Painting

“Why do I have to subject myself to this, again?”

Naruto slipped the end of a paintbrush between his lips, while adjusting his easel. “Shut up, Sasuke. It’s for a mission! Plus, we’re getting paid extra this time.”

“You only say that because you aren’t the one getting naked,” Sasuke complained, tugging at the opening of his robe in the first sign of nervousness Naruto had seen from the Uchiha in years.

“There’s so much whining going on in here, I feel like I’m in a vineyard,” Naruto muttered under his breath, removing the brush from his mouth and twirling it between his fingers.

“What did you say, dobe?”

“Nothing. Are you going to take that off, already? The faster you lose those clothes, the faster we get home and I can treat myself to ramen.”

“Fine,” Sasuke replied, before slipping the white cloth off his shoulders and onto the floor.

Naruto’s breath caught in his throat. He hadn’t thought he’d have a problem with this thing, but he wasn’t expecting Sasuke to look so…

“How do you want me?” Sasuke spoke with a husky tone.

Well, on your knees, for starters, with your lips around my cock, and my fingers threading through that dark hair of yours. We can get creative after that.

Naruto shrugged. “Whatever comes to mind?”

The Uchiha sprawls out on the bedsheets, and spends a moment brushing his fingertips over his lips in consideration. “Is this all right?”

Naruto’s brush nearly slipped from his fingers at that. Sasuke seemed to have a sense of exactly what would arouse the blond boy, and while in most cases he would consider it a gift, in this particular one, it eliminated his focus.

Clearing his thoughts, he began his painting with a single stroke of black, the beginning of the jet-black hair of the naked boy sitting before him. A glance back to his model, and he found that his perspective had altered, and suddenly, his awkward teammate was emanating an energy of pure sensuality.

Oh, and what sensuality that was. His face was flushed pink, matching his plump lips, practically inviting to be kissed. Naruto could imagine those sweet lips pressed against his ear, and the needy whispers and pleasured moans of, “Oh please, please, harder, I need you!” Oh, how lovely his skin would look, covered in a fine layer of sweat and cum, and he would plead for all of it, for all of him…

“I don’t have all day, dobe,” Sasuke reminded him bluntly, breaking through his fantasy.

Naruto responded with an almost dreamy, “Right, right,” before continuing to paint.

But with every stroke, he found himself more aroused, because all he could think was of fucking Sasuke until he knew nothing but the feel, taste, scent of Naruto, everything down to the ridges of his cock as it thrust into his tight little ass. And the entire time, Sasuke would be on his knees, begging for more, with that lusty expression and those eyes…!

“Almost done?”

“Just a few final touches here.”

He finished the painting with haste, and covered it before Sasuke could lay eyes on it. Sasuke raised an eyebrow at this, but accepted it, and dressed himself in his usual outfit.

“All right, let’s get this damn painting to that art show and get back to Konoha.”

But as Sasuke said this, Naruto was already out the door, and on his way to the bathroom to alleviate his arousal.

“…what the hell is his problem?”