."
Sasuke's hands found his own chest, trembling fingers dragging up across his collarbones before they clutched at his hair, pulling sharply at the roots near his temples. He looked down, just for a second, at where Naruto's fingers were buried inside him. The sight made his breath hitch and his hips jerk forward. Sasuke's head tilted back again, his mouth falling open in a raw, wordless cry that melted into fractured words: "Ah- nng… m-more… m-more…"
Naruto's gaze darkened further. He leaned down, planting his free hand onto the stone floor to support himself, until their faces were only inches apart, breath hot against Sasuke's open mouth, and then he asked him, while still rubbing his sweet spot; "Do you want to cum, Sasuke?" He already knew, but he wanted to hear it. He wanted Sasuke to ask for it.
Sasuke's answer was immediate, almost sobbing as his cock leaked steadily over his lower belly, swollen and inflamed, "Yes- y-yes- ah- ah"
Naruto kissed his cheekbone and sat again, caressing Sasuke's lower belly but avoiding his neglected cock, trailing down to the soft inner flesh of one of Sasuke's spread thighs in slow, soothing strokes, as he kept the relentless pressure inside him, the cruel, precise rub of his fingertips against Sasuke's swollen sweet spot.
Naruto's voice dropped even lower, "Do you want me to help you?" he asked, his tone cruelly casual, almost mocking.
"AAH- ah- ye-s fuck yes." Sasuke answered, with another broken sound tearing from his throat.
Naruto watched him writhe, completely transfixed by the sight of Sasuke so open, so lost, so beautifully undone.
"You look so fucking amazing like this," Naruto breathed, almost to himself, eyes roaming over every detail of Sasuke's body beneath him. "I bet you could cum just from this… without me even touching your cock. Just my fingers in your ass."
Sasuke's reaction was instantaneous. His eyes flew open, black and glassy with lust, panicked at Naruto's suggestion; "No- n-no…" he began, high and pleading, delightfully frightened, "I c-can't cum like t-this… fuck, N-Naruto… don't… ah- I need-!"
Naruto's free hand continued stroking Sasuke's inner thigh slowly, soothingly, his palm sliding over the trembling muscle, warm and grounding, his fingers curling deeper with each desperate pulse of Sasuke's body, "Shhh..." Naruto hushed him, deeply enjoying the cruelty he knew he was doing to him.
"N-no- Oh- Oh god-" Sasuke whimpered, his head thrashing against the fabric beneath him, fingers twisting desperately in his own hair as his body arched helplessly.
"Are you sure you can't?" Naruto asked, his voice low, feignedly curious, edged with nothing else than sadistic satisfaction.
What Naruto was doing to him was nothing but a torture, and Sasuke couldn't help but crave it and dread it at the same time.
"Yeah- Ah- ah- ah- I- I can't, I can't-" Sasuke whined, squirming, his chest heaving up and down in frantic gasps.
He was at the edge of not being able to really take it anymore.
Naruto's gaze softened even as his fingers pressed harder against Sasuke's prostate. "But you are so beautiful like this right now..."
The praise dragged another series of high, shattered sounds from Sasuke's throat. "AH- ah AH-"
Then Naruto shifted his weight, lowering himself again until his chest pressed flush against Sasuke's, one hand braced against the floor beside his head while the other kept working inside him, relentless and unhurried. He pressed his face into the warm hollow of Sasuke's neck, his breath hot against his sweat-slicked skin, blond hair falling across Sasuke's cheek.
"Maybe I could make you cum like this…" Naruto whispered.
Sasuke's reaction was pure desperation. His hands shot up to clutch at Naruto's shoulders, nails digging in; "N-no. No- Aah- It's… too much- Too much! I-I can't!"
Naruto breather him in once more, smelling Sasuke's arousal, his sweat, his maddening scent that was everything he had ever dreamed of. Then Naruto's eyes flicked down to where Sasuke's cock lay against his belly, and he observed it, transfixed, how shiny and neglected was... dripping steadily... how good it looked that way, swollen and leaking, and needing... because of him...
"You are leaking all over yourself, Sasuke..." Naruto muttered.
And it was that observation that broke whatever last restraint Sasuke had left.
His voice rose into a pure, broken sob, high and wrecked, eyes wet at the corners as another roll of thunder shook the armory. "AH-"
And then Sasuke did what he had never done in his entire life.
He squeezed his eyes shut, and began to beg.
"AH- P-please! P-Please-!"
And the sound of Sasuke begging, openly begging, those words torn from that proud throat like a sacred vow profaned, struck Naruto with a force that arrested the very rhythm of his blood. And the dark thing inside him that had been reveling in Sasuke's undoing, that cruel architect of denial, simply ceased to exist. It was as if the syllables of that plea had been forged into a blade and slid between Naruto's ribs with surgical precision, piercing at once the predator in him and leaving only the boy who had once wept in the rain for his lost friend. Sasuke needed him, perhaps now more than ever. And Naruto couldn't deny him. A devastating tenderness flooded him and Naruto felt as if all the love he carried inside him exploded into a thousand shining stars inside him. Sasuke, who he knew would rather die than beg for anyone, was pleading to him with a voice shredded into ribbons. The incomprehensible fragility of it, this absolute surrender from a man who had built his entire existence on refusing to kneel, shattered something in Naruto's chest that he hadn't known was armored. Compassion rose in him like a tide, drowning the urge to torment, to prolong.
Without thought, without breath, Naruto ripped his fingers free from Sasuke in one brutal, sudden withdrawal.
The abrupt emptiness dragged a strangled, high gasp from Sasuke's lips. But before the sound had even fully left him Naruto's hand, still slick, came up, seized his face, and crushed their mouths together into a brutal kiss.
Naruto drove his tongue deep inside the heat of Sasuke's mouth, swallowing the next broken noise before it could form. While their mouths remained locked, he brought that same hand down in a swift, decisive motion and closed it around Sasuke's neglected cock.
The contact made Sasuke react instantly. He tore his mouth away with a wild, wounded cry, breaking the kiss, his head falling back, his spine arching hard off the floor.
"AAAH- Yeah- P-Please-" he moaned.
And Naruto began to give him exactly what he asked for. He stroked him hard and fast, fist tight and relentless, the wet sounds of it loud in the humid air between the distant roar of the storm and the low crackle of the forge. Sasuke's moans poured out of him in a continuous stream, hips jerking up to meet every pull, and he was grateful he couldn't speak, because he was sure that if he could he would have started thanking Naruto for finally grabbing his cock, losing the last shreds of his dignity.
Naruto worked him like that for a full minute, and Sasuke's voice cracked into pure, incoherent sound.
Sasuke hid his face onto Naruto's shoulder, his whole body shaking as if struck by lightning, feeling the full weight of Naruto settled over him like a blanket forged from the sun itself. Every inch of that tanned, muscular frame pressed down against his own, shielding him from everything, a furnace of heat and terrifying safety that made him feel like he could die out of bliss right in his arms. Sasuke felt his orgasm building in his lower belly like a gathering storm, heavy and inevitable, a tight, coiling pressure that made his breath come in short, desperate sobs against Naruto's neck. Without thinking, his arms wound around Naruto's broad back, fingers digging into the dense muscle, clutching him in a trembling hug with a need that went beyond the sex itself. It was the need to have him, to own him and be owned by him, the need for Naruto to never abandon him, ever again.
Sasuke lifted his leg, the one that was free from Naruto's wight, knee bending, and wrapped his thigh over Naruto's, hooking his ankle around the back of Naruto's calf with a strength that bordered on violence, as if he could physically trap him there, as if he could lock this moment in flesh and bone and never, ever part ways again.
Then Naruto suddenly left Sasuke's length and shoved his two fingers straight back into the tight, clenching heat of Sasuke's hole.
Sasuke's head snapped toward the rain-streaked windows, deliberately turning his face away, his obsidian eyes unfocussed, black hair falling across his cheek. Even so his hands stayed locked on Naruto's shoulders, nails biting deep into the muscle, drawing new small droplets of blood that Naruto didn't even notice.
Naruto thrusted his fingers in and out in firm, deep pushes, curling them against that swollen, tender place inside Sasuke on every inward push. After a few thrusts he yanked his fingers free and returned to Sasuke's length to stroke it again, up and down, up and down, then left Sasuke's shaft again and his fingers returned to his stretched entrance, sinking them deep once more, setting a ruthless alternating rhythm; fingers, fist, fingers, fist, until Sasuke was trembling so hard the fabric of the shirt beneath him bunched and shifted.
By that point, Sasuke was whimpering uncontrollably, his voice didn't even seem like his own, and Naruto wanted to make him cum more than he had ever wanted anything in his life.
Sasuke felt like he was drowning. But then, without warning, the pleasure crested into something else entirely. It wasn't only because of the physical sensations; it was the weight of whose hands were on him. He was feeling too much. He was too nervous; he was too shaken. Everything... it was simply too much. And he couldn't bear it, he couldn't take it.
He couldn't.
He was suddenly scared. So scared. Everything felt good, terribly good. But he was scared.
The air in the armory turned to syrup, too thick to pull into his lungs, and Sasuke felt the stone floor beneath him tilt, dizziness crashed over him in a cold wave, weakening his limbs, making his grip on Naruto's shoulders falter. It was too rough, too deep, too much, too Naruto... Sasuke's heart was hammering against his sternum like it wanted to escape, his vision sparking at the edges. He couldn't breathe. He needed to breathe. He needed the world to stop moving.
Panic laced through the arousal, sharp and metallic, and the words tore out of him before he could catch them, high and fractured, his face still turned toward the rain-streaked glass: "Ah- ah- I-I can't. S-top-, s-top-" The syllables were punched out on a sob, desperate and terrified and utterly without any pride left.
Naruto froze instantly.
He raised his face from the hollow of Sasuke's shoulder, just enough to see his face properly, his blue eyes widening with terror.
Had he pushed too far?
Had he hurt him?
Had he done too much?
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