title: scopophilia
rating: M / R+18 go away kiddies!
words: 456
prompt: from the sasusaku kink meme: Teasing Sakura. I want Sasuke watching her, JUST watching her (for the time being nyehehehe) while she touches herself. IN FULL DETAIL.
notes: i know the anon who requested this. dammit. XD i had no choice but to write it for her, danggit. i still have a million of kinks to respond to. so yes, do not worry, i'll finish them all, muahaha!
He taps his fingers, impatient, on the arc of his knee, with his legs splayed on the navy sheets and his desire evident under the scant moon light, enough for her to see how much he wants this.
At first, blood rushes to her cheeks, to the tips of her ears and the top of her nose. Green eyes fix themselves on the gray plaster wall, trying to calm her breathing. Slowly, she settles herself open before him, sitting wide on the wide space in between his thighs. Fighting off the intimidating stare that set her veins ablaze, she closes her eyes, imagines the small pair of hands as his, and places smooth thumbs over the swells of her chest.
His calf on the side of her waist twitches as she moves gradually. In the covering darkness and the stifling heat, her hands tremble, still unsure. Her nakedness is gradually painted with her faint blushes, arousing the small hills of flesh as her damp skin cools and reheats, like the touches of sunrise on a white terrain. Irises - like coals that hid sparks - flares red as it travels the length of her arms, the hollow of her throat that quivers at the beats of her pulse.
The pale tips become a more prominent pink as she becomes reckless in her movements, her breathing more shallow like the trickling sweat from her nape. And unable to fight the urge, she lets out a hiss - and he almost echoes the sound - when her shaking right hand trails to her taut stomach, pads lingering to press on her navel, the edges of her curls and dips them to her dampness.
His mouth thins, yet he cannot help but exhale sharply, trying to restrain himself, slowly as she plucks herself, with a whisper of a (his) name. Unable to balance her almost convulsing body, she leans to his outstretched arm, shivering as she bites her lips to muffle a scream, half-lidded gaze on his. Her body curls when every nerve in her flares and shoots up tiny jolts of thunder through her skin, and her head bends forward, with her rose hair sliding off the berth of her hips, almost shielding her flushed form from the world except to his gaze, buckling as she stroked harder, faster, trying to kindle more of that liberating fire ablaze inside her.
"Sas-!"
His name barely made it out when a silent gasp and a breathless moan reels from her mouth, sweet rivers flowing to his skin, to her sieving fingers and to the earth of their sheets beneath them.
And as she collapses against him, her temple against the crook of his shoulder, her limbs across his arms and the hard heat against the base of her spine, an all-consuming heat burns her again when he grasps her wrist and lets her wet finger graze the curve of his pleased smirk.