[fic] Worth It
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transient_wordsDisclaimer: I don't own Naruto.
Rating: M
Summary: Sometimes Naruto asked himself whether Sasuke was a sadistic pervert or had simply been born to make his life a little harder. In the current situation, Naruto felt that it was both. NaruSasu.
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Of all the screwed-up, illogical, forehead-slap-inducing and inexplicably foolish ideas that Sasuke had ever had, this had be the highest pinnacle of the absurd. And Naruto, who was friends with Rock Lee and some other freakish characters, had experienced his share of nerve-wrackingly idiotic, recklessly stupid and inexplicably insane ideas. He’d been the driving force of some of them. As a mastermind of tricks it would have been odd if he hadn’t.
Now, an unknowing citizen of Konoha , might have – with perfect assurance – pointed out that the grim-faced and aesthetically pleasing Sasuke Uchicha couldn’t possibly come up with foolish ideas; that was definitely beyond the imaginable, for people of his zeal, talent and disposition simply didn’t tarnish their good name in such a vile and grotesque manner. Wasn’t being embarrassing Uzumaki Naruto’s forte?
Indeed, it was a universally acknowledged fact that Sasuke was a genius, while the other -- though not necessarily dim-witted and not entirely brainless -- was not not the brightest star in the sky . Again, for the record, no one in his right mind would have assumed that Sasuke was capable of being, well, stupid. In spite of that, Naruto himself, who really knew what the Uchiha was about, heavily disagreed on his supposed infallibility. Not only did he disagree, but he loudly announced what he really thought of his partner, best friend and significant other – Sasuke, in his eyes, was definitely no genius and far from being perfect.
After all, Naruto didn’t only share an apartment with the bastard, but he had been introduced to some of the boy’s more obscure and downright appalling characteristics which would have made that unassuming citizen redefine his perception of him. Years of experience had made Naruto aware that behind that façade of nonchalant arrogance lurked a very hard to comprehend personality.
For example, Sasuke was the epitome of an anal-retentive person: the few books Naruto owned were alphabetically ordered, the floor impeccably clean and the pantry was arranged by size, colour and shape. Apparently, living with the boy also meant tolerating his housekeeping habits and there was no way around it. After a series of painful and nearly deadly attempts to convince Sasuke that all of this wasn’t necessary, he really didn’t bother saying anything at all anymore: he still wanted to celebrate his twenty-first birthday and causing a ruckus about such insignificant things just wasn’t worth it.
So, though he could never find anything, Naruto kept silent on the matter, even though being quiet really didn’t help things. Even a lone strand of hair, left behind in the wash basin made the black-haired ninja fussy and bitchy: he wouldn’t stop making a bitchy face until that offence was removed. And even then, he didn’t shut up about it.
Still, the worst of all was that Sasuke was --which probably wasn’t such an unknown fact -- a peevish, sadistic and vicious little brat. As such, he liked to punish Naruto for things that a normal person wouldn’t even deem worthy of punishment . No, it was fact: Sasuke was not entirely sane.
At the very moment, this lack of rational judgement on Sasuke’s part was the reason for Naruto’s current, rather uncomfortable predicament. Naruto, with a look that promised a very painful death, was confined to the bed and questioning humanity, evolution and his own intelligence. He didn’t even know what he had committed this time; he’d either forgotten to take off his shoes or not cleaned the dishes. Whatever it was, it had triggered the bastard’s anger and now he was forced to endure another session of torture just because his lover was obsessed with perfection.
“Sasuke, is this really necessary? Can’t we just fight each other instead of this?” he asked, though he knew that it was in vain. Nothing would change the other's mind.
“Yes, it’s absolutely necessary until you manage to maintain order and discipline, dobe,” the addressed replied in a perfectly controlled voice, not betraying any emotion other than slight annoyance.
“You’re such an asshole, didn’t anyone tell you that?”
Sasuke, of course, didn’t offer an answer – not immediately. Instead, he only tapped his foot impatiently and waited for Naruto to stop fighting against the entrapment. Unlike Naruto who was stripped to his boxers, he was dressed in a loosely fitted yukata, falling down his shoulders and making him look vulnerable and ready to debauch.
But there wasn’t a hint of submission in his eyes or stance: he didn’t look like he’d bend over for just anyone. Instead, he had his hands crossed in front of his chest and his glare was bored, like he’d experienced this a hundred times already.
“And you’re a pig without manners. Haven’t you heard that often enough?” Sasuke finally answered in a bored tone that matched his look.
Naruto rolled his eyes, asking himself why he hadn’t just left, why he’d agreed to this, and stared at his surroundings, noting how orderly and neat everything looked: the furniture, which consisted of a cupboard, a drawer with a lamp on top of it and the bed itself, stood in perfect relation to size of the bedroom. There was not a crumb on the floor and a pleasant, fresh smell matched the appearance of the room. Yet, Naruto hated the sight of all this because it mocked him, making fun of him with a soundless, chilling laughter that made him want to scream bloody murder at everyone and anything.
„I still think that’s a blasted idea, man,” Naruto whispered furiously through gritted teeth, not pleased with the situation. No, he wasn’t pleased at all. Not only was he chained to the bed, but Sasuke, who had beckoned towards him, was straddling him. Naturally, he didn’t mind the straddling that much nor the fact that this was – obviously – a prelude to sex, but he abhorred that Sasuke was wearing nothing but that blasted garment and he was hindered from doing anything.
Damned chains, damned Sasuke.
“And I think it’s a brilliant idea. So, stop thrashing around and take it like a man,” Sasuke said decidedly, fixing Naruto with a look that firmly said: “Shut up or I’ll rip your lungs out and leave them hanging outside for everyone to see.”
Then, without bothering to see whether Naruto was about to offer a retort, he kissed him fiercely on the lips. Kissed him with that same, inscrutable fierceness he used in sparring, like he wished to choke him to death with that one kiss. Sasuke took his time to force Naruto’s mouth open, to explore it; there wasn’t any of the hurriedness that usually accompanied their trysts. Normally, when they were both too horny and angry to bother with anything but fucking, it was a regular: off with your clothes, down to bed, sloppy kissing and away we go. Perhaps, not the most romantic of scenarios, but it suited them both just fine.
Yet sometimes, deep down, Naruto was forced to admit that it was a little too fast and a little too frantic for his tastes at times. And Sasuke seemed to think the same.
So, for a little while, Naruto really didn’t mind being chained to that bed that much. In fact, he was starting to feel rather grateful and content with the situation. Indeed, he had forgotten the sensation of just kissing somebody, the warmth and comfort that oozed over him to be with someone in such simple yet addicting way. He enjoyed it immensely: the feel of Sasuke’s thick hair falling on his forehead, the brush of Sasuke’s nose against his own and the cold hands holding his cuffed ones in place. At that moment, he felt like he belonged to Sasuke.
Naruto wanted to roam his hands over Sasuke’s skin, make him shiver and squirm. He knew that the other liked it, for nothing made the dark-haired shiver and whimper more than slowly tickling the small of his back. Though Sasuke avoided human contact, he was incredibly sensitive. And it made Naruto feel privileged that he knew that.
Sasuke didn’t stop at kissing Naruto, though. Soon, he started trailing Naruto’s neck with lazy kisses that made the other sigh and gasp; it was a perfectly executed, highly arousing and slow tickling that rendered him incapable of thinking properly and melted his brain into slobbering goo. Everything around him turned into a colourful mixture of sensations colliding with each other and making his head spin.
Naruto had forgotten how good that manipulative prig was with his tongue.
“Sasuke, damn you…Why don’t you just get it on with it?” Naruto managed to say in a hushed voice, knowing that his face was heated up and that he was trembling – he felt like a damned fool.
“It wouldn’t be that much fun, if I just did, would it?” Sasuke answered in a self-satisfied tone, fully aware of the fact that Naruto was losing control, knowing that it was him that was exerting that much power over the usually so confident boy.
“Shut the hell up…Sasuke,” Naruto mumbled angrily, regretting that he had introduced his lover to sex. After all, it had been himself who had taken that idiot’s virginity, along with some part of his sanity as it seemed. Perhaps, he should have heeded Jiraya’s advice and found himself a prostitute to screw around with instead-- no strings attached.
Now, he was stuck with a fucker who knew how to push his buttons and use it to his advantage.
And to prove that he knew, Sasuke just continued licking his way down Naruto’s chest, ignoring everything else. Still straddling him, Sasuke sent those teasing little kisses over his skin, circling and tracing patterns with his tongue. Yet, he ignored everything else, though he must have felt how much the other wanted him. Sometimes Naruto asked himself whether Sasuke was a sadistic pervert or had simply been born to make his life a little harder. In the current situation, Naruto felt that it was both.
“I hate you, damnit. I hate you so much,” Naruto whispered in between breaths, loathing that Sasuke had so much power over him. He hated that he loved this so much, he hated that he had that little patience. He hated that, in spite of the shitty situation and his inability to do anything but gasp, he wanted more.
“No, you love me. And you know it,” Sasuke whispered before he reached downward, hands roaming underneath Naruto’s boxers. His hands were cold and the blond nearly bit on his under lip not to moan out something foolish again; the cold fingers had taken his erection in his hand rubbed it slowly. Again, there was none of the usual frenzy and the movement was deliberately slow – excruciatingly slow and tender.
“You’re so full of yourself. Just get over with it…or I’ll kill you when we’re done with this,” Naruto finally said desperately, his pride breaking and the lustier part of him taking over.
When Sasuke’s mouth replaced the movement of his hand, Naruto felt he’d nearly die. No, he was already on the verge of dying because the shock of finally being given what his body had been aching for was overwhelming. Sasuke seemed to sense that, but that didn’t stop him from licking slowly, drawing out every moment like as if they had eternity in front of them.
Naruto was buckling now, no longer of conscious that he was groaning and grunting; he only knew that this felt good. His hips moved of their own accord, forcing the other to take to it faster, deeper. Then, everything was blurred and momentarily, Naruto knew no more.
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“Sasuke…please take those damned handcuffs...“ Naruto complained, feeling how the metal was pressing uncomfortably against his skin.
“Don’t be that selfish; I haven’t had any fun yet,” Sasuke said in a mock whine, daring Naruto to say anything at all. After that, he quitted the room and only the sound of rustling clothes, bags being zipped open and loud, aggravated mumbling indicated that Sasuke hadn’t run away.
Naruto had, for the most part, lost the ability to speak, but he still grinned when he heard how the mumbling turned to loud swearing, So, Uchiha hadn’t planned it perfectly, after all. Then, he remembered that he’d misplaced the lubricant while looking for something else. That realisation made him grin even more: Too bad that Sasuke couldn’t see the expression on his face.
“Naruto, where you’d put that damned…I found it,” he finally mumbled out from somewhere, annoyed as hell.
That said being Sasuke, he returned and this time without saying anything, settled himself between Naruto’s legs, not losing time to prepare them for the inevitable. His movements were no longer slow and torturous, but swift and hurried.
“So, you can’t take it? I’m really flattered,” Naruto uttered, incapable of remaining silent.
“If you say one more word, you can spend the entire day chained to that bed here. I’ll even send Sakura over to take pictures of you,” Sasuke promised.
“You wouldn’t dare—“Naruto started before he was interrupted by a hand on his own mouth.
Sasuke didn’t really bother listening to his lover’s childish remarks, being far too frustrated to bother listening. He kissed Naruto instead, demandingly and passionately in a way that made both of them feel light in the head. But he didn’t stop at that. Again, Sasuke had other things on mind.
When Naruto felt Sasuke slide down his length, it nearly sent him over the edge; he didn’t try not to moan out and because it felt too good, too fucking unreal not to be enjoyed fully. It was worth all the torture from before.
“Sasuke, fuck…you’re so …damn.”
There was no answer from Sasuke, but only the subdued moans that he tried so hard to suppress. Sasuke’s movements started off slow, before they gained on pace and the dark-haired was no longer concerned with perfection, but shed it in his passion.
Naruto detested the fact so much more that his hands were bound and that he couldn’t touch Sasuke. He couldn’t handle it anymore and the cuffs started to rattle against the bedposts, creating a peculiar noise that seemed to match the frenzied thrusts of his body. Soon Naruto lost himself in the sensation, no longer knowing anything but the taste of Sasuke's lips, the sounds of his moans and the feeling of intimacy that made him feel loved. Yes, all of this was worth it and Naruto decided that there was a very good reason, why he'd chosen Sasuke.
Both of them didn’t last very long and when they were finished, only the sound of loud, panted breathing could be heard echoing in the room.
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“Do you still think that was such a blasted idea?” Sasuke asked, with his head resting against Naruto’s heaving chest. He was still dressed in the yukata, having felt too tired to change.
“Well…at least, I can’t complain about having a boring sex life,” Naruto said satisfied and feeling smug for no apparent reason. His cuffs were undone and though his wrists were slightly red, he didn't bother rubbing them. Instead he held Sasuke in a tight embrace and listened to the other boy’s breathing: it was tranquil, now that the other had slightly calmed down.
“Ugh, this is disgusting, you smell like old fish and the sheets must be sticky. How can you lie here? You’re such a disgusting-”
Knowing that the time to speak had ceased, Naruto grabbed the complaining and exhausted Sasuke and gave him a quick peck on the lips, earning an outraged look from him. But then, Sasuke smiled and Naruto couldn't help smiling back. It wasn't always necessary to bicker.
“I know… I love you too."
Rating: M
Summary: Sometimes Naruto asked himself whether Sasuke was a sadistic pervert or had simply been born to make his life a little harder. In the current situation, Naruto felt that it was both. NaruSasu.
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Of all the screwed-up, illogical, forehead-slap-inducing and inexplicably foolish ideas that Sasuke had ever had, this had be the highest pinnacle of the absurd. And Naruto, who was friends with Rock Lee and some other freakish characters, had experienced his share of nerve-wrackingly idiotic, recklessly stupid and inexplicably insane ideas. He’d been the driving force of some of them. As a mastermind of tricks it would have been odd if he hadn’t.
Now, an unknowing citizen of Konoha , might have – with perfect assurance – pointed out that the grim-faced and aesthetically pleasing Sasuke Uchicha couldn’t possibly come up with foolish ideas; that was definitely beyond the imaginable, for people of his zeal, talent and disposition simply didn’t tarnish their good name in such a vile and grotesque manner. Wasn’t being embarrassing Uzumaki Naruto’s forte?
Indeed, it was a universally acknowledged fact that Sasuke was a genius, while the other -- though not necessarily dim-witted and not entirely brainless -- was not not the brightest star in the sky . Again, for the record, no one in his right mind would have assumed that Sasuke was capable of being, well, stupid. In spite of that, Naruto himself, who really knew what the Uchiha was about, heavily disagreed on his supposed infallibility. Not only did he disagree, but he loudly announced what he really thought of his partner, best friend and significant other – Sasuke, in his eyes, was definitely no genius and far from being perfect.
After all, Naruto didn’t only share an apartment with the bastard, but he had been introduced to some of the boy’s more obscure and downright appalling characteristics which would have made that unassuming citizen redefine his perception of him. Years of experience had made Naruto aware that behind that façade of nonchalant arrogance lurked a very hard to comprehend personality.
For example, Sasuke was the epitome of an anal-retentive person: the few books Naruto owned were alphabetically ordered, the floor impeccably clean and the pantry was arranged by size, colour and shape. Apparently, living with the boy also meant tolerating his housekeeping habits and there was no way around it. After a series of painful and nearly deadly attempts to convince Sasuke that all of this wasn’t necessary, he really didn’t bother saying anything at all anymore: he still wanted to celebrate his twenty-first birthday and causing a ruckus about such insignificant things just wasn’t worth it.
So, though he could never find anything, Naruto kept silent on the matter, even though being quiet really didn’t help things. Even a lone strand of hair, left behind in the wash basin made the black-haired ninja fussy and bitchy: he wouldn’t stop making a bitchy face until that offence was removed. And even then, he didn’t shut up about it.
Still, the worst of all was that Sasuke was --which probably wasn’t such an unknown fact -- a peevish, sadistic and vicious little brat. As such, he liked to punish Naruto for things that a normal person wouldn’t even deem worthy of punishment . No, it was fact: Sasuke was not entirely sane.
At the very moment, this lack of rational judgement on Sasuke’s part was the reason for Naruto’s current, rather uncomfortable predicament. Naruto, with a look that promised a very painful death, was confined to the bed and questioning humanity, evolution and his own intelligence. He didn’t even know what he had committed this time; he’d either forgotten to take off his shoes or not cleaned the dishes. Whatever it was, it had triggered the bastard’s anger and now he was forced to endure another session of torture just because his lover was obsessed with perfection.
“Sasuke, is this really necessary? Can’t we just fight each other instead of this?” he asked, though he knew that it was in vain. Nothing would change the other's mind.
“Yes, it’s absolutely necessary until you manage to maintain order and discipline, dobe,” the addressed replied in a perfectly controlled voice, not betraying any emotion other than slight annoyance.
“You’re such an asshole, didn’t anyone tell you that?”
Sasuke, of course, didn’t offer an answer – not immediately. Instead, he only tapped his foot impatiently and waited for Naruto to stop fighting against the entrapment. Unlike Naruto who was stripped to his boxers, he was dressed in a loosely fitted yukata, falling down his shoulders and making him look vulnerable and ready to debauch.
But there wasn’t a hint of submission in his eyes or stance: he didn’t look like he’d bend over for just anyone. Instead, he had his hands crossed in front of his chest and his glare was bored, like he’d experienced this a hundred times already.
“And you’re a pig without manners. Haven’t you heard that often enough?” Sasuke finally answered in a bored tone that matched his look.
Naruto rolled his eyes, asking himself why he hadn’t just left, why he’d agreed to this, and stared at his surroundings, noting how orderly and neat everything looked: the furniture, which consisted of a cupboard, a drawer with a lamp on top of it and the bed itself, stood in perfect relation to size of the bedroom. There was not a crumb on the floor and a pleasant, fresh smell matched the appearance of the room. Yet, Naruto hated the sight of all this because it mocked him, making fun of him with a soundless, chilling laughter that made him want to scream bloody murder at everyone and anything.
„I still think that’s a blasted idea, man,” Naruto whispered furiously through gritted teeth, not pleased with the situation. No, he wasn’t pleased at all. Not only was he chained to the bed, but Sasuke, who had beckoned towards him, was straddling him. Naturally, he didn’t mind the straddling that much nor the fact that this was – obviously – a prelude to sex, but he abhorred that Sasuke was wearing nothing but that blasted garment and he was hindered from doing anything.
Damned chains, damned Sasuke.
“And I think it’s a brilliant idea. So, stop thrashing around and take it like a man,” Sasuke said decidedly, fixing Naruto with a look that firmly said: “Shut up or I’ll rip your lungs out and leave them hanging outside for everyone to see.”
Then, without bothering to see whether Naruto was about to offer a retort, he kissed him fiercely on the lips. Kissed him with that same, inscrutable fierceness he used in sparring, like he wished to choke him to death with that one kiss. Sasuke took his time to force Naruto’s mouth open, to explore it; there wasn’t any of the hurriedness that usually accompanied their trysts. Normally, when they were both too horny and angry to bother with anything but fucking, it was a regular: off with your clothes, down to bed, sloppy kissing and away we go. Perhaps, not the most romantic of scenarios, but it suited them both just fine.
Yet sometimes, deep down, Naruto was forced to admit that it was a little too fast and a little too frantic for his tastes at times. And Sasuke seemed to think the same.
So, for a little while, Naruto really didn’t mind being chained to that bed that much. In fact, he was starting to feel rather grateful and content with the situation. Indeed, he had forgotten the sensation of just kissing somebody, the warmth and comfort that oozed over him to be with someone in such simple yet addicting way. He enjoyed it immensely: the feel of Sasuke’s thick hair falling on his forehead, the brush of Sasuke’s nose against his own and the cold hands holding his cuffed ones in place. At that moment, he felt like he belonged to Sasuke.
Naruto wanted to roam his hands over Sasuke’s skin, make him shiver and squirm. He knew that the other liked it, for nothing made the dark-haired shiver and whimper more than slowly tickling the small of his back. Though Sasuke avoided human contact, he was incredibly sensitive. And it made Naruto feel privileged that he knew that.
Sasuke didn’t stop at kissing Naruto, though. Soon, he started trailing Naruto’s neck with lazy kisses that made the other sigh and gasp; it was a perfectly executed, highly arousing and slow tickling that rendered him incapable of thinking properly and melted his brain into slobbering goo. Everything around him turned into a colourful mixture of sensations colliding with each other and making his head spin.
Naruto had forgotten how good that manipulative prig was with his tongue.
“Sasuke, damn you…Why don’t you just get it on with it?” Naruto managed to say in a hushed voice, knowing that his face was heated up and that he was trembling – he felt like a damned fool.
“It wouldn’t be that much fun, if I just did, would it?” Sasuke answered in a self-satisfied tone, fully aware of the fact that Naruto was losing control, knowing that it was him that was exerting that much power over the usually so confident boy.
“Shut the hell up…Sasuke,” Naruto mumbled angrily, regretting that he had introduced his lover to sex. After all, it had been himself who had taken that idiot’s virginity, along with some part of his sanity as it seemed. Perhaps, he should have heeded Jiraya’s advice and found himself a prostitute to screw around with instead-- no strings attached.
Now, he was stuck with a fucker who knew how to push his buttons and use it to his advantage.
And to prove that he knew, Sasuke just continued licking his way down Naruto’s chest, ignoring everything else. Still straddling him, Sasuke sent those teasing little kisses over his skin, circling and tracing patterns with his tongue. Yet, he ignored everything else, though he must have felt how much the other wanted him. Sometimes Naruto asked himself whether Sasuke was a sadistic pervert or had simply been born to make his life a little harder. In the current situation, Naruto felt that it was both.
“I hate you, damnit. I hate you so much,” Naruto whispered in between breaths, loathing that Sasuke had so much power over him. He hated that he loved this so much, he hated that he had that little patience. He hated that, in spite of the shitty situation and his inability to do anything but gasp, he wanted more.
“No, you love me. And you know it,” Sasuke whispered before he reached downward, hands roaming underneath Naruto’s boxers. His hands were cold and the blond nearly bit on his under lip not to moan out something foolish again; the cold fingers had taken his erection in his hand rubbed it slowly. Again, there was none of the usual frenzy and the movement was deliberately slow – excruciatingly slow and tender.
“You’re so full of yourself. Just get over with it…or I’ll kill you when we’re done with this,” Naruto finally said desperately, his pride breaking and the lustier part of him taking over.
When Sasuke’s mouth replaced the movement of his hand, Naruto felt he’d nearly die. No, he was already on the verge of dying because the shock of finally being given what his body had been aching for was overwhelming. Sasuke seemed to sense that, but that didn’t stop him from licking slowly, drawing out every moment like as if they had eternity in front of them.
Naruto was buckling now, no longer of conscious that he was groaning and grunting; he only knew that this felt good. His hips moved of their own accord, forcing the other to take to it faster, deeper. Then, everything was blurred and momentarily, Naruto knew no more.
---
“Sasuke…please take those damned handcuffs...“ Naruto complained, feeling how the metal was pressing uncomfortably against his skin.
“Don’t be that selfish; I haven’t had any fun yet,” Sasuke said in a mock whine, daring Naruto to say anything at all. After that, he quitted the room and only the sound of rustling clothes, bags being zipped open and loud, aggravated mumbling indicated that Sasuke hadn’t run away.
Naruto had, for the most part, lost the ability to speak, but he still grinned when he heard how the mumbling turned to loud swearing, So, Uchiha hadn’t planned it perfectly, after all. Then, he remembered that he’d misplaced the lubricant while looking for something else. That realisation made him grin even more: Too bad that Sasuke couldn’t see the expression on his face.
“Naruto, where you’d put that damned…I found it,” he finally mumbled out from somewhere, annoyed as hell.
That said being Sasuke, he returned and this time without saying anything, settled himself between Naruto’s legs, not losing time to prepare them for the inevitable. His movements were no longer slow and torturous, but swift and hurried.
“So, you can’t take it? I’m really flattered,” Naruto uttered, incapable of remaining silent.
“If you say one more word, you can spend the entire day chained to that bed here. I’ll even send Sakura over to take pictures of you,” Sasuke promised.
“You wouldn’t dare—“Naruto started before he was interrupted by a hand on his own mouth.
Sasuke didn’t really bother listening to his lover’s childish remarks, being far too frustrated to bother listening. He kissed Naruto instead, demandingly and passionately in a way that made both of them feel light in the head. But he didn’t stop at that. Again, Sasuke had other things on mind.
When Naruto felt Sasuke slide down his length, it nearly sent him over the edge; he didn’t try not to moan out and because it felt too good, too fucking unreal not to be enjoyed fully. It was worth all the torture from before.
“Sasuke, fuck…you’re so …damn.”
There was no answer from Sasuke, but only the subdued moans that he tried so hard to suppress. Sasuke’s movements started off slow, before they gained on pace and the dark-haired was no longer concerned with perfection, but shed it in his passion.
Naruto detested the fact so much more that his hands were bound and that he couldn’t touch Sasuke. He couldn’t handle it anymore and the cuffs started to rattle against the bedposts, creating a peculiar noise that seemed to match the frenzied thrusts of his body. Soon Naruto lost himself in the sensation, no longer knowing anything but the taste of Sasuke's lips, the sounds of his moans and the feeling of intimacy that made him feel loved. Yes, all of this was worth it and Naruto decided that there was a very good reason, why he'd chosen Sasuke.
Both of them didn’t last very long and when they were finished, only the sound of loud, panted breathing could be heard echoing in the room.
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“Do you still think that was such a blasted idea?” Sasuke asked, with his head resting against Naruto’s heaving chest. He was still dressed in the yukata, having felt too tired to change.
“Well…at least, I can’t complain about having a boring sex life,” Naruto said satisfied and feeling smug for no apparent reason. His cuffs were undone and though his wrists were slightly red, he didn't bother rubbing them. Instead he held Sasuke in a tight embrace and listened to the other boy’s breathing: it was tranquil, now that the other had slightly calmed down.
“Ugh, this is disgusting, you smell like old fish and the sheets must be sticky. How can you lie here? You’re such a disgusting-”
Knowing that the time to speak had ceased, Naruto grabbed the complaining and exhausted Sasuke and gave him a quick peck on the lips, earning an outraged look from him. But then, Sasuke smiled and Naruto couldn't help smiling back. It wasn't always necessary to bicker.
“I know… I love you too."
