An Indecent Affair

Chapter 33
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The business jacket was the last article of clothing to go and Neji shivered, feeling more exposed than before, but Sasuke rubbed his arms offering comfort and warmth, and Neji became relaxed once again.

"Do you trust me?"

That question slightly confused him and he turned to gaze into the searching opal eyes of his partner to see his sincerity along with the glittering light of his passion. Sasuke bared so much solely for him when he kept his deepest emotions hidden from everyone else. How could he not lay his faith in him after all he'd done to gain his favour?

"Y-yes," he said, without further hesitation, but his voice was not as confident as he would have liked, a detail that did not slip by Sasuke.

He reached out to take Neji's hand in his and brought it to the burning arousal at his groin, watching carefully for the shift in the older man's countenance that reflected on his highly expressive face. He could pin-point the exact moment vague innocence became alarmed precognition; felt the very second the tendons his soft hands flexed in reluctance, yet he did not pull away. Had Sasuke discerned the slightest hint of revulsion from Neji's expression or touch, he would have brought an end to this right then and there but cautious fingers clenched lightly around his clothed shaft and an animalistic growl bubbled deep within the Uchiha's chest. "Neji," it was becoming hard to enunciate anything other than grunts or moans with fingers testing the size and strength of his cock, so, before all the blood drained from the part of his brain that controlled speech, Sasuke beseeched his lover to bring an end to his torment. "I want you... badly," he stressed his need, unintentionally thrusting his hips into the palm of his hand. "It will be painful, at first, but I promise it will get better."

Neji kept his head low and it was difficult to gauge his response to these words, but before he could allow him too much time to dwell on the negatives, Sasuke continued. "I want you to enjoy this too and I'm going to do everything I possibly can to make sure you do. I just want you to know that, no matter how bad it gets, that I would never intentionally do anything to hurt you."

Neji said nothing; did nothing after that, and the silence between them stretched on for what seemed like an eternity, until Sasuke reached the end of his patience and cupped his partner's face, tilting his head back until grey eyes met black. His eyebrows were knitted together in harsh consternation and his teeth were embedded deep within his lower lip. He took on the guise of one who did not understand the English language and, had it not been for the sickly pallor of Neji's complexion, Sasuke would have believed he somehow blocked out everything that was said to him.

'It was only fair,' Neji kept telling himself over and over again. Throughout their brief history of intimacy, he could never recall an instance where Sasuke had achieved an orgasm. It had only been him, had always been him, and he only came to that startling realization now that he thought about it. It was only fair. He couldn't expect Sasuke to keep catering to his desire while perpetually ignoring his own. The man had already made too many sacrifices to his social and sexual life... it was only fair.

"Y- yeah," Neji nodded erratically, like a bobble-head doll on the dashboard of a car driving through an off-road gravel pit. He took a few steps back, putting just about an arm's length distance between them and his somewhat frantic gaze darted about the room, avoiding anything that occupied the space directly in front of him. "It's only fair," Sasuke heard him mutter out loud to no one in particular amidst, "I don't want to be selfish," and "You deserve this." For a moment, Sasuke was afraid he'd pushed him to the point of mental breakdown, but then Neji did something he never would have dreamed even imaginable and his charcoal black eyes nearly fell out of their sockets as he watched his bashful Neji turn around, lean over the table, hike his shirt up to his waist and stick his ass out towards him.

"O-okay," he whimpered through tightly clenched teeth. "I'm ready."

Sasuke heard the sharp intake of air through his nostrils and could tell he was holding his breath in preparation, as if the coiled muscles in his powder-white ass was not hint enough that he'd tensed his body from head to toe, like a child about to get their first injection. He was expecting to feel pain and, after that little speech he just gave, Sasuke couldn't fault him for being afraid. But, if he entered him like that, drawn tighter than a boa constrictor, the pain was sure to be so intense Neji would probably never want to have homosexual intercourse ever again. The worst case scenario being that he'd scare him straight.

Trying to tell him to relax would be a waste of breath and Sasuke sincerely wished he'd kept his yap shut. But he'd wanted to be honest and he thought Neji deserved to know the truth, and now, instead of getting hot and heavy, he had to start all over again.

'Nice going, dumbass,' he berated himself, knowing that that chastisement came from sergeant dick and not his conscience.

Sasuke moved to sit casually on the desk at Neji's side and looked in amusement at his eyes snapped close and his teeth clamped together. The staunch Hyuuga looked humorously constipated like that and Sasuke would have waited and observed how long he could hold that pose if he didn't think he might end up hurting himself if he stayed that way for too long.

"Baby," Sasuke addressed him coolly, trying to hold in his laughter and keep his voice at an even tone as possible. "What are you doing?"

Neji should be the one asking him that question and he pried open his eyes, confused as to why Sasuke was standing next to him and not behind him. "Don't... don't you want to... put it in me?"

"Eventually," he said as if it were an afterthought. "But I figured you'd like a little foreplay first."

Neji turned the colour of salmon and shot upright, pulling his skirt back down as Sasuke laughed outright at his expense. "Sorry, I thought you-- I misunderstood," he stammered and awkwardly shifted his weight from one leg to the other. Even when he was embarrassed down to his very soul, he retained a certain formality in his mannerisms and he pushed his glasses high on his nose with his fingers before locking his hands behind his back for lack of anything better to do with them.

"It's alright," Sasuke chuckled grabbing him by the waist to pull him into his lap, and Neji took the enticing initiative to straddle his hips, without goading or instruction from his mate. "Mmmn," Sasuke purred and pressed their midsections together, thrusting his crotch suggestively against the other man's. "What brought this on all of a sudden?"

Neji's eyes widened, slightly aghast and he moved as if to climb off him. "Oh, sorry... I thought you wanted me to--"

"No need to apologize," Sasuke assured him and drew him closer, preventing an unwanted retreat. "I'm enjoying this, and I can tell you are too," and he was referring, of course, to Neji's slightly stiff erection. "Are you this hard already?" he asked with one eyebrow, and one corner of his lip, raised.

Neji squirmed again, as if trying to get off the desk, but Sasuke refused to let him go. "I'm sorry... I don't know why that happened," he replied, his voice no higher than a cracked whisper.

"You need to stop apologizing so much," his younger lover assuaged him with a light peck against the tip of his nose.

"I know, I'm sorry. I'm just really nervous. I- I don't know what I'm supposed to do," he admitted. Fear and anxiety evident in his voice.

Sasuke took pity on him then. It wasn't Neji's fault that he'd developed an aversion towards intimacy. It wasn't normal for any red-blooded man to be so afraid of sex that he shunned even the simple act of kissing. Thankfully, he'd brought Neji out of that mire, but the mere mention of that three letter word terrified him when it should excite him. Sasuke longed for the day when he could ask Neji if he wanted to have sex and the Hyuuga would turn to him with an expression that read 'Finally! I thought you'd never ask!' and not one that said 'Do we have to?'.

"You're supposed to enjoy it," Sasuke stated simply. Really that was all there was to it. It was all Sasuke expected of him and all he wanted in return. "Don't look at me like that," the Uchiha frowned when his lover gave him a look of hapless disbelief. "I know you think that's a load of bullshit, and I don't expect you to take my word for it but, remember this: Your entire body's going to be covered in sweat and go numb with pleasure, and your throat's going to be sore from all the yelling, screaming and moaning you're going to be doing, and that's all before I even stuff you full of my cock. But when I do, you'll be so damned horny you won't even notice the pain."

Neji thought he was going to black out and he felt himself fall backwards as the supporting grip he had on Sasuke's shoulders became slack. He wanted that! The numbness, the sore throat... everything! He wanted it all, and he opened his mouth to voice his request but the only sound that came was a wanton gasp and Sasuke took it into his mouth when he leaned forward to capture Neji's lips in a brutal kiss. He responded eagerly, his lips parting slightly to accommodate an almost abusive tongue that shoved roughly against his own and grazed along the sharp, even ridges of his teeth.

Sasuke's hands roamed everywhere, stroking his thighs, kneading his backside and caressing his arms and sides. They made their way up the smooth column of his neck and slipped behind his head, where the feather-soft strands of hair at the nape tickled his fingertips. Long fingers threaded their way into the elaborate coiffure and, with no more than three firm tugs, he freed the silky, black mane, spilling his hair over his shoulders and back and sent the clips raining to the floor.

Sasuke left a trail of love bites along his jaw and made his way down his ivory neck, stopping to tease the bruise he placed there earlier with his tongue before licking his way across the slope of his trapezius muscle. The thin strap of his camisole proved to be a minor obstacle but he took it between his teeth and dragged it off his shapely shoulders before doing the same with the other. The sheer material seemed to glide down his arms with the lack of support and Sasuke stared with lidded eyes as his heaving chest and pretty, pink nipples came into view. A low moan settled between them and, whether it came from one or the either, Sasuke wasn't sure, but when he leaned forward to take one of the hardened nubs into his mouth, another one tore through his throat.

He closed his lips around it, sucking it deep into his mouth to graze the tip of his wet tongue across the bud and areole before releasing it on a tender kiss. The ministrations were slow and deliberate. Sasuke took his time to savour the taste and texture of his lover's teat, but Neji found the attention borderline negligent and he whimpered and writhed restlessly in his lap until the Uchiha had no choice but to be compliant lest Neji wriggled his way out of his grasp and fall backwards onto the floor.

Sasuke reclined atop the surface of his table, a stack of papers conveniently pillowed beneath his head and he pulled his horny, little minx a little further from the precarious cliff so he was now sitting on his abdomen, much to the disappointment of his shaft which now lost the company of his naked cock and balls. That didn't stop Neji from seeking the friction against his stomach, however, and he rubbed his arousal into the dark-grey, cotton shirt. But the young socialite didn't give two shits that it was expensive Armani, or that Neji was smearing his cock juice all over the material, instead, he lifted the other man's skirt so he could watch him leave a dirty mess over three hundred dollars worth of fabric.

"You like to hump things, don't ya, baby?" Sasuke groaned, cupping one of his ass-cheeks in his free hand and giving it a not-too-gentle squeeze. "God, you're like a dog in heat, rubbing its dick all over everything."

Neji clapped a hand over his mouth and his body convulsed with humiliation, his face contorted and his eyes screwed shut as if to stop himself from crying, and Sasuke felt like the biggest bastard on the face of the planet. He should have known he wasn't ready for dirty talk yet. Hell, he couldn't even give the man a complimentary innuendo without him turning seven shades of red.

He really needed to keep his mouth shut.

"Shh, Neji it's okay. I didn't mean it derogatively," he quickly explained and dragged the Hyuuga's hand away from his mouth to offer apologetic kisses on his fingertips. "Did that make you uncomfortable?"

Neji opened his eyes then and, realizing that he hadn't meant to make fun of him, shook his head with uncertainty. While he couldn't lie and say that he was fine with it, the comparison made him feel... dirty, like some kind of shameful animal and, even though it was disgraceful to imagine himself as some rutting pet, humping his master's leg, excitement tingled faintly within him because he was Sasuke's filthy, little pet. "Wh- what type of dog?" And the words were already out of his mouth before he could stop himself from uttering them.

Sasuke paused for a full three seconds before he was sure he heard what he thought he'd just heard. A playful grin spread across his lips and he further engaged Neji in this game by reaching out to lightly scratch behind his ear. "Let's see," he appraised him thoughtfully to determine the most appropriate breed. If Sasuke took into consideration that he was one of the big dogs, more accurately, the Doberman (he'd played this game before), then Neji was one of the toy breed dogs. The kind that fell over onto its back when one of its larger relatives nudged it in the side with their nuzzle. Although timid by nature Neji wasn't afraid to arch his back and growl when backed into a corner and, if necessary, bite his aggressor in an act of self defense and preservation. He was curiously intelligent and independent, capable of seeking his own entertainment and, as much as he didn't rely on the company of others, he relished in affectionate attention whenever he received it. And it was already blatantly obvious that he was the submissive one when confronted by another male of the species.

"You're shy, passive-aggressive and you fit so comfortably in my lap," and Sasuke bucked his hips beneath him for emphasis. "You're definitely a Yorkie."

Yes, that suited him perfectly.

Neji made a face. He was hoping to be one of the more idyllic breeds, like the Labrador or Border Collie, not a miniature terrier, but Sasuke started petting his swollen member and any protests he had were quelled almost instantly.

"Do you like that?" Sasuke asked, his voice seductively thick, and Neji nodded, quite enjoying it actually. "Then why aren't you wagging your tail?"

All the colour drained from Hyuuga's beautiful face and he gaped, utterly flabbergasted by the suggestion. At first Neji thought it was a slang term used to describe a sexual act, like 'giving head' or 'choking the chicken', but the elvish expression on the younger man's face meant that it was to be taken in a literal context.

Oh God, he was actually serious, and Neji didn't want to do it... couldn't do it. His body was paralyzed with apprehension, his pride advising him not to sink to that level. But Sasuke was persistent, this being the one instance he would force his lover to comply and his hand stopped its endearments, causing the other man to whimper sadly by the loss of attention. "Do your trick for me and I'll give you a treat."

If it was possible to die from embarrassment, Neji was sure he was going to keel over on Sasuke's chest, but he took a deep breath, closed his eyes and shut out the threatening voices in his head before shaking his hips rapidly from side to side.

"Good boy," Sasuke rewarded him with a few vigorous strokes that got him moaning in contentment, making the two seconds of shameful behaviour worth it, and the Uchiha firmly believed that, with a little cajoling, training and encouragement, Neji might actually become a fan of erotic humiliation.

He was ready to come again. His shaft was just as hard as before and pulsed intermittently within the tight sheath of Sasuke's fist. But his lover wasn't about ready to let him reach his second release just yet and he stopped his ministrations as quickly as he'd started. No, he was going to make Neji earn this one to make up for all his premature ejaculations in the past.

Neji wagged his tail again, hoping to get that hand started, and when the third attempt failed to get him what he wanted, he resorted back to humping the other man's stomach. But Sasuke admonished him with a harsh 'No!' and flicked a blunt fingernail against the sensitive head, ripe with blood. It sent a sharp jolt of pain along his shaft, straight down to his testicles and to the back of his spine and Hyuuga halted all movement on a muted yelp then looked down at his lover questioningly. Sasuke was relieved that he didn't find hurt or betrayal in his eyes, which only confirmed his earlier hypothesis that Neji was a bit of a closet masochist. He just sat there, eagerly awaiting an explanation, or some sort of command and, even though Neji was apparently willing to fulfill his obedient puppy dog role, Sasuke decided to continue their roleplay later and explore his submissive boundaries in more depth then. But, right now, his dam was near to bursting and he hadn't even prepared him yet.

He slipped both his arms around Hyuuga's waist and lightly cupped his backside, gently kneading the flesh there. "That's enough for now," and he spread his mounds, seeking out the hidden entrance with questing fingers.

Foreplay was officially over, it seemed, and Sasuke was ready to get down to business. Neji had been enjoying it all up until now, truly he had, but the invasive probing brought with it a tide of unpleasant emotions and he pulled away, effectively dislodging the intrusive digit.

Sasuke frowned, and not because Neji rejected his advancements. That was an obstacle he could easily maneuver with some persuasion, the problem was that his passage was too dry and he was pretty sure he hadn't any lubricant on him. He swore openly, then lifted Neji over to one side so he could push himself off the table, being mindful to handle him gently so he wouldn't think his anger was directed at him.

Neji became panicked as he watched the younger man take an agitated breath and thread stressed fingers through his tousled hair. Was it over? Did his demurring and prudent behaviour finally cause Sasuke to give up on him? "Sasuke, did I do something wrong?"

He almost didn't hear him over the slamming of drawers as he searched his desk for a tube he may or may not have kept stashed in the office. When one failed to turn up he decided it was time to get creative. "No, babe. I'm just looking for something I can use for lubrication."

Neji was never more perplexed in his life than he was at that moment and he would have offered to help in his quest if he knew exactly what it was Sasuke was looking for. "Lubrication?" he queried. "For what?"

"For you," was all he offered in return as he tossed all the contents out of the bottom-most drawer onto the floor.

Thin eyebrows met across his forehead and Neji folded his lips between his teeth in silent contemplation. "But I already moisturized today," he said without giving the situation enough rational thought, because really, Neji wasn't that dense and, if he'd stopped to think on it a bit longer, he would have understood, instead of coming to the asinine conclusion that dry skin was a turn-off for the other man.

Sasuke groaned, and cynical humor bubbled within his chest as if he'd just heard one of Naruto's painfully corny jokes. He abandoned his search so he could confront his lover's refreshing innocence and give him a passionate kiss on the mouth. "God, you're so cute when you're clueless." He didn't feel the need to verbally educate his sheltered student, opting, instead, to show him. "Up here," Sasuke pounded the table twice, after clearing some space for him, with an autocratic palm. "On your elbows and knees."

The Hyuuga was torn. They were switching between activities so rapidly and everything was happening at such an accelerated pace he didn't know what to expect. It was exciting, to say the least, but this constant delaying of the inevitable only made him more unnerved. The longer it took them to copulate, the better, but if Sasuke was going to have sex with him now, he wanted him to do it soon and get it over with. Neji slowly climbed onto the desk, his arms and legs shivering with equal parts apprehension and anticipation. He got down on first, one elbow, then the other, and he hated how his skirt seemed to crawl to the top of his ass as if it had a mind of its own. Sasuke brushed the clothing out of the way, leaving his lower body completely exposed to his ravenous gaze and, without wasting another minute dropped his head to press his lips and tongue against the quivering sphincter.

Neji squealed in astonishment and dropped to his side, scampering back and pulling his legs up to block his private parts from further molestation. Sasuke worried his brow as he watched the older man lick his lips nervously and avoid eye-contact.

Okay, so analingus was a definite no-no.

"Sasuke... why? D-don't do that," Neji pleaded softly, pulling the pleats of his skirt protectively over his derriere.

"I'm sorry, Neji, but it's the only way," he began to elucidate. "You're too dry in there. If I'm having trouble with one finger it will be difficult to get anything else to fit," and he hinted to his crotch with a downward cast of his eyes.

Now the Hyuuga understood the purpose of the lubrication, and while he was grateful for his boyfriend's consideration, he was wary of the alternate method he chose as a last resort. "Can't you use something else?"

Sasuke shook his head. If he could, he would, but there was nothing within the room that made a reasonable substitute and the any other liquids would be toxic to the body.

"But... that's unhygienic," Neji argued.

Sasuke gave a nonchalant shrug. "I know."

"What if you get sick?"

"I'm willing to take that risk."

"But... are you sure?"

"It's for your own comfort."

Who knew sex between two men could be so complicated and Neji chewed frantically on his lower lip, trying to come up with some other option.

Sasuke smiled patiently down at him and cupped his face, stroking his flushed cheek with a broad thumb. He would have told him he'd done this sort of thing before and didn't mind it at all, but Neji seemed put off entirely just by the subject alone and he didn't know how the man would react to him after that. Usually, Sasuke wouldn't care if his partner thought he was disgusting or never wanted to kiss him again. The act was definitely a taboo and there were real health risks involved for both participants, but he knew exactly what he was doing and had done his research. He knew how to prevent spreading an infection to his mate and was prepared to deal with any he may wind up catching.

"Neji, do you remember when I asked you to trust me?"

The man nodded, but if he'd known in advance that he was expected to cast his lot in something like this, he would have said no. Sasuke gestured to the analog clock that hung high on the wall to his left. "Keep your eyes on that clock and I want you to give me two minutes. If, after that time has passed, and you want me to stop, say so and I will. All I ask is two minutes."

There was something to be said about making deals with the devil, at least, that was what his conscience warned him. But his lust flared unchecked and convinced him that the tingling that coursed through his body earlier was pleasure and not repugnance. This was one of those things that society deemed 'immoral', that only a person with a sick and depraved mind would engage themselves in, much less enjoy. But, if he liked it, and Sasuke wanted to do it, then where were the victims?

Rationale tried to debunk that flawed argument by reminding him that society deemed it 'immoral' for a reason. Much like necrophilia and bestiality.

'Which do not occur between two consenting adults, such is the case here,' was the second voice's rebuttal. 'And really, do you want to be thinking about such things right now?'

It had a point, and Neji was more repulsed by those thoughts than a tongue on his backside ever could. Besides, not ten minutes ago had he came with Sasuke's mouth all over his rump but, this time, there was no underwear to act as some sort of protective barrier. But the concept remained the same...

Right?

"Neji?" Sasuke grew concerned, unaware of the moral struggle taking place inside his lover's head. Eventually, one side ruled out over the other and he slowly turned around to prostrate himself before him once again, his misty, grey eyes glued to the second hand on the clock.

Two minutes would be over long before he knew it. He could endure something like this for just two minutes. But he barely lasted two seconds because, when the tip of Sasuke's nose barely grazed his coccyx he wanted to renege and call the whole thing off.

Sasuke knew there was no time to be casual. He worked fast, dutifully stretching and moistening the muscles that clenched reflexively around his tongue. Sasuke tested him with one finger, satisfied when it slid in much easier than before and he glanced at the clock to see that he had just over a minute and a half left before dipping his head and resuming his mission.

Neji counted each agonizingly slothful tick in his head, needing something to occupying his mind so he wouldn't concentrate on what was going on behind him, but teasing fingers pressed lightly against his perineum and ghosted across the raphe that stretched across his scrotum and the underside of his penis, making it difficult to ignore. Warm liquid dripped onto Sasuke's knuckles and he became aware of the rivulets of precum that leaked from his bobbing tip and trickled down his thighs, leaving puddles on the polished mahogany.

Neji was truly exquisite. Always saying or doing something unintentionally that drove him insane with lust. But he had to keep focused on this important task and, with just under a minute left, he was able to slide two fingers in with minimal resistance. Sasuke pulled his fingers out and Neji sobbed, not because it hurt but because he wanted them back in.

"Stick your ass out a little more for me."

Hyuuga bit into his lower lip, contemplating whether or not he should comply, but a "Good boy!" from Sasuke let him know that he'd already done it subconsciously. Sasuke used his thumbs to spread his anus, the loose muscles now able to open wider than before. He gathered a copious amount of spittle within his mouth before salivating over him, paying meticulous attention to the hole that swallowed the fluid almost thirstily. Two fingers entered to spread the make-shift lubrication around, thrusting twice before retreating to allow another generous serving of saliva to pour over him. He did this four or five more times before a cursory check alerted him that his time was almost up and, after coating his entrance with one more mouthful, he was able to fit three fingers with just a bit of perseverance.

He was still very tight, practically crushing the knuckles in his fingers whenever he clenched reflexively around them. Sasuke knew he was going to have to set a slow pace if he wanted Neji to accommodate his size but that might be easier said than done because never, in all his sex life, had Sasuke Uchiha ever fucked somebody compassionately.

Fifteen seconds passed and Sasuke found it odd that Neji hadn't used his safeword yet. He decided to test a theory by removing his fingers and planting a light, open mouthed kiss against his rectum. The man shivered then moaned, but said nothing after that, even when Sasuke shoved his tongue deep within his warm passage, he cried out but gave no indication that he was even aware the time was up. Sasuke took advantage of this window of opportunity and speared his insides again, maliciously drooling all over his ass and testicles until Neji was kneeling in a pool of spit and precum and the Uchiha's salivary glands were all but dehydrated.

Neji panted breathlessly, on the verge of hyperventilation. He was dreading this the moment Sasuke put his mouth on him, helplessly watching the seconds crawl by but, by the time the hand made two complete revolutions, he'd surrendered himself wholly to the new and amazing sensations. Neji knew very well that the two minutes were up, he just refused to say anything.

Sasuke gave him respite and helped him onto his back, pushing him further up on the desk to find room to lift his feet on the surface as well and Neji quickly relaxed into the comfortable position.

"You okay, baby?" Sasuke's voice pierced the light hum within his head and his mate nodded slowly, vaguely aware that a heavy hand tenderly stroked his knees that were now damp and slightly red. His young lover held the pits of his knees within his grip and parted his legs in a rather obscene manner, but they didn't stay that way for very long and, when he pulled his hands away to open his fly, Neji drew his legs back together out of automatic modesty.

Sasuke chuckled, then tried again, this time instructing Neji to hold his legs and keep them spread-eagled. "Good boy," and he praised him by graciously slipping those three fingers inside him.

Neji arched his back at the welcome intrusion, a high-pitched moan tearing itself from deep within his throat. It wasn't as unbearable as the first entry but Sasuke noticed his eyes clench shut at the minor discomfort and he decided to spend a little more time stretching him.

Up until now, he had purposefully avoid a particular area that he knew Neji would benefit from some stimulation. He didn't want to disillusion his inexperienced lover jut yet and wanted save it for his trump card, but mischievous curiosity won out and he rotated his wrist, barely grazing the flat of his fingernails against it, and the reaction he got from the other man nearly made him cream himself.

Neji felt something spark deep within him, causing subsequent jolts of indescribable pleasure to travel along his spine. His body jerked violently on a hoarse yell as his hips lifted two inches off the table while his stomach muscles contracted almost painfully. His heart started racing, he felt hot all over and his skin tingled everywhere. Neji was certain he'd just had an orgasm, but he didn't ejaculate, and the thrill lasted only briefly that, if it weren't for the symptoms of release, he would have sworn it never even happened.

Neji looked down between his legs, his face red as he shamelessly rocked his hips, wantonly seeking that elusive sensation again and Sasuke would have found humour in his adorable attempts if he wasn't bull-raging hard right now.

"What's wrong?" he asked through a throat tight with need even though he knew damn well what had Neji so bothered .

The older man whimpered in frustration when he was unable to emulate that feeling again and he laid his head back against the desk to look up at the ceiling and try to forget about it. "N-Nothing," he replied on a low contemplative whisper.

"Are you sure?" Sasuke attempted to coax an answer from him but Neji merely nodded, finding it too embarrassing to tell him.

What on earth just happened to him? Was it a fluke? Did it mean something was wrong with him? Had Sasuke somehow injured a nerve inside of him? It didn't feel like pain... No, it had definitely been a pleasurable experience, but what could have caused it? Neji was suddenly scared. He didn't know if it... whatever it was, would happen again, or when. This was definitely a cause for alarm, and he considered voicing his concerns to Sasuke and ask him to stop, but his jaw dropped and his larynx convulsed on a throaty yell when 'it' happened again.

He felt Heaven without actually seeing it. His past, present and future congregated into this one apex of his existence and he knew he'd reached the venerated state of enlightenment that every human being craved.

Sasuke rubbed his prostate again, shocking him back to reality, and Neji came alive, bucking wildly against his hand and bending his body into an exquisite arch on the table. Sasuke was unable to take his eyes off him and he watched Neji's chest heave, expelling the sexiest noises he'd ever heard through wet, rosy lips, and his face contorted into an expression so exotic Sasuke believed he was defiling one of God's very own angels.

Neji came on a long, loud yell and Sasuke fisted his other hand around his spasming shaft, capturing his release into his hand, and while the other man basked in his second orgasm, Sasuke coated his own member with Hyuuga's seed, prepping it for work. He didn't give him a chance to fully recover though, and climbed atop the desk, crawling over him before guiding his cock to his puckered anus, slowly entering him.

Shit, but he was tight and Sasuke's groan became increasingly louder the further he advanced inside his lover. His hot, wet insides compressed around him, the pressure threatening to crush him into ground meat, but it felt so good, Sasuke couldn't help but bury himself deeper even though the threat of penile implosion seemed very real.

Neji was still reeling from his climax and his inner walls fluttered around the fleshy rod that impaled him. His peak was enough to distract him from the initial invasion but Sasuke's girth was broader than three of his fingers and the widths to which he was now stretched to fit him all caused burning, stinging and tearing. It was all too reminiscent of that time and Neji tried to keep his eyes open and locked on the man above him who seemed to be enduring his own pain, and he solemnly wondered, if sex was too troublesome for either of them, then why did Sasuke persist?

His young lover held his position, giving his older partner time to become accustomed to the obtrusion, because he knew that if he moved, even a fraction of an inch, he would lose all control and pummel him mercilessly. Every nerve, every tendon within his body was drawn taut as a bow and Sasuke clenched his teeth against the delicious shivers that danced throughout his body.

He counted backwards, each number spaced far and evenly apart, but when he got to seven, Neji called his name on the prettiest voice he'd ever heard and his self-control crumbled.

"Oh God, Neji!" Sasuke groaned weakly, his hips starting to move of their own accord. "What have you done?"

He was puzzled, not to mention perturbed that he'd done something wrong, then Sasuke was slowly retreating from his body, confirming his worst fear, and Neji subconsciously clamped around him, trying to draw him back in.

Sasuke felt those firm, hot muscles close around the head of his shaft, trapping the throbbing glans behind the sphincter for a moment before it slipped out with a wet 'pop'. He groaned and pressed his perspiring forehead into Neji's shoulder and grabbed his phallus to squeeze it... hard, compensating for the sudden lack of decompression. It was no use fighting, he'd already lost. His traitorous body was swept up by the raging tide of lust and he abandoned all temperance and steeled himself for re-entry.

"Ohh, fuuuck," Sasuke whimpered nasally. Entering him the second time had been just as sweet as the first, and Sasuke's thighs felt as if they were made of warm butter and his toes curled as he pushed himself all the way to the hilt.

He brushed Neji's prostrate, wrenching a thick moan from the Hyuuga's lungs. He pulled back and tried again and watched as his lover threw his head back against the desk, baring his long, elegant neck. "You like that, huh babe?" Sasuke cooed, making sure to hit that bullseye every time.

Neji couldn't speak, he was having enough trouble getting air to his lungs as it was. His vision was blurry and he was losing all cognizance of location and time, but Sasuke's voice and scent were enough to let him know he was still safe, and Neji allowed himself to succumb to hysteria.

It was so good. It felt so good. It was everything Sasuke told him it was going to be. It was so hot, his flesh was burning like he was on fire, but it still felt so good. So damned good. His senses peaked and he was aware of every bead of sweat that dripped from his skin. He heard their breathing, every gasp, every pant, as clear as gale rushing through the trees: Sasuke's voice, calling him; the sound of wet skin slapping against wet skin. Neji clawed at his broad shoulders and the fine texture of his shirt was like the roughest sandpaper. He never wanted this to end, but he knew he was close, but he wasn't hard... it was maddening.

Sasuke knew he wasn't going to last much longer either. He'd been anticipating this moment for so long now that weeks of abstinence and sexual denial finally caught up to him, and he came, right after Neji experienced his first dry orgasm.

Neji sobbed throatily, delirious with pleasure. His skin had become so hypersensitive that the touch of his clothes had him writhing against the desk and it didn't help that he was twisting and tugging Sasuke's semi-hard cock in the most uncomfortable manner. Shit, he was still cumming and Sasuke groaned desperately, wincing as he shot what was probably his fifth load into the other man. Had he been deprived this much?

It was a long while later before his post-coital haze dissipated and his strength returned enough for him to push himself off the table. His flaccid member slid out easily, unplugging a dam of his semen to pour out of Neji's ass and onto the desk.

Sasuke cursed, grateful that he'd had the foresight to move any important documents and he helped his exhausted lover into a seating position before searching for tissue for him to clean himself. No sooner had he turned his back did Neji collapse to the table like a lifeless rag doll and Sasuke jumped to his side with worry. "Neji," he shook the other man, but got no response. "Jesus."

There was a pulse and he was still breathing, thank God, but he showed no signs of consciousness, and Sasuke wondered wryly, did he fuck him so hard that he passed out?

He'd brag about it later, preferably when Neji came to, but for the moment, he wanted to get him comfortable. Sasuke wiped himself off and adjusted his fly before tending to Neji's leakage. His father kept a futon in his office for those late nights when he was too tired to drive himself home but he never had a purpose for it until now. He rather preferred sleeping in his own bed, but he was glad he hadn't thrown it out as useless furniture. Sasuke took his limp lover into his arms, surprised by just how light he actually was then laid him gingerly onto the mattress and pulled the sheets over him, more out of modesty than to keep him warm. His body revealed too much in its current state should anyone happen to pop into the office and, with that thought, Sasuke locked his office doors and told Sakura he wasn't accepting any visitors, especially her, before heading into the bathroom and leaving Neji to get some well-needed rest.

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Wow, I hope this was okay. It seemed long to me but everyone had been waiting so long for this moment I didn't want to short change you guys. I hope it was worth the wait and you enjoyed it. I actually had fun writing their sex scene... I should do it again sometime XD