Naruto
stood in front of Sasuke, watching the boy watch him. The whiskers on
the blonde's cheeks seemed slightly deeper then normal, but none of
the Kyuubi's chakra was sensed, and besides, Sasuke had long
connected the darkening of the whisker marks to arousal of the owner.
Sasuke took a step forwards and grabbed Naruto's shirt near the
collar, one hand pinning the man against the wall and another's
fingers twining through the man's hair desperately. The midnight
eyed teen's eyes darkened even more as he allowed himself to be
pushed away and pinned against the opposite wall. Naruto was
dominant, always dominant… occassioanlly the Kyuubi vessel would
try and remain submissive but Sasuke just couldn't get over his
fear of not being good enough.
Naruto slammed his lips down over
Sasuke's, fingers snagging and clutching in soft, dark locks and an
arm bracing, clinging, wrapping around the taller ones waist. Sasuke
easily gave into the force and pleasure sparked by the movement, and
again marvelled at why Naruto stopped, didn't keep going without
permission as he felt a tongue sweep gently but persistently against
his lower lip.
Sasuke opened his mouth and Naruto
dived in, restraints momentarily forgotten as the tongue devoured the
taste of his lover's mouth, mapping out well known crevasses and
playing with the tongue whose mouth he intruded upon. Said tongue
moved and danced with the other, becoming bolder and stronger as time
passed.
Naruto moaned against Sasuke's mouth, and Sasuke's
already shaky knees buckled and he fell against Naruto, making them
both break the kiss. Naruto held Sasuke up, clutching him close as
they both regained their breath; Sasuke gasping as he licked his lips
and tasted Naruto on them.
Naruto held Sasuke up and pressed his
lips against Sasuke's again, directing them both towards the bed
that lay in the corner of the room. Keeping the kiss innocent and
light was Naruto's best bet, with Sasuke so submissive and
accepting. Sometimes the raven haired boy would fight back, take a
stance, and it would be harder to determine between dominant and
submissive. But sometimes, like now, Sasuke just took it, and lay
still.
Pushing Sasuke on top of the covers, Naruto clambered one after, mouth never leaving mouth. Naruto set himself down over Sasuke, both still fully clothed and felt Sasuke gasp and arch slightly as Naruto dropped his weight onto him, the kiss driving forward with a force that would leave bruises and marks.
Naruto
broke the kiss and tugged at Sasuke's top, catching sight of
flushed cheeks and mussed hair. They held eye contact for a moment,
Naruto reassuring Sasuke and slowing for a moment, just to take the
time to assure Sasuke of everything and anything.
Naruto pulled
off Sasuke's top quickly, letting his hands trail softly down his
partner's sides after the top had been tossed to one side. The skin
was soft and pale, unmarred and muscled, saved for the healing
bruises and marks left by the blonde on previous nights.
Naruto's
hands were on the hem of his own shirt when he felt trembling hands
cover his own and wait. Naruto looked up and saw the nervousness in
those eyes and the pleading, too. Naruto smiled and let Sasuke pull
nervously at the orange top. He had to learn, and it was a good sign.
Naruto helped Sasuke as best he could, and allowed Sasuke to just
look at the exposed chest. A pale and still trembling hand pressed
itself against the spot on the blonde's chest where the heart is,
beating strong and sure and for him.
Then he leans
his head against the tanned shoulder, nuzzling the neck, hand still
over his heart. He kisses the neck, softly and tenderly, unsure but
following instinct as he went. A soft moan and shudder reassured him
it was appreciated. Kissing the tones, tanned skin again, he notices
the seal on his lover's stomach, the swirls and patterns that lay
proof to the power locked inside.
A soft hand moved down the
skin, coaxing another shudder from Naruto. He knows where Sasuke is
going, saw those dark eyes trained on it. Fingertips reach it, and
Naruto yelps softly, suddenly feeling more exposed and vulnerable
then he should. But Sasuke carries on, stroking and tracing the
patterns with care and soft pressure. He feels Naruto relax, the
juddering reactions softening as blonde hairs on his stomach rise and
there's a soft giggle as the sensitive and ticklish skin is teased
and massaged.
Naruto grinned slyly, watching Sasuke smile.
Suddenly, Naruto pushed Sasuke backwards again and scrambled on top
of him, attacking his lips and neck with kisses and nips. Sasuke
moaned and gasped with each little point of contact, arching his back
and hands clawing at the bed clothes, before finding Naruto and
latching onto his forearms.
Naruto stopped then, pulling Sasuke up into a kitting position, pulling him closer and up against his chest. Sasuke snuggled into the warmth, wrapping his legs around Naruto's waist; head nestled safely under Naruto's chin. They were quiet, and Naruto pressed soft, caring kisses to the top of Sasuke's head, Sasuke himself occasionally pressing a shy, tender kiss to Naruto's exposed chest.
Both were used to just sitting in each others presence, surrounded by warmth and a security only the other could bring.