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Contrary to popular belief, Sasuke Uchiha can actually, in theory, totally admit when he’s wrong about something.
It might take some repeated confirmation; he may need to see the same thing happen over and over before he can finally concede to the fact that he had misjudged something. But he can—eventually, stubbornly—accept it.
And he accepts that he was wrong about Naruto Uzumaki.
Entirely, embarrassingly, beautifully wrong.
When they met, stuffed together in a row of desks on the first day of their Abnormal Psychology class, Sasuke could already tell what Naruto was without even needing to look for too long.
The intensity of Naruto’s ‘cologne’—or what he was sure the blond incorrectly referred to as cologne—was so overwhelming that it felt like breathing in tiny, sharp spores. He took up way too much space while also simultaneously seeming like he was trying to shrink into himself. He pulled on and off the gold-framed glasses that settled on his nose with the unsure motions of someone who didn’t know if they wanted to look smart or hot, someone who was trying a little too hard and too obviously to figure out how they wanted to be perceived in real time.
Naruto talked too much, constantly interrupted class discussions to say something that, really, did not need to be said. He would shoot an arm up, his index and middle fingers raised, wave the two fingers and then just start talking without being acknowledged. He always started off loud and confident, his raspy voice cutting through whatever other noise there was—the professor talking, or the idle chatter of students working in groups—and then it would taper off, like he lost confidence through his sentence until it was just a low mumble with a question mark at the end of it.
Sasuke had figured it out pretty quickly—Naruto was an insecure, overcompensating loser who desperately wanted to try to be a cool and different version of himself now that they were in college. And he still hadn’t figured it out, even at the start of their second year.
Sasuke could practically picture it—Naruto two years ago, wearing a worn-out anime graphic tee instead of the plain, well-fitting shirts he wore now. His glasses much less performative, more functional. He probably took some type of martial art way too seriously, probably spent his afternoons drinking Monsters and sinking too many hours into some stupid video game with a bunch of other nerdy online friends.
Somewhere, Sasuke theorized, that version of Naruto had shifted and morphed into the one who sat beside him in Abnormal Psych. Broad shoulders, tight shirts with respectable pants, his blond hair not overstyled but not an entire mess either. Though it was clear to Sasuke that the claws of dork-ism and the subsequent self-doubt it created were still deeply embedded in the blond. Evident by his whole general…way of being, the wavering confidence.
Sasuke wouldn’t lie—he had a thing for losers. His therapist had told him once it probably had something to do with seeking external validation through sex. Trying to stay in control of intimacy by ensuring he was the more desired one so that he always had an emotional advantage—or some other bullshit that was a roundabout way of saying ‘you had a bad childhood and now you get fucked about it’. He didn’t particularly care about the reason, it was fun and it felt good, so what?
He liked the way whoever he decided to allow the privilege of touching him would seem so fucking grateful, like they couldn’t believe that Sasuke was letting this happen. He liked when their hands shook, how they’d look at him like he was some kind of mythical being when he was laid naked on their beds. He liked how they touched him, as if he could disappear at any moment, as if they knew they only had this chance to fuck him and that nothing even close to it would ever happen again. He revelled in the feeling of pushing some nervous, sweaty-palmed guy back, climbing over them and splitting himself open—and he especially liked when they came embarrassingly fast, the choked-out apologies and flustered laughter that followed. He was fine with giving up a mediocre lay to feel the intoxicating buzz that flowed through him at being wanted so badly.
He wouldn’t admit it to anyone else—not even his friends who were very aware of his habits—but he also liked when they would continue to message him afterwards, even when it was clearly just a one-time thing. The messages would get further apart the longer he ignored them, sometimes months would pass—but he could always count on another one to eventually pop up. He liked to think these guys would be thinking about it for years, reminiscing for the rest of their lives about that time they got to touch him.
He didn’t want to know what his therapist would have to say about that.
So, when he started to notice that Naruto appeared to preen if something redundant and ridiculous he said made Sasuke snort, and when he noticed the way the blonds’ bright blue eyes would peer at him in a sidelong glance when he thought Sasuke wasn’t paying attention, he could only think one thing: easy.
And it was. Ridiculously so. All it had taken was listening to Naruto talk about a party he was excited about—and then showing up at said party.
Sasuke didn’t make a move right away. He drank, talked with his housemates who tagged along, watched Naruto’s eyes fall on him again and again. He watched the way the blond would seem to gather up courage, and every time, just as it seemed Naruto was about to walk over, some other partygoer would strike up a conversation. And of course, Naruto would talk. Sasuke could practically smell the desperation for friends radiating off the blond, could see it in the way Naruto laughed a little too loud, gestured a little too animatedly.
Eventually, begrudgingly, Sasuke approached him. Naruto was taking too long and Sasuke was running out of patience with the distractions. He was at this party for one thing, and he would absolutely get it. He always did.
Sasuke performed his usual routine—stand a little too close, divert attention back to himself when it wandered, take in his fill of blue eyes that seemed overly hopeful and just the right amount of shy.
God, he could already picture it— Naruto, flustered, panting, withering on the bed as Sasuke took what he wanted from him. The reverent touches, the overly accommodating ‘is this good? Is this okay?’, the compliments that would fall from Naruto’s lips as he tried not to immediately bust the moment Sasuke sat down on his dick.
Except that’s not what happened.
Sasuke’s plan had worked—he had managed to get to Naruto’s room. It was an off-campus house, shared with probably five other roommates if the state of the place was any giveaway. He felt smug the moment Naruto led him in, his eyes trailing over the anime and movie posters on the walls, the various figures and merchandise on a shelf near the desk that housed a brightly coloured gaming pc. It was exactly as he imagined it would be.
It was going well—Sasuke was even letting Naruto kiss him. The blond was clumsy, a little too eager, his slightly trembling hands roaming wherever they could touch as he led Sasuke backwards towards the bed. He could feel Naruto’s erection against his hip as a tan hand gripped at Sasuke’s waist—and then he was gently pushed back onto the mattress.
Naruto reached down, slowly lifting the hem of Sasuke’s shirt, as if asking permission and Sasuke gave it happily— arms raising, the shirt sliding off and getting discarded onto the floor. He laid back on the bed, propped up on his elbows, looking up at the blond standing above him. He watched as Naruto stripped his own shirt, Naruto’s gaze travelled across Sasuke’s face and chest with that awe-struck look Sasuke craved so much—and then, like a switch had flipped, his blue eyes darkened.
Sasuke could not articulate what happened next— a flash of movement, the weight of the other man, hands and lips and teeth. Somewhere between the searing kisses, the suddenly confident touches, the first “You like that, huh?” chuckled breathlessly against his ear—Sasuke essentially blacked out.
What he did know, or at least what he recounted while staring up at the glow-in-the-dark stars on Naruto’s ceiling—is that he had gotten very, very thoroughly fucked.
That was not what Sasuke had been expecting, to say the least. He was expecting an inexperienced, overwhelmed, praise-be-worshipping, “Oh my god, I can’t believe this is happening” type of night.
Instead, Naruto fucked him like he was specifically made to. Like he was just taking what had already been decided was rightfully his. Not even in an ownership way. Naruto was not overly dominant about it, not aggressive— he was confident, he was sure in his movements and touches and words. He was not the trembling mess Sasuke had imagined, a man who was questioning the reality of the situation and thanking his lucky stars—no, Naruto had touched him like he was right where he expected himself to be. Where he deserved to be.
It was just a fluke, Sasuke thought as he extracted himself from the bed, as he walked back to his dorm with his legs still feeling like jelly and his ass pleasantly sore. It was because they were drunk; it was the liquid courage—if they did it again, it would probably be how he expected. Even more so, because Naruto would be sober and just entirely grateful that it was happening again.
He learned, a week later, that it was not because they were drunk.
Sasuke, unhappy with these results,opted to continue the trials, hoping that eventually he’d get his preferred outcome.
He did not.
Somewhere, his preferred outcome started to shift.
Somehow, entirely unrelated, they eventually came to the conclusion that they should probably only sleep with each other since they were doing it so often anyways.
And somehow, from that—just from the fact that they were now spending so much time together and that sometimes Sasuke would straight up pass out after sex and definitely not accidentally on purpose fall asleep so he could stay cocooned against Naruto’s side—Naruto had come to believe they were dating, in the way only an inexperienced dork like him could.
And for some reason, Sasuke didn’t correct him.
And that’s how Sasuke finds himself, once again, in his boyfriend’s bed—a place he has actually come to quite enjoy in the last three months. The blue flannel sheets are soft, they smell like a mix of fresh laundry (thanks to him) and Naruto. Sasuke turns his face into the pillow to inhale the scent, eyes still shut as he wills himself to fall back to sleep.
He listens to Naruto’s deep breathing beside him. It’s still early in the morning, much earlier than either of them need to be awake. Sasuke turns over, his onyx eyes tracing the shape of Naruto’s side profile in the soft dawn light, tinted orange by the sheet that’s messily laid over the curtain rod on the window.
He reaches out, tilts Naruto’s face towards him with a soft press of his fingers to his cheek, and leans in to kiss him. A gentle one, the kind that’s reserved for when only Sasuke knows about it. He pulls away and lets out a soft amused huff as he watches Naruto’s lips twitch up into a little smile.
Maybe his therapist was onto something when she said his need to be the more desired one has something to do with emotional distancing and a need for control— because he does not feel in control right now. He hasn’t for the last little while, and it is terrifying what those blue eyes can do to him now.
Not that he doesn’t feel desired—quite the opposite. It’s the…emotional intimacy part. He can’t escape it, and Naruto doesn’t let him escape it. Not when they’re sitting in front of the tv watching some dumb anime that Sasuke definitely isn’t secretly invested in, not when they’re existing together in the safety of Naruto’s bed, and especially not when they’re fucking.
Naruto, with his need to talk about feelings, with his annoying proclivity for making Sasuke laugh and cum harder than he ever has in his life. With the way he is somehow both everything Sasuke assumed he was, and also none of it. Annoying. Absolutely, breathtakingly, dorkily annoying.
Naruto’s eyes blink open slowly, his hand coming up to rub against Sasuke’s bicep as he yawns.
“You’re staring too loud, woke me up,” the blond murmurs, the soft smile that hasn’t left his face since Sasuke kissed him stretching further across his lips, showing off just the tips of his white teeth.
Sasuke rolls his eyes, his own smile twitching onto his lips. “Not staring,”
“Mhm, sure,”
Naruto rolls over, one arm wrapping around Sasuke’s waist as he brings him in close, and Sasuke feels the weight of his chin nestling into his hair. Naruto lets out a contented sigh, his tan hand sliding along Sasuke’s body— up over his ribs, back down along the slight curve of his hip, sliding along to his back to rest just above his tailbone. His hand like a personal heater over his cool skin, his fingers rub softly over the top of Sasuke’s cheeks, dipping into the divot of his ass crack.
Sasuke lets himself melt into it, presses his face into the crook of Naruto’s neck and inhales. He smells good, especially without that obnoxious body-spray he loves to douse himself in. Naruto smells warm, almost earthy with a hint of something sweet—like grapes or lychee—and an undercurrent of sleep. It’s a scent Sasuke has come to love in the past three months, one that fills his senses, clears his mind, makes his thoughts turn into a blissful hum.
He feels Naruto’s hands roam further down, his fingers trailing lazily over Sasuke’s asscheeks and goosebumps start to rise at the feather-light touch. Naruto’s hips shift forward a bit more, and Sasuke can feel the brush of his morning wood against his thigh, then feels it settle against his leg— hot and heavy.
Naruto lets out another content sound, and Sasuke knows it’s not just from the feel of his body against his cock— it’s from the closeness, the intimacy, the lazy arousal mixed with the warmth of being wrapped up in each other. He never thought he’d find himself in a tangle of limbs like this with someone, much less someone like Naruto. Not this soon, anyways. He was perfectly content with what he had been doing before, planned to keep doing it through college—and now somehow this idiot was wrapping around him like he never wanted to let go.
And Sasuke—though he tried to fight it—finds he likes that, even more.
“You’re suffocating me,” he mumbles, feeling Naruto’s arm tighten further in response.
The blond adjusts his body, moving higher up on his pillow. He wiggles his shoulders and neck, pressing his chin down on Sasuke’s head. A strong leg lifts over Sasuke’s hip and pulls him down until the raven’s face is pressed against his chest.
“You like it,” Naruto murmurs, and Sasuke hears the smile in his voice, the rumble of it through his bones.
Sasuke lets out a soft scoff but doesn’t make any effort to pull away, instead letting Naruto entrap him, letting his face settle between the blond’s pecs.
Naruto’s arm comes up to wrap around his shoulders, trapping Sasuke against his chest. He feels Naruto’s arm bend, fingers threading through his hair as his face is pressed even harder against Naruto’s skin, seemingly really trying to suffocate him now.
“I like being able to breathe,” Sasuke says, muffled against Naruto’s body. He feels the blond’s erection pressing flat up against his stomach now thanks to the shift in position. It’s so damn hard, like it is most mornings and Sasuke can practically feel the blood pulsing through it as it twitches against him. It’s almost unbelievable, how insatiable Naruto’s body is. His mind, too, now that Sasuke thinks about it. Nothing about this guy ever stops.
Naruto lets out a lazy hum, his hips pressing forward, grinding softly against Sasuke’s stomach.
“Do you? I dunno, didn’t seem like it last night.”
Sasuke scoffs again, but can’t really argue against that. He had been particularly eager last night, had held onto Naruto’s forearm to keep the blond’s hand firmly in place around his neck, had used the grip as leverage to meet each thrust until his vision started to get a little too blurry.
Naruto chuckles at Sasuke’s silence, his hips grinding a little harder and Sasuke can feel his own body starting to react to the movements. He tries to pull his face back, but Naruto presses against the back of his head harder, keeping him trapped against his chest.
Sasuke squirms, his arms stuck, curled between his and Naruto’s body. He wants to touch him, to wrap his hand around him and help Naruto out—he tries to move his arm, but it’s too tight, his fingers wiggling against his own ribs as he tries to reach down for him.
Naruto starts moving his hips with more purpose, rutting against Sasukes stomach— the movements still lazy, but intentional. The leg around Sasuke’s hip pulls his own hips even closer, the pressure of Naruto’s cock hard and heavy as it moves across his skin, pushing into his muscle. Naruto lets out a shaky breath, his fingers tightening in Sasuke’s hair, and shivers run down Sasuke’s spine at the feeling.
“If you’re going to do that, might as well fuck me.” Sasuke murmurs, his words muffled as he closes his eyes. He can feel sweat starting to bead on the tanned skin against his face and smiles to himself before pressing his lips to Naruto’s chest, peppering it with soft kisses. His tongue comes out to trail a sneaky lick across his pec, and he can feel Naruto’s breath hitch at the action.
“Yeah, I’m getting to it,” Naruto mutters, “You’re so impatient,”
He tugs at Sasuke’s hair again, this time hard enough to tilt his head back and curls down to kiss him.
Sasuke kisses back, a quick one, only letting his lips part for a moment before shaking his head, his nose scrunching up as he frowns and pulls back.
“Morning breath,” he says, his eyes narrowing at Naruto because the other boy knows he doesn’t like to be kissed in the mornings. It’s less about Naruto’s breath—though that can get bad sometimes, too— and more about his own. He can’t stand the idea of Naruto thinking he’s gross in any capacity, of tasting of anything other than ‘good’ to the blond. And it distracts him, thinking about his own breath instead of the kiss.
Naruto rolls his eyes, laughing as Sasuke’s narrow further at the action.
“I don’t care,” he says, voice lowering, his hips not stopping in their search for friction against Sasuke’s stomach, and he rolls them a little harder in emphasis.
“I care,” Sasuke retorts. He takes advantage of Naruto’s loosened grip in his hair to tilt his head back down and nip softly at Naruto’s collarbone, then lets his tongue sooth over it.
“Mm,” Naruto hums, his cock twitching and Sasuke can feel the precum streaking across his skin now. “You always taste good to me,”
Sasuke doesn’t say anything in response, even though the casual admittance makes his heart squeeze. Stupid idiot and his sappy words. Instead, he kisses down Naruto’s chest—pausing to swipe his tongue over a small brown nipple, earning a gasp from the blond, and then bites it in retaliation.
“Okay!” Naruto exclaims, his voice cracking at the sudden sharp pain. In a rush of motion he pushes Sasuke back, crawls over him and settles himself on top of Sasuke’s thighs.
“Alright, so—we talked about the biting, right?” Naruto asks, grabbing Sasuke’s arms to pin them down against the mattress on either side of him.
Sasuke tilts his head back into the pillow, a smug little smirk on his face as he moves his arms to test Naruto’s grip. They have talked about the biting—Naruto doesn’t like sharp pain, but it was still occasionally worth it to get manhandled.
“Did we?” Sasuke asks, feigning innocence, stilling his arms as he realizes that the grip is solid. Naruto isn’t letting him go any time soon. He watches as Naruto lets out a huff of a chuckle, leaning forward and pressing his weight against Sasuke’s forearms to look down at him.
“You know we did, Sasuke,” Naruto murmurs, a smirk sliding across his lips.
Sasuke’s eyes trail lazily down the blond— over his face, down his neck, tracing the muscles along his chest, across his stomach and settling on his cock—hard and bobbing between his legs. Naruto is unfairly attractive, and seems to only get hotter the longer they date. Sasuke was right about the dorky obsession with martial arts, and it has definitely paid off for the blond in the long run. He wasn’t necessarily bulky, but he was strong and well defined.
“Hmm,” Sasuke hums out, letting his eyes linger for a moment on the bead of precum on the tip of Naruto’s cock before meeting his gaze again. “I don’t recall,”
Naruto shakes his head and laughs. He’s about to willingly fall for Sasuke’s plan here and Sasuke can feel himself stirring, his cock half hard and hidden under the sheet still.
“Sure, alright.” Naruto mutters, flippantly, his blue eyes flashing with amusement and desire as he leans down until his breath is ghosting over one of Sasuke’s pink nipples.
“Let’s run through it again, then, since you don’t remember.”
He leans down, kissing Sasuke’s chest, circling around his nipple before kissing the bud.
“This is okay,” he murmurs, blue eyes flash up towards Sasuke’s face, and Sasuke’s heart speeds up in anticipation. He loves this, he loves when Naruto looks like he’s about to devour him. It’s strange but also freeing—going from predator to prey so easily with him.
Naruto’s tongue darts out, licking across Sasuke’s nipple— just once. He lightly blows over it, watches as it stiffens with a smug smile.
“This is okay, too.” Naruto continues, then he’s diving back down, his lips wrapping around the bud as his tongue flicks against it.
Sasuke feels the familiar electricity shoot down towards his stomach, his hips twitching against the mattress as his cock responds— hardening little by little with each touch.
“That’s okay,” Naruto says as he pulls away for just a moment, and then he’s on it again—his lips parting a bit more as he sucks, hard, his tongue flat and rubbing against the bud in his mouth.
Sasuke’s chest arches into the touch, a soft gasp escaping him, followed by a low hum. His eyes slide closed, and his arms twitch against Naruto’s hold—desperate to reach up and tangle his fingers into his boyfriend’s hair to keep his mouth there.
His eyes open when Naruto’s mouth leaves his skin, the warmth replaced by cool air as Naruto blows over his bud again.
“That’s okay, too, obviously.” Naruto says, “But this?”
He leans down again, catching Sasuke’s nipple between his teeth and nipping at it sharply.
A moan falls from Sasuke’s lips, his chest arching up again, body shivering as the sudden pain sends sparks to his brain in the most delicious way. It’s so good, like being splashed by a cold bucket of water, snapping his brain out of the warm fog for a moment.
“That’s only for you,” Naruto finishes, his head lifting to look at Sasuke’s face. Those blue eyes are dark, and Sasuke lets out a shuddering breath.
“We got it now?” Naruto’s asks, and a quick glance back down towards Naruto’s cock makes Sasuke groan as he watches the bead of pre-cum from earlier slide down his length.
“No,” he says, a smirk sliding onto his lips as he meets Naruto’s eyes, challenging him in the best way. Naruto is never one to back down, never leaves anything unchallenged and Sasuke can see it there now—in the way Naruto licks his lips.
Naruto doesn’t hesitate—he’s on Sasuke’s other nipple in an instant, Sasuke trembling and arching under him as he repeats the actions. His mind narrowing down to the feel of Naruto’s tongue and breath against his skin. Kissing, sucking, biting—his tongue swirling around the hard bud as he sucks it into his mouth, his teeth pressing into it, his lips kissing and soothing the sting.
Sasuke groans, his hips pressing up, trying to find friction as Naruto’s hot tongue and warm lips compete with the sting of his bites. He’s panting, his mind easily turning to mush—and he lets it. Something he would have never done, not before Naruto.
When Naruto pulls away, Sasuke glances down, his nipple red and swollen, admiring the sight. His chest heaves as Naruto once again moves to the opposite nipple—determined to make it just as puffy.
He succeeds, and Sasuke is a mess when Naruto finally pulls away to look up at him again. Sasuke is fully hard now, his cock pressed against the blue sheet over him, a dark spot forming where the tip is rubbing against the fabric. Naruto lets go of Sasuke’s arms, his hands coming up to rest on Sasuke’s chest, each thumb brushing over a sensitive nipple as he splays his hands out against the pale skin.
“I ever tell you you look so, so good like this?” Naruto asks, straightening up so he can see Sasuke’s face better, his weight shifting on Sasuke’s thighs. He brushes his thumbs against Sasuke’s nipples again, then pinches them gently—pulling on them, rolling the bud between his fingers.
Sasuke hisses in response, his chest arching to follow the pull. He licks his lips, swallowing so he can steady his breath enough to answer.
“Once or twice,” he breathes out, his eyes half lidded, his head thrown back into the pillow as he stares up at Naruto— his entire body is burning now, and he shifts his hips impatiently under the blond. The Sasuke from months ago could never imagine letting this happen, he had always took control and now? Now he was a mess under another mans hands, letting Naruto make him feel things he had denied himself previously.
Naruto chuckles in response, bending back over and kissing down Sasuke’s chest— his fingers still tweaking and pinching at Sasuke’s throbbing nipples as he makes his way down. He licks a line down Sasuke’s stomach, his tongue dipping into Sasuke’s navel before he continues down. He shifts his body as he goes, slowly moving himself off of Sasuke’s thighs and laying between them instead.
Naruto’s hands leave his chest as the distance stretches too far, sliding down against his ribs, then further—slowly pulling down the sheet that’s still splayed across Sasuke’s hips until he’s exposed.
Sasuke does move his hands then, his fingers sliding through messy blond locks, tugging gently at the strands as he watches the blond start to kiss his thighs— pushing them apart further. Naruto’s tongue trails up, licking in the crease where his thigh meets his groin, sliding along his skin with a pleased hum and Sasuke shivers.
He lets him take his time, lets Naruto lazily glide his tongue around his skin—up along the inside of his thighs, pressing soft kisses as he goes. Sasuke groans as Naruto dips his mouth down further, lips moving over his balls, sucking one gently then basically burying his face into him.
Sasuke’s hands brush at Naruto’s hair, onyx eyes never leaving the sight of the other man between his thighs. Naruto is taking his time, intent on making Sasuke squirm, soft growls and groans falling from the other boys lips as he nuzzles and kisses and sucks at the skin around his aching cock.
Finally, Naruto’s mouth trails lower— his strong hands pushing Sasuke’s thighs apart even further, tongue trailing down his taint until just the tip of it brushes against his hole. His hand moves down as well, thumb joining the motions and pulling at his rim, stretching it as his tongue circles the muscle.
Sasuke lets out a shuddering breath, his thighs twitching and flexing, a moan escaping him as he closes his eyes. Naruto can barely fully reach his entrance, even with how much he’s squished himself down against the bed—but that doesn’t stop him, doesn’t stop the way his tongue flicks and rubs and tastes him. He can hear Naruto’s heavy breaths through his nose fill the room, the wet sounds of his lapping tongue, and god it sounds as good as it feels.
The tip of his thumb presses into Sasuke, causing his body to jerk— he’s still a little sensitive from last night, and honestly if he weren’t already so hard he’d be telling Naruto to cut it out. He’s still slick inside, leftover cum and lube are definitely there, and normally the thought would make Sasuke cringe and pull Naruto away (even though Naruto protests). But he can’t get himself to stop this morning. Too wrapped up in the feeling, the build up, the way Naruto so clearly wants to be doing this.
Naruto pulls away then, sitting up on his knees. His hands wrap around Sasuke’s legs to tug him down along the bed, then lift them up and back towards his chest.
A surprised and indignant puff of air leaves Sasuke’s lips as he’s folded back against himself, Naruto’s hands on the inside of his knees to hold him in that position. He’s spread open, can feel the way the air of the bedroom is quickly cooling off Naruto’s spit.
Naruto looks up at him with a grin—one that’s much too bright for the current situation—and laughs a little “Hehe”, knowing full well that Sasuke wants to argue about being exposed like this.
And he’s just about to, his mouth opening in a half hearted protest until Naruto is suddenly bent over, diving back down to devour him. Sasuke’s breath catches, the words turning into a choked moan as Naruto’s tongue starts licking at him again—rubbing flat against his hole, circling it, dipping just past the still slightly stretched muscles.
Sasuke’s face flushes, his breath speeding up, hand falling from Naruto’s hair to grip at the sheets before coming up to hook behind his own knees, freeing Naruto’s hands from the job. The way Naruto ravished him is like he’s starving for it, like he can’t fucking get enough—Naruto’s groaning, breathing heavy, his head and neck and shoulders all moving fluidly, like eating Sasuke out is an entire body activity.
His tongue pushes past the rim, warm and wet as he starts to flick in and out—he tilts his head, trying to get closer and Sasuke can only tug his own legs to his chest, moan and arch against the tongue that’s fucking into him with quick jabs.
Naruto pulls back, his thumb immediately taking his tongues spot—pushing into him easily in one single motion, all the way to the knuckle as the blond wipes at his mouth with his other hand. He smirks at the way Sasuke moans and presses his hips down against the digit, jaw clenched and eyes rolling back.
“Y’know,” Naruto starts, and Sasuke would roll his eyes—because he knows Naruto is about to say something annoying—if it weren’t for the way he starts to lazily push his thumb in and out of him.
“Kinda funny that you won’t let me kiss you in the mornings but you’ll let me eat your ass,”
Sasuke groans, but it melts from an irritated one to a breathy one as Naruto speeds up his movements, that cocky smirk still on his face.
“Shut up,” Sasuke grunts, his head falling back onto the pillow.
“I’m just sayin’, seems a little hypocritical.”
“Naruto,” he tries to force out his name as a warning, but it comes out as a shaky plea, and he curses at himself mentally as Naruto’s smile widens.
“Heh, I like that,” the blond purrs, his eyes cast down as he watches his thumb disappear into Sasuke’s wet hole. He pulls his thumb out to the tip, hooking it against Sasuke’s rim and stretching him open.
“Oh my—“ Sasuke’s annoyed grumble is interrupted as Naruto slides his thumb fully out, two fingers pushing in in its place.
“—God,” he finishes as his hips jerk at the sudden change, voice breaking as Naruto starts fucking his fingers into him recklessly—and thank god he was indeed still slick inside from last night. The blond is immediately punishing about it, not wasting even a second—his fingers curling inside of Sasuke, pressing against the soft heat inside him until Sasuke’s eyes roll back again and he lets out a sharp gasp.
“That better?” Naruto is practically cooing at him.
All Sasuke can do is nod, letting go of the back of his knees, his feet planting onto the mattress on either side of Naruto.
It’s insane, the way that Naruto can just immediately make him feel like this. His skin on fire, his mind focused on nothing except for the sensation of those fingers pressing against his prostate again and again. Reduced to a mess withering against blue flannel bedsheets in a bed he’s been reoccurringly revisiting because he’s figured out that he likes this. Wants this, from him.
Naruto is looking at him, his blue eyes trained on Sasuke’s, a pleased grin on his mouth that shows off the way his incisor teeth press against his top lip a little. The muscle in his bicep flexing as he drives his fingers into him—and Sasuke feels a third finger slide in as well, stretching him, the dull ache of it.
Sasuke’s eyes clench shut as Naruto’s hand wraps around him, his thumb swipes over the leaking slit and then he’s stroking in time with his fingers. Sasuke can’t help the way his body jerks into the touch, his hips fighting in their desire to rock down against Naruto’s fingers or up into the tightness of his hand, so he does both—overwhelmed by the pleasure.
He can hear Naruto’s heavy breathing, feel the shift of him against the bed as he leans further over Sasuke—and fuck, he can feel those blue eyes watching him, drinking in the sight of Sasuke losing himself.
“C’mon, baby.” Naruto murmurs, “C’mon, I know you’re close.”
Sasuke moans, he can’t fight it, the pressure is building and he doesn’t want to let go, not yet, but he’s so weak against that voice, those eyes, those hands.
His hips arch off the bed, a choked sob leaving him as he succumbs to Naruto’s words— thighs shaking as his cock twitches in Naruto’s grasp and he spills onto his fingers, over his own stomach.
“Fuck, that’s it.” Naruto is breathing, talking him through it, his voice even more gravely, breathless.
“There you go—god, Sasuke,”
Naruto strokes him through it, his fingers tightening around the head as he squeezes the last drops out of him—and then he’s pulling back, fingers sliding out of Sasuke as well.
Sasuke is panting, his chest heaving. He can barely think, his mind a pleased hum of Naruto Naruto Naruto.
His eyes squint open as he feels Naruto reach over him, his eyes following the stretch of the blonds hand as he reaches towards the bottle of lube still on the nightstand, and his onyx eyes slid closed again.
The snap of the bottle opening, the squeak of the squirt as it hits Naruto’s hand, then the sound of slick skin on skin. Then Sasuke is being flipped, his face turning to rest his cheek against the pillow. Naruto pushes one of Sasuke’s thighs up, knee parallel with his hip then positions himself at Sasuke’s entrance and rubs the head of his cock against him—hard, hot and promising.
“Ready?” Naruto rasps out, and Sasuke turns his head a little to see the way Naruto is watching himself rub against his hole, the way his tanned chest is heaving—and Sasuke nods, fingers clenching onto his pillow in anticipation.