The Slave of Sound

The Slave of Sound
Chapter 14

Naruto reclined back on the bed under his master’s command feeling indescribably weary. The Uchiha was being very gentle at the moment, but soon that would all change, and not for the better. But he was just too tired and heartsick to even really care. Grateful he didn’t have to act as if he wanted any of this, he stared at the pristine ceiling and waited for the hell to begin once more.

Warm and calloused hands slid up his bare legs, slowly pushing Naruto’s disheveled robe farther open with every inch gained. The touch was light enough to almost tickle, and the smooth muscles quivered with every languid pass. The belt came completely undone, and in but a moment, the robe was wide open, displaying all of the blonde to his master’s perusal.

“Close your eyes, beautiful,” Sasuke whispered, noticing that Naruto was utterly quiescent below him, unaroused. So was the Uchiha at the moment, but the raven knew that would quickly change. No one had ever excited him as quickly as his blonde did. But Sasuke was overly skilled in bedplay, and he would use every trick he’d ever learned to change his dobe’s sexual passivity.

Naruto gave him a quick, darting look of shock at the unheard of endearment, but obediently closed his eyes and tried to relax. It was harder now than before, just because of that sweet word. What new mischief was his master up to now, and how badly would it affect him?

Sasuke sensed his lover’s unease and leaned over him, nuzzling that warm velvety cheek with his lips, allowing his body to brush whisper soft against the other’s.

Naruto felt the heat of his master’s body, the lightest of touches that gave him an unpleasant jolt of awareness. A warm mouth settled on his, kissing lightly, briefly, teasing like the wings of a butterfly. A moment later, a curious tongue tip probed the blonde’s lips, and Naruto, rather bemused at this point by the Uchiha’s continued tenderness, obediently opened his mouth, stiffening slightly at the signal that wholesale pillaging was about to begin.

The ravaging never came. The touches stayed soft, sensual, teasing. The kisses deepened slowly, from a gentle rubbing of lip upon lip, to a flirtatious battle with the smaller man’s tongue. Naruto’s closed lashes flickered in confusion. Sasuke had always taken a bold and dominating approach, but now the man was teasing him, coaxing an unwilling response from him. The kisses became hotter, wetter, more intense, and Naruto began to respond despite himself.

The lips never left his, and the blonde heard and felt the rustle of sliding cloth, Sasuke’s garments slipping from the body above him.

A naked knee gently pressed his legs farther apart, and a warm and firm weight settled upon his body. The kisses continued while a hand moved up the inside of one lightly tanned leg, and then gripped that sensitive junction of groin and thigh firmly.

Naruto tensed, but the pressure stayed solid without pain, the knife edge of his master’s hand stroking lightly against the flesh of his unaroused masculinity. He felt a buzzing begin deep in his belly, and wondered what it portended. Occasionally Naruto had climaxed under Sasuke’s influence before, his body betraying him and the orgasm being unwelcome and painful. But now warmth began to flush his body as Sasuke’s mouth began to wander. Licking the point of his chin, tracing the angle of his jaw, skittering down the vulnerable column of his throat.

Sasuke felt the younger man quiver slightly, and was encouraged. He locked his mouth on the sensitive junction of throat and collar, and began to suck firmly. Fingers lightly tickled Naruto’s penis, then skated across the gentle swell of his belly to sneak up his chest.

Those treacherous fingers found two warm and soft peaks, the pads of his master’s thumbs rubbing firmly and unexpectedly over them, back and forth, in time to the forceful suckling on his throat. A bolt of sensation streaked through Naruto’s body, and a shocked mewl escaped his lips before he could censor it.

Before Naruto could react and close his emotions off to Sasuke, the kissing continued, the hands wandered erotically, and the blonde bit back another startled sound. A haze rose in his mind, flickering with unexpected flashes.

Fingers tingled, stroked, and tantalized. The sinful mouth wandered lower, and latched onto one of his stiffening nipples. Sasuke’s hips lowered, and a hard and hot member raked across a groin that Naruto hadn’t even realized was responding. The contact of hard flesh against hard flesh sent another jolt through the blonde’s body, and his blue eyes flashed open with shock, sparks of white in his vision.

“M..master.. what…”

“Shhhh…” Sasuke soothed in a husky whisper that affected Naruto like never before. “Let me love you.” Teeth nipped at the point where his seal lay, unseen and dormant for seven years, a tongue drilled slowly into his navel.

The novel sensations, never before felt and barely even dreamed of, began to undermine Naruto’s reserve. He began to pant softly, quivering with unexpected pleasure.

His master slipped lower, that maddening hard heat leaving what felt like a white hot furrow in Naruto’s inner thigh, and lower. He was bewildered, confused. He had expected pain, but it had never come, only pleasure. A dim thought flickered in his mind that this would only make his master’s cruelty that much harder to bear, and then he could think no more.

There was a soft tug of teeth on the silken floss between his thighs, and then a hot kiss to the swollen underside of his shaft. A broad flat lick brought his master’s lips to the reddened tip of Naruto’s erection, where a shining bead of dew was waiting.

A helpless cry of pleasure was wrenched from the blonde’s throat as a blindingly hot and maddeningly wet sheath suddenly encased his cock. He arched up, unable to resist, and met only more heat, more wetness, more pressure encasing him with exquisite pleasure. And at that point, Naruto was lost.

He writhed, he shook, and he moaned, fingers tangling thoughtlessly deep into the dark hair moving slowly and insanely between his legs. Fingers stroked his tightened scrotum so lightly he thought he might scream. The mouth and hands and body on his continued to move, to excite, to tease and bewitch him and he could not escape the mindbending sensations.

Naruto melted into the ensorceling heat and pleasure that overcame him. He couldn’t think, couldn’t speak, and it grew greater with every passing moment. He began to reach for something he really couldn’t understand anymore, and groaned when it was withheld from him again and again.

Cool and wet fingers teased the tightly crinkled entrance to his body, darting, light caresses, teasing probes, and the hot sucking on his penis just wouldn’t stop! Naruto didn’t have time to be afraid, or to dread what he would have known was coming if he’d been in his right mind.

But he wasn’t. He was lost in sensation, strayed into the land of pleasure, and that knowing finger that tunneled deeper and deeper and unerringly found that spot in him that had forced bitter climaxes on him before. But the touch now was slow, and lingering, rubbing maddeningly to the point that the blonde began to rock, and growl and gasp.

“P…please… please… master…” Blunt nails dug fiercely into the warm flesh of Sasuke’s back, slim and sleek legs locked around his waist to better thrust up against the pleasure so intense it made him feel faint.

The mouth departed abruptly, but Naruto didn’t have time to mourn, to miss it, because a hard slick hand took over, pumping his over sensitized member almost roughly, and he bucked frantically, trying to capture more of that pressure, that pleasure, that delicious friction.

“Yes, Naruto,” Sasuke growled softly, rising up and pushing firmly against the blonde’s body.

Naruto felt the hard wet tip of his master’s penis against him, and instead of shying away, he welcomed it. Despite his miserable past, he instinctively knew this was what he was waiting for, what he needed, what he had to have.

Sasuke pushed deep, aided by excessive amounts of oil and a well used passage. He slid into the hilt, deliberately angling himself so that the meaty head of his cock rubbed almost brutally over his blonde’s prostate.

A high thin wail exploded from Naruto’s mouth. He arched helplessly, legs dropping to the bed so that his heels could dig into the giving surface of the mattress and force his body higher, impaling himself on that deliciously hard spike that speared his very soul. His back bent into an impossible arch.

“Slow d… down, koi,” Sasuke stammered, almost overcome himself. Naruto was so damn responsive now! The sheath of his dobe’s core rippled and pulsed around him, and Naruto’s writhing wasn’t helping at all. The blonde’s whiskered cheeks were flushed with arousal, heat, desire. For the first time his beautiful blond matched him in ardor. And the pleasure was so much greater than anything he’d ever felt, or even imagined.

Sasuke froze at that impossible depth, trying to regain control of the moment, to soothe his overheated, over stimulated lover. But it was so damn hard!

Naruto’s entire body glowed in a blush of excitement, his eyes were half open, the brilliant blue glazed over with passion, burning with arousal. Those delectable lips were open, a faint hint of even white teeth, as the blonde lost control. He cried, he moaned, he gasped and mewled and begged for more. He twisted in Sasuke’s arms, bucked and thrust against his lover’s body. The heat and crushing pressure of that tight and throbbing channel sucked him deeper, harder.

To see his blonde so lost in excruciating pleasure and complete abandon was Sasuke’s undoing. Naruto was too close, too excited, and could not be stopped. Sasuke could feel it. And he was taking Sasuke right along with him.

The raven’s control snapped as well, and he began to thrust; hard and deep and so very, very satisfying to both of them. With the last vestiges of coherency, Sasuke made sure that each and every one of them slid firmly over the younger man’s most sensitive spot, drawing a near scream from Naruto every time. Sasuke’s hand began to move erratically over the blonde’s throbbing organ, which twitched and jerked violently as the smaller man came abruptly with a scream that shook with windows.

“N…Naruto!” Sasuke watched his lover come wildly, a burning wet rush over his fingers, and he followed immediately.

They froze together, hot and wet and unbearably sensitive, feeling every throb and pulse and tick of each other bodies, a hurricane of breath and heartbeat.

And then they collapsed in a tangle of limbs, sweaty, sticky, exhausted, and utterly spent.