Naruto fidgeted as he walked through the bookstore. He felt as if his mission were glaringly obvious to everyone who saw him, but he proceeded, undeterred. His last encounter with Sasuke had left what he perceived to be a distinct imbalance in their intimate relationship glaringly obvious, and he could not allow this to go unaddressed.
The orgasm Sasuke had given him was unlike any he'd ever experienced, and he had to figure out not only how to reciprocate, but to outshine.
True bravery in action. You're going to figure out the mechanics of gay sex, Barnes and Nobles customers be damned! You're a real hero, kid.
He'd walked through the sexuality subsection of the self-help department here before, but actually needing information made it feel very different from simply browsing curiously. To the far right, occupying perhaps two linear feet of a 15-foot section of shelving, a handful of books under the heading of "LGBTQ Interests" offered what he supposed he looked for.
Naruto picked up one book; The Whole Lesbian. Not exactly what he needed. It seemed as if lesbian interests were arranged to the left, gay male topics to the right. Do It Like a Porn Star! No, thank you, he thought, he'd build up to that. Maybe later.
The Gayma Sutra. That one sounded vaguely promising, if not acrobatic.
The Doctor-Approved Guide to Gay Sex. That one, he supposed, sounded authoritative. He flipped through the pages, past diagrams of the male pelvis.
Diet? Are you serious, kid? There's a gay diet? And enemas? Hella sexy. Real spontaneous. Oh, ah, yes, just like that, no, wait, I haven't flushed out my colon yet. Please, dear, not tonight, I haven't eaten enough broccoli. Or is it too much broccoli?
Naruto began to sweat. He'd had no idea how many considerations there were to make. There seemed to be an exceptional amount of vocabulary.
Tops, and bottoms, and bears, oh my.
He hadn't considered whether he'd be a top or a bottom; couldn't he be either? When his mind had wondered to fantasies of penetrative sex, he had always imagined taking turns with Sasuke. Truthfully, topping and bottoming each intimidated him for different reasons. He was somewhat scared of being penetrated; he'd only had a doctor's thumb in there, and it hadn't been pleasant. How would it feel to have Sasuke's entire penis inside? He was not exactly small.
Topping was even more nerve-wracking to consider, though. He imagined the potential for discomfort and pain with anal sex, and he didn't want to inflict anything that was even distantly uncomfortable upon Sasuke.
The more information he absorbed, the more he felt like a fish out of water. A very dumb, very clueless fish. How was he supposed to connect to his own "soul," much less Sasuke's, every time? And if he didn't, did that mean he was objectifying Sasuke?
He wondered if he had ever done sex right in the first place, and if his apparent ignorance were remediable. He felt a sudden urge to call Hinata and apologize for 12 years of uninspiring, nonspiritual sex.
A familiar giggle interrupted his reading. In his peripheral vision, he saw two teenage girls standing shoulder to shoulder in the aisle, reading a book that had apparently either titillated or scandalized them—perhaps both. Suddenly conscious of being seen, the girl holding the book raised her head.
"Mr. Uzumaki!" she squealed, whether in shock over being caught looking at sex manuals by her principal or having caught her principal perusing sex manuals.
Naruto hastily shoved the book he was reading behind his back.
"Kumi! Miko! Nice to see you ladies. Uh, how is summer going?" he said awkwardly.
"Fine," Miko murmured. Kumi giggled and looked down.
Be sure to congratulate them on reading over the summer.
"That's great. Just great. Uh, have a good one, see you in September!" Naruto babbled, taking a few steps backwards before darting away.
As he fled, he heard Kumi shriek. "Oh my god! What was Mr. Uzumaki doing here?"
He dropped the intimidating book he was holding at a random table and quickly darted out of the bookstore.
Aborting the mission, so early in the game? Hahahaha. Scaredy cat.
At home, he browsed online. As it had been when he had searched for advice about first dates, the information was contradictory and confusing. He had never known there were so many different types of lube, or so many types of condoms. On a whim, he purchased and downloaded The Joy of Gay Sex. He discovered that he liked the no-nonsense information, as well as the alphabetized table of contents, and he vowed to look to the wild, crazy world of Google for information no longer. It made him feel much less alone in his ignorance to know that others had needed an encyclopedic reference.
It's not like they taught you any of this in what passed for sex-ed, kid, give yourself a break.
He acknowledged this fact. Everything in the sex-ed module of his health class had been incredibly cursory, and incredibly hetero-centric, focused upon prevention of pregnancy and disease. Even that information, he supposed, had been incomplete. Kids had learned, for example, how to roll a condom onto a stationary, somewhat phallic object. Never once, though, had there been any discussion about protecting oneself from disease via cunnilingus; did lesbians not have to worry about STIs?
He was now not only doubting his abilities as a sex partner, but as an educator, as well. How could he be graduating kids into the world who didn't know the basics about their anatomy or how to protect themselves, regardless of their orientation?
As he considered all of this, it struck him that The Joy of Gay Sex was an extraordinary point of reference for people like him. Despite Konoha's more retrogressive peculiarities in regards to human sexuality, he thought of how much worse things had been for kids even a generation prior to his own. He shuddered at how casually homophobia wound through society, and how dangerous it could be for kids who were not straight and cis-gendered. Yet the authors of this book had been providing important advice and information to gay men for decades, information young men would not find in their school books or at home.
He thought about reading through the book with Sasuke. How exciting could it be, reading about sex acts together and deciding what they were both comfortable with? All he'd wanted to know was how to please Sasuke and avoid hurting him, to begin with.
You can't exactly Google that.
Naruto laughed at the thought. He jokingly typed, "How to please Sasuke Uchiha in bed" into the Google search bar.
The first search results froze him where he sat.
Konoha Chief of Police, Wife Killed in Explosion
He clicked on the headline, a heavy weight in his gut.
Konoha Chief of Police, Fugaku Uchiha, 39, and his wife, Mikoto, 38, were killed in an explosion in their home on Leaf Street in the early morning hours of October 9. The cause of the explosion is not currently known, although it is being investigated as a crime. The couple's 8-year-old son, Sasuke Uchiha, was not home at the time of the blast. Fourteen-year-old Itachi Uchiha, the couple's elder son, is missing and presumed endangered.
Tears welled up in Naruto's eyes. He tried to imagine Sasuke at age eight, trying to cope with the deaths of his parents and the disappearance of the brother he loved so much. There were other headlines about Sasuke; reading them felt dirty and unkind. Sasuke had trusted him with some of the most damning aspects of his past. He would not betray that trust by sinking to online investigation. When Sasuke trusted him more, he would tell him what he wanted him to know.
On impulse, he grabbed his phone and tapped out a quick message to the object of his thoughts.
Hey, bastard. Thinking of you. 3
He knew Sasuke wouldn't respond right away; he never did. Naruto suspected that it was because he wanted to let him know that he would communicate in his own time, not at Naruto's bidding like a trained pet. Naruto thought this was particularly adorable, for all that it frustrated him. Sasuke had a balance that he maintained between surrendering to Naruto and taunting him, and Naruto wouldn't have had it any other way. In contrast to Hinata's reliably constant passivity, which had frequently led to Naruto heedlessly hurting her feelings, Sasuke kept Naruto on his toes.
Naruto knew this delicate balance that Sasuke maintained had changed him. Other than his children, he had never felt quite so protective of another person. His general mindlessness had transformed into a growing awareness of Sasuke's complexities, of his vulnerabilities and his strengths, and a respect for each. Increasingly, he was aware that the threats that stimulated his protective instincts the most were inside of Sasuke's own mind.
It didn't matter to Naruto what Sasuke had done to survive a ruthless, deadly world as a youth. It didn't matter to him that his other dealings prior to coming back to Konoha were probably just as ruthless. He saw and respected the strength in Sasuke, but it in no way diminished his desire to find and protect the lonely, hurting child within him.
More and more, he wanted to create a space where Sasuke felt free and comfortable—a space where he could feel treasured.
Naruto put his head in his hands. The emotions that Sasuke elicited from him were intense and sometimes overwhelming. He fought the urge to spoil and coddle Sasuke like a small child. He wanted to surround him with affection, hold him close, tease his deepest desires out of him and fulfill them. If their trip had been any indication, sexual encounters were the only framework in which Sasuke would allow him to fulfill such urges—at least for now.
Hence Naruto's trawling Barnes and Noble, Amazon, and Google for information. He didn't just want to make Sasuke feel good, he wanted to inflict pleasure upon him until he couldn't deny himself anything. He wanted Sasuke to feel safe enough with him to let go of all his inhibitions and express himself freely.
His phone buzzed. He grabbed at it quickly, hoping Sasuke had perhaps deigned to contact him right away, after all.
Hey, hey! How's everybody's favorite principal? Lunch tomorrow?
Disappointed, he tapped out a quick affirmative text to Sakura and lost himself in his thoughts of Sasuke again. In his mind, he turned over their conversations from over the weekend. It hurt him that he obviously thought that his past would color Naruto's opinion of him. It hurt him more that Sasuke felt so alone and unworthy. He was at a loss for how to impress upon him how much he genuinely cared for him.
The buzz of his phone interrupted his thoughts. His heart sped up when he recognized Sasuke's number.
Come over.
Naruto's hands shook as he read Sasuke's text.
When? He typed. The answer came almost immediately.
Now.
Everything OK?
It will be if you'll just get over here.
Naruto swallowed hard.
You did tell him that wanting kisses was a perfectly legitimate reason to call.
Yes. Yes, he had. He grinned as he sped off, mindless of everything else in the world.
He sprinted up the steps to Sasuke's apartment and knocked. He lost his breath when Sasuke opened the door, with his dark blue shirt unbuttoned to his chest, his eyes gleaming and a flush over his high cheekbones.
Naruto's greeting was swallowed by a forceful kiss. Sasuke grabbed him by the shoulders and sucked at his lips, forcing him to open his mouth and accept the intrusion of his tongue as he pulled him into the apartment.
Naruto's senses were inundated by Sasuke. The scent of his soap mingled with undertones of his own, personal musk; The taste of mint as well as the clean, pure taste specific to Sasuke; the heat of his body radiating into Naruto.
Sasuke's aggression only intensified as the door closed behind them. His kisses became almost painful, sharp bites soothed over by gentle pecks and licks. He tore at Naruto's clothes, divesting him of his shirt as Naruto struggled to keep up with him.
Sasuke pulled away from their kiss with a sharp slurp, transferring his attention to Naruto's neck. He bit and sucked down his throat, pausing to gently salve the abused skin with his tongue.
Naruto's libido surged under Sasuke's attention. He had never imagined himself as an aggressive lover, but as Sasuke's hands and lips and teeth sought his flesh, he responded with primal intensity. His hands roamed over Sasuke's back, coming to rest on his firm ass. Without thinking, Naruto gripped him tightly and lifted him up.
Sasuke wrapped his legs around Naruto's waist, bringing their throbbing cocks in line with each other. Naruto hungrily sucked at Sasuke's tongue as he pushed him against the wall, and they frotted against each other impatiently. Naruto moaned as Sasuke's hands tugged sharply at his hair.
Hefting Sasuke up, Naruto walked the two of them to the bedroom. He threw him onto the bed on his back. Sasuke lay and looked at him through lust-clouded eyes, his breath ragged. Staring down at him, Naruto was filled with a need to possess him completely.
Naruto worked at the buttons on Sasuke's shirt. "Take it off," he ordered. "Take it all off."
Desire flared in Sasuke's eyes as he obeyed. Naruto slid his own pants and boxers off and stroked himself as he watched Sasuke strip for him.
When Sasuke had peeled the last of his clothes away, he lay back expectantly. Naruto's eyes roved over his face, taking in the chiseled features and the kiss-swollen lips. His breath hitched at the sight of Sasuke's muscular body laid out, just for him. His inky hair splayed out on the pillow, erotically disarrayed, his eyes glazed with arousal. His gaze traveled possessively over the broad shoulders, the well-defined pecs, the dusky, perfectly-formed nipples standing out against the alabaster skin, the ripple of his abs, the taper of his waist…
His erect cock, pink and dripping deliciously.
"So fucking gorgeous," he said huskily. He laughed throatily at the gasp Sasuke made in response to his praise. He spread the dark-haired man's legs and lay against him.
They both moaned as their hard, dripping cocks came into contact.
He caught Sasuke's lower lip between his, biting and sucking as Sasuke writhed beneath him. He then placed wet kisses along his jaw; Sasuke moaned as he nuzzled against his ear. "You're the most perfect thing I've ever seen," he whispered, then gently sucked and bit at his earlobe.
Sasuke, inflamed by Naruto's words, strained against him, demanding more. Naruto felt as if a demon had possessed him, urging him to take control of Sasuke and bend him to his desires. The man's wanton response to Naruto's presence, his pleasure at Naruto's praise, stoked up an unfamiliar need within Naruto to dominate, to shelter, to worship.
He raked his fingernails along Sasuke's arms as he bit at the ivory skin of Sasuke's neck. He then wrapped his fingers around Sasuke's wrists and sucked at the hollow of his throat. When he pinned his wrists above his head, Sasuke gasped and ground against him. Naruto chuckled and pulled back to drink in the sight of his eager lover spread at his mercy.
"Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?" Naruto whispered.
Sasuke's eyes closed and he lifted his hips, grinding his cock against Naruto's. Naruto pressed harder against his wrists, but brought one hand down to explore Sasuke's chest. He loved the way his nipples crowned the well-defined pecs, perfectly round and compact, dark against the pallor of his skin. He traced the perimeter of his areola with the tip his tongue, beguiled by Sasuke's moans of pleasure. He then swept his tongue across the entire nub.
The sensitive flesh hardened beneath his tongue, and Sasuke gasped. Naruto closed his lips around the responsive little nub and suckled greedily as his length pressed against Sasuke's. He had always been careful with Sasuke, fearful of causing him pain or discomfort. But he gripped the aroused bud between his teeth and bit somewhat sharply, tugging at the same time.
"Aahhh!" Sasuke cried out. Despite his wrists being restrained, he twisted wildly beneath Naruto and came up off the bed.
Naruto grinned. A wave of predatory satisfaction coursed through him as Sasuke reacted. He released the dusky nipple from his mouth in order to worship its twin. To his great delight, Sasuke cried out even more as he suckled. Sasuke's nipples felt amazing against his tongue, between his teeth. He could have teased him endlessly this way.
Nevertheless, he pulled away, nipping at the skin down Sasuke's torso. He nuzzled into the taut flesh over his hipbone before sucking and biting and kissing.
As he buried his face between Sasuke's thighs, he inhaled deeply, amazed at how intensely Sasuke's scent aroused him. Distinctly masculine, the tang of arousal blending with Sasuke's usual scent, it went straight to Naruto's cock. He greedily sucked at the head of Sasuke's dick, slurping up the pre-come that drizzled steadily. Sasuke groaned and wriggled in response. Naruto released the organ from his lips to lick up and down the length. He savored the texture, like silk over steel, as he sucked the underside from base to tip. He swirled his tongue around the frenulum, then sucked the head back in teasingly.
Sasuke pulled at his hair as he bobbed his head, taking more of the cock he adored into his mouth with each downward movement. An involuntary thrust of Sasuke's hips catalyzed his gag reflex, but Naruto relaxed his throat and swallowed, taking the hard length as far down his throat as he could.
His fingers dug into the flesh and muscle of Sasuke's ass as he moved his head, focusing on taking the entirety of his length down his throat with each thrust. He punctuated each recoil of Sasuke's hips with a suck and a swirl of his tongue.
Recalling the mind-bending orgasm Sasuke had given him over the weekend, he sucked one finger into his mouth alongside Sasuke's cock. He trailed it over the seam of his ball sac, then along the taut, sensitive skin of his perineum, searching for the place that Sasuke had so deftly exploited for him. Sasuke cursed softly and bucked his hips harder, choking Naruto but also making him chuckle triumphantly.
He concentrated his attentions on delicately touching Sasuke as he slurped at the head of his cock, moving his fingers in spirals until he found the one spot that made Sasuke moan. He then relaxed his throat and swallowed, taking Sasuke's cock deeper than he had ever done, while pressing gently against the bundle of nerves he had just found.
The reaction was instantaneous. Sasuke shuddered violently. He cried out inarticulately and thrust wildly, causing Naruto's eyes to water as he drooled around Sasuke's cock. The response caused his own dick to throb with want; he ground against the sheets unconsciously as he continued to stimulate Sasuke.
Sasuke's fingers bent into fists in Naruto's hair. Naruto sucked hungrily, struggling to keep pace with Sasuke's pistoning hips. He intensified the pressure on Sasuke's flesh with his fingertips, using his thumb to stroke the seam of his balls.
"Anhhhh. Nhh, Na… Fuck!" Sasuke literally screamed as he came. The downstairs neighbors apparently did not particularly care for the noise; they banged against the floor angrily.
Naruto drank him down, smirking a bit at his accomplishment. Sasuke shuddered, splayed boneless across the bed, a film of sweat covering him and plastering his bangs to his face as he struggled to regain his breath.
"Come here," he ordered huskily. Naruto grinned and complied.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing, Naruto?" he chided sleepily.
Naruto startled. "Hm? What? What did I do wrong?"
"I called you over so I could make you come, not so you could blow me into oblivion," Sasuke mumbled irritably.
Naruto laughed. "Then I guess you should have specified in your text?"
Sasuke elbowed him, but there was no force behind it. "Why do you always do this?"
Naruto was genuinely perplexed. "Do what? You said, 'come over.' I asked when, and you said, 'now.' So I came prepared to please."
"Pleasing you pleases me," Sasuke said petulantly. He opened his eyes and turned his head towards Naruto, attempting to glare at him, but it was completely undercut by his tone of voice and by the haze of satisfaction that still surrounded him.
"Hey, to the victor, the spoils," Naruto pronounced, laughing at Sasuke's irritation. "I'm gonna try and please you first each and every time, so you had better be prepared to beat my ass if you don't want me throwing you down and blowing your mind."
"I could," Sasuke snipped.
"Could what?"
"Beat your ass."
Naruto laughed. "I have no doubt. But you weren't fighting it, princess, so you'd better represent next time or it'll happen again."
Sasuke slapped him, hard, on the arm.
"Ow! That wasn't nice!"
"Don't call me princess," Sasuke said sharply.
"OK, fine. You're a queen. Is that better? Did you think I'd demoted or dethroned you or something?" Naruto teased. "Please forgive me, Queen Sasuke, Your Majesty."
Sasuke hit him again, with more force this time. "Quit, Naruto," he warned. Clearly, the euphoria was wearing off. Naruto was still amused at himself, though, and he had no intention of quitting.
"Maybe you prefer a more informal title. How about 'Queenie?'" He punctuated his verbal jab with a feathery graze of Sasuke's inner thigh, a spot Naruto knew to be slightly ticklish.
"That's it. I warned you, idiot," Sasuke growled. Before Naruto could say anything else, Sasuke had grabbed his wrists and immobilized his arms.
Naruto's face heated as he realized just how strong Sasuke was; he was certain that he was not using his full strength to pin him. He grinned, hooking one leg behind Sasuke's knees and using them to pull him close.
Sasuke's eyes went round, clearly not expecting Naruto to possess so much lower body strength or to use it against him. He smirked as Naruto wrapped both legs around him, forcing Sasuke to lie almost completely flush against him.
The two men stared at each other, grinning and wordlessly goading each other in some kind of adolescent test of fortitude. Just as Naruto wriggled against Sasuke, bringing their pelves together enticingly, Sasuke apparently decided that he would show Naruto that he didn't need to release his arms or his legs to throw him around. Engaging his core muscles and using one hip for leverage (causing Naruto to emit a painful shriek), he rolled the two of them over so that Naruto was now on top of him. Sasuke, of course, still held his wrists.
For Naruto, nothing had ever been so exciting and ridiculous and erotic all at once—which said quite a lot, he was aware. He found himself rolling about with Sasuke on the bed, grappling for dominance as if they were scrapping on a school ground.
"Ya know, you don't have to throw me around to make your point," he gasped. Sasuke's forearm rested against Naruto's neck; he didn't lean into it, but Naruto could feel the strength radiating off of him.
"Tch." Sasuke stared down at him, his little phantom-smile replaced with a full, slightly evil grin. Naruto resolved then and there to force Sasuke to make this face more often; it was causing his dick to spring uncomfortably to life.
Naruto grinned back, just as evilly, his inner Kurama cackling maniacally as he pinched Sasuke's bicep hard.
Sasuke grunted and released his throat. Seizing his opportunity, Naruto knocked him off and rolled him onto his back.
"Impressive, Queen Uchiha," he said, laughing, as he stared down into Sasuke's eyes. He lowered his face and kissed the parted lips gently.
Sasuke kicked him in the lower back with his heel.
"Ow, goddamn, OK, I won't call you 'Queen Uchiha' anymore!" he conceded.
"Nor 'queenie,'" Sasuke specified, pinching his underarm.
"OK! OK! I won't call you 'queenie,' either!" Naruto groaned.
"Nor 'Queen Sasuke.'" Sasuke slapped his ass.
"I'll call you 'Queen Sasuke' all damn day if you do that," Naruto warned. Sasuke grinned again, and as much as Naruto liked seeing him smile, he couldn't deny that the expression gave him shivers.
Sasuke brought his hand down sharply on Naruto's ass. "Ouch! That actually hurt, bastard!" he cried out histrionically. It had certainly stung; but it had been surprisingly… exciting too.
Sasuke just chuckled as Naruto sat up and pulled him face down over his legs.
"How would you like it if I spanked you, Sasuke?" he demanded. He wasn't serious, any more than he had been about the pain from Sasuke's last swat.
Sasuke, though, was suddenly very still beneath him.
Naruto ran his hands appreciatively over Sasuke's firm, round bottom. He playfully swatted one cheek, then the other, watching as the skin reddened slightly beneath his palms. He was not prepared to feel Sasuke's penis spring to life against his thigh.
"Sasuke..." he murmured, surprised. "Did you… did you like that?"
Sasuke mumbled something inarticulate; probably "idiot" or "moron," or some similarly loving epithet. Naruto noticed that his cheeks were red and felt a stab of shame.
"It's OK, Sasuke, I just never… I never spanked someone before," Naruto apologized.
Sasuke growled and tensed up. Before Naruto knew what was happening, Sasuke had raised himself up onto his knees and pushed Naruto backwards onto the mattress. "You are such a moron," he said.
For the first time since they'd known each other, the epithet stung. Naruto looked into Sasuke's eyes, though, and realized that he felt just as awkward and self-conscious as he, himself did. It was Sasuke, now, who commandeered Naruto's lips, teasing them with his tongue until they opened for him.
Naruto wrapped his arms around Sasuke affectionately as he responded to the kiss. He closed his eyes tightly and silently wished for him and Sasuke to have years together to map out these new territories they'd stumbled into together.
Long before Naruto was ready to let him go, Sasuke withdrew from their kiss. He smiled gently—just ever so slightly more pronouncedly than usual—as he looked down at Naruto.
"You have a wonderful body, Naruto," he said quietly.
Naruto nearly gaped. He knew Sasuke appreciated his form. He had not doubted his attraction for a while; still, to hear Sasuke actually vocalize such sentiments was extraordinary. He blushed as Sasuke looked him over.
"Your face is beautiful, too," Sasuke murmured. He caressed Naruto's cheek gently with his fingers. "Your eyes, especially."
Naruto blinked. He rarely nursed insecurities about his looks. He was not unaware of the appreciative glances that people occasionally gave him. He had known, during his marriage, that Hinata had found him attractive. No one, though, had ever said any of these things to his face. He felt the corners of his eyes prickle.
Sasuke gently kissed his jaw, then his cheekbones, then his forehead. Naruto sensed a chasm opening up within him, a chasm he hadn't even known was there. He didn't feel like a grown man anymore. He felt, instead, like a 12-year-old foster kid who'd just found out that he was more than dirt on the shoes of society.
He struggled to breathe as Sasuke continued to anoint him with sweet, soft kisses, at his earlobe, over his neck, over his chest. His breath caught as Sasuke tenderly sucked his nipple, so softly and reverently and in such contrast to the feverish groping that usually characterized their intimacy.
He gulped as Sasuke's fingers ghosted along his sides, his mouth still worshiping Naruto's nipples. When Sasuke reached the tattoo on his stomach, though, he thought he would weep in earnest.
He had known Sasuke was fascinated with the tattoo from their first private moments together; he'd been drawn to it that sweet, frustrating day at the creek. He had never failed to kiss and tease the inked flesh. This time, though, he was so ginger and… Naruto cringed as the word floated through his mind… loving that it made him ache. It was no longer an erotic design, a curiosity; Sasuke knew the meaning of it, now, and he venerated it softly with his lips and tongue.
Naruto had achieved the majority of his life goals. He had the job he'd always wanted. He had the respect of his community, and he had friends. He had begun a family. Yet as Sasuke kissed his belly, he realized that he had never fully felt as if he belonged at that job, or in that community, or at the head of that family. Deep down, he still recognized himself, not as an accomplished man, but as a demonic child whose anger was only exceeded by his loneliness.
He felt that Sasuke was telling him that he was not alone. They had recognized each other's pain. They could be lost children together. They could be clumsy, hurt, angry, and outside of it all together.
Is this what it feels like to belong?
His inner demon was even confused and disarmed.
Sasuke did not bite or mark him as he kissed his inner thighs; his fingers and lips were as tender and worshipful as they had been. Sasuke gently spread his legs apart and nuzzled into the juncture of his thighs. He kissed the tip of Naruto's cock, then placed wet, open-mouthed kisses on the underside, giving particular attention to his frenulum.
It was jarring, the switch from carnal insistence, to playful roughness, to gentle reverence. Naruto's mind swam amid the contradictions. He was completely at Sasuke's mercy.
He moaned as Sasuke took him into his mouth and sucked him rhythmically. His mind continued to drift in the oceanic trench that had opened up in his emotions as his body responded to the pleasure that Sasuke was giving him.
Sasuke grasped the base of his cock and stroked firmly as he sucked, sending Naruto's eyes rolling upwards. He continued stroking as he released the tip of his cock from his lips. He licked and sucked Naruto's balls, then pried at his perineum with his tongue. Naruto felt the familiar pleasure as Sasuke made circles over the tight skin while maintaining the rhythm of his hand.
Sasuke's other hand caressed his ass softly, dipping between his cheeks and pausing at Naruto's entrance. Naruto hissed; it was still new to be touched there. As Sasuke circled the puckered skin delicately with his fingertip, though, the novelty morphed into pleasure.
He cried out in shock when he felt the moisture of Sasuke's tongue there. "Sasuke… no… don't," he pleaded. "You don't have to..."
"Shut up, idiot. I know I don't have to." Sasuke's characteristic roughness reassured him.
He cried out again when he felt the tip of Sasuke's tongue probing at the tight outer ring of muscle. He had never, not even once, stimulated himself anally, nor had anyone else. He was not prepared for the cacophony of sensations, from mild discomfort to powerful pleasure, that Sasuke's tongue was conducting on his most sensitive and sacrosanct flesh.
Sasuke licked and sucked around the outer rim as Naruto's body shook from the stimulation. He soon felt the gentle probing of his tongue once again, and spread his legs wider. Sasuke thrust his tongue inside of him.
"Gannnnhh, S'ke," Naruto cried. This was an entirely new sort of rapture for him. Sasuke expertly stroked him as he ate him out. He alternated between circular motions, sharp thrusts, and up-and-down licks.
Soon, the pressure of impending orgasm built within his testicles.
"I'm… S'ke…" he groaned. Sasuke stroked him faster, still plunging his tongue into him over and over again.
He came with a long, guttural groan; his field of vision was completely black as his seed erupted forcefully over his stomach and Sasuke's hand. Sasuke's hand slowed, but continued to milk him until he was completely drained.
Naruto could not move. Once again, Sasuke had outdone him, he distantly thought. He was only somewhat aware of Sasuke standing and walking out of the room. His vision had just begun to clear when he returned with a warm cloth and a glass of water.
"You thirsty?" Sasuke asked, his rich, deep voice rolling over Naruto's sated nerve endings like a velvet blanket.
"Mhm," he responded, still not completely in control of his speech or his limbs. Sasuke raised the glass to his lips as he sat up. He hadn't realized how thirsty he was.
Sasuke cleaned him carefully with the cloth as he guzzled the water; his movements were as tender as they had been when he'd made love to him with his hands and mouth. He kissed Naruto's forehead, then his cheeks. Naruto craned his head to catch his lips. Sasuke evaded his kiss.
"I rinsed out my mouth, but..." Sasuke said.
Naruto ignored the protest and brought his lips against Sasuke's.
Sasuke lay beside him and stroked his back. As he felt his mind come back into union with his body, the bizarre chasm began to open again. He clung to Sasuke, and Sasuke to him, as the last light of the day faded from the room.
"You outdid me again," he half-whispered against Sasuke's shoulder.
Sasuke chuckled and hugged him closer. "It's not a competition, moron," he said softly.
"I know… but… how am I ever going to make you feel as amazing as I feel when you make me feel so amazing..." Naruto knew his words made no sense. Sasuke's laughter rumbled against his skin.
"You made me feel so amazing I forgot my objective," Sasuke answered.
"Objective?"
"To lure you over here to completely destroy your mind with my oral skills."
It was Naruto, now, who laughed. "Your objective was achieved. Obviously. I kinda feel drunk."
Sasuke chuckled again and pinched him—a habit that, oddly enough, Naruto found endearing and reassuring. "You aren't going to dance, are you?"
"Heh. Couldn't if I tried." He stroked Sasuke's hair. "Your oral skills, by the way, are totally on."
"I wanted to display them first," Sasuke said, somewhat petulantly. "That was why I texted you."
Naruto laughed. "We are really weird, aren't we, Sasuke? How did this happen? I was completely domineering, and I don't know if you liked it or not… and then we were wrestling… and then, you made me feel like the world turned upside down." The laughter kept erupting out of him, almost hysterically. He felt again that he could cry.
"Shush," Sasuke scolded gently. He rubbed Naruto's back comfortingly. "I liked all of it. I..." he trailed off for a tense moment.
"I loved it, Naruto," he said.
"I didn't treat you like you treated me," Naruto breathed.
"I didn't want you to."
"You were so gentle, and so soft. And I was so… rough… with you."
Sasuke pulled away and looked at him, his dark eyes shimmering in the semi-darkness. "I didn't want you to be gentle and soft with me, Naruto," he said. "But I wanted to be that way to you."
"But… what if I hurt you?"
Sasuke smiled. "I'll tell you if you hurt me. I promise. You're gentle and soft with me in other ways. You don't have to be gentle with me…" he gestured idly over the two of them, "…this way."
Naruto pulled him close. "I… care about you… Sasuke," he said haltingly. "I want you to feel good when we're together."
He could not have predicted the way Sasuke tightened their embrace or the indulgent kiss he placed on the top of his head, nor the quiet, vulnerable tone of his voice when he brought his lips to Naruto's ear and whispered, "I always do."