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Working Under Pressure
AN: Continuing because people asked me to. Not proof-read, sorry if the prose is not up to par, but well what do you expect when it's PWP. :P (Okay, really, that's not a good excuse. But I'm writing these purely for kinky fun on my part not effort. So, check out some of my ffnet stories if you're pining for the prose. I dunno why I'm trying to defend myself here... Guh.) Have a million other fics due, not sure why I updated this one instead. *I've been working on them though, promise!*
“Besides,” she added, rubbing her fingers up and down the clothed length of him. “If you want to continue after the timer goes off, you better figure out a way to get free.”
Easier said than done.
He twisted and strained his hips against the ropes, attempting to rub himself against her hand. But even that proved a pathetic failure. He could barely move himself an inch in any direction. And her palm was just resting there, unmoving. Why? Why wasn't she continuing?
He forced his whole body to relax, sagging against the tie as he closed his eyes and tried to calm his breathing. He needed to be serious about this if he wanted her pleasuring to continue.
He concentrated on molding more chakra and tried not to jerk when he felt the crotch to his pants be worked open slowly and her slender fingers slip in.
Her hands were cold, and he grunted, but she was touching him finally, exploring the length of him, and he didn't dare open his eyes. She pulled him free of his pants, caressing him gently like he was some small pet to be handled with love, working her fingers in small circles over his veins in her search for nerves. He was growing harder, unbearably stiff beneath her ministrations, cock twitching with each hot spot she uncovered.
It suddenly became difficult to concentrate on even the most basic tasks of collecting and focusing his chakra.
He tried releasing the amount he'd built up in his hands with a simultaneous tug to imitate Sakura's chakra-strength ability, but he'd never been very good at the manipulation and timing involved, and the concept was a bit difficult for him to understand aside from using it to repel against (or stick to) surfaces so needless to say he did not succeed in ripping the ropes but did manage to hurt his hands a bit. He winced, very nearly trembling from the conflicting feelings of pain and pleasure as Sakura chose that moment to blow a cool breath of air across the heated skin of his tip.
He opened his eyes to watch her in a moment of defeat. It was bad if he couldn't decide more if he wanted her to please, god, continue or just give him a minute to think.
“Do you want me to give you a clue?” she asked, licking the hint of shiny liquid which oozed from the swollen tip.
He shook his head up and down, nodding dramatically to indicate his meaning as he tried to form the words for “Yes, please,” around the wad of cloth.
He blushed some at her look of amusement for the indiscernible sounds which came out, and he couldn't stop himself from trying to say her name. God, why did that make him so hot? Just the act of denial made him want to say it more—he couldn't even form the first syllable with the way his tongue was pushed back, trapped pressing against the wad to keep the rag from moving too far back into his throat and choking him. She responded by rewarding him with several slow, long pumps, and he drooped his head forward against his chest, eyes closed, breathing heavy.
Sakura-chan. But he couldn't say it.
“There are several ways to go about it, but I think the easiest for you would revolve around focusing the shape of your chakra.”
He opened his eyes wide at the realization, sitting up more straight in the chair. That's right, with his affinity for wind it should be easy to form a cutting edge. It was true that he could split a leaf between his palms—but it required his Kage Bunshin technique to form the Wind Rasengan and his hands were currently being held apart by the ropes.
“Mn-hmph, uh.”
She kept her head angled down, trying to hide her grin. “Then you understand the dilemma.” She swirled her tongue around his ridge, unconcerned with elaborating further.
So really, she hadn't explained anything, just pointed him in a different direction for his experimentation. And her “distracting” was getting worse—er, better. She licked and sucked at his tip, gently biting at the edge and flicking her tongue along the underside, taking it in her hot mouth and moaning like it was some kind of dessert, like she actually savored the taste of him.
“Nngh.” He jerked, causing the chair to bump forward slightly in an effort to gain her attention but she only swallowed him whole, pulling back to focus her attention on fully exploring his cock with her mouth, and he stopped resisting completely, groaning as he tried to think of a way around his predicament. Distracting, it was too damn distracting.
She'd started pumping him as she sucked at his tip. He was getting closer to coming, and maybe she knew this because surely the timer was starting to run low, and maybe she was going to reward him even in the face of his failure. He sure hoped so because he wasn't daft enough to think they'd be able to continue this little pleasure session if that timer went off and he was still worthlessly bound and squirming against the chair.
Come on, Uzumaki, think. If he could form a cutting wind along his palm he should be able to extend it to the tips of his fingers. He'd cut a waterfall in half before, surely that amount of force could reach the ropes between his wrists.
And the first thing he'd do once he got free was—
And then he was suddenly there. She'd reached her free hand to knead his balls while she jerked at his cock and pulled back enough to whimper his name before swallowing him again, and he'd been holding off for too long.
The cloud of smoke caught her off-guard, and Sakura looked up to the space of the empty chair with wide, startled green eyes. “Eh?”
She reached forward to brush her fingers along a length of black cording where it hung limp and knotted across the high back of the chair. Her movements were slow, uncomprehending.
“Damn.”
She jerked, turning at the sound of Naruto's voice behind her.
“I guess they can't withstand instances of extreme pleasure either.” He sighed, working his erection slowly in one hand where he sat sprawled across the kitchen table. “And it would have been a good one.”
“When did you. . ?” Sakura let the sentence trail off, watching him pleasure himself with narrowed eyes, unsure whether to feel angered or turned-on or both.
He grinned, slipping from the table to stand in front of her; she peered up at him on hands and knees. “When you tackled me onto the couch. But more importantly,” the timer sounded in the background, signaling the arrival of his deadline, “you mentioned something about continuing, once I got out?”
“Besides,” she added, rubbing her fingers up and down the clothed length of him. “If you want to continue after the timer goes off, you better figure out a way to get free.”
Easier said than done.
He twisted and strained his hips against the ropes, attempting to rub himself against her hand. But even that proved a pathetic failure. He could barely move himself an inch in any direction. And her palm was just resting there, unmoving. Why? Why wasn't she continuing?
He forced his whole body to relax, sagging against the tie as he closed his eyes and tried to calm his breathing. He needed to be serious about this if he wanted her pleasuring to continue.
He concentrated on molding more chakra and tried not to jerk when he felt the crotch to his pants be worked open slowly and her slender fingers slip in.
Her hands were cold, and he grunted, but she was touching him finally, exploring the length of him, and he didn't dare open his eyes. She pulled him free of his pants, caressing him gently like he was some small pet to be handled with love, working her fingers in small circles over his veins in her search for nerves. He was growing harder, unbearably stiff beneath her ministrations, cock twitching with each hot spot she uncovered.
It suddenly became difficult to concentrate on even the most basic tasks of collecting and focusing his chakra.
He tried releasing the amount he'd built up in his hands with a simultaneous tug to imitate Sakura's chakra-strength ability, but he'd never been very good at the manipulation and timing involved, and the concept was a bit difficult for him to understand aside from using it to repel against (or stick to) surfaces so needless to say he did not succeed in ripping the ropes but did manage to hurt his hands a bit. He winced, very nearly trembling from the conflicting feelings of pain and pleasure as Sakura chose that moment to blow a cool breath of air across the heated skin of his tip.
He opened his eyes to watch her in a moment of defeat. It was bad if he couldn't decide more if he wanted her to please, god, continue or just give him a minute to think.
“Do you want me to give you a clue?” she asked, licking the hint of shiny liquid which oozed from the swollen tip.
He shook his head up and down, nodding dramatically to indicate his meaning as he tried to form the words for “Yes, please,” around the wad of cloth.
He blushed some at her look of amusement for the indiscernible sounds which came out, and he couldn't stop himself from trying to say her name. God, why did that make him so hot? Just the act of denial made him want to say it more—he couldn't even form the first syllable with the way his tongue was pushed back, trapped pressing against the wad to keep the rag from moving too far back into his throat and choking him. She responded by rewarding him with several slow, long pumps, and he drooped his head forward against his chest, eyes closed, breathing heavy.
Sakura-chan. But he couldn't say it.
“There are several ways to go about it, but I think the easiest for you would revolve around focusing the shape of your chakra.”
He opened his eyes wide at the realization, sitting up more straight in the chair. That's right, with his affinity for wind it should be easy to form a cutting edge. It was true that he could split a leaf between his palms—but it required his Kage Bunshin technique to form the Wind Rasengan and his hands were currently being held apart by the ropes.
“Mn-hmph, uh.”
She kept her head angled down, trying to hide her grin. “Then you understand the dilemma.” She swirled her tongue around his ridge, unconcerned with elaborating further.
So really, she hadn't explained anything, just pointed him in a different direction for his experimentation. And her “distracting” was getting worse—er, better. She licked and sucked at his tip, gently biting at the edge and flicking her tongue along the underside, taking it in her hot mouth and moaning like it was some kind of dessert, like she actually savored the taste of him.
“Nngh.” He jerked, causing the chair to bump forward slightly in an effort to gain her attention but she only swallowed him whole, pulling back to focus her attention on fully exploring his cock with her mouth, and he stopped resisting completely, groaning as he tried to think of a way around his predicament. Distracting, it was too damn distracting.
She'd started pumping him as she sucked at his tip. He was getting closer to coming, and maybe she knew this because surely the timer was starting to run low, and maybe she was going to reward him even in the face of his failure. He sure hoped so because he wasn't daft enough to think they'd be able to continue this little pleasure session if that timer went off and he was still worthlessly bound and squirming against the chair.
Come on, Uzumaki, think. If he could form a cutting wind along his palm he should be able to extend it to the tips of his fingers. He'd cut a waterfall in half before, surely that amount of force could reach the ropes between his wrists.
And the first thing he'd do once he got free was—
And then he was suddenly there. She'd reached her free hand to knead his balls while she jerked at his cock and pulled back enough to whimper his name before swallowing him again, and he'd been holding off for too long.
The cloud of smoke caught her off-guard, and Sakura looked up to the space of the empty chair with wide, startled green eyes. “Eh?”
She reached forward to brush her fingers along a length of black cording where it hung limp and knotted across the high back of the chair. Her movements were slow, uncomprehending.
“Damn.”
She jerked, turning at the sound of Naruto's voice behind her.
“I guess they can't withstand instances of extreme pleasure either.” He sighed, working his erection slowly in one hand where he sat sprawled across the kitchen table. “And it would have been a good one.”
“When did you. . ?” Sakura let the sentence trail off, watching him pleasure himself with narrowed eyes, unsure whether to feel angered or turned-on or both.
He grinned, slipping from the table to stand in front of her; she peered up at him on hands and knees. “When you tackled me onto the couch. But more importantly,” the timer sounded in the background, signaling the arrival of his deadline, “you mentioned something about continuing, once I got out?”