Deidara didn't realize this hill would be so steep, he has to practically crawl on all fours to climb the top with Sasori. Jeez, how is Sasori so nimble hm? He ponders to himself as he watches the redhead scale up the hill dexterously. No wonder no one ever finds him here, the place isn't exactly easy to get to.
By the time Deidara finally catches up with Sasori, he's out of breath and feeling self-conscious about himself. Is he really that out of shape? And worse, does he smell sweaty now? Deidara lays down in the grass, feeling humiliated. So much for being seduced, there's no way Sasori's going to want to touch a sweaty, out of shape freshman heaving for his breath at the top of this blasted hill.
But Sasori merely chuckles at him, "I've had a lot of practice climbing up this hill. I forgot how tricky it was the first time, sorry Deidara."
"Hm," Deidara says, still breathing hard. He then asks, "How the hell did you find this place? And what on earth compelled you to climb it?"
Sasori laughs again and lays next to Deidara, and Deidara is very aware of how close Sasori is. He can smell him, feel the brush of his fingers against his own; Sasori is so close he can nearly taste him. An involuntary shudder runs up his spine.
"I was feeling a little down once, so I went for a walk to clear my mind. I saw this hill and thought it looked nice, so I tried to climb it. Once I started, I realized how tricky it was, but I kept going…I guess I wanted to feel accomplished. Reaching the top made me feel a lot better," Sasori explains. Deidara watches Sasori's expression, noting his dreamy gaze and his wistful smile. He looks calm, completely at ease. It's a look that Deidara has not seen on Sasori before now, and he likes it very much.
His fingers crawl over to Sasori's, silently asking to hold his hand. Sasori complies, their fingers lacing together like pieces of a puzzle. "Why were you feeling down that day?" Deidara asks tentatively. He can gradually feel Sasori opening up to him, placing his trust in him. He wants to uncover another layer of the man beside him.
Sasori turns his head and gives Deidara a sad smile, "I was feeling lonely." It's an honest reply, one that comes from deep within Sasori. Deidara knows this, and truly feels for him.
"You don't have to feel lonely anymore, un," Deidara says, letting his head rest on Sasori's shoulder. Sasori welcomes Deidara's presence, gently patting Deidara's head and weaving his fingers through his blonde hair.
Deidara finally understands why this hill is so important to Sasori, it is truly lovely up here. He can see more stars in the sky than usual, and it's quiet, much quieter than the city or on campus. He listens to Sasori's even breaths for a while, and then squeezes Sasori's hand and nudges his body closer to the redhead.
Then Deidara decides to do something a little more daring, as his body is once again longing to connect with Sasori, to hold him, kiss him, and lavish him with pleasure. He wraps one leg over Sasori's waist, and then props his shoulder up in the grass, head resting in his hand so he can get a better view of his Danna. The fingers of his other hand start teasing Sasori, dancing around his chest and then stroking his chin and lips. Sasori is stunned silent, totally still with trepidation. But Deidara can feel Sasori's quickened pulse and can see the desire in his eyes. Sasori wants this just as bad as he does.
"I'm here to keep you company," Deidara whispers before leaning down over Sasori's face. His lips brush over Sasori's, barely touching, taunting him.
Sasori finally snaps out of his frozen state, and moves so quickly he takes Deidara's breath away. He wraps both arms around Deidara in one swift movement and pushes Deidara's head down, mashing their lips together. Deidara closes his eyes as he kisses Sasori, his soft, cushiony lips parting beneath his. He tastes gorgeous, like honey, and Deidara wants to drink forever. His tongue is wet and silky as it tentatively brushes against Deidara's.
Sasori's hands are both full of Deidara's hair, messing up his careful preparation. He doesn't care though, because he can hear these tiny little moans escaping from Sasori's lips, and he can feel Sasori breathing him in and tasting him fervently. Deidara pushes his body into Sasori's, their legs molding together and their lips crushing, deepening their kiss. He could kiss Sasori for eternity, if it was possible.
A tight noise of want emits from Sasori's throat and Deidara feels his member get stiffer, desperately needing a release. Sasori then swings his body forward, still holding Deidara like a doll, and lays him down gently on the grass so that Deidara is now on the bottom and Sasori is on top of him. "Perfect," Sasori croons, looking down at Deidara with adoring eyes. Deidara blushes under Sasori's intense stare.
Sasori swipes his thumb over Deidara's slightly parted lips and then traces down Deidara's chest, not stopping until he reaches Deidara's belt. Deidara gulps, and he wants nothing more than for Sasori to devour him. To let loose. To ravage him.
But Sasori is taking his time, toying him. His fingers smooth over the growing bulge in Deidara's pants, up and down the entire length as he stares longingly into Deidara's eyes. His dark chocolate eyes are piercing into Deidara's, looking deep into his soul and examining all his wants and desires. Deidara is sure that Sasori knows what he wants, and he knows what he's doing, teasing him like this.
Deidara squirms his body under the redhead as Sasori continues to stroke him over his pants. Deidara's skin is hot, nearly feverish with lust. "D-Danna," he moans, never breaking eye contact. He wants Sasori to see the pure lust in his eyes, to know how much he wants his Danna.
Deidara bucks up towards Sasori, letting out a tiny whimper. Sasori places his other hand around Deidara's neck, his thumb mindlessly tracing circles over Deidara's cheek. "You are so hot and bothered brat," he says playfully.
"Danna," Deidara says again. "Please."
Sasori's fingers are now unbuckling Deidara's belt, and unzipping his pants. Deidara notices the slight trembling of the redhead's fingers as he slides Deidara's pants to his ankles. "S-Sasori. Have you done this before?"
Sasori shakes his head, but there's a look of determination in his eyes. He's ready for this. He wants to do this. But he mirrors Deidara's question back to him, "You?"
"No, un," Deidara admits, feeling a little small under Sasori's overbearing presence. Sasori seems to already know what he's doing, even though this is new for him too.
Deidara's erection is standing tall, the only thing covering it now is the thin fabric of his boxers. Sasori looks down at it and grabs it gently. "Is this okay?" he asks. Deidara nods, another moan escaping his lips. He isn't sure how long he can last, but he wants Sasori to touch him, everywhere. "Tell me if I do anything you don't like. I'll stop if you say so," Sasori says as he gently rubs his thumb over the tip that's poking out of the slit in Deidara's boxers.
"I doubt you could do anything I don't like un," Deidara says, nearly gasping as Sasori slowly pulls his boxers down to his ankles. The cool breeze tickles Deidara a little, but Sasori's hands fix that as they wrap around Deidara's length, moving up and down.
"Oh, mmm," Deidara moans again, unable to hide what Sasori's doing to him. Sasori's hands are so large and warm against him, he can barely breathe.
Stars cloud his vision and he arches his head back, gripped with pure pleasure when Sasori's tongue slides out to taste him. It's good, so good. Deidara groans loudly as Sasori licks up his entire length, wet and warm. It's ecstasy, pure perfection. Then Sasori wraps his mouth over Deidara's cock, taking him in slowly, deliberately. Deidara gasps as his nerves threaten to shatter him.
Everything inside Deidara tightens, he's a bomb that could go off any second. His hips buck up into Sasori's mouth, the feeling is nearly unbearable. Sasori's mouth is so tight, and warm and Deidara can feel his slick tongue working wonders on him. Sasori sucks up and down and hollows his cheeks out, and the pressure builds inside Deidara. He's close, about to burst.
Deidara clenches Sasori's red hair, moaning and pleading. "D-Danna!"
Sasori stops for a moment, holding Deidara's twitching member in his hand and looking at him with dilated eyes. "Tell me how much you want this brat," Sasori purrs, toying with the blonde again, his thumb circling his wet tip. Pre-cum dribbles out and Sasori tastes it with the tip of his tongue, barely touching, teasing Deidara more.
"So-so much hm! Danna please!" Deidara can barely stand it.
"I'll drink you up," Sasori says, his perfect lips wrapping back around Deidara's cock. The complete seduction in Sasori's voice drives Deidara mad. He's never seen the redhead this wild and desperate before, and Deidara loves it. He grips Sasori's hair as Sasori takes him in, deeply and completely.
"Ah! D-Danna!" Deidara is yelling now, a wave of tingling sensations washing over his body. He is sensitive beyond belief now, about to lose his mind.
Deidara's thighs start to shake, his hips buck up once more and then he's thrown over the edge as Sasori groans into him. The vibrations and the sweet wetness of Sasori's mouth send Deidara's head spinning and he's finally lost it. The orgasm slams into Deidara like nothing he's ever experienced before, and he's writhing on the ground, spilling everything into Sasori's mouth, a stifled scream escaping his lips. True to his word, Sasori swallows it all, drinks him until he's got nothing left.
Sasori slowly pulls his head up, and then wipes his chin with the back of his hand. He looks so hot, with his red hair disheveled and that deep, glazed look of lust in his eyes. His lips are red and swollen from sucking so hard on Deidara. Deidara feels totally breathless; just looking at Sasori like this drains all the air from his lungs.
Sasori leans over Deidara's body, touching their foreheads together. "That was so hot," Sasori whispers. Deidara can smell himself on Sasori's breath, and goose-bumps erupt over his entire body. He can feel Sasori's erection prodding into him between his legs.
Deidara looks down and reaches his hand to touch over Sasori's jeans. "Let me repay the favor, un," Deidara says, still breathless. He curves his hand under Sasori's crotch, feeling his erection, and hears a pleasant throaty moan emit from within Sasori. Deidara wants to hear more.
Sasori crawls up over Deidara, stopping when his throbbing bulge is right above Deidara's face. Deidara quickly unzips Sasori's jeans and pulls them down, along with his underwear. The sight that greets him is beautiful. Sasori's cock is fully erect, the tip glistening with pre-cum, tiny red curly hairs framing his balls. Deidara giggles a little, of course Sasori's pubes are red- he shouldn't have expected anything different!
"What?" Sasori asks from on top of him, cheeks flaming.
"I'm excited," Deidara purrs, "You're just so…massive." That shuts Sasori up. Deidara wraps his lips over the tip, a sense of nervous wonder bubbling inside him. But he doesn't need to be worried, Sasori tastes good, and the groan that bursts from his lips makes it all worth it. Deidara pushes his tongue out, circling it around Sasori's tight cock and licking up all of the pre-cum. Sasori is already so hard, so turned on just from pleasing Deidara.
Deidara ceases his teasing and slides his mouth over Sasori completely, taking him deep into his throat. The feeling is a little strange, being Deidara's first time. He can feel Sasori's cock pulsing in his mouth, begging for a release. He tightens his lips, gripping the base with one hand and working his way up and down over Sasori. Sasori groans again and rocks his hips forward, pushing himself deeper into Deidara's mouth.
Deidara slides his lips to the end, then strokes along the underside of Sasori's shaft with his tongue. He feels how hot Sasori's skin is, his tongue glides over every vein and rock-hard ridge. Sasori groans again, more animalistic and guttural this time. Deidara has him practically melting at his fingertips. Sasori's thighs are squeezing, and he is panting fast, arms quaking as he holds himself up over Deidara.
Deidara arches his head up so he can look at Sasori. Their eyes meet in a current of lust and primal desire until Deidara puts Sasori in his mouth again, consuming him inch by inch. Sasori slowly succumbs, shaking harder and groaning louder. "Oh shit Deidara. Shit," Sasori cries. His words are intoxicating, and Deidara feels empowered knowing that he has this much control over Sasori. Deidara wants to see Sasori surrender completely.
Sasori's legs stiffen and his body becomes strained, the tension building inside him. He grasps at the grass, totally at Deidara's mercy. Deidara moves his mouth faster, sucking his cheeks tighter around Sasori's length. He decides to test the waters, and reaches his hand up to find Sasori's balls. He cusps them and then tugs lightly. "Fuck!" Sasori yells, "I'm coming!"
Deidara's lips curl into a smile over Sasori's cock. Every muscle in Sasori's body stills as the orgasm hits him. He's panting, rough and ragged, and his cum is shooting into the back of Deidara's throat. It's warm and salty as Deidara swallows it all; Sasori has no problems ingesting him, and Deidara wants to be all in too. He sucks him dry, until Sasori is boneless.
"Oh. Oh fuck Deidara," Sasori rasps, still leaning over him. His arms finally cave in and he topples over Deidara, quickly scooting his body down so they are nose to nose again.
Deidara looks at Sasori, at the man he just pushed over the edge. His eyes are sated, his hair is matted with sweat, sticking against his forehead, and he looks beautiful. He is still gasping for air, it seems that orgasm sent him to the moon and back. Deidara smiles proudly.
"It was good, un?" Deidara asks innocently, already knowing the answer. He wants to hear Sasori say it. He wants Sasori to beg him for more.
"Yes. So fucking good. Damn," Sasori admits before kissing the bridge of Deidara's nose. He then presses his nose against Deidara's, their lips brushing, only a hair's breadth away.
And then they are kissing again, this time softer and gentler than before. Sasori takes his time with planting sweet kisses over Deidara, on his forehead, cheeks, and then back to his lips. He parts and looks down at Deidara, tucking a blonde strand behind Deidara's ear. "You are amazing," Sasori tells him. Deidara's insides squirm with something he hasn't felt before, a strange new emotion. He's immensely happy, feeling like a million bucks at Sasori's words.
"You're pretty amazing yourself, un," Deidara says, tilting forward to capture Sasori's lips in another kiss.
"And here I was trying not to do anything dirty with you…but you're too damn sexy for your own good brat. I had wanted to take things slow," Sasori says.
Deidara chuckles, "I don't take any offense, hm. I'm happy we did that."
"Me too. I was having a hard time with my self control around you," Sasori admits.
Deidara smiles, "Really? How long have you wanted to do that hm?" Deidara wants to know how long Sasori's been holding back, holding in that animal.
"Since the moment I saw you at our party," Sasori says. "You were such a tease."
"Wow," Deidara says, "I guess you have it bad for me, huh?" He's smirking at Sasori now, feeling emboldened that he has this affect on his Danna.
"Hmm, I guess," Sasori replies jokingly. He turns his face to look up at the stars again and Deidara follow suit, noting how many of them light up the sky tonight.
"It's beautiful up here," Deidara breathes. His pants are still by his ankles, so he bends over to scoop them back up over his exposed crotch. Sasori eyes him as he does this, a look of longing on his face. "What?" Deidara asks.
"I was hoping you would stay naked. Well, half-naked. I like looking at you like this," Sasori admits frankly. Deidara's skin grows warm with a deep blush, and he's rendered speechless. Sasori says the most unexpected things sometimes!
But Sasori merely chuckles and pulls up his own pants, and Deidara now understands a little how Sasori feels. A twinge of disappointment resides inside him as Sasori zips his pants up. He wonders when he will see Sasori naked again. He only got a taste today, only half of the prize. Now that he knows what it's like, he wants more.
"It's pretty late, I should probably get you home soon," Sasori says, looking at the time on his phone.
"No un," Deidara protests. He wants to lay in Sasori's arms forever.
Sasori laughs deeply in his chest, "What a brat," he teases. Deidara pouts, but knows that Sasori is only joking with him. He doesn't say anything, refusing to give Sasori more fire.
They lay in comfortable silence for a few minutes, before they decide that they really should get back. Sasori helps Deidara walk down the hill, although the trip down is much easier than the trek up. Deidara chats non-stop with Sasori on the car ride home, eager to share all his thoughts and dreams with this wonderful man.
They pull up to Deidara's dorm building, and his heart drops. Again, he doesn't want to leave Sasori. He turns to look at the redhead with big puppy-dog eyes. Sasori smiles sweetly at him, "It was a lovely evening. I'm glad I took you out. Even if you do have a ridiculous view of art."
"Hey," Deidara protests, "my view on art is not ridiculous." He narrows his eyes at Sasori, not wanting to leave his car after a petty argument. But Sasori is still smiling, seeming to enjoy watching Deidara get angry. So Deidara relaxes his shoulders, dropping the matter, and says, "I had fun too un. Thank you so much for taking me out." He bites his lip, not sure if he should ask his next question.
"What is it?" Sasori asks him, clearly aware that Deidara has something else on his mind.
"Um…when can I see you again un?" He's afraid that this is an isolated event, that Sasori is merely using him to gain experience and ease into the vast gay community. But Sasori wouldn't do that, would he?
"Tomorrow?" Sasori asks him back. Deidara is elated, his smile shines bright.
"Yes un!"
"Then tomorrow it is. We can commence our second date. I'll text you in the morning," Sasori assures him, voice smooth and comforting. Deidara feels his heart melting into a puddle, he's falling fast over this man. He kisses Sasori on the lips and then makes his goodbye, waving at Sasori like an excited child before Sasori finally drives off into the night.