Naruto Kinks

Saku/Naru/Sasu, delayed gratification (continued).

"W-what?"

Well, that put a stop to things.

Naruto sat up abruptly, ripping the cloth blindfold from his face. Blue eyes met red, shamed, bewildered.

"Sa-suke--? What the hell is going on here?"

Naruto shifted back as if in a full-bodied cringe, awash in confused emotions, but he hadn't run yet. On reflex, Sakura snatched his wrist in a vise hold, her movement the blur of a snake bite, too panicked to better improvise--she'd trusted Sasuke's control too much. Naruto finding out wasn't part of the plan. She'd schemed in stages, figuring to convert her dark-haired teammate first.

"Wait, please, don't be disgusted. We just--" With nothing better left, it was time to fabricate. Manipulation, emotional and sexual was one of the skills at a kunoichi's disposal after all. She couldn't be blamed in her desperation. "--we thought you--we just love you and wanted to be with you--as teammates--"

But Naruto didn't look disgusted. His eyes were a little too wide but his face open if confused. If he was honest with his emotion... if anything he was mistrusting of himself rather than his closest friends. He'd thought--it wasn't normal to love a best friend like a girlfriend unless she was a girl. But he was blushing, scratching the back of his head to really consider the thought; was it okay to love two people like that if those two people loved you? He'd had weird dreams before, where sometimes Sakura was Sasuke, but didn't those things happen sometimes to normal people when they accidentally ate old pizza before bed? And the bastard in question was... in a weird predicament, looking really uncomfortable which was the best part. Naruto almost laughed but sobered again when he realized the effect that the sight of Sasuke's vulnerability had in tightening his own body, low in certain areas.

"Was this your idea?" he asked pointedly of his male teammate. "You wanted this?"

It was Sasuke's turn to blush furiously. Because it would have made him look weak to deny it, to explain he'd been duped, he couldn't say no. He averted his eyes, unhappily upholding Sakura's half-lie.

Naruto ducked his head, almost bashful at the response. He didn't know what to make of things, and Sakura's grip was bruising his forearm, but he'd heal, and he couldn't stop thinking about how he'd been doing this and that with Sakura while their other teammate was right there and-- He felt like a class idiot, but maybe in a good way. Maybe the three of them... it seemed he was the last to be clued in as usual.

"Naruto." Sakura sounded so sad and defeated--like she was swallowing blood after a hard hit on the battlefield. He hated it even if he still felt unsure and strange.

This awkwardness, this was his fault, wasn't it?

"Sorry, ah, I mean we can, umn, continue," he stumbled, the vowel sounds feeling tacky in his dry mouth. He swallowed, suddenly aware of the state of Sasuke's drooling. "But I want to see this time. I want to watch, too."

Sakura glanced to Sasuke immediately, green eyes hedged with concern but also vulnerable, hopeful. She was being a selfish girl, pushing a lot on them, but in the end wasn't this what everyone wanted? Surely if Sasuke's body had any say in it, he was at least enjoying this scenario.

Sasuke flicked narrowed eyes from one teammate to the next and didn't try to waffle around the gag. He wasn't sure he was committed to this, but he guessed maybe he was thankful in an irritating way for the position he was trapped in. It made it easier to just sit and smolder without having to snap a response he'd later regret. When they both kept staring at him, he managed the barest of a disdainful shrug.

The effort to move had reminded him that he was all hot and bothered--not just because of Sakura and her pert breasts and annoying persistence this time or the way she'd been teasing him before she'd brought their third in, or even the fact that he'd been utterly neglected after--so he was secretly relieved when his teammates accepted his usual form of consent and attempted to proceed from where they'd left off. Although a part of him just wished they'd stop and let him go and pretend this had never happened for his own dignity's sake.

Yes, he had an asshole for a lover. (And was about to gain a second, thanks to the first.)

That thought was quickly washed away when Sakura's chagrin bled into a pleasured flush--Naruto once more fingering her from behind--and she suddenly reached out to grip his throbbing erection. It was like chidori at the touch but more of a thousand fluttering, feather caresses of wing-flaps--torturous electricity in that too-much-of-a-good-thing way rather than pure pain. She was targeting his hot spots, little bundles of nerve endings, with her medical chakra.

The Uchiha jerked and cried, yet it sounded pitifully muted, and would have begged had he been able. This wasn't the first time Sakura had shown him terrifying forms of torture turned pleasure-honed as part of their teasing game, but this was the first time she'd made him lose his composure so completely. He realized with a shock that his vision had gone blurry again from his inability to hold his sharingan.

But just as always, when he thought he'd surely reached his limit, Sakura stopped. He was left panting as Sakura moved to replace her hold with Naruto's, his fingers simultaneously slick and sticky, coated with the evidence of his labor. Naruto rubbed his thumb in a semi-circular motion. He knew when to caress or jerk harder. And Sasuke didn't hate it as much as he would've thought.

Watching the two of them fuzzily move away from him again to focus on each other, he thought he might cry or murder them, or both. Why was he getting the shit end of the deal here as Sakura cowgirled Naruto and rode him like he was filling her up with the fucking Nine-tails?

And Naruto--Naruto was grinning like a jackass and murmuring, "Tell me you love me, when you do it, Sakura-chyan~." And Sakura was curling to look back at their neglected teammate as she smirked, "Sasuke-kun loves you, too."

Sasuke snarled and jerked at that, intent to break the chair, but the leather was sticking to his back, and he really couldn't move in the slightest because as always he was the biggest idiot of all for getting involved with these two, and--

In one fluid motion, Naruto flipped Sakura over, placing her right back in front of Sasuke's spread thighs, grunting and gripping her hips hard as he banged her from behind. Sweat was trickling down the side of his face like after they'd been sparring as a team. Sakura turned her full attention up at the bound Uchiha and smiled.

Very seriously and with deep green eyes, she said, "Do you want me or Naruto to suck you off?"

Yes, Sasuke thought. Yes. The emotion was boiling in his chest as he stared straight at Naruto--it was fitting, and he wanted his revenge.

When it was finally his turn, when Naruto made a rank face but followed through, swallowing him deep, so unbelievably deeply, and then pulling back to lick and suck and flick the tip of his tongue in all the right spots, Sasuke jerked and came shuddering, so hard it felt like every muscle in his body was straining impossibly all at the same time. Then he sagged, inert and heavy against the ropes, lightheaded and his vision swimming.

Naruto retched and gagged, and Sasuke managed a smirk and muffled laugh, feeling utterly content.