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Come out and haunt me
I know you want me
Come out and haunt me
Apocalypse - Cigarettes After Sex
The leaves swayed gently in the wind, the distant sound of insects buzzing and the unmistakable sound of running water could be heard, the brightness of the sun partially hidden by the gray clouds and the smell of earth warned them of an imminent rain on the way.
Sakura walked a little ahead of Sasuke, as excited as a child at Christmas, enchanted by all kinds of flowers that decorated that dense forest.
They had left Konoha a few weeks ago and Sasuke still felt like an investigator in his own mind. After all, having this Haruno as a companion for so many days, after years of silence, was something really... interesting.
The fact was that her presence carried something that the Uchiha could not deal with. He felt like prey, an insect trapped in a spider's web just waiting for its death. In fact, he thought, the insect would still have more understanding of what would come next, while he remained in this mix of doubt and curiosity.
— Sasuke-kun, — the soft voice caught his attention — look.
She pointed to a small pair of rabbits rubbing their heads, the white fur of one of them contrasting with the earthy tones of the other, indeed, a lovely sight of nature, but, while Sakura kept her bright eyes appreciating the view in front of her, Sasuke took advantage of the proximity to inhale her perfume, the essence of peach and roses, he noticed himself closing his eyes as he felt the aroma run through his lungs, as if he could keep it inside him longer, when he opened them, Sakura looked at him with a mischievous smile threatening to appear on her lips.
“Damn it, I got caught.”
— They ran away — she said.
“What?”, the Uchiha thought. He had already forgotten about the damn rabbits.
And that was exactly how he had been living lately, trying to mask what was threatening to awaken. When he accepted Haruno's presence with him, aware that he reciprocated the feelings the girl felt, he believed it would be as easy as it used to be, except, of course, for the fact that now he could allow himself to feel what he had kept dormant for a long time. They naturally, over time after the Great War, exercised a special treatment over each other, as a couple. From casual conversations, to touching and even kisses that, when they felt comfortable distributing, they never tired of. But, for the old-fashioned values cultivated by Sasuke, he felt wrong, in a way; they had not yet formalized their union, so, on one of the occasions when they kissed passionately, he almost crossed the line with her, who seemed as willing as he was, which made all his self-control even more difficult. He needed to do things right with her this time, and that thought hammered in his mind.
For Sakura, who felt her heart warm whenever she was with Sasuke, this wasn't really something that important to worry about, but when the Uchiha held her fingers gently while planting kisses on her cheek, promising her that they would do things as they should be done, this thought became something that often popped into her mind as a reminder that they would have to take it slow, and that notion didn't please her all that much. Well, they had spent so much time away from each other, waited so long. What huge difference would that make in the end? They already loved each other and were already together, right? And knowing that, for Sasuke, his promise had become his condemnation tormented her. She noticed the looks, there was no way she couldn't notice his attempts to avoid getting too close. Since that day, even the kisses became less frequent, after all, if they started, breaking up would be a painful torture. So when she noticed the Uchiha's distracted expression only for finally, in days, being so close to her face, she wanted to unmask him, but she didn't, instead holding back her smile.
The truth was that Sasuke was more disturbed than Sakura could have imagined. The distance he had started to draw a few days ago was caused when he realized he had no control over himself. What kind of person was he? Someone like Kakashi and his perverted books? He assured himself with conviction that he was not, but his body could not disagree more. It was just another sunny morning. They had fallen asleep among the trees, so as soon as they woke up, they organized the things they had kept in the roots. For a brief moment, Sasuke had forgotten where he had put his small bag of supplements. When he turned to ask Sakura, he was surprised by the sight of Haruno, topless, circling her chest with a white sash. The moment he looked at her, she was pushing one of her breasts so that it would stay firmly on the restraints, and a brief glimpse of a pink nipple entered his mind. Sakura didn't notice him, she was focused on the activity, and as soon as Sasuke realized he was looking too much, he turned forward abruptly, feeling his face feverish, trying not to think about what he saw and failing miserably.
The memory of Haruno's glimpsed body permeated his mind in a loop, never forgetting any detail, the way she was oblivious to his presence, perhaps she trusted him so much that she would never imagine him looking at her that way, his thin and fragile fingers fingering her soft lap. During the night, it was common that, even without intention, his thoughts would recover that image and a dirty desire to touch her would linger in his consciousness, to imagine the delicacy of her fair skin on his fingers, the texture... and, suddenly, his pants would become uncomfortable, and he would have to concentrate very hard on changing the course of his imagination.
— Sasuke-kun, we need to find an inn. It's getting dark and the sky looks like it's going to be stormy.
Sasuke's black orbs stared at the sky, completely covered in dark and heavy clouds, the wind pushing the heavy tree trunks.
— You're right. Let's go, quickly.
They walked quickly among the plants, hearing loud thunder, small drops began to fall from the sky, wetting their clothes. It didn't take long for them to identify a safe place to stop, a simple inn with a cozy porch, on the walls there were drawings of flowers and bells, a characteristic of the country they were in.
Sakura walked in front, making a loose ponytail with her hair to expel the absorbed water. Sasuke walked towards the reception, being greeted by a couple, the man looked to be about 40 years old and the woman a little younger.
— Seeking shelter from the rain — the girl began, friendly.
— How much does a stay cost?
The man narrowed his eyes, which seemed to be a habit of his.
— A young couple, huh? You're in luck, the only room available is for a couple!
— Is this the only option? — Sasuke tried to escape. Even though they slept together practically every day, the intimacy that existed in a room solely for that was much more than he felt capable of bearing. Sakura appeared at his side, running her hand over her eyebrows, drying them.
— It's fine by me — she said, catching Sasuke's eye, who, in agreement, asked the price again.
After paying for the stay, the girl led them to the room. Sakura couldn't help but notice the rustic decor of the place, the wooden corridors lit by small yellow lamps, the landscape paintings adorning the walls and the balsamic aroma entering her nostrils.
— This is it, make yourself comfortable. If you want to take a shower, the room is a suite and we are at your disposal for anything you need — the girl handed the key to Sakura, who nodded as instructed.
Damn, all she needed now was a shower, her damp clothes stuck to her skin, she could feel traces of sand on her calves.
Entering the room, the environment seemed even more comfortable, or maybe it was the tiredness of long days sleeping in trees talking. There was a futon propped up in the corner of the wall, a large resin closet with metal handles, small pieces of furniture distributed in the corners and the door to the bathroom.
— Ah… — she groaned, stretching her back and hearing it creak — I'm going to take a shower!
Sakura opened the closet and stored her things there, taking out only a heavy robe that seemed too big for her, in the absence of her clothes, she could use it.
While Sakura was in the bathroom, Sasuke thought of possible ways to make that futon split in two. Sharing a single bed with her would be signing his sick note. Because that was exactly how he felt, heart racing, sweaty hands, insomnia and a funny feeling in his abdomen. If that wasn't considered a pathology, he didn't understand anything in this world. He put away his belongings and waited, sitting on the floor, listening to the storm that had started outside, growing even more intense. He could hear the branches hitting the outside walls of the inn, and he couldn't help but think that if they were outside, they would be blown away by the wind. The creak of the doorknob woke him up. Sakura came out of the bathroom followed by a mist of hot water, the robe on her small body, leaving a gap between the valley of her breasts. He cursed himself for being so attentive, because he could see the drops sliding gently, making a trail to where he couldn't reach.
— Sasuke-kun, if you want to go…
He didn't answer, he stood up, grabbed his robe from the wardrobe and walked past her.
“What the hell, Sasuke!”, he thought.
The bath that would be his only escape from his thoughts became the opposite, Sakura's scent seemed to have stuck between those walls and while he washed himself, he couldn't help but visualize her there inside, with the soap suds running down with the water, the delicacy with which she would touch her own skin… trying to escape, he changed the temperature of the water to cold, feeling his bones ache with the frigidity.
Leaving the bathroom, on the contrary, he regained all his senses, Sakura had already made the bed in the center of the room, lying face down while reading some scroll, the damn giant robe stopped halfway down her thighs, revealing her firm skin, he swallowed hard, feeling himself tense, she shifted slightly turning to him, he ran his eyes to hers.
— Are you cold? — she asked, worried.
— What?
— You're shivering — she sat down on the mattress. — Come here.
Sasuke sat down next to her, while she knelt down to be at his head height, touching his forehead with apprehension and sighing in tranquility afterwards.
— Oh, it shouldn't be anything serious, I think you just need to warm up. Strange, after a hot bath you should feel even more comfortable.
He gave a weak smile and adjusted his body on the fabric. Sakura, on the other hand, had some suggestions as to why Sasuke was like this, which, internally, somehow amused her. It was funny to see the man who didn't seem to be afraid of anything, literally constipated because he couldn't touch her, a prison, this one, built by himself. Luckily for him, she was more than interested in getting him out of her.
— I think I just need to lie down — he said, pulling the robe tighter towards himself.
Sakura couldn't help but appreciate how handsome he was, especially with his wet hair and slightly crimson skin, the contrast of the size of his hand next to hers, his broad shoulders and strong arms, skills acquired from his training routine and frequent fights. His entirety made her want to sigh in gratitude.
— Oh, right.
She approached, leaning her shoulder, exposed by the heavy cloth, against his.
— Do you mind if I stay close?
He shook his head, and she smiled internally, while pretending to read one of her scrolls. Sasuke seemed too introspective for her, and she wanted his attention.
— You know, I heard that in the village near here there is a kind of sweets fair. It's been so long since I've eaten real food, I'm tired of our supplements, what do you think?
He didn't seem to be really present in this conversation.
— Sure, we should go.
— There's a variety of onigiri, some stuffed with different vegetables and modified seasonings.
Her eyes wandered around the walls, inattentive.
— Sasuke-kun! — her voice sounded demanding and he finally met her eyes with his. — Are you ignoring me?
— What? — he asked.
She forced a sad pout and her eyes shone.
— You've ignored everything I say…
— Sakura, I didn't mean to…
— Do you find me… annoying? — The last word pierced him like a razor. Sakura's greenish irises were filled with sadness, and he couldn't help but touch her cheek gently.
— No, Sakura. You're not.
— Then why?
He took a deep breath, trying to explain to her the hell she was putting him through would be hard, instead he apologized, which didn't seem to have softened Haruno's expression. She raised her posture and touched his cheek, pulling him closer to her, aware of exactly what she wanted, he held her hands on his skin, stopping his movements.
— Sakura…
— Please… it's been so long… — she asked softly.
He sighed, and then pressed his lips against hers, soft as he remembered, it didn't take long for her to deepen the kiss, asking permission for her tongue to enter his mouth, hesitantly, he complied, massaging the softness of her mouth. Sakura's hands ran through Sasuke's hair, pulling the back of his neck down slightly. He swayed as he felt a shiver run down his spine, the kiss becoming more and more needy. Sasuke brought his hand to her thigh, squeezing the soft skin until it formed a red mark. She moaned against his lips. Sasuke felt his body instinctively respond to hers, his cock throbbing against the fabric that covered it. Sakura's hands pulled him closer and closer. And God, how he missed having her like this. All his control gone with a mere kiss.
What disturbed them came next, three knocks in sequence on the door, causing a sad groan to escape from Sakura, her lips red, her faces flushed. They looked at each other for a few seconds until she stood up and headed for the door, mentally cursing whoever it was through it.
— Sorry, Sakura-sama, — the receptionist asked, holding a lit candle in her hand and a pair of unlit candles in the other. — due to the rain, we had power problems, you must have noticed that all the lamps went out.
"It's like she would really focus on the unlit light with Sasuke's tongue down her throat. Definitely," she thought.
— So, to make sure you're not left in the dark, we brought some candles.
Sakura nodded gently, taking the candles from her hand and closing the door. Even though she was calm about finally getting rid of the lady, she felt tense, maybe after they were interrupted, Sasuke-kun would put an end to the making out and decide again that they needed to stop, just the thought of that happening made her tremendously sad. Trying to avoid the worst, Sakura lit the candles and placed them above each headboard, leaving the room, which was already naturally dark, with the glow of the flames, the tone of what they could see becoming partially orange and intimate. Sakura returned to the bed, sitting next to Sasuke who seemed almost still.
— Well, where were we?
Looking at Sasuke illuminated by the candlelight made her body tense, feeling each pulse of her heart gradually accelerate, the fine features of his well-shaped face, his black eyes reflecting the flicker of the flame. He had never looked so... attractive, if that was possible.
She placed one of her hands on his thigh and brought her face to his, but before she could kiss him, he looked away.
— Sakura, we shouldn't continue, you know.
— I know?— she tried again, and he held her hand. — Don't tell me you don't want to... you're not that good of a liar, Sasuke-kun.
His adam's apple bobbed up and down with difficulty and he took a deep breath, trying to find something in his mind that could be convincing enough. What he really wanted was to make Sakura his that night, delighting in every inch of her body, but his mind forced him to think. He had never felt so hard in his entire life, it was so intense that it was painful. He was really in pain.
— I'm sleepy. I'm going to sleep. — The words came out of him in a single sentence, feeling like a good liar so far, he lay down and closed his eyes, in the most false way in the universe, a disgrace to the shinobi world for how miserable his movement was. He heard Sakura sigh, looking defeated, until he felt her fingers brush against his defined chest, half-opened by the robe, making a path from his chest to the lower part of his navel. He felt a chill down his spine, as if a snake was slithering through his bones. Sasuke opened his eyes, Sakura's face illuminated by the orange light, but she didn't look at him, instead keeping her attention on the lower part of his body.
— Well, a part of you seems wide awake. — He felt his penis push the fabric that covered it upwards, making a stimulating volume.
Instinctively he brought his hand to his erection, trying to hide what he was already very aware of from her, his face was completely red.
— I know you want to keep things calm, but it doesn't have to be like this, Sasuke-kun... I know you want me. You know I want you, so... why can't we? — Sakura's forest orbs pierced his black eyes. He couldn't deny his desire any longer. It was torture, it was agony to avoid looking at her, to run away from her touch and stop when their bodies cried out for each other the most. It was clear that he was being cruel to her too, since she was almost begging for his cock, in a way, that made him even more excited.
His response was to pull her to his body, quickly inserting his tongue into her mouth. His hand was trapped between her neck and jaw. She was panting on top of him, adjusting one of her legs between Sasuke's, sitting on one of his thighs. Sakura had never been so wet in her life. Her hands entered Sasuke's clothes, resting on his chest, feeling his heart racing under his skin. It was cold that night, but his body was so hot that she could feel drops of sweat running down his back. Sakura moved her hips involuntarily on his thighs, then his hand went down from her neck to her waist, trying to restrain her.
— Sasuke-kun... ahh...
Sakura brought her mouth to his neck, sucking on the white skin and leaving cherry marks along the way, her hand searching for the bulge between his legs and squeezing it over the fabric, drawing a deep growl from the Uchiha's throat.
— Sakura… we're going too far… — his voice came out weak, and even with the intention of stopping, it was full of desire.
She didn't answer him, instead she sucked the skin of his collarbone and nibbled on the region. The Uchiha then decided to change positions, noticing himself very fragile under Haruno's touch, that would make him not hold out for much longer. He took her off his lap and stood in front of her, noticing her flushed cheeks, he brought his lips to her neck, the place forbidden by himself, the reason for his psychosis, absorbing her moist skin with his tongue, which he wandered patiently, enjoying as much as he could. Sasuke's hand lowered the fabric, calmly exposing her breasts, when he searched with his fingers, feeling the softness contrast with his rough hand, his thumb massaging the hard nipple and pinching it gently, only to draw a sly moan from her, his mouth took the other breast, sucking it thirstily, remembering all the times he imagined himself in that position, between her lap. As a form of pity, his hand went down to his own penis, squeezing the hardness, moistening himself with pre-cum, then making up and down movements while licking her breast.
— That feels so good, Sasuke-kun…
Sakura's hands supported his head, scratching his scalp with each stronger suction she felt. She felt so much pleasure that her mouth opened, trying to pull as much air as possible into her lungs, letting out small gasps of lust. But that wasn't enough, she wanted him entirely. With her hands on Sasuke's face, she lifted his countenance, face to face, his expression soaked in delight, his lips moist and parted.
— Sasuke-kun... can we?
At that point, Sasuke would do anything she asked, he felt too horny to act consciously as he would one day like to.
— What, Sakura? Tell me.
— Can I sit on you?
He smiled wickedly. In a quick movement he placed Sakura on his lap, she untied the knots that kept the robe attached to her body, revealing all her skin, her lungs rising and falling quickly, her inviting chest, still sticky with Sasuke's saliva, her defined abdomen contracting. Her fingers untied Sasuke's tie, and she was able to look at him more closely, the particles of sweat dripping, his heavy breathing, the marks she left gardening on his neck.
Getting rid of the weight of those pieces, Sakura stared at Sasuke's erection, noticing how wet and throbbing his cock was, her mouth salivated at the image and Sasuke had to contain the wicked smile that appeared on his lips when he noticed how hungry she felt for him.
Surprising him, she took his hand and placed it between her legs, he felt tense when he noticed how slippery and hot she was.
— This is how you make me, Sasuke-kun... did you know that? — Sasuke bit his lip as she guided him.
She placed his fingers on her swollen clit and urged him to massage it, and he obeyed like the good boy he was. Sakura gloved her hand on the hardness between his legs, feeling him throb with her touch, she slid her thumb over the small slit on his glans and tightened her grip, sliding.
— Sakura… ahh… that's… so good! — She had never heard his voice sound so pleading, which made her extremely effervescent.
Sasuke placed two fingers inside her, slipping through the wetness between her legs, while his thumb made circular movements on her clit, feeling her intuitively roll on his fingers. With the wave of pleasure, she lost the rhythm she kept while masturbating him, bringing one of her hands to her mouth to contain her moans.
— No, Sakura, I want to hear you… please — he begged.
She followed him, placing both hands on Sasuke's toned thighs, who promptly increased the speed and pressure with which he stimulated her. She could feel the climax reaching the pit of her stomach, contracting her abdomen and reaching the peak of pleasure, while moaning uncontrollably.
Sasuke felt himself boiling, seeing her like that, completely at the mercy of his control, in fascination, the expression on her face as she came would remain in his memory forever. For him, it wouldn't be a problem if it ended there, even if he himself hadn't reached the peak of pleasure, making her get there already satisfied him. As if to get dressed, Sakura stopped him with her hands, his eyes meeting hers.
— What's wrong? — he asked.
— You haven't yet...
— Don't worry — he kissed the tip of her nose. — You're tired.
She shook her head almost desperately.
— No, please, please cum inside me.
Sasuke's eyes widened, mesmerized.
Sakura positioned herself on top of him, her hips above his, she tried to fit him inside her, but lost her balance, falling forward a little.
— Calm down, I'll help you.
Sasuke rubbed his rigid member against Sakura's insides, seeing her jump slightly when he touched the most sensitive part, he hesitated.
— It's okay, please, put in me — she assured him.
He found the entrance already inhabited by his fingers and calmly forced the passage of his glans, feeling himself being swallowed by Sakura's wet pussy, a deep and sly gasp escaped his throat when he felt the soft grip. There was nothing like it, he thought. It took a few seconds for her to get used to his size and, when she finally felt comfortable, she herself began the movements, moving up and down slowly. The Uchiha's hand rested on her hip, squeezing harder than necessary, she began to grind harder and harder, even though the speed remained the same, he felt his cock contract inside her.
— Ahh… — he closed his eyes, delighting in the sensation. — Sakura, like that… — he guided her hips, thrusting himself deeper. He had been so stimulated before, he could feel the wave of satisfaction calling him.
Sakura thanked the heavens for still being able to feel him inside her, even though she felt a slight discomfort when he squeezed her too much, since she was very wet, he slid in easily. Haruno started to make faster movements, noticing in Sasuke's expression that he wouldn't last long. She matched his entrances with the contractions of her canal, making everything even more pleasurable for him. Sasuke dug his fingers into her skin, almost hurting her.
— Sakura, I... I better get out...
She pretended not to hear, making the rhythm even more pleasurable for him.
— I want to feel it, Sasuke-kun, please don't hold back.
Sakura put her finger to her own clitoris, stimulating the pleasure that encouraged her to move more on him, since she was still sensitive, she could feel her body regaining strength and directing everything she had towards the source of her desire: Sasuke. She threw her head back, squeezing her breast with her other hand when she felt the climax coming.
Sasuke's cock pulsed inside Sakura, spurting his thick, hot semen completely inside her. He gasped, biting his lips, trying to contain his desire to scream her name. His body fell back onto the bed, both of them trying to catch their lost breath. Sakura placed both hands on the side of Sasuke's head and spread kisses across his face, tracing the path from his eyes to his jaw and reaching his chin, leaving a weak bite, just enough to make him open his eyes and look at her. The air of innocence returned to inhabit the green irises, even though his cock was softening inside her, leaking its liquid mixed with her moisture.
— Well, I guess I broke my promise — he said.
— I won't tell anyone — she said, smiling, and lay down on his chest, falling asleep to the sound of Sasuke's heartbeat regulating itself, while he massaged her bare back.
Even though she was sleeping on top of him, Sasuke only fell asleep when both candles melted, leaving the faint smoke from the fire to fade, forming ripples in the air.
And so, Sasuke realized that his position as prey had only increased, and he could not love it more, because once his heart accepted being loved and loving Sakura, the conditions would always be dictated by the one with cherry blossom hair. Because after all, who else could control this Uchiha, if not her.