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This is a mistake and Sasuke knows it. He knows it the same way he knows that he knows he’s been coming to Naruto’s too frequently, drinking himself under the bench, till he blacks out. But he sleeps so much better at Naruto’s, wakes up feeling refreshed, feeling as though he’s actually well rested. He never sleeps that well in the silence of his own apartment. At his apartment, he spends most of the nights either caught between tossing and turning or sleep eludes him entirely.
When he sleeps alone in his apartment, Sasuke is often reminded that sleep deprivation is a torture tactic.
But when he comes to Naruto’s, the warm little apartment he’s found for himself in one of the better areas of the city, he feels warm and welcome, comfortable. The food is always good, the sake even better, and the sleep, the best.
So when he came over tonight, he might have been thinking of all of those things and more. He may have been thinking about the way Naruto watches him, the hunger Naruto probably thinks he hides well. He never has. Not when they were in academy and it was hunger for what he thought Sasuke had—attention, adulation, talent—not when they were stupid twelve-year-old genin—and it was a hunger to beat Sasuke—and not when they were sixteen and Naruto hunted him down.
It had changed by sixteen, that hunger. By then, he didn’t want what Sasuke had or was, he just wanted Sasuke.
Sasuke once thought that once he submitted, he admitted that Naruto beat him, bested him, that Naruto’s hunger would wane. After all, if Sasuke were no longer running, would Naruto have any need to pursue him?
But the hunger never left his eyes. It changed again. It has been possessive for years, but it had become carnal.
For the first time since they were children, however, Naruto seemed content to wait. For what, Sasuke isn’t sure, but he’s finally beyond caring. The only one who feels like they see him, like they don’t judge him, like they genuinely like him—as he is—is Naruto. The longer he’s watched Sasuke with that banked desire, the more Sasuke has felt himself responding to it.
Until when he’s alone in his apartment, unable to sleep, he trails his fingers over his bare skin, imagining it’s Naruto touching him. It started with just touches—on his neck, his face, his shoulders, over the mark that Orochimaru left imbued in his skin—and he’d chicken out when it felt more intense than expected.
But Naruto still doesn’t make a move, and Sasuke goes to his place more often. They drink together, the evenings sometimes comfortable and easy, sometimes warm and almost giddy, and sometimes tight with a tension that Sasuke could swear he feels on his skin.
All of it is better than the lonely emptiness of his own apartment.
Their nights drag on, the hunger in Naruto’s eyes never dims, and Sasuke’s touches when he’s alone get bolder. His fingers slide beneath the sides of his kimono, touching his chest, finding his nipples. He imagines Naruto’s warmth above him, behind him, pressing close, his breath hot on Sasuke’s oversensitive skin. His cock grows hard and aching, but for some reason, Sasuke doesn’t want to touch himself there. It’s like he can hear Naruto in his brain, growling, That’s mine, don’t touch, and he can’t bring himself to disobey him, even in his imagination.
Besides, it’s not just his cock responding. When he touches himself, when he thinks about Naruto, he feels a growing itch inside. Part of him thinks that he should be the one pressing Naruto to the floor, demanding he submit, but who the fuck is he kidding? In the end, Naruto is always the one who wins, and Sasuke hasn’t fought him seriously in years. When he imagines them together, it’s Naruto’s weight against him, pressing him down, their chests slick against one another, or Naruto solid and unyielding at his back, his arms holding him close and tight, restraining him from fighting what they both know he wants.
Sasuke never makes himself come when he teases himself, but once he finally succumbs to sleep, he often finds release there. The dreams are vague and fuzzy, but clear enough that Sasuke knows whose dick is going where.
The more he dreams, the more he needs to tease himself, the more hungry he finds himself getting. For Naruto’s attention, his eyes, his hunger, his touch. Naruto has always been free with touching Sasuke, even when Sasuke was extremely clear as to how unwelcome it was.
Now, he’s craving it.
And taking Naruto into his body isn’t the only place he dreams of having him. He dreams of opening Naruto’s pants, of kneeling before him, taking his heavy length into mouth, sucking on it until Naruto is writhing and squirming beneath him. Till he forgets himself and forces himself to the hilt, filling Sasuke’s throat as if his cock is all Sasuke needs to breathe.
Those dreams are… a lot. When they started, they kept Sasuke away a little more, stunned at his own eagerness to be possessed, to be forced, to be subservient. If there’s anything he’d never felt he was, submissive is it, but with Naruto… to Naruto… has it ever really been any other way? No matter how hard he fought, how strong he got, how far he ran, Sasuke is always the one to finally give in, admit defeat. It had taken years, but Naruto won, wore Sasuke down until Sasuke couldn’t run anymore, didn’t even have the desire to try. Even he couldn’t outstubborn Uzumaki Naruto.
And that admission had been such a relief. Letting go, letting Naruto win, acknowledging that he didn’t even want to fight anymore? On some deep, intrinsic level he knew that if he let go, if he fell, Naruto would catch him. Would always catch him. He’d fight for Sasuke and kill for him, and—
And he would love Sasuke till his last breath.
He came to Naruto’s tonight having acknowledged that. It’s not just hunger or desire that he sees in Naruto, and maybe it’s not what he feels himself. Naruto knows—he’s always known his own feelings better than Sasuke has—so he’s just been waiting for Sasuke to catch up. For Sasuke to be the one to make the move.
Sasuke’s barely touched the sake tonight. It would be easy to get drunk, to let the alcohol be the excuse to kick off this terrible mistake he’s about to make. This is not how the story is supposed to go. Naruto is going to be Hokage, is supposed to get married, to father the next generation, and Sasuke… once said he wanted that too.
He doesn’t. Not anymore. There’s only one thing in this place he wants, and it’s Naruto. It’s always only ever been Naruto.
And Naruto wants him.
This is a terrible idea. Sasuke would be a terrible partner, a political disaster, and deadweight tied around Naruto’s throat. Making this move is selfish, even if it’s what they both want. It will likely make all of Naruto’s dreams harder. In truth, it’s probably something that Naruto just needs to fuck out of his system.
Sasuke is finally at the point where he'll take whatever he can get. Fuck this village; burn it to the ground. If Naruto wants him, who is Sasuke to deny him?
And Naruto looks so good in the golden lamplight. It casts a warm glow over him that makes him seem supernatural, as though he’s lit from within and he’s the source of light in the room.
The alcohol would have made an excellent excuse, but Sasuke doesn’t need one. He leans forward—not really sure what he’s doing, he’s never wanted this with anyone else, never touched anyone like this, has only ever kissed Naruto—but Naruto seems to know.
Even before their mouths touch, Naruto is reaching out to him, sliding a hand into Sasuke’s hair, guiding him, anchoring him, but not controlling him. He meets Sasuke almost halfway, lips slightly parted, aware, eager, welcoming.
Sasuke falls into him.
They’ve kissed before, but it’s been nothing like this. Those were clumsy, accidental touches, and though Sasuke has thought about them more than he will ever admit, they’re not the same. A spark of pleasure seems to start at his mouth and zips through his body, along every nerve, until it finally makes his fingertips tingle. He gasps and opens his mouth, which Naruto takes as an invitation. Maybe it is.
Maybe he welcomes Naruto’s tongue into his mouth. The faint flavor of sake teases at him when he sucks on Naruto’s tongue. He’s so lost in the feelings, in the sensations, the way their mouths are moving together, the way their tongues stroke and tease one another, the way his fingers are clinging to Naruto’s kimono, that he doesn’t realize Naruto’s hands have moved until he’s being hauled into Naruto’s lap.
The move is abrupt and startling enough to make Sasuke break their kiss, but before he can stop and think about it, before he can change his mind, before he can think, Naruto is sliding his hand back into Sasuke’s hair, guiding his head, bringing their mouths back together, even as he tugs Sasuke more firmly into his lap. He’s tugged forward far enough that their crotches rub up against one another, and Sasuke can’t help but gasp as his cock nudges up against Naruto’s.
Naruto’s already half-erect cock.
He gasps into Naruto’s mouth, reflex making him try to push away, but Naruto doesn’t let him. The hand in his hair, controlling his head, and the hand on his waist keep him in place, and—if he’s honest—Sasuke doesn’t actually fight that hard. Naruto’s hands are warm and strong, but not rough the way Sasuke’s are. Probably Kurama’s influence, keeping him from developing the calluses that ninja normally do.
Just when he feels like he needs to breathe, Naruto breaks the kiss, easing away, massaging his lips against Sasuke’s, as though parting from him even a little bit requires all of his self-control.
Maybe it does.
“If you don’t want this, you’d better tell me now,” he says, their mouths still so close that Sasuke can feel the vibrations of Naruto’s words against his own lips. Naruto’s cock has grown harder, just from the kiss, and Sasuke’s body is responding in kind. Naruto must feel it. “If you don’t tell me now, I’m not going to be able to stop later.” He moves forward, kissing along Sasuke’s jaw, making him lift his chin to give Naruto more space. As Naruto’s mouth teases places that have never been so tenderly touched, goosebumps rise all over Sasuke’s skin.
With his mouth so close to Sasuke’s ear, Sasuke can feel the heat of his breath, Naruto says, “I’ve wanted you for too long to stop if we go any further.”
Sasuke’s chest goes tight, even as his body thrums in answering desire. He has to swallow, but every inch of him feels charged, feels sensitive, feels eager, and there’s only one answer he can possibly give.
Wrapping his arms around Naruto’s shoulders, he pulls them tighter, presses his chest along Naruto’s, wedges their cocks together more tightly. “Don’t stop,” he breathes out.
Naruto’s cheek is pressed to his jaw, and he can feel the muscles in it tighten into a grin. It almost pisses Sasuke off, but then Naruto has latched onto the lobe of his ear, and Sasuke had no idea that spot would send such powerful sensations through him.
The hand in his hair guides Sasuke’s head even further back, making him bare his throat entirely. It should feel so incredibly vulnerable, but Naruto kisses his way down Sasuke’s neck, pausing to suck on each spot he kisses, till Sasuke knows that he’s going to have marks covering it. He should be more irritated by that than he is, but the pleasure teasing through him makes it hard to care about.
“Say my name,” Naruto murmurs against the curse mark that Orochimaru left. He nudges the collar of Sasuke’s kimono aside, biting hard at the curse mark before moving along Sasuke’s shoulder as he bares it.
Clenching his jaw, Sasuke instead starts to drop his own hands, wanting to strip Naruto of his kimono as well, grateful it’s midsummer and they’re both dressed in traditional clothing and that Naruto’s lazy about tying his own off. It makes it so much easier to shove it off Naruto’s shoulders, loosen it, and give him access to Naruto’s skin.
Naruto drops both of his hands to begin to really work Sasuke’s own kimono open, obviously wanting access to Sasuke’s skin as much as Sasuke wants access to his. Naruto’s clever hands get some of the internal ties free and shoves the kimono back until it bares his shoulders, slides down around to get caught on his elbows, and gives him access to not just his chest, but also his whole torso.
“Fuck, of course you’re not wearing anything underneath,” Naruto almost growls, his voice rougher and more gravely than Sasuke has ever heard it aside from when he’s been manifesting Kurama. His hand wraps around their cocks, making Sasuke buck up into his touch. He’s not even entirely sure when Naruto pulled his own cock out—too caught in the overwhelming sensations teasing through him—but being touched by another person sends a new thrill through him, and he grips Naruto’s bare shoulders hard.
Naruto’s other hand slips under Sasuke’s kimono to slide around and cup his ass, sliding fingers into Sasuke’s crack, teasing the incredibly sensitive skin there. When his fingertips tease over Sasuke’s hole, a shiver of pleasure wracks him, and his cock begins to leak precome, which makes Naruto’s hand slide on them more easily. However, Naruto’s fingers teasing at his hole, scraping over it, massaging it, rubbing at it but not pressing inside, has him torn between whether he should rock into Naruto’s hand on their cocks or back onto the fingers taunting him.
“Say my name, Sasuke,” Naruto demands again. “If you want me, say it.”
His hand has stilled on their cocks, but his other hand is still stroking and teasing Sasuke’s hole, and the itch he’s familiar with from teasing himself is growing. He needs more, needs to feel Naruto inside, but he doesn’t want to give in to Naruto’s demand.
“Inside,” Sasuke gasps out. “I want…”
“My name,” Naruto growls out, multiple fingers tugging at Sasuke’s hole, trying to coax it to relax without actually penetrating. Each tug sends a sizzle of pleasure through Sasuke, makes him hungry for more. He begins to rock into Naruto’s hand before rocking back to encourage the one teasing his hole.
He wants to hold out, make Naruto beg for this, beg for his voice, but the itch inside is growing, and Sasuke just knows that Naruto can scratch it.
Naruto might be the only one who can.
Softly, barely more than a whisper, Sasuke breathes out, “Naruto…”
Two fingers suddenly stop teasing, and Naruto bites down on his throat, hard, as if trying to mimic the penetration with his fingers. The pleasure that had been a teasing, taunting thing suddenly lights up along his body. The hunger isn’t tugging at him anymore; it’s consuming him. Having even the tips of Naruto’s fingers inside of him, stretching him, opening him up as they tug on his rim, makes his cock weep and drives his arousal higher than it’s ever been.
“Fuck,” Sasuke gasps out. If he thought he was torn between the pleasure from behind and the pleasure of his cock before, it’s nothing compared to the way he feels like he’s being yanked between them now.
Releasing his throat to lick and suck again, Naruto says, “Tell me what you want.”
His voice feels like it echoes in Sasuke’s chest, like it’s reaching down inside him and stroking his arousal even higher. Sasuke’s been turned on before, but never like this. This is so much more than he ever imagined it could be.
Yet, it’s not enough.
As much as he needs, as much as his body is singing with sensations he’s never experienced before, pleasure he has never come close to with self-indulgence, it’s not enough. The itch inside of him is growing, a coal stoked to a full fire, and somehow, Sasuke knows the only way to quench it will be with Naruto inside of him.
He rocks harder, tries to coax Naruto’s fingers deeper. The itch inside grows, like it’s a living thing, and Sasuke needs more.
“More…” he breathes out. He barely recognizes the low, needy whine in it, but he can’t be bothered to be embarrassed by it. He’s in Naruto’s lap, more naked than not, his cock is in Naruto’s hand, and Naruto’s fingers are in his ass, and all he wants, all he needs, is more.
Naruto chuckles, low and sultry, and Sasuke’s relieved he’s not the only one affected here. It’s also a sound that goes straight to his dick, straight to the needy emptiness inside of him. He’s the one who has made Naruto sound like that, and no one else has ever heard it.
If Sasuke has anything to say about it, no one else ever will.
Threading a hand into Naruto’s hair, he yanks on it, hard. “More, damn it,” he demands.
“So impatient,” Naruto chides, and he’s way too coherent if he could come up with that word. “I need to prepare you.” Then, to Sasuke’s surprise, he goes still. “Unless you’ve done this before.”
The way he says it almost sounds like a threat. Sasuke tries to buck on the fingers that are just teasing him, driving his hunger higher without satisfying it, and he snarls, “Of course not.” He’s been propositioned—and Orochimaru had made his interest clear—but the thought of being with the old man had made Sasuke’s skin crawl, and Orochimaru had opted not to push it when Sasuke said no. No one else has ever touched him so intimately, and Sasuke can’t think of anyone else he’d ever allow to.
Like a paused movie has hit play again, Naruto moves, languid and lazy, as though he hadn’t just been murderous at the thought a moment before. There’s an ugly part of him that loves when Naruto is violent, thinks he’s beautiful in his rage. No need to rile him up about this, though.
“Have you?” he asks, suddenly needing to know, desperate to know, really.
Naruto’s expression softens, and somehow, that tender look makes it hard to breathe. “No,” he says, almost gently. “There’s never been anyone else.” He adds a third finger, and Sasuke’s body thrills at the additional stimulation. “There never will be.”
The pleasure coursing through him—and its echoing growing need—almost makes Sasuke miss the last bit, but not quite. Part of him knows he should protest. They are not meant for one another; that’s not how the story goes. He’d reminded himself of that before he leaned over to kiss Naruto at all. This should be a fling, a matter of fucking each other out of their respecitive systems, so Naruto can go on to fulfill his dreams, complete with the wife and kids. He’ll never have that with Sasuke.
Right at that moment, Sasuke doesn’t give the most remote damn.
“Fuck me,” he says, using the grip in Naruto’s hair to pull him closer, trying to rock harder onto the fingers inside of him. They’re more tease than realization, and the hand on his cock is almost more distraction than pleasure. The hunger inside is growing, and he knows there’s only one thing that can possibly sate it. He doesn’t want to beg, but he’s quickly approaching that point, so he adds, “Naruto…”
He can feel Naruto jolt beneath him, as though Sasuke did something far more intimate that just saying his name. It pushes Naruto into motion, however. He releases their cocks to shove Sasuke’s kimono off and out of the way, and Sasuke does his best to rid Naruto of his as well, which means his gets stuck on his elbows. Naruto doesn’t seem to care, his hands going to cup Sasuke’s ass, lifting him up, guiding him forward, shifting him until he can feel the head of Naruto’s cock at his hole.
The need to have it inside him is nearly painful.
Naruto meets his eyes, and the possessive desire there is something Sasuke’s seen flashes of before, but he doesn’t think he recognized it. He knows what it is now, and he craves it.
“Last chance,” Naruto warns, as though he hadn’t told Sasuke that if it got this far, he wouldn’t be able to stop. As though Sasuke believed for a moment that Naruto wouldn’t stop if Sasuke told him to.
As if Sasuke would ever tell him to stop.
Putting a hand almost softly to Naruto’s cheek, Sasuke tilts his face up. Kneeling over him like this, Sasuke’s much taller, but the way Naruto is looking up at him is almost worshipful. Heart pounding harder, Sasuke’s not sure he’ll ever get his fill of that expression.
Leaning down, so close that he can feel Naruto’s breath tease against his own lips, Sasuke says, “Take me.”
With a growl, Naruto surges to close the hair’s distance between their mouths, and then he yanks down on Sasuke’s hips, impaling him. He swallows Sasuke’s cries as he’s opened brutally on Naruto’s cock, drinking them as though they’re water and he’s dying of thirst. Sasuke clings to him as he lets himself be pulled down, lets himself be taken and fucked, and he digs his fingers into Naruto’s back and shoulders. He can feel blood welling beneath his nails, but he doesn’t care, and it’s clear that Naruto doesn’t either. He’ll heal before they can be treated, and Sasuke doesn’t actually want him to stop.
He wants more.
When his ass comes to rest fully on Naruto’s thighs and Naruto is buried to the hilt in him, a whole-body shudder wracks him. It feels almost like an orgasm, but he doesn’t come, his cock remaining rock hard and leaking between them. The stretch is more intense than it is painful—or Sasuke’s idea of pain is so warped, this doesn’t qualify—but he can feel Naruto’s cock pulse and throb inside of him, and a sense of completion and rightness washes through him, almost strong enough to take his breath away.
If he had any breath that Naruto weren’t already stealing with his deep, possessive kisses.
Naruto’s the one who breaks the kiss, his face flushed, eyes almost black with his arousal, and he rakes them over Sasuke.
“Okay?” he asks. As if Sasuke hadn’t just clawed his back till he bled. Then again, Naruto’s healing probably makes his pain tolerance even more absurd than Sasuke’s.
Rocking slightly, testing their connection, pleasure rolls through Sasuke, and all he can do is let his head fall back as he sighs at the feel of it.
“More than,” he manages to say, and even to his own ears, he sounds almost drunk on it. They haven’t even come yet, and Sasuke already knows that no world exists where he’s willingly giving this up. Giving Naruto up. This is the way things are supposed to be—how they’re supposed to be. Connected. Joined. Bound. He slides a hand down his chest, not stopping until it’s resting low on his abdomen. Then he lifts his head and meets Naruto’s eyes again as he says, “You’re inside me.”
Naruto kisses him again, hard enough to bruise as he begins to roll his hips and fuck up into Sasuke. He kisses with tongue and teeth and lips, equally sucking, licking and biting into Sasuke’s mouth as Sasuke rides him, as if he can’t possibly stop kissing him while they’re joined.
It is ecstasy. Wave after wave of pleasure rolls through Sasuke as Naruto fucks him. His body feels like it’s clinging to Naruto, trying to pull him in deeper, and somehow, his arousal climbs in parallel with the sense of rightness, of completion. This is where he belongs; this is his place. Naruto will burn Konoha to the ground himself before he’ll give this up—give Naruto up—or even allow his lover to lay a hand on anyone else. No one has ever accused Sasuke of being selfless, and he’s not going to start now. Naruto is his, and no one gets any further say in the matter.
Their thrusts become more violent, hips and thighs slapping together obscenely as Sasuke rides Naruto’s cock with abandon. Naruto’s precome must be easing the way—and must be copious—because he can feel a little slick on his ass and teasing down his taint, but it just makes him harder, hungrier. Knowing that Naruto is as desperate for him as he is for Naruto is an unexpected aphrodisiac.
“I’m getting close,” Naruto rasps out, and Sasuke wants to hear him sound like that again and again. Wants to be the one who makes him sound like that. Naruto’s hips thrust up harder, faster, and Sasuke would swear he can feel Naruto actually swelling inside of him. He wants to feel Naruto come inside him, paint him in places no one else will ever see or touch, fill him up as though he could breed Sasuke.
“Come for me,” Sasuke commends him, their mouths barely a breath apart. “Come inside me.”
As if reacting to the command, Naruto’s head falls back as he cries out. His cock swells a little bit more, and then heat fills Sasuke inside, pressing deeper than Naruto’s cock, branding him from the inside. He can’t enjoy the feeling of it, however, because almost the moment he feels the first wash of warmth, his own orgasm hits him like a blind punch.
He cries out, his whole body tensing, milking Naruto as his orgasm pulses through him. Wave after wave of pleasure, all of it centered inside of him, where Naruto fills him, even as his come splashes all over their chests with the force of his orgasm. It is joy and satisfaction and completion, and Sasuke will kill anyone who even considers taking this away from him. From them. Because Naruto is clinging to him every bit as tightly as he’s clinging to Naruto, as though they’re the only safe harbor in a hurricane.
The pleasure takes time to abate, but even once it does, once Naruto’s gone soft inside of him, Sasuke doesn’t want to move. The aftermath of their joining has him feeling warm and content down to his core, and even if Naruto’s no longer hard, he’s loath to lose their connection.
Naruto’s hands stroke over his skin, his shoulders, his back, even his ass, and Sauske’s inclined to let him do so for as long as he wants, pressing his face into the join of Naruto’s neck and shoulder. When Naruto chuckles, he feels more than hears it.
“Don’t want to move?” he asks, the rasp from his voice already gone and healed. That’s okay; Sasuke will enjoy earning it again.
“No,” Sasuke agrees. He feels Naruto laugh again. It makes his cock shift inside Sasuke, and Sasuke likes the reminder. He doesn’t think he’s felt this good, this happy, since before his parents died, and there’s not much he won’t do to keep it. He feels like he’s already addicted, and he should care about that, but he doesn’t.
Blunt nails wander down Sasuke’s spine lightly, teasing. “Not even if we’re moving to go to bed?” he asks.
Sasuke contemplates that, considers the pros and cons of moving if it means they get to have sex again.
“We don’t need to move to fuck again,” Sasuke decides. If they get up, Naruto will probably slide out of him, and he doesn’t want that.
Next to his ear, Naruto croons, “Even if it means you can go to sleep with me inside you?”
The thought of that sends a shiver of pleasure through Sasuke. Sleeping with Naruto inside of him? Being connected to him all night?
“Okay,” he concedes grumpily. It makes Naruto laugh again, but Sasuke gets his feet underneath him and stands up.
The feeling as Naruto slips from him is terrible. Naruto doesn’t get to his feet so much as Sasuke yanks him to them, and immediately presses their chests together—sticky with his drying come—burrowing as close as he can get. Naruto holds him easily, his arms strong and sure and warm—Naruto is always so warm.
“It’s okay,” he says, gently, like he might to soothe a child. Under any other circumstance, the tone would set off all of Sasuke’s pride, but he’s feeling vulnerable and open, and as if he’s just lost the most precious thing in his world, so he lets Naruto soothe him. “Just the first-time intensity,” he reassures. “It won’t always be like this.”
“Promise?” Sasuke asks in spite of himself. The word slips out, small and weak, and he’ll hate it later, but right now, being separated from Naruto, not having Naruto inside of him, feels like someone is disemboweling him slowly. It’s quite possibly the worst thing he’s ever felt, and he wants it—needs it—to stop.
Naruto strokes his hair. “I promise,” he says. And if Naruto promises, he means it. He doesn’t break his promises. “C’mon, let’s go to bed. I’m going to make you feel amazing again.”
“And then sleep inside of me?” Sasuke asks, and again, he’s going to hate the neediness in that question when he’s not feeling like this, but he is, so it comes out.
“And sleep inside you,” Naruto reassures.
Though it takes all of his self-control, Sasuke manages to release Naruto and turn toward his room. He can’t quite take the requisite steps away, though.
Naruto doesn’t seem to have such a problem, but he does make a seal, and the lantern goes out, before slipping his hand into Sasuke’s. Just that simple touch makes everything more bearable, and they walk into Naruto’s room hand-in-hand. Before they sleep, they’ll make love twice more, and when Sasuke finally drifts off, it’s with Naruto pressed along his back, his softening cock still wedged inside of him, connecting them.
“Mine,” Naruto whispers in his ear.
Just before he slides under, Sasuke replies “Yours.”