A/N: I know I've got a million other things I'm supposed to be working on but ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
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"Ah - Lee!"
Gaara's cry was only just barely choked out as his breath struggled to come at all. He was lying on his back, curled upward a bit from pleasure and the desire to keep his hands cupping the lovely little breasts of the man riding him.
The sheets below him, pristine in condition only an hour ago, had since been soiled with sweat and drool.
They hadn't seen each other in months. Back to back and overlapping missions pulling them in separate directions kept the lovers from each other far longer than whatever decency remained in the universe should have allowed.
It was pure coincidence, or perhaps restitution on the part of this unfair verse, that they found themselves at the same tea house at the same time. Lee and Tenten were only seconds away from sprinting off in another direction when Gaara and his siblings came into view.
At first, the lovers had frozen in their tracks, unable to believe what their eyes were seeing. Then, without a word to their companions, they flew to each other and became a tangled mess of limbs, desperate kisses, and tears.
They were expecting to spend another six weeks apart.
Staying longer would put a gross dent in the schedule Tenten and Lee were trying to keep to, but it was out of the question that they would depart before some time for intimacies was granted.
Lee hadn't asked for permission, either way.
He and Gaara had sprinted, with their fingers laced tightly together, to the nearest motel.
Lee's jumpsuit was in tatters before the door shut.
He'd pressed the Kazekage's back to the door, pushed his head under Gaara's robes, and sucked him off right there from the floor.
But they couldn't afford a refractory period; it wasn't in their sexual allowance with the clock ticking so cruelly. So Gaara had pushed Lee's head away just as he was about to lose it, and with all the time they had spent apart it was mere minutes later, and pulled his lover to stand up.
The sand shredded the last of Lee's clothing as Gaara walked him backward and pushed him on the bed, stripping off his own clothes as he moved.
The gourd had fallen to the floor with an unceremonious 'dunk!' when Gaara gracelessly released the strap and let it fly. It was a mark of how badly he'd missed Lee, as he'd never shown such carelessness with his shield before.
He was panting when he climbed over Lee and pressed his lover's body into the mattress with his own.
Their furious attempts to kiss every inch of each other's skin as they were simultaneously receiving those kisses left them in strange contortions and breathless; moaning without their usual regard for privacy and decorum.
Gaara tore his neck from Lee's lips and hastily moved his own down the length of Lee's torso, making a straight, hurried line for the thing his tongue had been craving for some time.
He settled himself lower on the bed as he pushed Lee's knees up and apart and buried his face into that warm, lovely spot between two well-toned thighs.
Almost immediately, Gaara's meal rose to meet him as Lee arched his back and then pressed himself harder against his lover's thoughtful tongue.
Here, they could afford a release. Lee wouldn't need time to come back from it, and Gaara was too starved to stop.
By the time Kankuro, who had been abandoned with his sister and the Konoha-nin back at the tea shop, looked down at his watch and saw that only ten minutes had passed since the lovers had fled, Lee was crying out and trembling as a loving mouth and careful finger took him over the edge.
When Gaara lifted his head, he only had a second to revel in the beautiful sight of his panting, flushed lover lying spent on the bed, before he was being pushed onto his back. Thighs he was so used to seeing wrapped in green spandex, now bare save for old scars and the indent on the skin that Lee's ninja pouch left, bracketed Gaara's hips and a bandaged hand gripped his cock, pulled back the foreskin, and guided it to something warm and wet.
The moment the head of his penis felt that familiar tickle of maddening heat, Gaara's hands gripped Lee's hips, ready to tug. Once Lee had him in the right position, he sank down.
Their groans harmonized, and relief came off of them in waves, like steam over a pot of boiling water.
Lee took a second, just one, to be grateful for the moment. With his husband underneath him and a gorgeous, thick cock inside him - he felt very lucky.
Then he started to ride.
Gaara's breath was knocked out of him almost immediately. He couldn't recall sex ever feeling this good before. It seemed like more than just the reprieve from their horrible frustration. Lee felt... wetter, warmer - tighter. It was a new sensation with their most intimate skin rubbing so close and stimulating nerve endings Gaara wasn't sure had ever been savored before.
He felt Lee come again after a few minutes of his enthusiastic movement, but the rhythm barely faltered.
Lee could come as many times as he pleased. This was the result of the beautiful marriage of his body and his own determination.
Gaara smiled weakly up at him as he felt the uncontrollable pulsing around his cock and watched Lee's head tilt back as his high-pitched voice let out a soprano's breathy whine.
Realistically, they couldn't take more than half an hour. Not that Gaara was trying to delay his orgasm. Frankly, he was astounded to the point of proud that he hadn't released when Lee's other inner gates were clenching so tightly with orgasmic strength. But now his body begged him to rock his own hips back up into his husband.
They moved together, fingertips leaving red impressions where they were gripping hips and shoulders, and when Gaara knew he was seconds away from bliss, he forced his eyes open and looked for Lee's.
Pale blue met onyx and they watched each other come, fighting with everything inside themselves not to retreat to the cozy peaceful world behind their lids so they could share this moment.
When they'd ridden out the last of it, and each let out a final sigh, Lee unseated himself from his throne, paying no mind to the mess that followed, and lied down on Gaara's chest.
He didn't press their lips together right away, but gently brushed some of Gaara's hair behind his ear instead.
"I love you," he whispered.
Gaara lifted his hand to return the gesture, but kept his fingers lost in silky black locks, before breathing back, "I love you, Lee," and then pulled his lover's head down.
They were too out of breath to make proper use of their tongues, but between gasps for air their lips massaged each other.
It broke their hearts to rise and dress. Lee had to pull a new set of tights out of his pack, since his eager husband had made cleaning rags of the one he'd worn into the room, and Gaara watched him put it on with a heavy heart.
He hated being away from Lee, and another six weeks sounded unbearable - but this afternoon had helped.
They went back to the tea shop with their fingers laced just as tightly as they'd been on their departure.
Gaara was certain Lee had bruised one of his ribs when they hugged each other goodbye, but he didn't mind. He'd think of it as a parting gift, and be reminded of Lee's love for him every time he took a deep breath.
Their goodbye kiss left them both with stinging eyes, each trying so hard to be strong for the other.
Temari and Kankuro each clasped a comforting hand on their little brother's shoulders after the green of Lee's jumpsuit disappeared from view, and Kankuro offered sage wisdom.
"At least you had sex, right?"
Gaara continued to stare at the spot where he'd seen viridian tights disappear into foliage long after they were gone.
When his siblings finished their lunch, they wrapped up the food Gaara had left untouched on his plate, and wordlessly guided him out of the shop.
It wasn't until that evening, when the three siblings tucked themselves into bed and Gaara wrapped his arms around himself to mimic the affection he preferred to receive from his lover at bedtime, that he realized what it was that had made their sex feel so amazing.
They hadn't used a condom.
There was no way to get a message to Lee, Gaara didn't even know where he was, so he could only hope that Lee would also realize what they had done and take whatever action was needed.
But that night Gaara dreamed of a little boy with dark hair and his eyes, and in the morning, he hoped Lee had seen the same thing.
Six weeks later, when they were finally reunited, Lee was glowing.
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A/N: Thank you for reading! ^^
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