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It's kind of a rare occasion for Sasuke. You know, getting horny. Almost like a treat.
All throughout his life, he hasn't had much time to be horny, with training and revenge and trauma and the war and getting thrown into prison and suddenly having to readjust to living in Konoha after everything was said and done. He was busy, okay?
But there are just some times...
Times he looks at Naruto and wants to climb him like a tree.
It’s embarrassing, positively humiliating, but fuck you, he’s denied himself company and repressed every desire since he was seven, he deserves to get a little horny sometimes, who the fuck are you to judge?
Anyway, it wasn’t always this way.
It was a tender thing, years ago when Naruto spent more and more time at Sasuke’s apartment, bringing more of his stuff little by little until he rarely went back to his own place anymore. They never officialized anything, their relationship was too fragile of a thing to define it.
Most importantly, it was a… fumbling thing, virgins as they were. Overwhelmed easily, leaking and soaking their underwear after a few heated kisses. Red-cheeked and shy-eyed. Clinging to each other through uncharted waters.
Well, until they created a map and any chasteness and embarrassment jumped out the window. Until they got a couple noise complaints from their nextdoor neighbours and became masters in soundproofing seals. Until they had to budget so their money wouldn’t slip through their fingers after buying so much lube. Until they could no longer take the heat thrumming underneath their skin at random times in the apartment and fucked on every avalible surface in every avaliable position two flexible and tireless Shinobi in their prime could manage.
He misses it sometimes, both the eager fumbling and the insatiable hunger, if he’s honest with himself for once. It’s different now that Naruto is Hokage, spending more time at the Tower than outside of it, mumbling about paperwork in his sleep, barely having the energy to fuck anymore, be it tenderly or roughly. They still do it sometimes, when Naruto comes back early enough to find Sasuke still awake and when Sasuke is not angry at him or Konoha or his wretched fate in general. And even then, it’s Naruto who almost always initiates, needy after a too long day at work. And there’s something smug and greedy that purrs inside Sasuke’s chest when it happens, every time he and Naruto realize once again there will always be something that Konoha simply cannot provide, something that protecting the village and devoting himself to the system won’t ever satisfy.
Which is why the feeling of being horny is so novel. For a myriad of reasons, Sasuke rarely initiates. Because it feels like he’s bothering Naruto, like having sex is some sort of chore. Because he sometimes hates even glancing in Naruto’s direction. Because he can barely get out of bed some days, let alone stick his hand down his pants.
Sasuke touched himself this morning until his whole hand was soaked and his arm burned, coming twice with his face pressed to Naruto’s pillow, still smelling faintly of him despite having left long ago.
It’s not enough, he spends the remainder of the day restless, itching to drop everything and jerk off again, and he could make a clone but it’s just not the same, he wants Naruto’s lips on him and Naruto’s tongue inside him.
The moment the sun starts going down and he’s still horny, he gives up. He makes a decision, to jump Naruto as soon as he walks through the door and shove him onto the bed, and he will stick to it.
The sky darkens outside but it’s not unusual to be alone at this hour, so he simply takes a shower, soaps himself well, and goes to prepare dinner in hopes Naruto makes it.
His desire wanes when disappointment slowly but surely creeps in as the clock ticks by, his enthusiasm to ravish Naruto as he crosses the threshold of the apartment dims, but before sadness swallows him whole, the door clicks and opens.
It’s not as late as it could be and it shows when Naruto trudges in, shoulders down and gaze aiming at the floor, and visibly brightens up as soon as he glances at Sasuke lounging in their living room couch and nursing a mug of tea, half surprise and half fondness.
And Sasuke—well, he struggles to not perk up too, deep on the inside. Because as much as he hates that stupid hat and that stupid robe and everything they represent and done to him and Naruto, he's still relieved when he comes back
“Hi,” Naruto breathes out, staring at Sasuke rosy-cheeked, almost shy while happy at the same time, before realizing he’s staring and toes off his sandals. “I’m home.”
And the apartment will never be home, home won’t ever be in Konoha, but Sasuke can bypass the feeling for now to down the last of his tea, get up from the couch and head to the kitchen.
Even when he doesn’t truly mean to, his tone is still somewhat soft. “Dinner’s getting cold.”
Later, as they finish eating by the counter, Sasuke thinks—no, he knows that Naruto doesn’t really need any buttering up, but he just can’t help it, he can’t escape the thought that Naruto might reject him some day, as though it’s even possible.
They’re subtle, his attempts at seduction. Once, he would have actually slammed Naruto against the door and kissed him before he said a single word in greeting, but that was before Konoha began sucking the life out of him so Sasuke has to play it by ear, put all of the skill he honed for years to wage Naruto’s mood and decide whether to advance or retreat and save him the embarrassment of expressing needs and wants.
He finishes his plate quickly, if only so he can lean on Naruto, head on his shoulder and fingers wrapped around his bicep as he eats the last of his meal. Under the table, he rubs his foot up and down Naruto’s calf, messing up the hem of his pants with his toes. When he’s not rejected, meaning turning the whole thing simply romantic by pulling away and giving him a chaste kiss on the forehead, Sasuke gets a little more daring, just a little bit—by pressing his nose into Naruto’s neck and resting his lips on the nearest patch of warm skin he can find, by sliding his hand down the elbow and hand and softly kneading at Naruto’s thigh.
It works like a charm. Nauto goes along with it, has always gone along with it because Sasuke is perhaps his one and only weakness, Naruto could be dead on his feet and he would still crawl back to Sasuke if he so much as asked.
Food finished, Naruto sighs and parts his legs painfully slowly, audibly swallows and shifts in his chair imperceptibly and tilts his head to the side, a silent permission for Sasuke to lick and nibble at his throat.
Once he seemingly gets a hold of his hands, Naruto is quick on the uptake, groping at his thigh, fingers edging between Sasuke’s legs but retreating before they stray too far, and pulling away to grab at Sasuke’s nape and bring him into a slow, sensual kiss.
Fuck, Sasuke can literally feel himself getting wet.
Long, long ago —back when he still had boobs, that’s how long ago it was— it kind of used to bother him, staining his underwear and making it damp for no reason annoyed him to no end, but Naruto quickly convinced him otherwise when he got on his knees after they stared fucking and buried his face between Sasuke’s legs, making awfully erotic slurping noises until Sasuke basically cried and he briefly had to rely on Kurama to heal the ache on his jaw and tongue.
He’s been thinking about it all day and he’s tired of waiting.
He gets up, fuck the dishes that he will undoubtedly hate washing tomorrow, and drags Naruto to their bedroom by the collar of his shirt, all the while trying to keep their lips together.
When they miraculously make it at last, Sasuke’s knees bumping against the edge of the bed, Naruto is about to push him onto it but Sasuke is having none of that today. He flips just in time for Naruto to overcompensate his balance and land on the blankets, air shortly knocked out of his lungs, and Sasuke rapidly clutches at his shirt to sit him up and straddle him.
Like some sort of animal in heat, he immediately heavily grinds down on Naruto, shifting until he can properly rub himself against the hard bulge in his pants. He’ll have to clean them, these are pants he wears to the office, and although two layers of fabric separate from Sasuke’s burning core from him, they’re thin, worn loungewear, so it won’t be long before they’re stained at the front and the thought sends a thrill down his spine, the thought of briefly ruining the Hokage’s day and chuckling at him in the morning as he frantically searches for a decent pair of pants.
Naruto doesn’t disappoint, meets him blow for blow in perfect coordination. He shamelessly sucks bruises on Sasuke’s throat and then collarbones once he yanks his shirt off of him—running his hands everywhere he can reach, from his hair to yank at it just right in tandem with the rolls of Sasuke’s hips, across his back to drag his nails down the pale skin until he leaves red marks on it and force a shiver down his spine, to his ass, daringly pushing both his pants and boxers down to knead at the firm yet soft flesh.
It doesn’t really surprise Sasuke when Naruto picks him up, hands below his thighs, and lays him down on the bed but before Naruto can even latch onto his nipples or perhaps even unbutton his own pants, Sasuke pushes him downwards by the shoulders, guiding his head by the golden spikes of hair.
Naruto’s baby blue eyes lighten up in realization, his mind in tune with Sasuke’s desires, for better or for worse, and so he hurries up, yanking Sasuke’s pants and ruined underwear in one go and throwing them somewhere before spreading Sasuke’s legs with rough hands.
He visibly swallows at the sight, pupils widening and tongue darting out to wet his lips, his fingers squeezing at Sasuke’s thigh when Sasuke’s cunt clenches around nothing, slick trailing out of him and sliding down, covering the messy pitch-black curls and his ass and staining the bed.
Sasuke doesn’t need to say anything else but Naruto dives in, licking a long stripe bottom up with the flat of his tongue before settling down more comfortably on the bed, laying on his stomach and humping the mattress, licking him everywhere, drooling on every crease and fold as Sasuke sighs, stretching his back by arching it once and finally slumping back down with his hand caressing Naruto’s hair, softly brushing hair away from his forehead.
Oh, Naruto plays him like a fiddle, years of doing this to him hanging off his belt like a reward medal, avoiding his clit until Sasuke starts biting back whines and squirming with impatience and quickly circling it with his tongue once he realizes, over and over and side to side before he begins properly sucking, lips a perfect remedy for the restlessness Sasuke’s been feeling all day.
He sneaks a glance at Naruto, at the sheen layer of sweat glistening on the tan skin, the faint scrunch of his eyebrows as he focuses, muscles of his back flexing as he presses his cock against the bed, though his admiring can’t last long, not when Naruto shamelessly starts moaning, the vibrations reaching deep into his guts, making his legs tremble and a broken moan rip out of his throat.
However, there’s one thing and one thing only Sasuke has been thinking about this whole day and he’ll be damned if he doesn’t come that way.
He pushes Naruto away until he gets the hint, hazy eyes wide in confusion, but Sasuke rearranges them quickly, paws at Naruto until he’s on his back and it’s worth it because the second Sasuke straddles his upper chest on wobbly legs, knees besides his ears, a loud groan escapes Naruto, eyes fluttering shut and hips bucking off the bed, cock helpless to seek friction in the confines of his pants.
He seemingly doesn’t care, not the painful hardness nor the stain Sasuke can already see faintly forming—Naruto simply wraps his arms around Sasuke’s thigh from below and drags him closer until Sasuke’s cut hovers over his awaiting mouth, tongue stuck out and panting like a dog.
Despite the fact he’s literally shaking, Sasuke goes down carefully yet the relief is instant. Heat and more heat, Naruto’s wonderful tongue slobbering all over his cunt, humming and moaning loudly as he does it. Eyes squeezed shut, Sasuke can but clutch at the headboard and whimper, flinching and tightening his legs, when Naruto dips his tongue inside him, going as deep as he can and forcing Sasuke’s hips down to go even deeper.
Vaguely, Sasuke wonders if he can breathe but Naruto doesn’t seem to care about this either, not when he splays both his hands on Sasuke’s ass to press him forward and then drag him back and Sasuke is helpless to go along with it, to widen his stance and ride Naruto’s face like his life depends on it, until he’s reduced to a dripping mess of weak moans and relentless panting, trying in vain to catch his breath.
And he’s close, he’s so fuckin close he can taste it, bead of sweat sliding down his temple, cunt throbbing, guts and legs tingling, but without his hand on the headboard, softly thumping against the wall, he might topple over and all the pleasure climbing up and up his body will be for nothing because he’ll have to start all over again, and he won’t risk Naruto moving away for a second, not even to rearrange his arm. And even if he wanted, Sasuke’s not sure he’d say anything, Naruto simply paints too hot a picture, completely blissed out, happy to be of service, sticking his tongue out for Sasuke to desperately hump and putting his lips and chin to good use, and even if he needed it, tears pricking at his eyes, maybe he couldn’t, he can barely breathe right now, even the idea of speaking feels impossible—
But fuck, he’s never been able to come without the tiniest bit of pressure on his clit and Naruto’s nose is just right there and—
With a bitten-off frustrated shout, the headboard worryingly creaking under his hand, Sasuke decides that fuck it. If he dies, he dies.
The next time he bucks hips forward, he makes sure to bump his clit against Naruto’s nose and oh, shit—
He can’t help but curl up whole, so tightly that it hurts—scream ripping out his throat, each limb quaking as he rides Naruto’s face, rubbing his clit each and every time into Naruto’s nose while Naruto moans even louder, shaking as well to the point Sasuke has to squeeze his legs and keep his head still as lighting continues to run through his veins, shocking him from the inside.
He stays there, shivering and releasing the headboard so his knuckles stop aching and trying to catch his breath and fully seated on Naruto’s face until he feels rapid taps on his thigh, the kind you use while sparring so your opponent lets you go, and Sasuke startles and rises up on instinct, suddenly remembering Naruto needs to fucking breathe.
Only half worried, Sasuke sneaks a glance down, catching the second Naruto inhales a sharp breath, a raspy sort of gulp, before letting it all out in one go and holy shit, he looks absolutely wrecked. Eyes closed, skin completely red, positively drenched, half his face glistening.
With a shaky hand, Sasuke reaches behind him and in that brief moment before Naruto flinches and lets escapes a strangled noise, Sasuke feels the front of his pants wet and he confirms the facts when he glances over his shoulder and sees cum seeping through the fabric.
Weakly chuckling, Sasuke hops off Naruto and slumps on the bed, closing his eyes as well but resting his hand atop Naruto’s chest. Eventually, Naruto clumsily wraps their fingers together but neither of them make a single move to get up yet.
It doesn’t entirely surprises Sasuke when a short chuckle escapes Naruto, and it surprises him even less when he gives up hiding it and fully laughs, the movement of his belly like little quakes of the earth beneath Sasuke.
“If I knew this was waiting for me, I would’ve come home earlier,” Naruto giggles, slick still on his face and cum uncomfortably drying in his pants.
Despite himself and every instinct telling him he should frown and snap, Sasuke can’t help but softly chuckle too.
“Take it as a lesson then,” he grumbles, thumb rubbing up and down on the back of Naruto’s hand.
However, instead of turning it into an argument like they usually do, Naruto simply replies, “Well, I’m still here. I’ve got all night and I can afford to get to the Tower a little later tomorrow.”
And Sasuke’s not seeing it, eyelids blissfully closed, but he can hear Naruto’s bright grin plastered on his face.
His answer is a fond whisper. “Pervert.”
Sasuke’s heart flutters inside his chest when Naruto sweetly kisses him and heat sparks between his legs all over again when Naruto trails his fingers down, down, down.