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He wasn’t all sure about the whole thing. Of the protocol behind this type of encounter.
However, impulsiveness had always been part of his life—quite one of the adjectives people described him with. So, yes, it also felt right. Exciting.
It was also too cliché, confused about his sexuality when he reached his status of middle-aged guy, hitting the gym daily before there were tears in his blue eyes when he confessed his mental crisis to Hinata, their marriage of more than ten years starting to crash down on that emotional day eight months ago. It had come to a point where Naruto started to believe that most smart people didn’t get married at all because they knew that if they did so, then odds were it would end in divorce anyway.
It had hurt, of course.
After the divorce Naruto felt like a zombie, unsure of the new world he had stepped into. Unsure if he really liked the idea of sharing his life with men. How? Wouldn’t admitting his sexual orientation be enough? Freeing himself of imaginary chains that made him a bad husband? Though it wasn’t like he was obligated to dive into any expectation or cage himself into a box immediately—the cliché of being a man who divorced a woman because he liked men more. A virgin in that aspect.
So for a few weeks Naruto had thought he should just watch as much gay porn as he could and remain quiet.
Until he didn’t.
While refusing to pay any subscription, those websites kept showing too many popup windows until he clicked on one, downloading a gay dating app to find what the wonders of chatting lewdly with other men were. The interface was a new thing for him, but he caught up with it soon; after a while, he came across ‘SharinganBoy’ profile, half his age according to the number under his picture. Too beautiful. A twink—or whatever younglings call a pretty, slender man nowadays.
It was in part kind of risky, agreeing to meet him at a hotel for a night of sexual exploration, only because he couldn’t stop smiling at every single message and nude sent to him. Sexting but more exchanging pictures and videos of their bodies and cocks. At first not really chatting like Naruto had heard cybersex was, but intensely masturbating with the image of the younger man on the other side. Then, on some days, just talking about favorite movies and work and stuff among suggestive comments.
Sasuke. Their names were shared when it had felt like they had become something close to online friends.
And so Naruto was here, looking at his phone, several times checking the room number, about to be 9 PM, trying to remember everything he knew about flirting and safe sex before he gently knocked on the door, ignoring the hotel key card in his pocket that could grant him easy access.
After a few seconds, the door opened wide and Naruto’s jaw could have dropped to the floor if he hadn’t taken a deep breath before.
Face to face, Sasuke was gorgeous. Too pretty.
It was logical how he had been so insanely attracted to him since day one looking at his profile picture, and Naruto couldn’t help but spend long seconds looking at the real Sasuke up and down.
“Hey," Sasuke said, looking too pleased by Naruto’s obvious reaction.
“Hey!” Naruto replied back after scolding himself inwardly, his eyes locking in with dark ones, enhanced by perfect eyeliner.
He looked like a person who applied lotion on every inch of his skin and made sure to style his hair after every shower. Perhaps he had used waterproof mascara and maybe lip gloss—Naruto couldn’t tell; he never discerned between Hinata’s different makeup unless it was, well, notorious. Like when going to a dinner date or some event for New Year's Eve.
However—and it made Naruto blush as if he were committing some sin by the mere thought of it—Sasuke didn’t look like a femboy. That term he knew at least. No bra pushing a nonexistent chest up a little or greeting him with some delicate pink robe.
He was also tall—quite the surprise to Naruto.
“You’re cute.” And the voice made Naruto blink, suddenly feeling more nervous than a few minutes before. Sasuke had tilted his head to the side, moving aside, his long and thinner body leaning on the doorframe. “Standing still there. Are you waiting for my permission?”
Before Naruto could say any word, Sasuke turned around and gestured towards the room. “Come inside.”
.
When Sasuke had leaned in to kiss him, it didn’t take Naruto even a second to react and reciprocate. And holy shit, immediately tongue-kissing. Good, both were straightforward as Naruto’s more calloused hand grabbed behind Sasuke's head, the other stretching behind him to the small wardrobe for stability.
On his part, Sasuke had buried his fingers in Naruto’s blond hair, offering Naruto his first kiss in months, his first kiss with a man, and Naruto could only return it eagerly as he momentarily realized that Sasuke was indeed using gloss lips by the feeling of the sticky and flavored sensation of it.
Then, somehow, despite the evident difference of their strengths, Sasuke maneuvered him to lie underneath him on the bed, still kissing him some more before pulling back just one little centimeter. He seemed to really like Naruto, eyes going half-lidded as he looked down, straddling him for now, sliding a hand underneath Naruto's dress shirt.
“Have you done anything with another man?”
Naruto shook his head lightly before answering, "No.”
“No?” And Sasuke straightened up to get a better view, for his hand to hurriedly start unbuckling the black belt of Naruto, not bothering to take the leather all off, reaching to undo the button of Naruto’s trousers, and then unzipping them. “Not even holding hands?”
“Not ever.”
“Fuck,” Sasuke praised as soon as he watched Naruto’s half-erected cock. It looked thick, quickly getting hard. “Nice. Way better than the pics.”
It should be enough for Naruto to feel empowered to say some suggestive or nasty words and maybe take Sasuke by the shoulders to flip their position—just like he had done with Hinata during their prime sexual times. However, as he felt nails scratching at the taut of his abs—Sasuke clearly content about the feel of muscles constricting under his touch—Naruto was a little taken aback by Sasuke’s next words.
“Ah... exceptionally well-muscled, mh? Don't worry, babe. I'll be gentle.”
‘Babe’ wasn’t unexpected. Sasuke had used that pet name over their messages. However… ‘I’ll be gentle’?
“Wait… What?”
“Mh?” But Sasuke had leaned down again, their mouths once more meeting, this time with more fervor, silencing Naruto’s murmurs.
It was until Sasuke shifted above him to readjust his position differently—no longer straddling him—while sliding one hand down Naruto’s waist and left hip, dipping it under his pants and onto his ass, fingers pressing the skin there, that Naruto had to break the kiss.
“W-wait! P-pause, fuck!”
It was nice how, like a switch, Sasuke withdrew his actions, releasing his grips and pulling back from Naruto. “Oh? Something’s wrong?”
“Are you… Are you going to put it in?”
Sasuke raised both his eyebrows, his head tilted in disbelief for a moment.
“You mean me about to fuck you? Get you all wet with my cum?”
Oh. Okay. That sounded hot. Sasuke’s low baritone rumbled it in such a thrilling way, but—
“I thought… Um, I mean, I’m older and, well, bigger. I—” Naruto lifted his upper body, his weight resting on his elbows as Sasuke’s hands kept their distance, ignoring the obvious bulge in his pants. What a gentleman. “It didn’t cross my mind that you’d wanted to fuck me…”
For a moment Naruto expected Sasuke’s expression to shift into a pouting face, but the younger man traced his mouth in a self-satisfied smirk, eyes glinting with amusement.
“Heh. You didn't read my description? It says ‘Top.’ And the way we’d been texting…”
Right, their texts…
‘So hot. You’re so beautiful,' Naruto had typed back within seconds to one of Sasuke’s bare-chested pictures.
‘Then show me how I make you hard. I don't like liars.' And Naruto had sent him a picture framing his erected cock, curved, reddened glans resting against his undershirt.
Just seconds had passed before his phone vibrated with a new message, and Naruto could clearly remember how it had made him gulp.
‘Good, babe. Looking cute. You'd let me do wtv I want with it, right? Under me?’
All the rest of the days had been a variation of it. Of Naruto basically making whatever Sasuke asked him to do, obedient towards someone who had acted more dominating, and a dynamic being established without him really realizing it.
Now Naruto, remaining still, just repeated, “Top?”
His mind rushed to register the word, eyes widening after connecting some mental nods.
And God. He actually could see it. He could feel his heart thumping wildly in his ears, the mental image of Sasuke’s rougher voice just commanding more of him, and Naruto just serving him.
His Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed.
“That… That means you're active.”
“Exactly. You really were this closeted, uh?” Sasuke said as he lifted an eyebrow. “But yes, that means I prefer to be the active man. Or rather I don’t like being passive when I really like the idea of making you my slut… However, if you're not into it, I can suck your dick and call it a day.”
Naruto must be looking a little dumb, his mouth opened but not saying anything for several seconds.
Damn. His slut?
That meant someone else wanting to ruin him. Someone as magnetic as Sasuke.
And perhaps a whole minute had passed because Sasuke sighed. Heavily. Shifting back, taking more distance between them until he was closer to the edge of the bed than Naruto.
“Or we can only talk, too. Don’t feel pressure over anything, alright?”
The words were nice, sure, but his voice was so alluring it practically sent a chill down Naruto’s spine. Nice, but he felt like he wanted to do what makes Sasuke happier.
Maybe he was down bad for the first man who really caught his attention, and he was realizing it until now.
Silly him.
“...Okay…”
Sasuke's next breath spilled out with clear frustration, but he collected himself quickly, saying, “Okay. You start. Tell me about some recent event in your work or whatever you’re willing to share.”
But before Sasuke was about to get up and off the bed, Naruto reached out, hand grabbing him above his elbow in a rushed, headily death grip, and fuck. There were muscles, just not quite making sleeves fit tight around biceps like Naruto's did.
Hot, anyway. It was too hot, and all they had done so far was kissing and some touches, blood still rushing down, filling the large vein of his cock.
“No. No, I mean… Let’s try it. I want to… feel you. But, please, use a condom. And, yeah, lube too.”
And again, like a switch turning on, Sasuke’s pretty eyes were above him, a hand pushing Naruto’s chest down. Those eyes, staring intensely at him, felt as though they were trying to read Naruto's mind, stripping him from insecurities. “You sure?”
Just one murmured question and Naruto blushed harder. But that same impulsiveness within him was making his resolution clearer.
“Why not?”
“Yeah. Why not?” Sasuke smirked, looking quite pleased again.
Naruto’s stomach fluttered like it hadn’t done for so long.
.
With their clothes taken off, stripped down to nothing and a pillow under his ass, Naruto squirmed in pleasure. They kept kissing because they seemed to not get enough of it, letting Sasuke spread his legs further while their mouths moved against each other.
But, with a man there between his tights, he noticed that Sasuke’s hands had practically touched every corner of his body—arms, nipples, hips, ass, thighs—except the most obvious erogenous part of him, still hard but nerve endings shamefully waiting, hungry for any touch over it.
Naruto might start feeling desperate soon, so he reached one of his hands down, moaning into Sasuke’s mouth as soon as he rubbed fingers around the glans, too wet and engorged, throbbing while begging for release—only for Sasuke’s hand to enclose around his wrist, pulling it above his blond head.
“Sasuke… please. Let me…” he breathed out.
And, God, was he about to whimper?
“Why would I? It's useless. Will make you come in the way you were born to.”
Naruto could have gasped in an offended tone and asked for another pause again, but all that gay porn he watched had him remembering that dirty talk was something people indulged themselves in, and being subjected to this for the first time in his life was making him lightheaded, making him feel a sweet ache growing in his belly. And it felt good.
He was also sure there must be a whole category of ‘older men taking dick for the first time’ on porn websites, and although he never watched any video like that—his algorithm remaining pretty ‘traditional’—this was already altering his brain chemistry. Not complaining yet. Perhaps he would never complain. He did want a night of sexual exploration, didn’t he?
And perhaps it wouldn't feel that good at the end, and they could make a different arrangement—if they meet again, of course. If this doesn’t end like a fiasco.
Then the pop of a bottle cap brought him back into reality, and he realized his wrist had been released for a while and that Sasuke's attention had stopped roaming down his body as he was now pouring a generous amount of lube on his fingers.
Then that heavy gaze on him was enough to instruct Naruto to keep his legs open, knees bent up, with no words needed to say.
“Ready?”
He nodded. “Fuck. Yes.” But then, more softly, referring to the act of soon to feel his virginal asshole being fingered, “Can… C-can we kiss while doing it?”
It made Sasuke go motionless, just blinking in surprise, and Naruto couldn’t help but feel a little bit of panic, wondering if he wasn’t allowed to ask.
But in the next second, he was being kissed, Sasuke pressing their lips together quite hard until Naruto could feel the shape of his teeth, making him let out a gasp of surprise but never breaking away from the kiss. He reciprocated while feeling hands grabbing above his hips, urging him to lift his pelvis and exposing more of his hole without any defense.
And just like that, he felt a finger circle his asshole, pressing gently at the center.
“So what about here? Nobody has ever touched you here?”
Fuck, fuck. Naruto grimaced a bit, hissing at the contact.
“No. Nobody.”
“Not even yourself?”
Naruto nearly choked on his own saliva at the question. Only once. Or a little more. Just a faded memory from when he was younger, natural curiosity perhaps… Definitely before marrying Hinata. Never letting himself touch his body like that again.
And even now it was a little weird, he couldn't deny. And he did everything for his mind to not conjure certain renal functions of the human body, kicking out any mental comparison while a slick finger was pressing and pressing until the tip eased in.
“You okay, babe?” Sasuke asked between kisses.
Naruto nodded, murmuring, “Go on.” And he couldn’t quite form more words to reply. This was a turning point in his life, wasn't it?
Sasuke kissed him again when the finger was shoved past the second knuckle, and it was until this moment Naruto realized his considerably strong hands curled around Sasuke’s shoulders, squeezing them and probably leaving bruises in the pale skin. But the younger top didn’t stop, making Naruto’s hips stutter when a second finger found space inside, curling them just right, even scissorsing and alternating with searching for that sweet spot Naruto knew he also had and—
“God!” Naruto felt an electric sensation on his thighs, traveling up his body, forcing him to take a sharp breath.
“You’re so fucking tight. Can’t help having your body tightening, mh? It would have been easier on your hands and knees, you know? But since you asked for kisses…”
Or maybe Sasuke only wanted to see his face contorting, every single new sensation written all over his face. To hear Naruto’s inevitable grunts and moans closer.
“S-Sasuke…”
“You just need to learn to relax, don’t you?”
But it only made him clench down on those fingers, and he wouldn't admit it ever, but maybe he had never felt so intimately close to someone, their bodies so flushed together, as though they could melt into one piece.
Ah, yes. They were about to do that, weren’t they?
By the time Sasuke added a third finger—no mental space for more kisses as Naruto himself had his head thrown back against a pillow—it was clear that the younger man knew what he was doing, rubbing Naruto’s prostate, drawing more grunts and moans from him as some whispered encouraging words left Sasuke’s mouth in deep, charming breaths.
“So pretty,” Sasuke murmured above him, and Naruto wanted to shake his head. No, he should be the one calling Sasuke like that. He was the prettiest thing Naruto had ever seen. Everything about him seemed so perfect.
God. This morning he wouldn't ever have guessed that he was going to get fingered by a twink, but it was so intoxicating that he was already dangerously close to the edge.
“Ah, fuck, wait, Sasuke—close!"
“Alright.” And Sasuke looked like he needed what was following next when he finally pulled his fingers out, shifting back, leaning back on his haunches. He was also blushing hard, cute flattened chest rising up and down.
He was so perfect, and Naruto found himself imagining spending a lot of money on whatever Sasuke might want.
“Alright. Let me mark you as mine,” Sasuke said while admiring his work, and Naruto’s eyes shifted from those tasty nipples to the hard cock framed by narrower hips, blue eyes looking at what he was about to take.
Sasuke’s erection—average size, its aspect as healthy as expected from the pictures sent to Naruto—was so hard that it seemed it was unnecessary to mix lube with the precum already dripping from the tip, and for a moment Naruto gave a second thought about his previous requirement about covering it with a condom. But Sasuke grabbed a condom left on the bed, tearing it open, pinching its tip and rolling it down his length before he spread fresh lube on his cock, and the heartbeats thumping wildly in Naruto’s ears only got louder as he waited for Sasuke to align his cock up, kissing the puffy, virginal hole. Gently, like he promised.
“Say the words and I'll stop, Oji-san.”
Oh, God. He felt it. Pressing into his entrance, feeling the burning hot wetness and the discomfort of being stretched out.
He let out a heavy grunt as a little more pressure was made, and then Naruto knew Sasuke had slid inside.
It hurt but not that badly.
“I’m inside you. Half there,” Sasuke whispered. “You feel so good.”
“Only half?” Okay… okay. Naruto could take a deep, steady breath, even if he couldn't help the wet sensation that burned the corner of both his eyes.
But Sasuke, bracing himself with one hand, kissed those tears away, too soft and such a contrast to his next words.
“Shit. You’re really crying? Want to be such a good boy for me? Being like my trained dog only for my kisses? To not deny me this sweet pussy?”
“W-what? No…” Naruto gasped loudly, feeling overwhelmed and shaking his head in response, but any protest he might make died as soon as Sasuke grinded his hips with more deliberate motions, fucking more of his cock inside until he stopped moving once he was fully inside him, nestled deep within Naruto’s hole, making a deep growl. “I—I’m not—”
“What? A perfect whore?” And the huff sounded cruel, but Naruto liked it. “You’re the one with a dick inside you, babe.”
And in his first gay sexual encounter, Naruto found that the sting of penetration could ebb away. His body did nothing against Sasuke as he started rocking back and forth inside him slowly. He didn’t say anything against the wet sensation of sweat and lube dripping from between his asscheeks. He didn’t say how much he loved feeling the differences between their bodies, enjoying the heat caging around his untouched, useless cock.
“Please, please, please…” Naruto let out even when he was unsure of what he was asking for. For Sasuke to go faster? To not let it out? To make him feel as though he were a little pretty thing? To call his hole a pussy again?
“Ah, Naruto. You’re so goddamn cute.”
In a rush, he found himself being bent, hands taking his knees and pushing them up to his chest, his beautiful face pressed into his neck. And Naruto let all that happen. He let another man fuck him with new harsh thrusts. More purposefully, like trying to truly ruin something within Naruto’s body.
Maybe Sasuke was carving a place for himself inside, reaching an itch he never knew he had, and Naruto had never felt more desirable.
It felt good to be filled like this.
Fuck… maybe Sasuke was right. Maybe, even if that was said for the sake of momentary hornyness, Naruto had finally realized he was born to be a cockslut.
"S-Sasu-ahh" Naruto couldn't even manage to say the name with how good he felt. It all felt so good.
“Yes, babe?”
“G-good!”
Naruto was being pushed into heaven, really. He loved how Sasuke kept hitting some spot inside him that was making him see stars. He couldn't even focus his eyes on the face above him.
He felt so feverish.
Oh, God. He would want more, he was sure. He wanted more, his moans sounding desperate and unashamed until his hips tried to move of their own volition but barely thrusting up, barely enough space for it, desperately trying to learn more of himself—even if that meant becoming someone else’s personal fuck toy. He would love to see more of Sasuke, for them to stay the whole weekend. He would love to reach an orgasm only for them to switch positions, Naruto on top of him so he could sit down on Sasuke’s pretty length. It would feel so good too—to be full again.
He might be saying all those things aloud without real order, in a whiny tone to his voice like a scolded, needy puppy begging for a bone.
“Yes, babe. Gonna fuck you as much as you want. You’ll be my new bitch, won’t you?”
Sasuke’s rhythm broke into shorter thrusts while Naruto’s hips jerked with hard spasms, and that big cock trapped between their bodies exploded in thick ropes of hot cum.
And perhaps they were soulmates in sexual chemistry or something because just one second later, Sasuke’s hips stuttered to a stop, both their pelvises pressing flush together until he came inside the thin rubber material.
Ah. Maybe Naruto now wanted to join the category of ‘middle-aged guys getting creampied for the first time.'
.
.
That was a confession, no?
‘You’re making me fall in love all over again’ had slipped from Sasuke’s mouth after Naruto almost went to the ends of the earth to buy him a limited edition pair of sneakers with some nostalgic cartoon design from Sasuke's childhood.
Seeing Sasuke’s eyes widen in fear made it clear that those words had been unintentional. That he was keeping secrets inside his heart.
They talked, and even if Naruto wanted to protest because things were moving too fast and that nice, fluttering feeling in his stomach every time he saw Sasuke would remain forever, he could only ask, “Are you sure about me? That you want me… You want this?”
“Naruto—”
“I… I mean, you could choose anyone else. You could go to a club and pick up way better men than me. Someone more handsome. Younger. You could be doing anything else instead of choosing to be with me, an older man who’s divorced.”
And Naruto’s blue gaze dropped as soon as a small frown creased between Sasuke’s eyebrows.
“You don’t need to feel like that," Sasuke started, something in his voice wavering. “You sound like you feel you need to prove something to me. As though you’re not enough.” Then Sasuke chuckled, his frustration turning into something softer when he continued. “And here I thought I was the one who'd never be ready for you.”
“W-what?”
“Thought you'd get tired of me. That you’ll eventually think we’re at too different stages in life… Kept thinking you’re the one not having any trouble finding someone better.”
“No, no, no,” Naruto said in a rushed voice, moving closer until he could cup Sasuke’s head between his hands, his own heart full of fondness. Feeling he couldn't let Sasuke go. “I only see you. Only you, Sasuke.”
“So?”
“So I won’t ever take my eyes off of you, Sasuke. I promise now. I love you too.”
Their next kiss was the sweetest of their lives.