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There’s a storm brewing behind Naruto’s eyes when Sasuke steps into the office. Despite the pinched look on the man’s face, Sasuke marches forward as if nothing is amiss. The frown on Naruto’s face deepens and Sasuke would have asked who had put that ugly expression on Naruto if the perpetrator hadn’t walked in.
“I’ll be leaving the end of the week.”
Naruto stares at him before heaving a sigh. He’s got his elbows resting on the desk, a grim expression replacing the ugly frown from before.
“No, you’re not. You need the approval of the Hokage. You don’t have it,” he says simply, as if Sasuke has ever listened to him a day in his life.
“It’s a simple mission. Exploration, research, typical field work that shouldn’t be a problem.”
“Then I’ll go have a replacement selected by the end of the day.”
“It’s a simple B-Rank mission, idiot—”
“That’s going to last three months, Sasuke.”
Naruto gets up and grabs his cloak.
“We’ll talk about this later. You just got back from another assignment only a few days ago,” he says, throwing Sasuke a pointed look. “We can grab dinner at that yakitori restaurant you like so much.”
Sasuke remains silent, choosing to accept the olive branch as he follows Naruto out the door.
Naruto’s on his tenth skewer, polishing his meat clean off the stick before tossing it into the bowl. Sasuke nibbles on his third, a tender slab of chicken thigh. He has a skewer of cherry tomatoes waiting for him after that he plans to take his time devouring. Naruto is watching him as the man takes a sip of his tea, contemplation written over his face as his eyes catch the glint of the wedding band that sits on Sasuke’s finger.
“I never get tired of seeing you in it,” Naruto remarks, guiding Sasuke’s hand over, lips brushing over the knuckle and ring.
“That’s because I can’t take it off.” He retorts, cheeks flushed as he yanks his hand away.
“Neither can I.” Naruto flashes his hand, ring evident on his finger. It’s a simple black band with a ruby stoned carved into the shape of a crescent moon at the center. Upon a closer look, minuscular seals are engraved on the ring.
Naruto wore his moon and he wore the sun. A silver band with a sapphire molded into the shape of the sun, the same seals etched on the band.
“Truly the peak of romance. Jiraya’s taught you well,” Sasuke says drily.
It had been a simple proposal. The two of them on top of the Hokage monument, overlooking Konoha in the midst of a sunset. Not even twenty and Naruto had came to him baring the rings. During his apprenticeship under Kakashi, he had taken an interest in his mother’s birth village and the fuinjutsu that Uzushiogakure was renowned for. Much to Sasuke’s surprise, Naruto had maintained that interest throughout the years. He would have asked him why the interest had remained, but the evidence was on his finger.
Naruto had explained it throughly, not wanting to blindside Sasuke in accepting an unknown gift. Once worn, it could never be taken off. That was the first aspect of the seals. The second was the chakra signature embedded on it. How Naruto had embedded both their signatures on their respective rings was something he had never cared to ask. Just that the two rings were linked together no matter how far the other had traveled.
The ring had been on Sasuke’s finger for the last ten years.
“Just you wait, I haven’t swept you off your feet yet.”
Sasuke scoffs.
“Sounds like a threat.”
“Sounds like a promise, asshole.”
“Wow. Consider me swept. I must be the luckiest man alive.”
“Who taught you to be funny? Was it Kakashi?!”
Naruto has Sasuke against the wall by the time they arrive inside. Sasuke doesn’t prefer having a 24/7 anbu surveillance team lurking nearby, but it comes with the title. They split their time between the residence and Sasuke’s cottage near the outskirts of the village.
“Mmph—Slow down, idiot. It’s like you’re trying to eat me alive.” He scowls and shoves Naruto off, only managing to push him back a step.
“Haven’t you heard the news? I’m having Sasuke for dessert,” Naruto says, leaning closer as he holds Sasuke’s gaze, lips curving into a sharp smile that has Sasuke’s instincts sounding in alarm despite the corny statement.
Sasuke’s on his back and he would have marveled how fast Naruto had skillfully removed him of his clothes, the blond muttering how he wore too many layers. To which, Sasuke retorted he would just show up naked to the office next time. Naruto quickly shuts him up with a kiss before slipping a finger inside.
It doesn’t take long for Naruto to slot all eight inches of his cock in as if its his birthright, familiar with being between Sasuke’s legs. Sasuke hisses at the stretch. Despite years of being with Naruto, he’s never quite gotten used to the size of Naruto’s girth. He’s got his hand splayed on Sasuke’s stomach, palm down as he meets his eyes. There’s a feral grin on Naruto’s face and that’s the only warning he gets before Naruto pulls out, cock catching at the rim before he shoves back inside.
The harsh movement has Sasuke gripping at the sheets, knuckles tight with tension as Naruto sets a punishing pace. His cock flops uselessly, untouched and leaking with precum as moans are forced out. He feels carved out, stretched so wide and full. Naruto is too big. It’s too much. The hands move with one hand firm on his hips while the other cradles his cheek, nearly mocking in contrast to the brutal thrusts.
At one point, Naruto finds his prostate and zeroes in on it, ramming his cock so the tip of it can kiss the spot that makes Sasuke arch his back, eyes dazed as soft stutters of “ah ah ah” fills the room.
Naruto is downright cruel when he rolls his hips. The action slow and deliberate as Sasuke feels every inch of him, hot and throbbing against his silky walls. He’s hitting all the right spots that has Sasuke keening.
Sometimes it’s a competition between them. Who can get the other person to cum first, who is more vocal, and who can last more rounds.
Sasuke takes the chance to grind back down, meeting Naruto’s thrusts that has the man growling. The sound excites Sasuke, a shiver running through him like lightening strike.
“Think you can last—ah! Eh, Naruto?” Sasuke bites out, the man’s name rolling off his tongue with ease in-between pants.
“Oh, Sasuke,” Naruto tuts, bringing a hand forward to brush the hair off Sasuke’s face so that the man can see both his eyes. “It’s you I’m worried about, sweetheart.” He doesn’t get a chance to retort as Naruto takes complete control of the situation, pumping his cock deep into him and yanking him in for a rough kiss. Moans are swallowed as Sasuke cums. It’s the first for the night.
High pitched moans spill from his lips, bruised and swollen from all the kisses Naruto had bestowed on him. Sasuke feels far away. Sanity and time slipping away from him as he dangles, limp and helpless at the mercy of Naruto. He sees himself in the mirror; face distorted in displeasure. His eyes are dazed and heavy, cheeks flushed with bangs sticking to his hair. His head feels heavy, lolling on Naruto’s shoulder as the man supports his entire body. He’s got his legs high up in the air, toes pointed to the ceiling. Naruto is relentless, cock slamming into his sloppy hole. It’s obscene. The rim is pink and puffy from abuse, precum leaking out from where their joined.
He’s babbling by the time he cums for the second time.
He’s dropped onto Naruto’s lap in the next round, hole accepting the length. Naruto is laying on the bed, arms folded behind him in a lax gesture as he motions Sasuke to move with his eyes. His cocksure expression fueling Sasuke’s irritation, but also has his cock stiffening. His thighs burn as he moves, feeling Naruto’s cock slipping out of him, only to slam back down to feel the entire length. He keens, shoulders shaking as he sits back down, his own cock weeping pathetically. There’s a restless energy settling in his stomach, making him twitchy and sensitive, as if his instincts are in overdrive, knowing that he has to endure more.
“My husband’s so good to me,” Naruto murmurs, fingers ghosting down Sasuke’s back before stopping at the area where their conjoined. “But you’re gonna have to work much harder, Sasuke.” Calloused hands grip his waist, locking him firmly in place as Naruto rocks up, and Sasuke rolls his eyes backward, body taut as he accepts Naruto’s cock.
He’s on his stomach this time, body sinking into the mattress. Naruto is on top of him, his entire body covering him like a cocoon. One side of his face is mushed on the pillow, attempting to hide the mewls coming out from him as Naruto digs his cock deeper into him. And. Doesn’t. Fucking. Move. Arms bracket the sides of his head as Naruto gifts him with soft kisses. On his cheek. On his nape. He’s saying something. Praising Sasuke for how good he is, how good he feels—all words that are noises to Sasuke. Because Naruto isn’t moving. The entire length of his cock is shoved so deep and far into him, throbbing and oozing precum, is not moving. He tries clenching his hole, massaging Naruto’s useless cock.
“Is. Your. Dick. Broken?” Sasuke manages to bite out between his hole squeezing around Naruto. He feels the grin behind his shoulder, only for Naruto to grind back down. “Ngh—How are you getting b—bigger, idiot!”
Sasuke has lost track of how many rounds they’ve gone through. Naruto had him on all fours, standing, up against the wall, a clone pumping into him while Sasuke sucked him off. His stomach is a mess, but he’s too fucked out to complain. Body slacked as he slumps on the bed, faceplanting into the pillow, limbs jelly and useless. His hole is obscene, red and stretched out with globs of Naruto’s cum oozing out.
“Guess I win this time, Sasuke.” Laughter in his husband’s tone that sounds far away. He doesn’t reply, too fucked out. Naruto rolls him over, pride evident in his eyes as he sees the serene expression on Sasuke’s face. Mismatched hazy eyes, pink lips curving into a gentle smile, drool dribbling from a corner of his mouth. He reviews his handiwork of bite marks and hickies, pleased that there’s one high enough that none of Sasuke’s shirts can hide. Sasuke feels his cheeks being spread apart, forcing more of the cum to droop out. Naruto whistles, drinking in the sight of his husband’s debauched hole. “You’d be pregnant by now if you were able to have kids. Twins on the first time,” Naruto says, a dreamlike quality to his tone as he fingers Sasuke’s hole, smearing the cum between his fingers in awe. “Hey Sasuke, do you think there’s a jutsu for that?”
Sasuke doesn’t respond, mind long vacated the premise.
Naruto takes care of him the next morning, helping him bathe and wash his hair. He waits for Sasuke to finish his breakfast before leaving, planting a smooch on his cheek before prancing out the door.
That morning, the seventh Hokage can be seen skipping down to work, beaming at anyone that catches his eye. Meanwhile, Sasuke is left at home, bedridden for the next two days, nursing a sore ass, aching back, and legs too weak like a newborn fawn to move, much less take missions.
I’m going to Chidori his dick off, Sasuke thinks as he stares blankly at the ceiling.
Shikamaru who is present to all of Naruto’s mood swings, half of them involving Sasuke, wisely does not comment as he watches Naruto take the opportunity to to assign a replacement for the mission, stamping his Hokage seal on the document with a vicious, manic look in his eyes. He makes a mental note to inform Sakura to pay Sasuke a house visit as Doctor Haruno.
“Hey Shikamaru,” Naruto says, eyes still on the documents. “Have you heard of any justus that can get a man pregnant?”
Shikmaru, friend, advisor, and sometimes part marriage counselor of the seventh Hokage, squashes down the sigh that threatens to erupt.