Need.
"I want you, Sasuke."
Maybe he shouldn't have let Yukimura have that victory sake to drink.
"Danna, calm down. We'll be home tomorrow."
But Yukimura is in his lap and so close. He's warm, burning up. There are soldiers in the tents around them.
"I want you now."
Yukimura is impossibly close, impossibly hot, impossibly drunk after one a few drinks. Sasuke tries to ignore the shiver that runs down his spine when he speaks and he fists his hands in Yukimura's robes. Yukimura wasn't himself he said but when Yukimura rolled his hips so that Sasuke could feel that he was already hard, the shinobi groaned.
"Danna," he ground out to scold him but his hips shifted up all the same, craving the friction. Yukimura thrust against him again, learning in to cling to Sasuke even tighter if possible. His ass ground against Sasuke's now hardening cock and Yukimura's own cock was pressed tightly between the two men's stomachs.
Sasuke wanted to protest more but Yukimura continued to grind against him and he felt both of their cocks twitch. Sasuke let his head fall back. He simply grabbed Yukimura's ass to hold him close as the young drunk thrust up against Sasuke's stomach.
Their new robes would be soiled after this but Sasuke couldn't find it in him to complain anymore with Yukimura humping him.