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Naruto › Yaoi - Male/Male
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Adult +
Chapters:
1
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7
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Fragments
Kiss
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Sasuke really liked kissing, although he would never tell Naruto that.
What he liked about kissing was the way it would always be a struggle, an ambush of lips and tongue and bumping chins. There was always a hard surface for Naruto to slam Sasuke's back against, to pin him down. If there wasn't, then he'd have to wrestle Sasuke to the ground--which might take longer but was ultimately more convenient, since they almost always ended up on the ground eventually.
Sasuke liked the way Naruto would stretch his arms above his head and pin him by the wrists in a bruising grip. It meant he didn't have to do anything except glare as Naruto took his mouth, and if the blond idiot wanted to slide his thigh up in between Sasuke's legs and press rhythmically with his knee while he explored Sasuke's tonsils, he didn't have to do anything about that either.
Except perhaps bite at Naruto's lower lip when he came.
But he did that because he wanted to.
--
Grind
--
Sometimes Naruto liked it better when they didn't quite manage to get their clothes off before finishing.
He liked the rough slide of cloth against his skin as Sasuke pulled their hips together, and the way it was all just so suffocatingly hot. Sometimes he had to pause in marking Sasuke's neck with bruises to take a shuddering breath in the space next to Sasuke's forehead, where the air wasn't as thick and heavy.
He liked the scrabble and scratch of Sasuke's blunted nails against his back underneath his shirt, and the way there would just not be enough time to pull down his underwear before Sasuke's hands wriggled its way inside his shorts and bumped impatiently against his own tight fist.
He liked the violent rocking motion they used as they strained together, clinging desperately to the clothing still wrapped around each other's bodies.
He liked releasing into his hand and Sasuke's hand and not knowing where one began and the other ended.
He liked soaking through the expensive and rich fabrics of Sasuke's shirt and pants, seeing the wetness spread across it in a distinctive creamy stain.
He liked making Sasuke come in his pants and he liked peeling the sticky clothes off him to clean him, with mouth or cloth depending upon his mood.
It was messy and impulsive and raw and Naruto decided that it suited them just fine.
--
Pulse
--
There's something off about Naruto's pulse, the way the beats aren't ever steady, and how it throbs and races at the smallest things.
Sasuke doesn't even have to try anymore to quicken the blood pumping through Naruto's heart. A flicker of fingernails against an open shirt collar. A slight shifting of the thighs. An arching of the back. Sasuke could rub his thumb in slow circles on the soft skin of Naruto's inner wrist and immediately ellicit an alarming jump in the vein at Naruto's throat.
It's dangerous, in some ways. Sasuke knows that normal humans can't survive with a heart rate that quick. But he can't deny how powerful it makes him feel, to scrape his fingers across Naruto's back and get the same effect as if he'd just sucked him off. And Naruto always looks so healthy anyway...
Some nights Sasuke lays with his head on Naruto's chest, counting the dull swift thuds that reverberate in his ear like drumming.
He doesn't tell Naruto that those are the nights he doesn't sleep at all.
--
Heat
--
No matter how cold Sasuke looked from the outside, on the inside he was warm.
That was one of the things Naruto couldn't get over.
He pushed into Sasuke further and further, just marvelling at the heat, at the sweat Sasuke pulled from him, dripping off his balls and onto the sheets.
Naruto felt warm hands latch onto his shoulders, warm feet hooking around his legs, warm thighs squeezing his hips. Groaning, he lower his head to the flat plane of Sasuke's stomach and licked there, tasting sweat on his tongue.
Sharp nails raked across his spine and he raised his head curiously.
Sasuke was frowning. "What the hell are you doing, idiot? Fuck me."
Naruto just grinned and slid out, only to slam back into the other boy with an almost brutal thrust.
Sasuke bit back a moan and Naruto laughed.
"Cold bastard."
--
Rim
--
Naruto hadn't thought about doing it until he was already down there, teasing the base of Sasuke's cock with his fingers and lapping at his balls. It hadn't ever come up before as something feasible for Naruto to do, because although he was quite happy to stick things up Sasuke's asshole (fingers, cock, etc.), the thought of putting his mouth there seemed something truly dirty.
And of course, Sasuke would never even ask for a blow job (although Naruto gave those to him anyway), so he had no idea how the Uchiha would respond to something like this.
But that tiny puckered hole looked so tempting, peeking out from between Sasuke's white buttocks like a pink rosebud begging to be tasted. Naruto couldn't help tilting Sasuke' hips back and swiping his tongue across the small section of skin once...twice.
Sasuke's hips jerked in his hands and there was a gutteral moan above him.
Mischeviously, Naruto stiffened his tongue and slowly pushed it in, curling it just a little before pulling it out and sucking gently at the sensitive rim of Sasuke's anus.
"N...Naruto!"
The blond grinned and swivled his tongue again, this time the other way around, wondering what reaction that would garner.
When Sasuke arched and flung his arm over his eyes as he cried out, Naruto figured he'd be performing this new act as often as possible.
--
Come Undone
--
Despite being a loudmouth nearly everywhere else, Naruto is surprisingly quiet in bed.
If left unprompted, Naruto would come with little more than a shuddered sigh and a few restless whimpers to show it. Sasuke prompts him though, because he needs it—needs to hear that he’s doing things right, that he’s not messing stuff up. Sasuke needs the validation of Naruto’s voice just as much as he needs the thighs grasping around his hips and the hands twisting through his hair.
So Sasuke will ask—will command Naruto to speak, his mouth poised above Naruto’s lips to catch and taste the words he wants to hear.
“Say it,” he’ll whisper, biting down viciously on Naruto’s bottom lip, drawing blood. “Say it.”
The results aren’t as extreme as Sasuke might want. Naruto won’t scream, refuses to. But he’ll stutter out the syllables of Sasuke’s name inside of a broken moan, or mutter ‘Ah God’ into Sasuke’s hair before releasing with a muted hum of contentment.
One time Sasuke managed to startle an exclamation of 'fuck!' from Naruto’s lips with a strategic tilt of the hips at just the right moment and some nails raking up the other boy’s back, but it hasn’t happened since.
Sasuke keeps trying though.
He figures there are worse things he could strive for.
--
fin.
--
--
Sasuke really liked kissing, although he would never tell Naruto that.
What he liked about kissing was the way it would always be a struggle, an ambush of lips and tongue and bumping chins. There was always a hard surface for Naruto to slam Sasuke's back against, to pin him down. If there wasn't, then he'd have to wrestle Sasuke to the ground--which might take longer but was ultimately more convenient, since they almost always ended up on the ground eventually.
Sasuke liked the way Naruto would stretch his arms above his head and pin him by the wrists in a bruising grip. It meant he didn't have to do anything except glare as Naruto took his mouth, and if the blond idiot wanted to slide his thigh up in between Sasuke's legs and press rhythmically with his knee while he explored Sasuke's tonsils, he didn't have to do anything about that either.
Except perhaps bite at Naruto's lower lip when he came.
But he did that because he wanted to.
--
Grind
--
Sometimes Naruto liked it better when they didn't quite manage to get their clothes off before finishing.
He liked the rough slide of cloth against his skin as Sasuke pulled their hips together, and the way it was all just so suffocatingly hot. Sometimes he had to pause in marking Sasuke's neck with bruises to take a shuddering breath in the space next to Sasuke's forehead, where the air wasn't as thick and heavy.
He liked the scrabble and scratch of Sasuke's blunted nails against his back underneath his shirt, and the way there would just not be enough time to pull down his underwear before Sasuke's hands wriggled its way inside his shorts and bumped impatiently against his own tight fist.
He liked the violent rocking motion they used as they strained together, clinging desperately to the clothing still wrapped around each other's bodies.
He liked releasing into his hand and Sasuke's hand and not knowing where one began and the other ended.
He liked soaking through the expensive and rich fabrics of Sasuke's shirt and pants, seeing the wetness spread across it in a distinctive creamy stain.
He liked making Sasuke come in his pants and he liked peeling the sticky clothes off him to clean him, with mouth or cloth depending upon his mood.
It was messy and impulsive and raw and Naruto decided that it suited them just fine.
--
Pulse
--
There's something off about Naruto's pulse, the way the beats aren't ever steady, and how it throbs and races at the smallest things.
Sasuke doesn't even have to try anymore to quicken the blood pumping through Naruto's heart. A flicker of fingernails against an open shirt collar. A slight shifting of the thighs. An arching of the back. Sasuke could rub his thumb in slow circles on the soft skin of Naruto's inner wrist and immediately ellicit an alarming jump in the vein at Naruto's throat.
It's dangerous, in some ways. Sasuke knows that normal humans can't survive with a heart rate that quick. But he can't deny how powerful it makes him feel, to scrape his fingers across Naruto's back and get the same effect as if he'd just sucked him off. And Naruto always looks so healthy anyway...
Some nights Sasuke lays with his head on Naruto's chest, counting the dull swift thuds that reverberate in his ear like drumming.
He doesn't tell Naruto that those are the nights he doesn't sleep at all.
--
Heat
--
No matter how cold Sasuke looked from the outside, on the inside he was warm.
That was one of the things Naruto couldn't get over.
He pushed into Sasuke further and further, just marvelling at the heat, at the sweat Sasuke pulled from him, dripping off his balls and onto the sheets.
Naruto felt warm hands latch onto his shoulders, warm feet hooking around his legs, warm thighs squeezing his hips. Groaning, he lower his head to the flat plane of Sasuke's stomach and licked there, tasting sweat on his tongue.
Sharp nails raked across his spine and he raised his head curiously.
Sasuke was frowning. "What the hell are you doing, idiot? Fuck me."
Naruto just grinned and slid out, only to slam back into the other boy with an almost brutal thrust.
Sasuke bit back a moan and Naruto laughed.
"Cold bastard."
--
Rim
--
Naruto hadn't thought about doing it until he was already down there, teasing the base of Sasuke's cock with his fingers and lapping at his balls. It hadn't ever come up before as something feasible for Naruto to do, because although he was quite happy to stick things up Sasuke's asshole (fingers, cock, etc.), the thought of putting his mouth there seemed something truly dirty.
And of course, Sasuke would never even ask for a blow job (although Naruto gave those to him anyway), so he had no idea how the Uchiha would respond to something like this.
But that tiny puckered hole looked so tempting, peeking out from between Sasuke's white buttocks like a pink rosebud begging to be tasted. Naruto couldn't help tilting Sasuke' hips back and swiping his tongue across the small section of skin once...twice.
Sasuke's hips jerked in his hands and there was a gutteral moan above him.
Mischeviously, Naruto stiffened his tongue and slowly pushed it in, curling it just a little before pulling it out and sucking gently at the sensitive rim of Sasuke's anus.
"N...Naruto!"
The blond grinned and swivled his tongue again, this time the other way around, wondering what reaction that would garner.
When Sasuke arched and flung his arm over his eyes as he cried out, Naruto figured he'd be performing this new act as often as possible.
--
Come Undone
--
Despite being a loudmouth nearly everywhere else, Naruto is surprisingly quiet in bed.
If left unprompted, Naruto would come with little more than a shuddered sigh and a few restless whimpers to show it. Sasuke prompts him though, because he needs it—needs to hear that he’s doing things right, that he’s not messing stuff up. Sasuke needs the validation of Naruto’s voice just as much as he needs the thighs grasping around his hips and the hands twisting through his hair.
So Sasuke will ask—will command Naruto to speak, his mouth poised above Naruto’s lips to catch and taste the words he wants to hear.
“Say it,” he’ll whisper, biting down viciously on Naruto’s bottom lip, drawing blood. “Say it.”
The results aren’t as extreme as Sasuke might want. Naruto won’t scream, refuses to. But he’ll stutter out the syllables of Sasuke’s name inside of a broken moan, or mutter ‘Ah God’ into Sasuke’s hair before releasing with a muted hum of contentment.
One time Sasuke managed to startle an exclamation of 'fuck!' from Naruto’s lips with a strategic tilt of the hips at just the right moment and some nails raking up the other boy’s back, but it hasn’t happened since.
Sasuke keeps trying though.
He figures there are worse things he could strive for.
--
fin.
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