A/N: This has been written for Kinktober 2021 and today's prompt is Double Penetration (1 Hole) ✨ Due to the nature of this challenge, I've only done the most cursory of proofreads.
Content Warnings: rough/angry sex, no safe-word, kink negotiations implied/off-screen, and just a general warning for this being deeply porny
Sasuke feels what Naruto won't cop to.
Some days it simmers just behind bright eyes, burning so hot he can almost see the embers. Anger. Hurt. All the wounds Naruto wants to tell himself are healed, the ones Sasuke cut and left to fester below the skin. It's been years, they've fought, they've reconciled, they've loved, but some days it still feels fresh for Sasuke. Some days he encounters a manner, an anecdote, an old hurt of Naruto's he hadn't known he inflicted, and he knows it can't all be gone. May never be. On a good day, Naruto won't see it, won't say it, might not even feel it, on a bad day, though, Sasuke knows to push. Give the hurt somewhere to go.
They're training. They're fighting. It's difficult to know where the line comes down.
Naruto is raging and in turn, Sasuke is infuriating. Instead of meeting his attacks, he evades. He blocks, ducks, disappears. He makes Naruto chase him. Picks at the scab he knows is most tender, days like these. Naruto screams, hoarse with fury, tells him to stop, engage, fight. Sasuke knows he has him right where he wants him and the thrill of anticipation shoots down his spine, curling tight and hot at the base.
He runs.
Pain blossoms where Naruto has him pinned, already able to feel the bruises blooming across his throat as Naruto snarls in his face about how clever he thinks he is, wonders aloud if he even thinks about what he's doing to him. Sasuke can't help the grin which steals across his face, he does think about it. He thinks about it a lot. It only serves to make Naruto more furious but they both know what happens from here. Anticipation sings in his bones as Naruto's hand tightens, sending sparks across clouded vision. When he drops him he lets himself fall to his knees, reaches up to massage at his neck as Naruto frees himself to reveal arousal which matches the swollen throb of his own groin.
Sasuke leans forward to take him in and Naruto drags him sharply back by the hair, forces him to look up so he can catch his expression when a sharp slap cuts across his cheek, hard enough to make his ears ring. The sting of it makes his chest burn with want, he tastes blood. Looking back up at Naruto to grin, lick the copper from his lip where it caught his teeth.
"All that running and this is where you end up," the deep growl carrying Naruto's words pulls at something heavy in his chest. Makes his mouth water. "Show me it was worth it. Show me what you came back for," the fury twisting his words echoes through Sasuke's head as he strains against Naruto's hand to press an open, wet kiss to the head of him. There's no dignity to it, no reserve, only years of want, guilt, love driving desperate force behind every action. Naruto's skin is soft and hot against his lips and he savours the heavy slide of him across his tongue, pushing forward, trying to suck at as much of him as he can manage with Naruto's fist still curled, sharp, over his scalp.
His hand comes up of its own accord and Naruto smacks it away.
"No. Just like this." Messy, then.
Heedless desire creeps around the edges of everything he does, pushing forward to work his mouth over Naruto in earnest, tonguing him the best he can while his jaw aches with the sustained stretch. He takes him in as deep as he can manage, lets himself swallow and moan around the swollen heat filling his mouth, throat, while he looks up at Naruto through rapidly blurring vision. Lets his throat flutter and contract, fighting off the bile which threatens to rise when Naruto pushes his head back against the wall and rests a hand over his windpipe to fuck his mouth with more intention, feel the stretch of himself beneath the skin of Sasuke's neck.
Naruto pulls back and Sasuke's lungs burn with relief, he gasps, chasing after aching breaths and Naruto steps in close, presses himself against Sasuke's face, hot and weighty across his skin. He pushes forward, thrusting shallowly between his hand and Sasuke's skin as Sasuke keens into it, turning his face just so to let Naruto run himself over his cheek, across his lips where he can kiss and lick at the underside. Smearing dripping mess across his brow while he asks if this is really all Sasuke is here for, if he really put them through all he did just for this.
"I came home for you," he pants through swollen lips, once Naruto has pulled back.
"Yeah? And what do you want, now?" it's hard to parse through all the possible meanings, feelings behind Naruto's words through the haze of oxygen-starved lust, but it hardly matters. None would change his answer.
"Whatever you'll give me."
Naruto has him bent double over the edge of the mattress, hand damn near clawing holes in the sheets as he fucks into him from behind. The pace is unrelentingly deep, Naruto's weight heavy against his back so he feels the full force of his body with every thrust, burning him up inside and out, strong hands Anchoring Sasuke's hips, refusing him even an inch of leeway.
"How's your plan going? Huh?" Naruto pants, hot at wet, against the skin of his neck. "Find some nice girl, bring back your clan. How many times did you tell yourself that?" Sasuke shakes his head, his knees want to buckle.
"I don't know," Naruto bites into his skin while he tries to find an answer. His teeth have gone sharp, Sasuke wants to see but he can't seem to find space to turn, mind and body addled by every roll of Naruto's body into his, pushing too deep to retain thought for anything else. "Too many."
"Yeah, too many," a laugh skitters out across skin when Sasuke's agreement is dragged out into a ragged moan. "I know what you really need, though," Naruto promises.
"You," Sasuke wants the greed, wants every bit of hunger between them to show through his voice. Wants Naruto to see him. "Just you."
Sasuke hardly has time to register the appearance of the clone beneath him, wild-eyed with pupils gone sharp, before Naruto is pulling them back to lift him into the clone's lap. He spares a fleeting thought for the shiver which runs through him at the way Naruto handles him as though it's nothing, despite their being near matched in size, before the clone's cock is filling him anew and four hands are searing bruises into his skin. It turns out to be a good thing, because when Naruto steps up behind him, erection a wet, tickling heat where it brushes the swell of his ass and slips a finger in alongside the clone's cock, Sasuke can hardly find the wherewithal to keep himself balanced. Falling back against Naruto's chest, thighs burning, not entirely sure when his hips started moving entirely of their own volition.
"You're going to take everything I give you," his head falls back against Naruto's shoulders. It's not a question, he answers anyway.
"Yes," he swears, "everything," the clone has leant forward to bite at his neck, wrap his arms around his waist, while Naruto runs the fingers of his free hand along the dip of Sasuke's groin, pressing where he knows it makes Sasuke need so much the weight of it becomes painful. Another finger works its way inside and the burn of it shakes something loose inside Sasuke's chest, leaves him feeling rattled and unstable, hand coming up to grip at whatever he can reach, Naruto's nape, the clone's shoulder, chest, as a sound wounded sound tears out of his chest.
Naruto's fingers fuck into him, keeping pace with the clone who reaches up with one hand to grip at Sasuke's jaw, meet his eyes.
"What would you let me do to you?"
"Anything," Sasuke groans, past hearing the shake in his own voice, "I don't care. If it's you, I don't care."
The noise of approval which reverberates through Naruto's chest is more felt than heard because Naruto is flush against him, then, and Sasuke's arm is shaking, muscles tense with exhaustion, need, anticipation when Naruto pulls his fingers from him and pushes the head of his cock against Sasuke's swollen rim.
"Fuck," the words are sandpaper through his throat. It burns, bruises, but Naruto's hips don't give an inch and eventually, he feels himself give way, feels the broad, aching stretch of Naruto twice over, opening him up and hollowing him out.
They go slower, then, and it's all Sasuke can do to keep from convulsing from the sheer, overwhelming force of sensation, to keep from falling apart. He doesn't move but they don't need him to, lifting him, pushing and pulling, reaching him deep, too deep, using Sasuke's body without heed.
"You really won't say no to me, will you?" Sasuke is beyond words, but some distant, instinctive part of him still recognizes the thread of awe colouring Naruto's voice. He's pressed close enough now Sasuke can bring his arm up behind him, around Naruto's neck, tilt his head back against his shoulder to kiss, lick, bite at the underside of his jaw, mindless with the desire to taste. To promise.
"You're mine," there's steel in Naruto's voice, hard and unyielding, and the pace picks up. Sasuke is reduced to a moaning, mewling, grunting thing as he claws at Naruto's hair. He feels untethered, every muscle worn and threatening, strung too tense for too long, heart beating a rhythm against his chest which rattles in his bones and makes him shake. When the band finally snaps and Sasuke's orgasm breaks, the clone disappears and they tip forward, spilling onto the bed as Naruto follows him over the edge, grinding down hard into his hips, reaching so deep Sasuke can practically taste the warm release of him inside.
Sasuke turns to pull Naruto close and pull the breath from his lungs before they've quite managed to catch their breath, the emptiness he feels now Naruto is gone from him feels miserable and sore but it's easy to chase the sensation away with messy, languid kisses and hands gripping tight and brushing soft wherever they can reach.
Afterwards, Naruto cleans them up while Sasuke lies back, splayed out boneless and without shame across the bed. He brings him the sweets Sasuke likes to pretend aren't hidden in the back of the cupboard and slips them into his mouth between kisses. The fire is gone from his eyes, leaving only love in its wake.
A/N: I absolutely love all the tender/intense fics about these two, but there's literally so much emotional damage between them, you can't tell me they don't find some interesting means of catharsis.
Fun fact: I went to sleep, woke up after two hours with The Vision™, banged this out, then passed out again. Might be the new secret sauce for making sure things turn out Extra Horny.
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