"Just more?" Sasuke teased, knowing his friend had never experienced anything sexual in his life. Gaara's cheeks turned pink again.
"Sasuke... you know I've never –"
"I know." He leant in and kissed the read-head softly, gently suckling his bottom lip. He loved to tease Gaara, but hated to make him feel uncomfortable.
Sasuke sat up and un-straddled Gaara. He slid off the bed and stood looking at the Kazekage. Gaara didn't like it. He thought Sasuke was just teasing him again, to be mean. He got angry.
"Very funny, Uchiha! I'm getting sick of your crap! Stop teasing me! It isn't funny. It hurts..." his voice broke, tears started falling. Great. Now I'm crying in front of the bastard. Gaara had been teased his whole life, and humiliated at every opportunity before he'd become the Kazekage. Now the person he'd thought was his friend was doing it to him, too? He couldn't take it anymore!
Sasuke smiled. He grabbed Gaara's hand and pulled him up into a warm hug. His heart broke when he saw the tears finally escape his best friend's control.
"Oh, Gaara... I wasn't teasing. I was just thinking what to do with such a priceless treasure as you." He placed a soft kiss on his friend's Ai tattoo. He had to do everything just right with this man. Or he'd blow it. "Relax." He slid his hands up Gaara's top, feeling the taught muscles. He loved the way they flinched as his hands tickled their way up. He stopped when he reached Gaara's chest, holding both sides of his rib cage. The top was bunched over his wrists. He looked into Gaara's eyes, asking permission to take it off all the way. He received a nod. The top flew across the room in an instant.
Sasuke stood back, taking in every detail he could of Gaara's torso. He'd always thought the man was beautiful but he'd never known he was perfect.
"What?" Gaara folded his arms in front of himself, getting uncomfortable at the intense stare coming from the Uchiha. He half-turned away from the other man. Sasuke chuckled.
"Nothing!" He took hold of the other's wrists and pulled his arms away, so they weren't obstructing his view. "You're beautiful. Wonderful. Perfect," he kissed his way from Gaara's neck to his collar bone, kissing in between praises. He needed to make up for all the teasing about his friend's weight and physique over the past few months. He felt a sudden twinge at the thought of how cruel he'd actually been.
"I'm sorry, Gaara... I didn't know how deeply my words actually affected you." He hugged the shorter man tightly, pressing their bodies together. Gaara didn't hug back, he just stood there with his arms by his sides, his forehead to Sasuke's chest, trying not to cry again. He didn't know why, but he was suddenly very emotional. Stupid Uchiha.
"It's ok..." he whispered.
Sasuke lifted him up so he could wrap his legs around his waist. "It isn't. But, I'll try to make it up to you." He grinned and pulled away. He didn't feel like getting too emotional at that moment. He wanted to pound his friend into the mattress.
Sasuke felt he needed to let Gaara know just how serious he was about this; he didn't want to make him feel used. He placed gentle kisses all over his face. From his forehead, over both eyes, his cheeks and his lips, to his pulse. He let Gaara know he was loved.
"If you feel uncomfortable with anything, tell me," Sasuke whispered as he made his way back to Gaara's temple, kissing every inch along the way. He received a nod. He smirked against Gaara's ear. "I'm going to make you scream, Kazekage." Gaara had to suppress a shudder at those last words. Sasuke's voice was so deep, so sexy... he'd never realised how incredibly attractive his ambassador was.
Sasuke sat Gaara back onto the bed and pushed him back. He pulled the smaller man's sandals and pants off, leaving him in his red cotton boxers. Sasuke smirked.
"I thought you were more of a silk man, myself..." he muttered as he began to undress himself. At this point, Gaara looked like he was trying not to panic. Sasuke lay on the bed next to him, on his side, and placed a comforting hand on the red-head's stomach, tracing gentle circles. "What's wrong? You want me to stop?"
Gaara was as pale as ever, he wouldn't look anywhere near Sasuke and didn't move at all. It was like he was petrified.
"Gaara?" Sasuke rubbed a little firmer, trying to get his friend's attention.
Oh kami, what do I do? He's next to me, practically naked... what if I do something wrong and he decides he's wasted his time? I don't think I could handle that kind of rejection! Why did I get myself into this? Why? Whywhywhywhywhywhy? Gaara was lost in his own thoughts. He had no experience with this kind of thing. He had no idea what was expected of him. How am I supposed to act? I don't think I could do 'sexy'. How am I supposed to touch Sasuke? What if Sasuke doesn't want me to touch him? What if I make a fool of myself even more than I already have? What if I disgust him? What if I hurt him? I don't think I can be gentle...
"Gaara!" Sasuke yelled, yanking Gaara out of his thoughts. The Kazekage started and looked over at Sasuke, the most movement he'd made in the last ten minutes. His eyes were wide, scared. "Gaara, what's wrong?" Sasuke cupped his face, bringing his own closer, so they were millimetres apart. He gently kissed the soft lips beneath his and rested his forehead on Gaara's.
"I... don't think I can do this." Sasuke's eyes went wide. What?
"What do you mean? You said you wanted more."
"I know... I... I just don't know what to do! I don't want to hurt you." He looked away from Sasuke and sat up to re-dress himself. Sasuke caught his arm before he could get very far.
"What do you mean 'hurt me'? I'm not a doll! Gaara," he chuckled, "you haven't had Shukaku in you for a long time, now! And I'm sure I can take care of myself... and as for not knowing what to do... I don't care! I'll show you! I can help you!" He hugged the frightened Kaze to him, his arms wrapped tightly around the slight torso. "Let me?" And Gaara melted.
Sasuke laid himself gently on top of Gaara, finally getting the skin-on-skin contact he'd been waiting for, for so long. He heard Gaara's breath hitch at the contact and smiled soothingly, placing a kiss on those delicious, soft, pink lips he loved so much.
He set his knees to either side of Gaara's hips, so he was straddling him once more. He made his way down to the leader's chest via kisses and nips, loving every hitch in breath and moan and mewl that came from the gorgeous man beneath him. When Sasuke got to the dusky nipples, he smirked. He couldn't wait to taste them. He already loved the way Gaara's mouth tasted, and the rest of his skin, but the hardened peaks before him beckoned to his mouth like ramen to a Naruto. He suppressed a shudder at his awful analogy and descended on his treat: Gaara's left nipple.
Oh, kami! What is he doing? That feels so... ohhh... Gaara's thought process was cut off. He could no longer think coherently; he was down to vowel sounds of pleasure. No one had touched him so intimately before. Apparently, his nipples were very sensitive... Sasuke was loving this. The moans coming from his lover were just divine. He wondered what would happen if he....
"OH!" Gaara apparently liked being bitten on his nipple. Sasuke grinned, pulling away and making his way to the right one. "S-Sasuke... what're you doing?" Gaara felt something in him stir. He felt something tighten. It was his boxers. He pushed Sasuke off and looked down at his now tenting underwear. His eyes widened. "What's happening?" He was astonished. It had never moved before! And now, it was...
"You're getting hard. You've never had an erection before?" Sasuke couldn't believe it. Poor Gaara... that means he's never jacked off... never come... never orgasmed! Sweet kami, I have to help him! He reached over and tugged down the boxers hiding the delicious treat from them both. Gaara made no move to stop him. He was more curious than Sasuke.
Nestled in a patch of soft, crimson curls was the most mouth-watering thing Sasuke had ever seen. Gaara's penis was huge. He would never have thought this of such a small man. It was about nine inches, a healthy pale colour like the rest of Gaara's body, with a swollen, rosy head. He could see the vain under it pulsing. The sack under them looked tight and smooth... delectable. Sasuke groaned, feeling himself give a large throb in his own boxers.
"No wonder you had that gourd on your back... you had to balance yourself, or you'd fall on your face because of this thing!" Sasuke couldn't help himself. He had to tease. He chuckled when Gaara's cheeks turned pink.
"Is yours like this?" He didn't make eye contact. He was still looking at his engorged member.
"No," Sasuke smirked. "Mine's bigger." He laughed when Gaara glared at him, finally tearing his eyes away from the new discovery.
Gaara had a sudden urge to see. He quickly straddled Sasuke, captured his wrists in one hand, holding them above his head, against the bed, and pulled his boxers down with the other, revealing his hard-on. After a moment of analysis, Gaara realised what he'd just done. His eyes went wide as he let go of Sasuke, and flung himself away.
"I'm sorry..." he whispered, turning away, embarrassed that he'd overpowered his friend. Sasuke raised an eyebrow. He was completely turned on by this enigmatic man before him. He crawled over and scooped Gaara into his arms and held him, kissed his forehead and whispered, into his ear.
"It's OK. I love you." He peeled off both their boxers and flung them across the room. He hugged Gaara, who clung to him desperate for affection. Sasuke's heart skipped a beat. He knew how his friend... his lover felt. He'd felt that way when Itachi left him all alone, so many years ago. A tear made its way down his cheek, and landed in the crimson locks of his love's hair.
Sasuke laid Gaara back down on the bed, kissed his cheek, then his mouth as he snaked his hand down between his legs, to re-harden the softening member. He wrapped his slender fingers around the surprisingly large shaft and started pumping slowly; matching the pace of their kisses. Gaara broke away with a gasp at the sensation he was feeling. He'd never felt so good. He moaned and writhed under Sasuke, clutching his back, arching into his hand, just... wanting more.