Pieces of Us
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Naruto › Yaoi - Male/Male
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Naruto › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
8
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960
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2
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In the Sand
Summary: Intimate moments in Sunakagure.
"In the Sand"
She sat astride him and was not afraid. She rode him slowly and felt powerful.
His hands—so surprisingly soft and equally deadly—slid slowly up her silky thighs to rest gently on her hips. He languidly massaged the pliant flesh beneath his fingertips, encouraging her and letting her guide the rhythm.
She groaned, his name a passing whisper on her lips, as she slowly pumped up and down, rocking softly and clenching her inner muscles around him. He gasped, and she found her gaze drawn to his face.
His pale cheeks were flushed a comely shade of rose, almost matching the red kanji on his forehead. His piercing, soft green eyes were closed, and she traced the pattern of sleep deprivation gently with her fingertip.
His eyes opened and they watched each other. She never faltered in her rhythm, gyrating her hips over his. She could feel his restraint, palpable in the air, as he strove to let her keep this semblance of control over him.
And onward she rode, her pace increasing but never losing her perpetual grace. He supposed it was one thing she would never lose.
And still he didn’t turn the tide, only thrusting upward to meet her movements, keeping the pace she had chosen for this. She wanted it slow and he would let her have it.
His hands slid up her sides, fingertips ghosting over silky skin and supple flesh. He cupped her generous breasts and brushed his thumbs over sensitive nipples bringing them to peak. She gasped his name and increased her pace more, moves becoming frantic yet not quite relinquishing their grace.
He threw his head back, hands returning to her hips where his grip became almost painful as he forced more power into his own thrusts.
“Gaara!” she cried as orgasm flooded her senses, her muscles clamping around him as he found his own ecstasy.
She collapsed on top of him in a sweaty pile of long limbs and sultry curves, her breathing heavy as he stroked her trembling skin.
He kissed her shoulder, trailing a warm wet path up her throat with his tongue. He ran fingers through her sandy blonde hair and kissed her temple.
“Temari,” he murmured softly as their lips met.
"In the Sand"
She sat astride him and was not afraid. She rode him slowly and felt powerful.
His hands—so surprisingly soft and equally deadly—slid slowly up her silky thighs to rest gently on her hips. He languidly massaged the pliant flesh beneath his fingertips, encouraging her and letting her guide the rhythm.
She groaned, his name a passing whisper on her lips, as she slowly pumped up and down, rocking softly and clenching her inner muscles around him. He gasped, and she found her gaze drawn to his face.
His pale cheeks were flushed a comely shade of rose, almost matching the red kanji on his forehead. His piercing, soft green eyes were closed, and she traced the pattern of sleep deprivation gently with her fingertip.
His eyes opened and they watched each other. She never faltered in her rhythm, gyrating her hips over his. She could feel his restraint, palpable in the air, as he strove to let her keep this semblance of control over him.
And onward she rode, her pace increasing but never losing her perpetual grace. He supposed it was one thing she would never lose.
And still he didn’t turn the tide, only thrusting upward to meet her movements, keeping the pace she had chosen for this. She wanted it slow and he would let her have it.
His hands slid up her sides, fingertips ghosting over silky skin and supple flesh. He cupped her generous breasts and brushed his thumbs over sensitive nipples bringing them to peak. She gasped his name and increased her pace more, moves becoming frantic yet not quite relinquishing their grace.
He threw his head back, hands returning to her hips where his grip became almost painful as he forced more power into his own thrusts.
“Gaara!” she cried as orgasm flooded her senses, her muscles clamping around him as he found his own ecstasy.
She collapsed on top of him in a sweaty pile of long limbs and sultry curves, her breathing heavy as he stroked her trembling skin.
He kissed her shoulder, trailing a warm wet path up her throat with his tongue. He ran fingers through her sandy blonde hair and kissed her temple.
“Temari,” he murmured softly as their lips met.