Favorite Sin

Author’s note: I owed the lovely Sintari boysmut. I delivered. Naruto/Sasuke/Neji... in some combination.

Disclaimer: I don’t own Naruto.

Favorite Sin


It smelled like sex. Like sweat and alcohol, and smoke from the bar still clinging to their clothes. Like cologne--Sasuke’s own warm and spicy, Neji’s cool and faintly resinous. Naruto didn’t wear any. He smelled of cheap aftershave, but mostly like salt. He tasted like skin and brine, his mouth faintly metallic, the flavor of Neji’s mouth still on his lips. Neji tasted like the red wine they’d been drinking, sharp with tannins.

Sasuke found himself kissing Neji while Naruto swore and fumbled with the door. Neji’s eyes were half-closed. The irises were nearly indistinguishable from his sclera. Both were a white contrasted sharply by the thick black lashes which screened them. Neji’s breath made the air thin in Sasuke’s lungs. His mouth was hot against Sasuke’s. His hands were hot too, insistent as they dragged Sasuke closer, trapping himself between the Uchiha and the wall.

The kiss was demanding, full of teeth and tongue slick against tongue.

Neji slid down the wall, giving up the advantage of height to Sasuke. His fingers curled into the top of Sasuke’s pants, and he pulled Sasuke down on him. One knee rose slowly up Sasuke’s inseam.

Naruto crowed triumphantly as he opened the door. Pulling away from Neji’s mouth, Sasuke looked at the blond. He smirked at the sight of a Naruto still red-faced and puffing. Then Neji’s thigh pressed against his crotch, and the expression turned into a grimace. Neji’s teeth scraped over the muscle in his neck, and Sasuke’s breath stalled in his throat. He had to catch himself against the wall. His cock throbbed sullenly.

Naruto laughed at him, or maybe at both of them.

Reaching out and snagging Sasuke by the sleeve, he pulled the pair of them apart. One of his hands found Sasuke’s jaw. Callused fingertips were rough on his cheek as Naruto tilted Sasuke’s head so their faces were inches apart. They looked one another in the eyes. Naruto breathed him in.

Sasuke could hear Neji panting, stifling a groan.

“Come on in,” Naruto said without breaking eye contact. “The bathroom’s down the hall, on the left, if you want to piss or clean up or something.”

“Thanks,” Neji said, pushing off the wall and slipping past them through the door.

He touched Sasuke’s hair as he passed, then his hand fell to Sasuke’s shoulder. That light touch sent a frisson down his spine.

Naruto leaned in. Sasuke turned his head, letting Naruto nuzzle below his ear; watching Neji’s back as he walked down the hall. Slim and hard bodied, his shirt stretched tight across his shoulders. Sasuke made an appreciative sound.

Naruto licked the shell of Sasuke’s ear. Warm breath tickled his hair and seemed to cling to his skin. Sasuke ran his hands over Naruto’s shoulders, down his chest, pausing on his belly. Naruto’s abs were hard. Sliding his hand under Naruto’s shirt, he could feel muscles under feverish skin, feel the hair leading down from his navel. He splayed his fingers across his lover’s stomach.

“Bedroom,” Naruto husked, pulling Sasuke out of the doorway and slamming the door behind them.

Sasuke ignored the command, cradling Naruto’s face in both hands and tasting him again. That mouth tasted so familiar. The way Naruto kissed, the way his lips felt, the way he would bite Sasuke’s tongue after a moment or two, just because he knew he could get away with it--all so familiar, and still so intoxicating.

Their bodies lined up, chests touched, thighs and knees and hips brushing and bumping. Their lips rubbed and stuttered against each other, slid on spit. Naruto’s vivid eyes drooped, then closed completely.

When they broke the kiss, Sasuke licked his tingling lips.

“Bedroom,” Naruto repeated, tugging at the buttons on Sasuke’s shirt.

Sasuke nodded dumbly. He had to force himself to swallow, as though he’d forgotten how to do it automatically.

He managed to grab a bottle of wine from the rack and toe off his shoes before he was led into the bedroom. His hand looked pale next to the dark green glass. Chipped black nails were dark against his skin. The bottle was cool, making him shiver.

Naruto’s arms looped around Sasuke’s waist, pulling Sasuke against his chest.

He was lucky to remember the corkscrew.

The bedroom meant Sasuke’s bedroom. There wasn’t much there. It looked--Sasuke thought--like he was still moving in. A mattress and box spring lay on the floor. There was an alarm clock next to them, and an empty water glass. The nightstand stood on the other side of the bed with an ashtray on it. Other than that, there was a chest of drawers, a laundry hamper, and a secondhand armchair with its back facing the window.

Naruto took the bottle of wine from Sasuke and set it down near the chair. With Naruto’s hands playing over his body, poking and stroking, Sasuke let himself be sat down.

Naruto bent over to kiss him, nibbling Sasuke’s lower lip and running his fingers through his hair. His nails raked Sasuke’s scalp.

Naruto kissed his mouth, then his cheek, his temple and forehead.

Between lips burning against his skin, Sasuke heard him whisper, “I have a fetish for you watching me fuck that rich-boy.”

Sasuke’s cock ached at those words, pushing against his pants.

Naruto kissed his ear, bit down on the earlobe, lightly at first, then harder. “I’ve thought about it before. I want you to sit here and watch.”

“Just watch?” Sasuke asked hoarsely, looking up at his lover. His temperature rose as he met Naruto’s level gaze. The pupils were blown wide in his blue eyes.

“Just sit there, and drink your wine,” Naruto told him. He crouched down in front of Sasuke, dragging his hands down Sasuke’s arms he went. His hands stopped over Sasuke’s wrists, pinning them tight against the chair’s armrests. He pressed them there for a long minute, letting expectation charge the air between them. “Sit and watch.”

When he finally released Sasuke’s wrists, Naruto took one of his hands and pressed a kiss against his palm. Every nerve in Sasuke’s arm seemed to light up with a dancing, licking heat. Sweat broke between his shoulder blades.

“I want you to watch. And tomorrow, or Thursday, or next week, I want to know that’s what you’re thinking about when you jerk off.” Naruto lowered his voice to barely more than a suggestion. “I want to see your face when he comes.”

Sasuke didn’t think he could have spoken if he wanted to. He stroked Naruto’s cheek, running a finger down short blond sideburns. Naruto’s hair was coarse, and soft, the way fur can be soft without being fine. Sasuke traced Naruto’s brow with his thumb. He reached out with his other hand, burying it in Naruto’s hair and pulling him up.

He lapped at Naruto’s lips. Lips parted under his tongue. Lips pressed against his lips, firm but not smothering. They yielded just enough to each other. It was a leisurely, thorough kiss. It ended slowly, drifting apart bit by bit.

“Whatever you want,” Sasuke said.

Naruto dropped to his knees in front of Sasuke. Grinning wickedly, he popped the cork on the wine bottle and handed it over.

Sasuke smelled the bottle. The nose was smoky. Taking an experimental sip, he found the wine to his liking. Dry and powerful.

Naruto kissed him one more time and dropped a pack of Sasuke’s clove cigarettes next to him. Sasuke picked up the package and shook out a cigarette as he caught Naruto’s lower lip with his teeth. If he bit down just a little harder, he’d have tasted blood. He tugged instead.

Presently, Sasuke noticed Neji standing just outside the bedroom, smiling gentle condescension at them. He leaned on the doorjamb when he noticed Sasuke had seen him. One brow arched curiously.

“Is there room for me in there?” he asked, and Sasuke shuddered. Neji had a voice made for saying dirty words, for talking softly and suggesting risqué things in the dark.

“Oh, Neji,” Naruto said, standing, “there’s room for you everywhere.” His eyes took on a predatory gleam. Sasuke took another drink of his wine, slouched back in the armchair, and lit his cigarette.

Cloves and tobacco rolled over his tongue and warmed his lungs. He exhaled slowly, making himself comfortable. Naruto had asked him to watch, and he did.

He watched as Naruto stalked across his small bedroom.

He watched as Naruto took a handful of Neji’s long hair and drew him down for a domineering kiss.

He watched as the arrogance on Neji’s face faded away, all the man’s attention absorbed by Naruto. The harsh lines around his eyes softened; the tension in his brows eased. The taut, ready quirk at the corner of his lips melted away as they kissed. Neji tilted his head, relaxing.

After a moment, Naruto loosened his hold on Neji’s hair. It sifted through his fingers in hanks. Dark coils fell around his wrist as he raised his other hand and physically smoothed the remaining lines from the Neji’s face.

Neji’s throat worked visibly.

Sasuke took a drag on his cigarette, gaze wandering over the two men before him. Naruto was shorter than Neji, and more heavily muscled, more defined. His skin was ruddy compared to Neji’s fine, fair complexion. His features were less polished. His colors were vibrant where Neji’s were subtle. Neji’s hands were graceful and long-fingered without being feminine, and they gripped Naruto’s biceps hard enough to make bloodless marks on his arms.

Naruto’s broader shoulders curled, as though he’d wrap around Neji.

Sasuke watched as they continued to kiss, mouths caressing, then Naruto’s mouth on Neji jaw, his neck, his collar. Kisses and bites turned the flesh from Neji’s ear down to his collarbone pink and red. Saliva shone faintly on his lips. His chest rose and fell with each panted breath.

Then Neji’s shirt came off, showing first the flat muscled stretch of his abdomen, followed by a narrow chest and well-shaped shoulders. His nipples were small and dusty brown. His pants rode low, revealing the line of his hips. Naruto smiled as he unfastened Neji’s belt.

The belt came off and was tossed aside.

He unbuttoned Neji’s pants next.

Naruto took the pants off Neji slowly; kissing the skin about the waistband of Neji’s underwear while he made a show of it. He let Sasuke see Neji’s thighs, then his calves, but he managed to keep the bulge caught in Neji’s boxer briefs for last. He mouthed the shape of it through the fabric, so Sasuke could only see the back of Naruto’s blond head.

Neji stroked Naruto’s hair.

Sasuke drank more wine, gritting his teeth. He knew what it felt like to be there, where Neji was, with your whole world reduced to that mouth, and that infuriating smile, those challenging eyes and those fucking hands. He knew what it was like to make the face Neji made when Naruto finally stopped toying with him and pulled down his underwear. Watching, he could almost feel the anticipation again, washing over him like a rising full-body flush. His throat was suddenly dry again.

His groin tightened, sweat prickling across his upper lip and down the small of his back. His fingers dug into the chair, sticking to the vinyl upholstery.

Neji exhaled as his cock was exposed, and Sasuke watched as the underwear came off and were discarded. His eyes swept from Neji’s face to his erection and back again. He latched on to strange details: the way Neji’s stomach lined and dimpled as he breathed; ribs moving under smooth, pale skin; lip curled up in an expression that wasn’t anything like a sneer; uncut cock dark with blood; brows drawn together. Sasuke was tempted to stand up, to cross the room, and kiss Neji while Naruto sucked him off. But more, he wanted to be the one with Naruto’s cheek pressed against his thigh, Naruto’s breath cooling his flesh.

Naruto nosed the curls at the base of Neji’s cock--trimmed, Sasuke noticed, and wondered if Naruto was amused because the rich-boy groomed his pubic hair. He wondered, vaguely, if he ought to be offended, being a rich-boy himself. And he watched as Naruto’s open mouth moved across the bottom of Neji’s shaft. Naruto made sure he could see that.

Neji looked up and caught Sasuke staring. A superior half smile tugged at his mouth. He knew.

Clenching his teeth, Sasuke fought not to shift in his suddenly uncomfortable seat.

Naruto licked Neji’s cock in one long pass, from base to tip, and then straightened. He said something to Neji that wiped the smile off his face, making him swallow. Just a little wide eyed, Neji nodded. Sasuke didn’t hear what Naruto said, but he thought he could guess.

Naruto led Neji to the bed. To Sasuke’s bed. Sasuke’s stomach invented a new, uncomfortable shape.

One hand on the back of Neji’s neck, Naruto urged Neji onto the bed.

On his knees.

Sasuke tried to force himself calm, taking another long drag from his nearly forgotten cigarette. It barely soothed his rattled nerves. Not when he watched Naruto scoot Neji forward far enough to climb up behind him. Naruto shucked off his tee-shirt, seemingly as an afterthought, and he followed Neji onto the bed. Naruto’s skin was uniformly tan.

He maneuvered Neji around, not quite facing Sasuke, and pushed him down. Kisses fell on Neji’s spine, mapping the line of his backbone as it arched. Sasuke could hear Neji gasp, could almost feel the soundless groans that rumbled from his chest. He could hear Naruto chuckle. He bit back a sound of his own as he marked Naruto’s progress down Neji’s back. Neji looked over his shoulder.

They all knew what was going to happen next, but Naruto drew it out. Sasuke could have smacked him, but he was too enthralled watching and listening. He smoked, but absently now.

His stomach was too tight for more wine.

Naruto lapped at the small of Neji’s back, and Sasuke saw the other man’s exposed cock jump. It happened again when Naruto dragged his teeth across Neji’s tailbone. Sasuke couldn’t see what happened next, but he knew.

He bit his lip along with Neji as Neji suddenly rocked back. He knew what Naruto was doing, and he knew how it felt. He remembered it, watching Neji’s cheeks finally redden with a blush. He remembered the wet, almost squirming against sensitive skin, then just inside. He watched as Neji quit trying to watch Naruto and let his head hang, surrounded by a curtain of his own hair.

Naruto held Neji’s hips while he worked. Sasuke could see his hair over Neji’s ass. He could see the way Naruto’s head moved. Neji’s face contorted. White eyes squeezed shut. White teeth clamped down hard on a reddened lip. His breathing sped, shaking his frame.

Sasuke didn’t expect to get jealous when Naruto said he wanted to do this. He didn’t expect the way his face burned and his heart clenched--the way he resented Neji for making that face.

The heat of that jealousy settled in a roiling ball low in his stomach. His erection was painful. He shifted, adjusting his slacks in an attempt to ease the pressure.

Neji made a strangled noise and fisted his hands in Sasuke’s blankets. Behind him, Naruto practically glowed with self-satisfaction.

Pulling Neji back, Naruto changed his angle, and caught Sasuke’s gaze.

Just watch, he’d said. The words played over again in his mind: “I have a fetish for you watching me fuck that rich-boy.”

Sasuke watched, even though his chest burned and his cock ached.

Naruto reached under Neji and stroked him a few times, quick and rough. Neji’s abs tightened spastically. His back twitched, the muscles shuddering visibly while his body shook. If Sasuke closed his eyes, he’d probably still see Neji’s face. The open mouth, furrowed brow, eyes screwed up, every line taut and etched perfectly in Sasuke’s mind. Neji knew he was close, and every line, every curve and plane on his face said it.

Naruto pulled back from Neji, leaving him gasping and frustrated. Neji’s eyes flew open.

“Lube’s in nightstand,” Naruto said, drawing soothing circles on the other man’s back. “Second drawer. Would you grab it?”

Not sure who Naruto was talking to, Sasuke waited.

After a moment, Neji shook himself and reached for the drawer. Sasuke’s throat tightened as he pulled it open and groped around before pulling out the tube. Arm trembling, he passed the lube back to Naruto.

“Thanks.”

Neji nearly smiled, nearly laughed. “Don’t mention it.”

Taking the lube in one hand and steadying Neji’s hip with the other, Naruto did laugh. It shook his chest. A wide smile turned his lips and lit his eyes. He set the lube down beside him, so he could unbutton his jeans. Sasuke’s attention roamed over new skin as it was exposed, as though he hadn’t already memorized every line and scar. A ragged sigh forced itself out of Sasuke’s mouth at the sight. When Naruto was free of his pants, he moved behind Neji again, pressing his naked body close to Neji’s and leaving Sasuke feeling uncomfortably overdressed.

It seemed to highlight how much he wasn’t a part of the action. He could feel his own clothes chafing him, harsh on his raw skin.

Neji made another face as Naruto pulled him off his hands, balancing the taller man’s body against his chest. Naruto sucked on his neck hard enough for Sasuke to hear it and know it would leave a mark. Sweat dewed both of them, standing out in beads here and there. Neji’s cock was angry red and damp; Sasuke couldn’t see Naruto’s.

The sight made his mouth water, his stomach turn.

Naruto let go of Neji’s neck to sniff his hair. He buried his face in the untidy mass, breathing deeply. As though he wanted to remember the scent. Like he had done to Sasuke’s hair in the past, claiming he liked the smell of Sasuke’s shampoo.

“What do you think, Sasuke,” Naruto asked suddenly. “Is it time for me to fuck him?” He let his hand trail down to Neji’s erection as he said it, fingers playing over it lightly.

Sasuke blinked, hardly processing the words at first. “What?”

“Is it time for me to fuck him?” Naruto said again, more clearly, and looked over Neji’s shoulder. “I’m thinking I’ll take him on his knees. Unless you have a preference, rich-boy?”

Neji tried to glare over his shoulder--an expression spoiled by his thoroughly fucked appearance--but for the moment said nothing.

“I imagine he’d look tasty with his face pressed into the pillows,” Naruto added helpfully. “I imagine he’d look very tasty.”

Neji arched into Naruto’s hand, groaning through clenched teeth.

“You are such an ass,” Sasuke said. Meeting Naruto’s bright eyes, it was clear that the blond was enjoying every minute of this.

“Not yet?”

Sasuke raised his cigarette, and discovered it burnt down to the filter. Cursing under his breath, he grabbed the pack of cloves and pulled out a new one. He lit it with shaking hands, watching Naruto plant kisses on Neji’s shoulder.

“Well?” Naruto prompted again, merciless.

“Yes,” Sasuke snapped. “Fuck it anyway, now.”

The grin that turned Naruto’s features belonged on devils and madmen, and looked right at home. After giving Neji’s neck a final affectionate kiss, he bent the rich-boy over and uncapped the lube. Slick fingers pushed into Neji, stretching him quickly. His breathing hitched into a more haggard rhythm. Naruto nuzzled Neji’s back.

Sasuke’s own back burned.

“Ready?” Naruto asked. He was looking at Sasuke.

“I was ready yesterday,” Neji gritted, rocking back on Naruto’s fingers. His voice was rough with sex. It seemed to lodge under Sasuke’s ribs.

Sasuke nodded, and wished he had it in him to look away as Naruto positioned himself. Instead, he watched with fixed interest.

Neji’s hands clawed at the bed; Sasuke raked his nails across the armrest, sucking on his cigarette and staring at Naruto’s cock as it slid inch by inch into Neji. It nearly made him sick.

If he hadn’t already been, it would have made him hard.

Naruto massaged Neji’s shoulders easily a moment. His own breathing was suddenly suffering, and his normally ruddy face was nearly sunburn-red across the cheeks.

Then he pressed Neji down to his elbows.

Naruto had been right. Neji would look good with his face pressed into the pillows. He’d look better with Naruto’s fist in his hair, holding him there. He’d look good with the expression he’d worn before, so damn close to coming that he could taste it.

Sasuke licked his lips. When Naruto moved, he wasn’t sure what he was supposed to feel. He just watched, like he had been told.

He noticed things. He noticed the sound, the springs, the panting, and fleshy, wet noise of their bodies. Naruto groaned and huffed. Neji gasped, grunted, his voice low and almost strangled.

Neji’s thin back bowed, his muscles moving under his skin, like a shiver through the surface of water.

Naruto’s thighs and ass flexed as he pumped into Neji. Sasuke had never been in a position to see it clearly.

The pace he set was hectic, but familiar. The first time was always hectic with Naruto. The second would be slower, maybe face to face. Not that there would be a second time for this. The idea of it was a slow burn, a twitch in the back of Sasuke’s jaw. He sucked on his cigarette and let his gaze wander over their bodies--he took in the hair, the movement, the sweat.

The smell of musk was strong in his nose, thick in his throat, mingling with cloves.

Naruto made a face. He looked like he was concentrating: brow furrowed, mouth tight, eyes hooded. Those eyes, half-hidden by lashes, were locked on Sasuke.

Neji’s face fell behind his hair and became a flash of bruised lips and flared nostrils.

Sasuke watched Naruto’s hands, almost tender as he pet Neji. His fingers moved in little mindless patterns over Neji’s sides. He made Neji wait before finally taking his cock and stroking it. When he did, Neji whimpered. Neji turned his head to the side, sweat dark hair smeared across his flushed cheeks and mouth shaping a soundless “oh” as he finally came.

Sasuke swallowed hard, thinking about that smell lingering in his sheets.

He wished he weren’t touching himself through his pants as he thought of it. His pulse pounded behind his ears and in his crotch.

Naruto hunched as he continued to fuck Neji, nearing his own end now. Neji, lost in his orgasm and its aftermath, seemed to be in another world. Skin struck skin, stuck audibly, then peeled apart. Naruto’s moans grew louder, more urgent. The look of concentration became a grimace. His shoulders, stomach and thighs all tightened.

And then abruptly, he sighed. Sasuke hadn’t heard it for that before, but it was. It was a sound of sweet relief. Naruto’s mouth went lax with a long, easy exhalation. A line appeared between his eyebrows, but the skin under his eyes was soft. The tension melted out of him. His head fell back. Sasuke watched his Adam’s apple bob once, then twice as he thrust a few slow, finishing strokes.

That was what Sasuke would remember when he jerked off.

“Oh fuck me,” Naruto hissed quietly. He sat back, softening out of Neji, who rolled his shoulders with a grunt and slumped to the side. Both of them were breathing hard.

Sasuke sat watching while they caught their breath. Neji’s mouth found itself in an easy, sated smile. It wasn’t an expression Sasuke could remember ever seeing on his face before. For once in his life, Neji didn’t look reserved or pretentious.

Naruto moved to the side of the bed that fronted Sasuke, swinging his feet onto the floor. Stretching, he caught Sasuke’s hand and stole his cigarette. He held it between his thumb and forefinger instead of balancing it between two fingers like Sasuke did. There was something less elegant about that, more utilitarian; the hold fit Naruto well. He smoked artlessly.

After another moment, Neji dragged himself to the edge of the bed and grabbed the wine.

“So,” Naruto said, grinning, “what did you think?”

Sasuke almost couldn’t answer. His tongue felt thick and dry in his mouth. His throat was too tight to let the words out. Finally, he decided not to say anything at all. Naruto scrutinized him from behind that grin, and Sasuke could feel the weight of it. Naruto could see what Sasuke thought of his little experiment. What was worse, the bastard had known even before they started.

So Sasuke sat in his uncomfortable, cheap armchair with his hard on painfully evident, and glared.

Naruto snickered. Sasuke wanted to kick him. He wanted to jump down his throat and grind against him for all he was worth.

“Don’t give me that look,” Naruto murmured, leaning back on one arm and finishing Sasuke’s cigarette. Tossing the filter in the tray, he continued, “Why don’t you come over here?”

“You’re sure being a demanding shit tonight,” Sasuke replied, not as sharply as he intended.

Neji smiled lazily around the wine bottle. There was a little smirk back in his smile, and it was directed squarely at Sasuke. The hickey was apparent on his neck.

Rolling his eyes, Naruto waved Sasuke over. “Come on, don’t be an ass about it. You know you love me this way. Now get over here.”

Reluctantly, Sasuke stood. He crossed the space between them in a step. Then Naruto grabbed him by the waist and dragged him down on the bed. A strong hand cupped the back of his neck and pulled him in for a kiss that tasted heavily of musk and cloves. Naruto’s lips caressed his, and Sasuke responded numbly. His whole body flashed hot at the contact.

His shirt was between him and Naruto, reminding him that he was the only one dressed.

Naruto bit Sasuke’s lower lip and worried it gently. He gave it a tug before pulling away.

“Neji,” he said, breath fanning Sasuke’s mouth, “don’t you think Sasuke deserves a reward for being such a good audience?”

Neji hummed a noncommittal reply, dropping the wine bottle to the floor.

Sasuke was about to say something--he wasn’t even sure what--but Naruto kissed him again, and suddenly, Neji was taking a place on the floor in front of him. Neji knelt gracefully, managing to look dignified even while he set his hands on either of Sasuke’s thighs, and spread Sasuke’s legs.

Then Naruto’s hands were framing his face, blocking Neji from view and narrowing Sasuke’s world to a pair of bright, fierce blue eyes. Naruto kissed him insistently. Naruto’s tongue flicked his. Naruto opened his mouth wide, enticing Sasuke’s tongue inside.

Eyes sliding closed, Sasuke kissed Naruto back. As he relaxed, he grew more aggressive, feeling out Naruto’s mouth the way he wanted to. He growled in his throat when Naruto, predictably, bit his tongue.

Neji kneaded Sasuke’s thighs with one hand while he unzipped Sasuke’s fly. His fingers were cool compared to Sasuke’s cock, and felt so fucking good as they pulled him out of his pants that Sasuke broke his kiss.

The pause lasted only a second before Naruto yanked him back. Their teeth clacked, rattling Sasuke’s jaw, and he didn’t care.

Neji knew what he was doing. It wouldn’t have mattered if he didn’t. The moment his mouth closed over Sasuke’s erection, the blood left his head in a dizzying rush. Sasuke’s fingers tingled along with his lips. He steadied himself on Naruto’s shoulders, fighting to breathe through their kiss while Neji sucked and hummed his way first down his length, then back up. Sasuke curled his toes against the floor.

He doubted it was a full minute before he came. He struggled briefly to warn Neji, but Naruto wouldn’t let him go. The sounds were muffled in his mouth.

Neji didn’t gag. He swallowed like a pro, and then released Sasuke’s sensitized cock with a last fond lick that sent something closer to pain than relief jolting up Sasuke’s spine. Then the warm, heavy wash of afterglow, settled over him. The clothes he wore were suddenly far too hot, and he couldn’t quite bring himself to mind.

Naruto’s hands moved from Sasuke’s face down his neck to land on his shoulders.

The kiss broke softly.

“Better?” Naruto whispered in his ear.

Sasuke nodded, catching himself on his arms before he could fall back on the bed.

“Mind if I use your shower?” he heard Neji ask, and watched as Naruto nodded absently, telling Neji that the bathroom was still down the hall, on the left. He watched as Naruto kissed Neji one last time before he left, carefully running his tongue over the other man’s lips. They separated with a notable smack. Then Neji was gone, leaving Sasuke next to Naruto on the bed with a third of a bottle of red wine and dirty blankets.

Naruto wrapped his arm around Sasuke, the weight of it warm and secure over his shoulder. Sasuke leaned in and nipped Naruto’s ear, pulling Naruto with him as he lay down. He tangled their legs and buried his face in his lover’s neck. He held him for a very long time, just reassuring himself that when it was all over, Naruto was still with him.

Naruto rubbed small circles on his back, speaking in a low voice that Sasuke didn’t bother to understand. There were a couple words he did catch, though. His reply was mumbled into Naruto’s hair.

“You’re welcome.”