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A Kitsune in the Forest
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Naruto › Yaoi - Male/Male
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Naruto › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult
Chapters:
5
Views:
1,476
Reviews:
22
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Naruto, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Drabble 03 Popsicle
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03 Popsicle
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Never before had Yamato been subjected to such unholy torture…
In his 22 years of life, he’d been kidnapped, experimented on, beaten unmercifully by enemy nin, nearly died more times than he could rightly remember and had thought he’d been through some of the worst experiences that a human being could go through.
But he thought wrong.
So wrong.
And to think it all started when he treated the boy to a Popsicle.
“slurp…slurp…Mmnn, Yamato-taicho this is so good...slurp…slurp,” Naruto moaned happily as he sucked on his popsicle with vigor, “Are you sure…slurp…slurp…that you don’t want a suck?”
Yamato’s pupils dilated immediately at the question and his pants became achingly tight. He could feel his pulse accelerate and a healthy blush rise to his cheeks. Years of self control were fighting tooth and nail to keep the man calm and stop his from grabbing the blonde before him, running to the woods and having his wicked, wicked way with him. Although he doubted he’d get far, the blonde had freakishly skilled and powerful stalkers most likely watching him now.
All thoughts of stalkers dissipated as Yamato turned to look at the blonde again. Naruto was sucking that Popsicle with such gusto and force that all around him stopped and drooled. Every once in a while the blonde would pull the treat out of his mouth and lick the juices running off the Popsicle.
“Mmnn…so good.”
Sai, who had been hanging around the two to better learn human interactions, just stared at the spectacle before him. His mouth was open as though to make a comment, but nothing would come out of his mouth. It seemed for that brief moment, brain and mouth were disconnected…or rather had begun making graphic illustrations about his ‘popsicle’ in the blonde’s mouth.
As the blonde’s question floated around in his brain, the ANBU struggled to get his body under control. He felt darkly jealous of the Popsicle at the moment but tried not to let it show too much.
Yamato gulped and with much difficultly, waved the question off.
‘Control, must maintain control.’
After a few moments the blonde finished his frozen treat with a happy sigh.
Sai still wasn’t reacting to anything, just staring at the blonde’s mouth, still imagining all manner of oral relations.
“That was so good,” Naruto said sucking the juices of the Popsicle off his fingers, while his teammates stared at those fingers like a hungry man eyed a buffet, “Thank you so much for the Popsicle, taicho.”
Yamato nodded absentmindedly, “Anytime Naruto…anytime.”
03 Popsicle
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Never before had Yamato been subjected to such unholy torture…
In his 22 years of life, he’d been kidnapped, experimented on, beaten unmercifully by enemy nin, nearly died more times than he could rightly remember and had thought he’d been through some of the worst experiences that a human being could go through.
But he thought wrong.
So wrong.
And to think it all started when he treated the boy to a Popsicle.
“slurp…slurp…Mmnn, Yamato-taicho this is so good...slurp…slurp,” Naruto moaned happily as he sucked on his popsicle with vigor, “Are you sure…slurp…slurp…that you don’t want a suck?”
Yamato’s pupils dilated immediately at the question and his pants became achingly tight. He could feel his pulse accelerate and a healthy blush rise to his cheeks. Years of self control were fighting tooth and nail to keep the man calm and stop his from grabbing the blonde before him, running to the woods and having his wicked, wicked way with him. Although he doubted he’d get far, the blonde had freakishly skilled and powerful stalkers most likely watching him now.
All thoughts of stalkers dissipated as Yamato turned to look at the blonde again. Naruto was sucking that Popsicle with such gusto and force that all around him stopped and drooled. Every once in a while the blonde would pull the treat out of his mouth and lick the juices running off the Popsicle.
“Mmnn…so good.”
Sai, who had been hanging around the two to better learn human interactions, just stared at the spectacle before him. His mouth was open as though to make a comment, but nothing would come out of his mouth. It seemed for that brief moment, brain and mouth were disconnected…or rather had begun making graphic illustrations about his ‘popsicle’ in the blonde’s mouth.
As the blonde’s question floated around in his brain, the ANBU struggled to get his body under control. He felt darkly jealous of the Popsicle at the moment but tried not to let it show too much.
Yamato gulped and with much difficultly, waved the question off.
‘Control, must maintain control.’
After a few moments the blonde finished his frozen treat with a happy sigh.
Sai still wasn’t reacting to anything, just staring at the blonde’s mouth, still imagining all manner of oral relations.
“That was so good,” Naruto said sucking the juices of the Popsicle off his fingers, while his teammates stared at those fingers like a hungry man eyed a buffet, “Thank you so much for the Popsicle, taicho.”
Yamato nodded absentmindedly, “Anytime Naruto…anytime.”