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By: Chocolate Carnival
2020
Fandom: Naruto
Genre: Dark Eroticism, Canon Setting, Romance, Clan culture,
Post War, Oneshots, SasuHina Month 2021,
Pairing: 団扇 佐助||Uchiha Sasuke,日向 陽向 || Hyūga Hinata
Hello My Honeys, I apologize that this update is SO late but I've had a whirlwind of assignments and drama to deal with. I'll be going into my exams soon so I cannot say when my next update will be but this one is extra long so I do hope it is enjoyable.
Just a warning, this is an infidelity fic...I tried playing with a new concept to see how I could handle it and I do hope I can deliver.
Day 14:
Prompt: Within These Dreams / Missed Connections
Rating: MA (Please heed)
Please enjoy, also my Honey's will be seeing this fic twice as I'll be adding it my Shinshu no Hanabira collection as a oneshot as well. I hope it can enjoyed as a stand alone as well.
隠碧玉: Veiled Jasper
「8月14日」
Mired in the grip of hellfire thunderstorms and lime-breath calamity, the skies bore a striking autumn deluge high in Konohagakura's untouched mountain range. Tearing through the heavens in a flare of bitter lightning catalysts and roiling black clouds, the late afternoon weather layered an enkindling silver-mist beneath towering Hashirama trees and well-hidden grassland valleys.
An aeviternal darkness was peaking across the gloaming horizon, the very soul and breath stolen from Uchiha Sasuke's lips as delicate Hime hands pushed him more firmly against the charred bark of a lightning scored tree. The thirty-two-year-old couldn't hold back the rising moan reverberating deep in the back of his throat, formerly stoic features crumbling in yearning need as nibbling teeth latched playfully onto the shell of his ear.
"Hinata," The Sasaukage warned, single arm curling restrictively around the sensual dip of his Beloved's spine as she wilfully bundled herself more firmly against his chest. He was languidly lifting the heel of his boot against the tree's shattered trunk to re-establish his lost equilibrium, their combined scent of lightning striking stone and gardenia water a heady aphrodisiac condensing the very air.
How long had it been since he last let go? Since he allowed himself a moment to indulge in carnal pleasure? To silence his consciousness with the depth and breadth of their love? To shatter the bitter illusions of reality around him and dream dreams of happiness he swore to himself he'd never be allowed to dream before?
To boldly march across the line of depravity and into her arms without regret…
It felt like a lifetime since Sasuke found himself here, by her side, carefully being moulded and rebuilt by the whisper of her autumn-lye breath, winnowing hands and tranquil ardor. His entire being had been isolated, shattered, lonely and broken far too much on the gruelling road of his travels, his very essence physically longing for nothing more than deliverance from self-imposed damnation and continued recrimination inspired by his harsh nomadic lifestyle.
There was no denying the divine tether that bound their very souls in eternity, so much so that the forbidden wife of his best friend disappeared from her home to hunt his presence time and time again whenever his chakra flared across her senses. Just as he sought her first before taking asingle step in the direction of his wife's broken home whenever he reluctantly crossed Konoha borders.
It did not matter that the anxious guilt and fear of discovery drove their heady entanglement even further, proving their carnal congress' bitter desolation as societal propriety and paper law threatened to pilfer the tiny threads of happiness they managed to scrape together only in and among themselves.
Soulmates had always been a quietly accepted part of shinobi life, a rare but proven existence in chakra wielders that often manifested itself in many different sigils on the body. The most common of which was the red string of fate wound around the left pinkie finger. Others included matching marks engraved on the inner wrist, sustaining the same injuries as one's destined or having the first words one uttered in your Beloved's presence inscribed on the back of the neck.
For Uchiha Sasuke however, fate had never been kind. Finding his soulmate would never be that easy.
He was born into this world stripped of any adornment, bearing not a single trace of having a matching soul somewhere out there in the world meant just for him. His Clan, the Uchiha, had always been known to favour the ever-present red string of fate or matching marks on the inner wrist like his brother. Sasuke however, possessed neither.
He was markless, an anomaly that was considered both a bitter but strangely blessed revelation. It was an oft-praised quirk that brought just as much awe as pity, a fact the thirty-two-year-old had been forced to live with ever since the slaughter of his Clan at the age of seven.
Bondless shinobi were believed to be blessed with longer lives than their matched counterparts. After all, their very existence would remain unlinked to the lifeforce and dependency of another. They were unshackled and free, unable to follow their soulbond unto death as so many were destined to before them.
At the same time however, the Last Uchiha was well aware he would be doomed to a life void of true love and unconditional understanding. It was a vicious cycle that often shattered the strongest of minds, even heralded the ruthless carnage of many Uchiha destroyers in their Clan. It did not help that the orchestrators of the Fourth Shinobi War bore the same stigma—.
"Eyes on me, beloved." A curious croon interrupted his thoughts, a single onyx orb lidding in restless rumination as the Sasaukage shivered in genuine delight the moment Hinata's voluptuous weight moulded itself against his towering hundred-and-eighty-eight-centimetre frame. A gentle palm had come up to caress the subtle flush of his cheeks, the thirty-one-year-old Uzumaki tenderly swiping asymmetrical shoulder length bangs from the wisteria-samsara ripple of his left eye.
"I'm here." She promised, Hyūga-bright chakra a welcome dew-drop of sensation against his lips as he breathed a quietly accepted but deeply strained "Hn".
Sasuke was unable to contain the rising moan that hissed between parted lips the moment he became aware of the familiar but rousing sensation of two soft pillowy mounds — even with several layers of cloth between them — threatening to shatter every rational thought and reason he was so proud to maintain in every possible situation.
He knew they should not be here, exposed and vulnerable to anyone curious enough to explore the forests just shy of the village border. Yet, Sasuke couldn't find it in himself to care. He was simply—.
A single onyx orb was quick to bleed a deep, sanguine, red; the Uchiha Patriarch's adrenalin activated Sharingan completing several languid rotations as three spiralling tomoe longed to capture Hinata's blissfully devout expression in the backs of his eyelids for eternity.
Her pupilless Byakugan were shimmering with nothing but the encompassing love and earnest regard she always held for him, her very essence rising like a tide against his skin as he breathed a quiet but emotionally raw rendition of her name.
The glittering raindrops that plastered edged indigo bangs to her forehead and neck instinctively drew his eyes to the thick mass of stratos strands cascading all the way to her thighs, held together today — just for him — low on her back in a reflection of her former clansmen's style. She kept it that long just for him, knowing instinctively he loved twining the rain-wet waves in his hand and pulling her back to expose her throat.
Sasuke didn't know how much more of this he could take, shivering in a slowly unfolding anticipation the moment their soulbond flared to life. It wound itself like a shackle around their wrists, a holy Buddhist rosary now encircling their clasped hands, his right palm ensnared with her left, as a string of marbled lilac pearls and long white tassels oscillated in the wind.
Every polished bead represented a single lifetime they found each other before, the very next crack of lightning illuminating the tail end of a hundred-and-eight stones in total as the very sky seemed to tear itself asunder at their resonating chakra. Coiled with helix-greed and instinctual purrs, the physical ornament shackled their very beings eternally as all worldly obligation and responsibility disintegrated to ash.
Reality was so easily coaxed into faltering, the unchanged spiral of time stalling just for them as their breath and blood and bone meshed with mounting fervour.
"F-fuck!" The Uchiha swore, lips pressed in a grim line of strain as the former Hyūga scrambled for purchase against his cloak with her right hand. He was slipping an expert thigh between sinful black shorts to steady the roaring flame of their desire, neither of them captive in the most comfortable position as his towering height and her dangerously luscious frame made it difficult to stay upright.
"Hinata," Sasuke tried again, mind and body straining under the otherworldly chakra currently weaving their hands, palm-to-palm, like a holy lover's kiss. They could separate the bond if they so desired…their physical soulmark allowed it…yet skin to skin contact always seemed to enhance the sensitivity of their senses to the point of pain.
Neither of them had the ability to let go, notafter they spent a painful twenty-three years unaware of their lifemate in the first place.
Splitting the one string rosary into two halves always left the raven-haired shinobi bereft of his Beloved's awareness. This time he swore to bear her sorrowed anguish at his long absence, quietly soothing the guilt and desperation of their otherworldly longing even if it meant his Hime would be granted the right to burrow her own awareness in the tangled mess of emotion he kept so obsessively knotted in the cage of his breast.
Having no choice but to hold still as Hinata buried her free hand in the luscious strands of his hair, Sasuke instinctively moulded his lips to the pair brushing quickened breaths against his own. Regardless of the shattered tree canopy providing little protection from the ragging storm above, their senses were generous enough to yield the moment they shared their first kiss.
"S-Sasuke!" Every inkling of shame, wrongdoing, disjointed regret and fear instantly righted itself in the depths of the Sasaukage's soul. Their very lungs sharing lifegiving breath as saliva-slick tongues bent and bowed in pleased supplication. There was no fighting the heady surge of sensation that was to come, no living the lie they forced themselves to endure over the last nine years simply to appease the village and its elders.
No. There was no wallowing in broken marriages, hated duty and barely healed darkness. There was just them…raw and open, soul-to-soul, beneath the turmoiled heavens untainted by society and propriety.
Natural, instinctive, unbroken, hallow.
Eternally Connected.
"I know." Sasuke moaned, his rumbling baritone reverberating with distinct yearning as the lotus-fire need of their entanglement threatened to shatter the very world beneath their feet. Where he found the strength to separate he did not know, a single Sharingan-red iris absolutely captivated by the thick string of saliva drawing a diamond span from his tongue to hers.
"We need to leave." He lured. "Our chakra's getting too strong. The guards will notice." Mournfully repossessing his only hand so he could disentangle himself from their close proximity, neither Uzumaki wife or Uchiha husband said a word at the deliberate tilt of Sasuke's head. They each silently mourned the loss of physical contact, smaller rosary shackles curling individually around his right wrist and her left.
Hinata absentmindedly smoothed rain-wet droplets trailing down the fabric of her shorts, shivering at the loss at her Beloved's touch as the vivid Byzantium purple of her three-quarter-sleeve shirt conformed sensually to heaving breasts. The thick white obi settled around her waist had been absolutely ruined by the roaring deluge above, intricate white butterfly knot drooping wetly against her spine as sopping indigo strands plastered itself to the former kunoichi's shivering shoulders.
Needleworked into ivory silk was the near colourless representation of an uchiwa fan among filigreed peony blossoms and gingko leaves. The design was deliberately embossed in the same colour thread as the original silk so that only those aware of the pattern's presence could trace the mark hidden so cleverly but boldly amongst delicate white flowers and falling leaves.
It was a gift Sasuke brought back from his travels several years ago after the first manifestation of their bond, the former Hyūga Heiress still reeling at the fateful day they touched the first time. She could recall it even now, their soulmark only ever appearing with skin-to-skin contact as the Uchiha's bare hand curled a vivid but steady brand around her wrist to stop a clumsy fall.
It had been a day much like this one, Uzumaki Hinata cursing her own graceless carelessness as her heel stuck on a tangle of weeds leading to Neji-Niisama's grave. It had only been the Uchiha Patriarch's firm grasp and lightning reflexes as he too headed in the direction of his brother's memorial stone that stopped her tumble, his towering presence and heady lightning-striking-stone scent a mere precursor to the encompassing presence filling the aching hole she felt in her soul the instant they touched.
Not even Naruto had been able to—.
"Daydreaming again, my love? Was the kiss that good?" Blinking dazedly in response, Hinata offered a small smile of amusement before curling trembling fingers in Sasuke's long black cloak. She followed him blindly through a tear in the space-time continuum less than a millisecond later, neither of them patient enough to walk the complex genjutsu pathway towards his private cottage in the woods.
His chakra was an unholy fire of ardor and lightning against her skin, velvet black heels eventually stumbling the moment a blackened cosmos shifted from empty air to polished wood beneath her feet.
Even though the silence was a heavy precursor to the Patriarch's small territory outside Konoha borders, neither lover said a single word as Sasuke unconsciously breathed a sigh of relief that his daughter had not trespassed on his property that day.
Sarada never seemed to heed her mother's warning to wait for Sasuke to come to them before seeking him out, too young to understand there was a reason he didn't live with them for several years now. Or that the Hokage was so meticulous in staying away from his wife in a separate apartment closer to his office for the same amount of time.
It was a S-Class secret strictly contained in the Uchiha and Uzumaki households, not only for the protection of their children but the discretion of the rest of the village as well. Neither Hinata or Sasuke wished to upset their progeny with the harsher realities of activating a soulbond too late in life. Nor did they wish to place each other in danger whilst they were separated for such long stretches of time.
Heavens only knew their world was dangerous enough. What other disasters would strike if enemy-nin knew there was a weakness to not only the Nanadaime Hokage but the revered Sasaukage as well? It was—.
"Tea, my love?"
"Hn." Hinata chuckled serenely at Sasuke's absentminded reply, absolutely awed the Uchiha had yet to give in to his desire with the deliberate sway of her hips and rapidly straining breaths. She was quick to discard her heels in the spotless genkan by the front doorway, kunoichi silent footsteps transversing fragrant tatami mats and polished wood floors until she reached the kitchen.
Vivid ametrine orbs were carefully tracing the Sasaukage's one-armed grace as he swiftly unclasped the buttons of his cloak and draped the pool of black fabric across the back of a kitchen stool. His presence was close enough that she could feel the tickle of his breath against her neck the moment she moved to fill the kettle, the soft wisteria silk on the inside of his cloak flashing in the dim artificial light as he curled his only arm in a restrictive band around her waist.
Hinata had tailored the soft lavender silk of his waistcoat and inner cloak lining many years ago as a silent claim to the one he made over her with his white obi, the soft lilac fabric harkening not only to their lilac jasper soulbond but the periwinkle colour she always wore. They may have been married before the Uchiha gods in secret not too long ago, yet outside of their little home no one was aware just how deep their bond stretched.
Hinata was Sasuke's bonded wife, his presence a heady pillar of strength refusing to unglue itself from her back as she went through the motions of preparing tea and the left over okaka onigiri she made for him the night before. One of Sasuke's hawks had delivered a message scroll to warn her of his arrival just after she put the children to bed, probably the reason she nearly strained her Byakugan all day waiting for him to arrive.
Smiling softly when the towering shinobi disappeared momentarily to bring them a much-needed towel, Hinata was content enough to listen to the deluge of rain pattering down on the tiled rooftop. There was a quiet hum of anticipation tinting her chakra, a needy shudder flickering down her spine as a gentle hand expertly tugged the soaked obi from her waist and carefully laid the three meters of silk on the kitchen island.
"Hinata." Sasuke's rumbling baritone was strained with emotions that were difficult to place, the thirty-one-year-old knowing instinctively what was to come as she offered the love of her life a steaming yunomi before bending her head to nurse her own.
The tea and onigiri, she knew, would be forgotten any moment now…especially when the predatory Uchiha's only visible eye had yet to lose the violent Sharingan glare he awoke in their passion earlier. There was no way the Sasaukage would retreat without boldly staking his claim right now, even if neither of them could bring themselves to stay less than twelve millimetres apart.
. . .
Hinata breathed a murmured exhalation that skated like lavender and promise between newly meshed lips, shoulder length Uchiha strands nestling into curl after curl as the humid weather meandered through Sasuke's restless raven coils. Pearlescent petals and a vanilla hungry air was kissing the wandering Kage's teeth, his Beloved's taste just as fragrant and warm as the silver-tipped peony tea they consumed.
His sole hand was anxiously cupping a flustered cheek at his wife's curious explorations. He couldn't help but drink in her quiet murmurs of encouragement and appreciation as she devoured the depths of his mouth, shivering in rare delight at the frenetic sensation of lightning and fire threatening to consume him from inside out.
He was barely aware how they got from the kitchen to the bedroom, their footsteps shinobi-silent on polished wood floors as the masculine scent of his dark blue duvet and lush pillows remained mournfully devoid of his soulbond's intoxicating lime-lust and elderflower water.
It had been too long since he last found himself supplicant to her whims, the previous twelve months a torturous rendition of secret kisses stolen far out of the country, sequestered in Rinnegan-yawning gateways and brief, unseen, meetups far away from the public eye. They were always forced to be careful where they met, concealed in the darkness of natural caves, unseen dimensions, spread beneath a blanket of stars, trees, desert sand and midnight dusk…so very far from persecution and hate—.
The heavy ozone petrichor of the rampant rain outside was a quiet prelude to the emotions swelling beneath the Sasaukage's skin as tender arms folded around the back of his neck, an incessant tug pulling his knee onto the edge of the bed just as Hinata guided herself to sit down.
Bowing a towering hundred-and-eighty-eight-centimetre frame over the retired kunoichi's lush frame, Sasuke tilted his chin so his lips could slide more firmly over hers. The luscious meeting of their tongues ignited an ember of crackling lightning between them, their chakra a soul-stealing weight settling across their skin as the thirty-two-year-old said nothing against curious fingertips lifting to undo the buttons of his waistcoat and periwinkle-grey shirt.
Sasuke himself refused to be idle, breaking away momentarily to chuckle at his Hime's obvious frustration as an accidental brush of his right hand and her left instantly snapped their soulbond back into place.
"We'll have to be more careful." He rumbled, amused at the presence of the shackle once more restricting his movements as the rising deluge of Hinata's thoughts and memories swam, unrestrained, in the back of his mind. It drew a quiet hitch in his breath like always, her back bowing in fluttering pleasure as she no likely felt his eager lust and restrained pleasure sweeping through her soul like fire and lightning and flame.
"D-don't let go!" She pleaded, the iolite filaments in her eyes half-lidded in yearning need as years of training and trust flipped their positions so Sasuke found himself seated on the edge of the bed with a lush frame undulating restlessly in his lap.
Shit! Twining their fingers in a white-knuckled grip before he lost control over his inhibitions and cut the shorts from her hips with his chokutō, Sasuke gasped for breath as she used her unfair advantage over his one-armed existence to step back and sink to her knees between his thighs.
"N-no…" He stuttered; knowing instinctively he wouldn't have the strength to resist as guileless milky orbs gazed up at him with a tranquil but stubborn set to her mouth. It was—.
"Don't, Hinata. I won't be able to control myself."
"Then let go, Anata." The Hyūga Hime smiled, their twined hands coming down to rest on his clothed thigh as she nimbly but determinedly reached for the white belt settled low on his hips. Her free hand was gentle but firm as she caressed his inner thigh to bunch chakra-woven fabric between perfectly manicured fingernails.
"It's just the two of us here." She promised, the sound of the Sasaukage's weapons pouch, scroll belt and chokutō falling on the floor with a dull thud as the thirty-two-year-old tipped his head back to conceal the bottom lip he tugged viscously between biting teeth to silence his natural resistance in loosening his last fetters of control.
Behind the asymmetrical tumble of black bangs, his cheeks were flushing a tell-tale pink as he felt not only his own unbearable arousal at the prospect of Hinata's position but her soft, flowery-miasma, rising so appreciatively against his soul. She was open to his own desire and vulnerability herself, their rosary soulbond creating a constant feedback loop where neither of them could hide a single thought, feeling or sensation from the other.
"Sasuke," Hinata called softly, smoothing the wrinkle she clenched in his pants before shuffling forward to press an open-mouthed kiss to the seductive clench of his lower abdomen. His waistcoat and shirt had already been unbuttoned and untucked, a flash of sculpted and scarred Uchiha flesh visible in the dim light of the room for just a moment as the flicker of lightning outside illuminated their world in a shower silver sparks and unbidden clarity.
It did not take long for Hinata's fingers to tackle the button and zipper of his pants, a silent nudge of her elbow spreading his legs further so she could settle infinitely closer as she curled delicate fingertips around the throbbing hardness she discovered inside.
"Hinata." Sasuke moaned, toes curling momentarily in the carpet at her gentle exploration as a heady palm encircled the base of his cock in a knowing squeeze. She was freeing him of a cloth prison, wanting nothing more than to trail her lips to the tip of his erection in an eager bid to capture the dew-drop of precum eagerly leaking from the tip.
"Please…" Ah, Hinata had forgotten her mind was now his just as his mind was hers, the thirty-one-year-old using a precocious swirl of her tongue to savour the tart-sweetness as neither of them had the ability to bite back the startle of desire jolting simultaneously through their insides.
The playful act was enough to force a hiss from the Sasaukage's lips, a quiet gasp and instinctive tug wanting nothing more than to bury his hand in the soft dampness of her locks and sink his length deep in the depths of her throat. It was almost too much, his breath hitching in building anticipation as plush lips parted with a sly smile and sunk, without any permeable, over the angry-red, mushroomed, head.
Relax…I've got you ~ echoed with surprisingly clarity in Sasuke's mind, powerful shoulders curling forward in surprise as he braced himself against the squeeze of their connected hands. He was straining not to thrust forward and sink further and faster than she was ready to take.
The sensations were exquisite in their torture as always, his heart hammering painfully in the cage of his ribs as he cut back on his control just enough to separate their bound hands with an impatient tug.
"Hinata…" He swallowed, the only visible Sharingan red of his active eye reverent with awe as he looked down to see his impressive length disappear halfway between obscenely stretched lips. He shuddered when his wife pulled back to reveal saliva-slick silken skin and throbbing blue veins, a sly smile momentarily drawing his awareness to her vibrantly flushed features as she took advantage of their momentary separation to unbutton her own shorts and unzip the form-fitting Byzantine tunic straining over her bust.
"Hnngh—!" The grunt was pulled from his lips in surprise, her arms shuffling the fabric, lacy bra and pants from her frame before she knelt forward to return to her task. She was eagerly leaning into the desperate grasp Sasuke tangled in her impossibly long locks, a blazing fire humming in the coil of his stomach as he bucked his hips forward in growing desperation.
It was almost too much, their unintended separation making it hard to breathe as he spotted a sly hand slipping over newly exposed breasts and sinfully hardened nipples. Her palm was trailing a sensual path down her soft, motherly, stomach; a series of goosebumps raising in her wake as she dipped a wisteria painted nail into the depths of a quivering navel. It was—
Slipping quietly but so telling between the apex of her thighs, Sasuke shuddered as she tilted her head and boldly drew the rest of his length into the restrictive squeeze of her throat.
"F-fuck!" The Patrairch howled, head dropping back as the unexpected action surged down his spine and pooled low in his abdomen. He could hear the sensual squelch her fingertips made as she slipped them through her swollen sex, the delirious constriction of her throat swallowing boldly around his length as he rocked restlessly backwards and forwards in search of more.
Sasuke couldn't hold back anymore, his Beloved driving him absolutely mad with her teasing pace as his own ragged breaths and quiet moans struggled to register through the haze of rapture copulating their souls. Her luscious tease was unshackling the last of his control, Sasuke winding long thigh-length strands around his right hand as he wilfully pushed and pulled at her in a selfish desire to sate his own desire.
Hinata didn't seem to mind, the familiarity of the act drawing her husband deeper and closer to his release regardless of his previous reservations as she hallowed her cheeks and eagerly lapped at the heavy vein pulsing in time with his heart. She was drinking in the steady leak of precum collating on her tongue, shivering in knowing delight that she was the only one able to offer her Beloved this pleasure as not even the painful yank of her hair or dislodging arm drew her from her haze.
It was difficult to get Sasuke to truly let go in moments like these, his mind always seeming to be overworking in fear of hurting her or dismissing the dangers they were constantly exposed to. Yet, this time, Hinata was pleased at the heavy and unexpected jerk yanking her from her kneeling position on the floor and pushing her forcefully onto a soft mattress mere milliseconds later.
Oh…it had been a while since they adopted this position.
Hinata couldn't conceal her quiet squeal of joy.
"S-Sasuke…" She gasped, deliberately drawing out the syllables of his name as he bowed impatiently over her back and moved aside the heavy indigo mass of hair cascading around her kneeling frame. He was eager to expose the sensual arch of her spine and bare back to a lidded heterochromic gaze. Where, boldly inscribed and sealed with his chakra signature, flared a large Clan seal.
The vivid Uchiha mon was an exotic sight he knew only his chakra could birth on the surface of her skin, the image burned eternally into the backs of his eyelids as he used it to guide an impatient, chakra-drenched, tongue over moonlust-elderflower skin. It was a holy arctic white and sanguine red, the colours hearkening back to their passioned entanglement between arching shoulder blades as his grip became sinfully tight around the back of his wife's neck.
The former Hyūga Hime was squirming against him in response, wilfully dragging his arousal between her legs as her soaked folds fluttered and kissed the length of his shaft. Everything was sticky with promise and scorching heat, Sasuke swearing again as he became shamefully aware he had yet to get rid of his own clothes.
Hinata, too, was dressed in nothing but the evocative stretch of thigh-high white stocking and the swiftly loosening ribbon she cinched close to the ends of her hair.
A swift but restless shrug messily slid the silk of his shirt and waistcoat down his amputated left arm, a quiet roll of his shoulders dropping the rest of the fabric from his right over the side of the bed as he quickly returned to move his palm up and down Hinata's side to calm her necessary quiver of anticipation.
It did not help that the Sasaukage was slowly losing his mind at the undulation of her hips, the tip of his erection slick and sliding through soaked petals as a swollen labia and vulva clenched desperately to manoeuvre his erection where it was so desperately needed—.
"S-Sasuke, please! I c-can't—."
"Hn."
"Open yourself for me." He murmured, smirking in triumph as he noted Hinata's fall forward. Her shoulders flattened themselves on the mattress with a whoosh of air as she eagerly snaked a desperate hand between her thighs. She was moving to momentarily cup him against her folds, squeezing his cock between the knuckle of her middle and pointer finger in warning as an impatient thumb slipped forward to tease the sacred pearl of her desire without obeying his order.
"Nnngh, S-Sasuke—!"
"Hinata," Sasuke warned, back stiffening at her open defiance before realising she was merely teasing him when a carnal glance collided needily with his Sharingan over her left shoulder. He was listening mindlessly to the rhythmic clink of purple jasper beads and dancing tassels against his partially clothed thigh as she moved, her fingertips eking a dark shudder down his spine as she caressed the sides of his erection nestled so possessively between her folds.
"P-please." She gasped, prying the delicate petals of her sex apart to expose her slit just for him. There was a vibrant flush dancing all the way from the curve of her cheeks to the middle of her back, lush lips parting for a quiet gasp as she gazed imploringly at the openly impassioned expression twisting her Beloved's usually stoic brows and calm lips.
Hissing softly as the desperate clench of her insides quivered against him, Sasuke pulled back in a dizzying rush as he glanced down to watch a glistening strand of arousal connect the head of his cock to her slick pussy. Her knees were spreading for him in heady desire, petal lips held open with her middle and forefinger as she dripped delicate dew-drops of desire down the inside of her thigh.
A small trail could already be seen glistening on the edge of a white stocking.
Sasuke didn't say anything, merely leaning forward to curl his arm beneath her breasts like a brand as he adjusted their intimate closeness. He was digging his teeth into the curve of her shoulder as he pulled her up, soft feminine back splayed bodily against his chest before he surged forward.
He was sinking into desperately clenching depths with a slow, deliberate, glide; worrying dewy soft skin between his teeth to distract his Beloved from the initial pain of penetration after they spent so long apart. With his heart hammering a straining tattoo against the cage of his breast, the Sasaukage found himself vulnerable to the instantaneous flash of pleasure travelling all the way from the top of his spine to the tips of his toes.
Hinata's surprised whimper was a heady and encompassing melody in the shell of his ear, his hips struggling to still in a desperate need for more as one of her hands moved from between her legs to grasp at the back of his head instead.
"Sasuke!" The indigo-haired goddess moaned, unable to still her own jolts of need as she tilted her skin further into his teeth and panted with barely contained strain—.
"Move! PLEASE!" She sobbed, reaching for Sasuke spiritually just as much as she did physically. It had been too long since the thirty-two-year-old felt this…the instantaneous completeness dancing in a heady promise usually only felt with the entanglement of their hands. He was shifting to palm a deliriously soft mound swaying with every surge of his hips, desperate nails digging into feminine-soft skin as he scratched a deliberate trail over puckered pink areolas and milky soft breasts.
What he couldn't give to have two hands at the moment, he cursed…two palms to obsessively fill with her marvellous spill bouncing forward with every, increasingly, mindless thrust.
Fuck but Hinata was lush and tight and wet…his initial thrusts rhythmless and desperate enough to lodge a ragged moan deep in the back of his throat as he reeled internally at the sensation shattering the very world around him. Sasuke didn't have the strength in him to hold back anymore, to draw out this encounter…even when he knew they had more than a few days to indulge in each other's company completely.
It was simply too much, his mind disintegrating with the desperate need to fuck…to brand his wife's insides so thoroughly that she'd feel his presence inside her for weeks. It was teetering on the edge of dizzying madness they always experienced when together, a desperate hand slipping from the clench of his hair to grasp at the fabric of his pants slipping down hungrily ramming hips.
Sasuke wasn't entirely surprised at Hinata's quiet but frustrated whimper.
The pleasure from his initial penetration may have been mind-blowing and intense, yet it was a mere precursor to what it could become—.
Breathing a ragged groan against the soft skin of his Beloved's neck, Sasuke momentarily squeezed Hinata's waist in a comforting caress as he pulled out and urged her to roll onto her back.
"Good girl," He breathed, watching the light of understanding dawn on his Beloved's gaze as he mercilessly marked his territory once again. Sasuke's initial re-entering thrust bounced her violently against the mattress and pillows, the annoying drag of his trousers abandoned somewhere in room behind him as a series of wild, satisfied, cries spilled from parted peony lips.
Her back was bowing in desperate pleasure, Hinata wailing in haunting desperation as she drank up the sensation of completeness the moment Sasuke pressed his right hand to her left. Their fingertips instantly twined in a desperate grasp, their flesh searing against the shackle of their jasper soulbond as a reverberating connection flooded the depths of their minds with a simultaneous, consuming, rapture.
It was too much, the fetters of reason and control seeming to snap at Sasuke's ragged thrusts as Hinata's very toes curled in pleasure and she pressed her heels against the bed for more leverage. Her thighs were clamping around his hips in desperation, wildly seeking to keep his erection seated painfully/pleasurably against the clench of her cervix as their previous sensuality disintegrated into nothing but passioned abandon and moondust-vanilla promise.
Reality was a flimmering candle in the wake of their internal storm, emotions they did not dare to speak swimming to the surface as a sly tongue and quiet groan peaked from the Sasaukage's lips. He was bowing impatiently over his Beloved undulating frame, devouring the depths of her mouth without permeable as they met – thrust for brutal thrust – on the cliff of an elusive release.
Delirious and wanted, soft and yielding…further and further they spiralled.
Grunting in surprise with the sudden and shuddering ecstasy racing down his spine, Sasuke was surprised to feel himself shatter. He simply couldn't hold back anymore, a dizzying strike of celestial lightning tearing from his soul to his insides as his hoarse cry thankfully muffled itself in the delirious slide of Hinata's lips and teeth and tongue—.
Hinata's gushing insides were clenching around him in equal surprise, moaning deep and dark at the flood of heat spilling into her womb as her thighs shuddered and shook through an orgasm so intense their soul connection doubled the feedback and jerked Sasuke forward into a shuddering series of thrusts deliberately drawing out their pleasure into what felt like eternity.
Reality was but a concept of dreamless gods in those moments, suspending itself in the ultimate entanglement of their love as the Uchiha carefully braced himself on the stump of his severed arm so he wouldn't hurt his eternal Beloved beneath his crushing weight. His wife, in return, shuddered sporadically beneath him as the licks of rapture continued to chase up her spine.
Sasuke's head was spinning with the intensity of their release, quiet breaths still gasping desperately between parted lips as neither of them had the will or means to unclasp their twined hands.
The Patrairch merely manoeuvred them carefully so that he was draped on his side and Hinata's shoulders came to rest against his chest. He was bowing his infinitely taller frame over her protectively, the thirty-two-year-old keeping himself blissfully sheathed in the clenching warmth inside her as the Byakugan wielder periodically milked his softening erection for another pearly drop of semen.
Sending static sparks of electricity dancing up and down the thirty-two-year-old's spine, Sasuke refused to dislodge himself despite walking on the razor edge of maddening hypersensitivity and pain. He had not the heart or mind to deprive them of their dizzying proximity.
No, Uchiha Sasuke refused to stir as he breathed in Hinata's soft elderflower and gardenia scent finally seeping into the warmth of his austere bedding. He couldn't sleep without her, his mind slowly shutting down in a soft but mutual darkness as reality crumbled and dispersed.
Not a single thought of the past, obligation or sin penetrated him in that moment…only the genuine warmth of his beloved's bond and the enticing sensation of his arm resting around the woman that found him in over a hundred lifetimes just to stay by his side.
. . .
The sky wielded a harsh, monochrome grey, previously blackened storm clouds finally dampening at the peak of the sun as broken shafts of mottled sunlight slid passed misty-white paper doors and uncurtained windows. A dual onyx-wisteria gaze was snapping open at the familiar screech of a hawk outside, the Uchiha Patriarch already yearning to return to the satisfied slumber he just started from as he breathed a frustrated sigh at the inevitable call of his duty.
Jerking slightly in surprise when he no longer felt the humid kiss of Hinata's breath tickling his skin or her lush curves moulded so perfectly against his side, the Sasaukage was left reeling momentarily in panic at the abrupt awakening of his battle instincts.
Biting back an instinctive need to call for her in desperation, Sasuke's chakra flared from his coils with such startling speed and force that it practically echoed through the far-reaching recesses of his property and the forest outside. He was anxiously searching for his Beloved's familiar Hyūga serenity, swift movements and deadly precision rousing him from a tangle of sheets despite the lingering daze of his slumber.
He was anxiously grasping at the calm lake of chakra puttering about the kitchen, blindly attaining a pair lounge pants from the drawer against the far wall as he settled them low on his hips.
"Hinata?" Slipping from the autumn cold bedroom and his near-instantaneously doomed imaginings, the Uchiha Patrairch struggled to reign back the initial burst of defensive chakra as it intensified the curtained glow of his otherworldly Rinnegan.
A vivid wisteria-samsara orb was peeking from the gaps of his mussed black bangs, a shuddering breath straining to silence the rage of emotions he flicked through faster than he had the ability to process at the moment. Not even his unconsciously activated dōjutsu eyes — staring back at him through the muddled reflection of window glass — had the ability to calm the ragging beat of his heart.
It wasn't the first time he'd awoken thinking his world was imploding for no reason, his rousing panic only seeming to settle as the soothing petrichor-ozone scent of their home sweetened with the soft gardenia notes notes she so tenderly released through the air.
Hinata wouldn't leave without a goodbye, Sasuke rationalised. It was only his own irritating fears and left-over mission stress that spurred his embarrassing response—.
A restless palm was dragging through the atrocious bedhead mussing his shoulder-length raven strands, his hair still mercilessly curled from the heavy humidity in the air as his next step coaxed a fae-like chuckle from his soulbond's peony-pink lips.
"Sleep well?" The indigo-haired goddess breathed, her airy amusement stilling the Sasaukage's gait from crossing the threshold of the kitchen as he answered her briming amusement with a confused frown and pursed lips. What was—.
"Such a mess," She purred, crossing the last few feet separating them as gentle fingertips lifted card through and flatten the messy spikes of her Beloved's hair. Sasuke himself blinked languidly at the tender love softening the arctic-lavender of her eyes, leaning forward to rest his forehead against hers in a moment of serene tranquillity as he bathed in her living and breathing presence.
Ah, that expression was one she didn't even spare for her legal husband…it was an open vulnerability she only ever entrusted to him.
"Morning, Anata. I've made breakfast if you're hungry."
The Sasaukage said nothing in reply, both of them aware he rarely spoke in the mornings as Hinata laid her hands on his shoulders and leaned forward to tilt her lips over his. The affectionate caress instantly wound the shinobi's arm around the dip of her spine, a shudder of possessiveness flashing deep in the depths of his veins as drank in the sight of her moving around in the dark blue of his yukata.
She had barely folded the garment around her waist properly, cotton and silk messily cinched with a black obi as he tracked Hinata's shuffling steps towards stove top where the scent of fresh rice and bubbling miso teased his senses.
"Did I hurt you?" He asked, having noted to somewhat tender gait of her step as he sidled up behind her and laid his chin atop her shoulder. Hinata shook her head in the negative, a soothing smile pressing a kiss to the side of his temple as he eagerly reached up to wind a fistful of long blue locks around his palm.
The strands of her hair was tickling the presence of a split rosary between them, the clink of beads and white tassels a binding shackle neither of them would ever regret as he hummed a noncommittal reply.
Even with his sharp gaze aware of his summons sitting just a few meters outside the window, Sasuke chose to ignore the hawk in favour of spending time with Hinata. The Hokage could go jump off a fucking cliff, he'd been working nonstop for far too long and right now…not even the guilt of bedding his best friend's wife could move him from the other half of his soul yielding so lovingly to his grip.
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