Reciprocity

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It was the best blow job ever.

Which didn’t really mean anything because pretty much ANY contact between Sasuke’s mouth and his cock would constitute the best blow job ever, even if Sasuke was sucking just a bit too hard and not using his hands enough and really he could press his tongue up against the underside agai—oh fuck, just like that!

Best. Blow job. Ever.

Naruto laughed and it broke off into a moan as Sasuke’s lips moved sloppily over the head and it was so hot and wet and Sasuke’s chin was bumping against him and he really had to remember to ask for this more often.

And by “ask” he meant “pester Sasuke with promises of reciprocity until he gives in”.

“Uh…Saaa…I’m…”

Okay, it was getting difficult to form words. Which was oh so good in one way because it meant Sasuke was doing that thing with his tongue again, but really bad in the sense that Naruto was going to—

His hips jerked forward in the only warning he could manage and Sasuke was a little too late as he sprang backwards, mouth pulling off of Naruto with a wet *pop*. A second later, Naruto opened his eyes to a murderous looking Sasuke, who had numerous white strings of come dripping down his cheek and in his hair.

“Erm…sorry?” Naruto panted, with a small grin, because he couldn’t really bring himself to be sorry. Not with the pleasure of his orgasm still thrumming through his body, and certainly not at the sight of Sasuke wearing the cheaper version of a pearl necklace.

Even if Sasuke looked like he was going to kill him any second now.

“Naruto…”

The blond held his hands up in a pacifying gesture and then wondered if he should be placing them in front of his groin instead. He was in a somewhat vulnerable position.

“Now, wait, Sasuke you can’t be mad,” he pleaded. “I tried to warn you!”

“You didn’t try very hard,” the Uchiha sneered, wiping come from his cheek and staring at his hand in mild disgust.

Naruto frowned back in indignation.

“I did so!” he retorted. Then he leered. “It’s not my fault if your mouth on my dick makes me incoherent.”

It was still amusing to see Sasuke squirm and look uncomfortable when he talked dirty to him. As if he hadn’t just wrapped his lips around Naruto’s cock and brought him to orgasm.

It was even more amusing to see Sasuke’s expression once Naruto picked up the hand Sasuke had wiped Naruto’s come off with and sucked the fingers into his mouth with a wet slurp. The slightly bitter taste of himself on Sasuke wasn’t really appealing, but it was so worth it.

Sasuke’s eyes widened and the pulse in his wrist started to throb quick-paced under Naruto’s fingers. He gasped.

“What are…what are you doing, idiot?” he demanded, a little breathless as Naruto abandoned the fingers and started to lap at the sticky shine on Sasuke’s cheeks and chin.

“Cleaning you up,” he said, only it came out more as a growl.

Sasuke was quiet as Naruto went about clearing the come from his face and hair—the hair was tricky. He’d had to clear some out with his fingers and then suck on the strands. The black locks still clumped together tackily but Sasuke wasn’t complaining—and held very still.

He spoke up, however, when Naruto tugged down his shorts and started licking at Sasuke’s semi-hard cock. Actually he squeaked.

It was the cutest sound Naruto had ever heard.

“I-I’m not dirty there, moron” the Uchiha protested, but threaded his fingers into the hair at the back of Naruto’s neck and pushed insistantly into his mouth anyway.

Naruto grinned around Sasuke’s cock. ‘Yes you are, bastard.’

Obviously he was going to have to do a better job of teaching Sasuke this reciprocity thing.

And show that he was totally better at giving blow jobs.

“Nnngh…Naruto!”

Oh yes.

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fin.

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