A Recipe to Cure Virginity

Ohi. This one-shot is actually a scene from an original fic I'm writing at the moment, but it just seemed so perfect for Sasuke + Naruto that I've decided to post it here (with the names changed to Naruto and Sasuke of course).

Since I've just lifted it from another story I guess the plot needs a bit of background info. Not that there's any real plot in this scene when taken out of context... but here goes.

Background Info
Sasuke and Naruto are roommates at a military academy. Sasuke is pretty withdrawn, he has abandonment issues and hasn't really shown any interest in either gender. Naruto on the other hand is a bit of a playboy, and is the only person Sasuke has let himself become friends with... mostly through forced interaction.

During their first real mission, which was ambushed by the enemy, Sasuke kills someone. He freaks out about it and disappears when they arrive back at base. Naruto finds him later that evening in a bar and very drunk (for the first time).

This scenes starts as they make their way back to their room.

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The walk back to our room was excrutiatingly slow, my left arm draped across Naruto's shoulders and his right arm around my waist. Fortunately by now the streets were quiet, as were the dormitory corridors, meaning very few people had seen me in my sorry state.

Naruto fumbled with the lock to our door. He carried me inside and threw me down onto my bed. The room appeared to spin slightly before steadying. A tug at my feet made me look down to the foot of my bed to see Naruto stood there frowning as he tried to remove my shoes. I giggled as he removed my socks, his cold hands brushing against the soles of my feet.

"Arms up." Naruto pulled me into a sitting position and I lifted my arms into the air. He started to pull the damp cloth off me when a cold hand brushed past my nipple. I gasped at the pleasurable sensation. Shit. Naruto had paused, he'd sensed what I felt in that split moment. A second later the t-shirt was pulled roughly over my head.

He sat beside me on the bed, one hand brushing a few strands of hair from my face, the other trailed gently down my chest. The wandering hand circled slowly around my left nipple, teasing me. A long finger began to flick over it. I gave a low moan and Naruto smirked, clearly pleased with the reaction he was getting.

The hand on my chest pressed against me, forcing me onto my back. Naruto's head lowered to meet mine, his lips pressed gently against my own. His tongue traced gently down my jaw and neck, my skin tingling in its wake as it made its way down slowly, past my shoulders, his eyes still fixed on mine as I watched him intently.

Like a cobra his lips suddenly clamped over my left nipple. He sucked hard, his tongue flicking across the tip. It was an intense mix of pleasure and pain that arched my back, made me cry out. I could feel him chuckle against me. My hands gripped the back of his short hair, torn between pressing him into me and pulling him off.

My heart beat wildly against my chest and my breath was ragged. I screamed for him, the pleasure washing over my mind, blocking out any coherent thoughts. He stopped suddenly, giving the sensitive skin a quick kiss before he sat up and pulled the sweater over his head, tossing it onto the floor. The haze in my head lifted ever so slightly, enough to notice from where I lay that Naruto was very excited. In that brief moment I realised that I was in the same situation.

Before I could protest his lips descended once more, heading straight for the untouched nipple. As the sensation took over me once more I felt a few sharp tugs at my waist, then warmth as a hand slid down into my boxers and took hold of me. I inhaled sharply. The hand began to move, slowly at first, but quickly speeding up, jerking against the cloth that seemed to grow tighter with every stroke, whilst his mouth continued its relentless assault.

I opened my eyes when the hand retreated, unable to remember when I had closed them. His lips gave one last touch to the sore skin that they had worked on so meticulously. Naruto stood and moved to the bottom of the bed. He leaned over, his hands gripping at the waist of my jeans. I lifted my hips automatically as he pulled them down over my legs. He reached up once more, tugging at the thin material that covered my erection, exposing me completely.

I watched as he started to unfasten his belt, then a button. He looked up, caught me staring and smiled. The zip came down ever so slowly... deliberately teasing. He wiggled his hips softly, letting the trousers fall gradually of their own accord. One hand played over the line of his abs, following a thin trail of golden hair. It disappeared beneath his waistband, grasping and stroking as he watched me watch him.

He dropped the boxers in one swift movement and crawled onto the bed, parting my legs so he could kneel between them. His excitement was in plain view, above my own. I had the sudden urge to touch it and my hand moved cautiously towards it. Naruto gave a surprised look when my hand wrapped around him. I moved my hand down to the base, feeling the soft skin slide over him, and back up again, fascinated by the slight curve as he let out a low moan. I repeated the movement again, and again. His hands played along the inside of my thighs as his hips rocked impatiently.

Without warning his lips crashed down onto mine. His tongue pressed inside me, snaking around my own. I could feel his body begin to tremble as he pulled back. A hand gripped my own, prying it from him.

"Not yet," he whispered to me. Naruto stalked backwards, until his head was above my waist. As he crouched down his tongue swept across the tip of my erection. My whole body shuddered with anticipation. "I love virgins," he said. I felt the heat creep up my face as I blushed. He continued, "They’re always so responsive."

I opened my mouth to say something, but all thought was lost as the warmth of his mouth enveloped me. I threw my head back and cried out. With each bob of his head the tension in my lower gut grew and grew, his tongue working in time with every stroke.

I clawed at the edges of the mattress, desperate for something to hold onto. Each second the urgency, the need for release grew stronger. I began to thrust my hips upward, diving deeper into his mouth, faster and faster. I could feel it coming, just below the surface it was waiting, gaining strength with every lunge.

A pair of hands latched onto my hips, restricting my movement. I looked down to see Naruto continuing his painfully slow pace, eyes focused on mine, and it wasn't enough. I thrashed wildly against him, trying to find my release, but his grip held me firm, prolonging the torture.

I whimpered softly when he lifted his head and climbed back into position, kneeling over me. His arousal brushed against mine and he took them both into one hand and jerked erratically. The salty taste of his lips was thrust into me, his tongue exploring deeper than before. I mimicked its movements as I pressed into the kiss, and it was back again -- hiding just out of sight, waiting for the right moment to make itself known.

It started in one leg, a small twitch. My fingers dug into Naruto's shoulder blades and he grunted, the sounds mixing into my own. Then without warning I felt it pounce. My body writhed and convulsed under him. I screamed my pleasure into his mouth as he fought to keep the kiss going. A warm, wetness hit me on the chest. Naruto began to shudder above me, his strokes becoming more and more out of rhythm. He broke the kiss, gasping for air. I felt the length of him, still pressed against my own in his hand, begin to spasm as he let out a chorus of moans. The wet feeling hit me again, mixing with my own release.

Naruto collapsed on top of me. We lay there, each too exhausted to move, panting to regain our breath.

It was a few minutes before Naruto pushed himself up onto his elbows. He looked down at me, smiling. "I guess you're not so asexual after all." He laughed. I tried to frown, to think of something clever to say, but nothing came. My mind was blank, still awash with the afterglow. "I'll go get a towel," he said, bringing my attention to the stickiness that joined us together.


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Like I said, no actual plot... just good old steamy mansex.
Any feedback would be greatly appreciated. Thanks for reading.