The Way He Likes It

It was the way Sasuke liked it.

He couldn’t deny the raw enthusiasm that jolted through his system when he slid himself behind Naruto, pressing up against the other man in a way that made Naruto lean forward against the kitchen counter, nearly dropping the porcelain dish in his hand.

It was the way Sasuke wanted it.

He couldn’t stop the grinding urge beginning to build in his groin, or stop one hand from sliding underneath Naruto’s shirt, the other gliding upward until one lone finger traced the outline of soft lips, sensually sliding in, begging for some sort of incentive.

It was the way Naruto shook against him, nervous, excited, begging.

Hot breaths reddening pale fingers, loose orange pants grinding clumsily against the gentle slope of the countertop, Sasuke adding a slow and deliberate pressure against the rear he one day hoped to top.

“S-Sasuke…” One breathless moan, and then it would begin. Every time, it was always the same.

Sasuke pulled back as Naruto whipped around, stumbling forward in an awkward attempt at forcefulness, pushing Sasuke back against the stove and latching onto pale lips with his own.

Sasuke hissed as the handle dug into his back, feeling more aroused as Naruto fumbled with the tie of his loose sweats, inadvertently making the knot worse in his impatience.

“Fuck,” Naruto growled against him, and Sasuke lifted his head, directing the other man to create a pleasurable trail of saliva to the dip of his collarbone, an action that made him thrust his hips forward, urging Naruto to hurry with the drawstring.

Sasuke could feel the blond's anxiety as steamy breaths seared his chest, thick fingers still yanking at the knot at his pelvis, each tug, each impatient mistake making his chest rise and fall with more arousal and need.

“Please tell me that Konoha’s next Hokage is not struggling with a knot,” Sasuke stated, his voice sounded cool and collected. He loved using that tone; it frustrated Naruto. It made him eager and disoriented, more clumsy and forceful.

When Sasuke heard a snap from below he jerked his hips forward and frowned. “Did you just rip it?” he asked, allowing the stimulation from Naruto’s animalistic sexuality overbear the fact he had just purchased those pants.

Naruto sent his thumbs into the small crevasses where Sasuke’s hip bone glided smoothly under the fabric, frowning.

“If you always want me to fuck you badly,” he tugged down Sasuke’s pants, catching the head of Sasuke’s erection in the process, “then stop double-knotting your fucking bows.”

Sasuke growled as his hard-on finally bobbed free, the sensation of the pained and impatient motion before making him lean back against the counter, pelvis jutted out, rocking forward in search of a much needed resistance.

Naruto met his demand, sending thick trails of saliva dribbling down the length, his calloused tongue roving the sensitive skin like it was a sweet carnival popsicle. Sasuke felt himself sliding downward against the countertop under that tongue’s ministrations, gripping it firmly with his palms, knuckles whitening with the strain.

He groaned. Naruto was working quickly—he always did.

He was bobbing his head in a rhythm Sasuke couldn’t follow, short and shallow strokes from his firm fingers repeating the dipping motion of his burning mouth. It was unorganized, chaotic, like the blond had never given oral sex before. It was messy and noisy, slurps and gurgles with the slick sound of wet friction sounding like some sensual music to his ears.

On more than one occasion Naruto’s teeth caught the sensitive ridge of Sasuke’s arousal, an accident that made blue eyes glance up momentarily apologetic, but a sensation that urged the bubbling of pre-cum from Sasuke's far-past hardened member.

“Na—Naruto,” Sasuke managed, bucking into his mouth, wanting something deeper, something tighter, something…more.

He felt Naruto’s free hand snake up his thigh, groping until it found the soft flesh of Sasuke’s ass, squeezing tightly as an unprepared finger circled Sasuke’s entrance, making dark eyes widen.

“Don’t—“ But it was too late as Naruto dipped his finger inside, pumping it in and out, the at-first painful sting rounding out into something Sasuke rocked against. Naruto always forgot to prepare him—always forgot to be gentle, always made the same mistakes. Mistakes that aroused Sasuke even more.

Naruto’s mouth pulled away from Sasuke’s erection familiar pants drawing Sasuke’s attention downward with a frown.

“Ah, Sasuke…”

That was another thing. Another example of Naruto’s eagerness, his impatience. If Sasuke didn’t step in, the blond would always come too early. Glancing down at the damp onset of an orgasm that was beginning to form droplets through Naruto’s orange pants, Sasuke dropped to his knees, ignoring the jab of pain when Naruto’s finger found its way deeper into him. He yanked down Naruto’s pants and wrapped a firm hand around the swollen erection, causing Naruto to let out a terse breath and glare up at him.

“Not before me,” Sasuke demanded, turned on at Naruto’s inability to control himself. It was an example of how much Naruto wanted him. The blond couldn’t even contain himself long enough to get pleasure in return—it was enough for him to see Sasuke anxious, taking in shallow breaths, legs shaking at the uncontrollable urge to cum.

“Nnnng,” Naruto knelt forward as Sasuke’s grip tightened, sending the near-close urge to explode farther away. Naruto looked disappointed, but there was a competitive glare in his eye, one that added to his erratic behavior.

Naruto’s hand found its way out of Sasuke’s tight entrance and the blond pushed him backwards, forcing him down onto the rough tiled floor of the kitchen. He swatted at Sasuke’s hand to that he could flip around, positioning his head over Sasuke’s still hardened flesh.

Lowering hiss head he took in Sasuke’s erection again, this time forcing it deeper, sucking hard, running his fingers deftly over Sasuke’s pulsing balls. Sasuke let out a low moan and pushed his hips upwards, fighting against Naruto’s downward plunges, the feel of hot saliva intermingling with Naruto’s fumbling fingers making his breaths shallow and uncontrolled.

A desperate glance upwards made Sasuke envelope Naruto’s erection again, urging it to calm down. It was a miracle that Sasuke could keep him down long enough to saddle him, the blond’s incompetence something that aroused him even more. Naruto bucked down against him at the constraint and Sasuke felt himself coming to a climax, Naruto’s arms curling around his thighs and parting his cheeks, playing with the sensitive contours of the rear he was soon to claim.

Almost...oh, God…

“Naru—a-almost, gah—“ One more thick thrust of Naruto’s mouth and he would be there. His thighs were shaking as he held himself in the air, desperate to be enveloped by that final devoured moment. And Naruto downed him, taking him all of the way in, stopping at the base and dragging his lips up in a painfully slow motion, sucking hard as Sasuke stuttered into an intense explosion.

“Naruto!” He quaked as the sensation toppled through his body, Naruto still kneading his assets, fingering the tensing outlet. Sasuke felt Naruto suck down the juices he had spilled and lick him clean, his own hips bobbing in the desire for release.

“Sasuke,” Naruto mumbled, his voice craving, “Let go,” and Sasuke did, releasing the softening member in his hand. He felt Naruto set him back on the tiled floor and took long breaths as the blond scrambled into a better position, straddling Sasuke after yanking up his sore legs.

When Sasuke glanced down he bit back a smirk. “You’re hard already,” he almost mocked, “is that what I do for you?”

Naruto growled and settled his erection against Sasuke, forcing himself in after rubbing his moist fingers over the outer ridge. Sasuke hissed as Naruto edged out, jamming himself in deeper with the second round.

“That may—ah, be true,” Naruto gasped, and he climbed over Sasuke’s torso so that their chests almost glided together, “but look at what I do to you,” he panted, and he curled his hips forward, sending himself into Sasuke in a riveting motion, the tip of his erection gliding across the sensitive gland of Sasuke’s prostate.

Sasuke bit back a moan and felt his exhausted erection jerk, moaning as Naruto’s motions became jerky, clumsily movements meant to satisfy the craving inside Naruto’s groin above the needs of his partner. And Sasuke didn’t mind.

He gripped the tiled flooring and watched the desperate emotions overcoming Naruto’s face, lips contorting into some bestial grin as he found some angle he liked. Sasuke tightened the muscles as best he could against the incoming friction of Naruto’s desperate pounding, embarrassing grunts and groans sounding from parted lips as shaky hips threatened a release.

“Oh, f—fuck…” Naruto pulled himself upward as he jammed himself in for the final time, his hips shuddering against Sasuke’s as he released himself, jerking forward again as a second wave overwhelmed him. The sexually barbaric look on his face contorted into one of seamless pleasure, and Sasuke thumbed his newly-aroused half-hard member into a sore trickle of cum before Naruto collapsed on top of him.

Sasuke scowled as the body weight overpowered him, knocking the air out of him.

“You’re so clumsy,” he sounded out, and Naruto breathed against him as he attempted to settle his racing heart.

“I am not.”

“If I didn’t know how to control that thing, you’d be incompetent,” Sasuke said again, a smirk crossing his features. Naruto snorted against him.

“Some incompetence.” The saying seemed to be backed up by the puddle of cum between them, sticky against their torsos. His voice was slightly defensive.

“Hn, it doesn’t matter,” Sasuke said and he ran a hand through Naruto’s hair, causing the other man to glance up to him. “I like you desperate.”

There was a pause where Naruto raised an eyebrow and Sasuke smirked and added, “It’s one thing I can beat you at.”

Naruto cocked a grin and pushed himself up, grinding his hips against Sasuke’s pelvis. A very obvious and hardening muscle slid across Sasuke’s stomach.

“You can never beat my stamina though,” he smirked, and Sasuke suddenly felt his aching thighs, his exhausted arousal, and his sore ass. Naruto cocked a smirk.

“Care to say anything about my incompetence again?” he asked, continuing to grind.

Sasuke frowned.

And suddenly remembered why he double-knotted the drawstrings on his pants.