That feels good. That feels really, really good.
Deidara was still trying to believe that what was happening right now was very, very real and that he wasn't just dreaming: the hot wetness of Sasori's mouth was indeed between Deidara's legs and he was indeed giving him head. It just felt so surreal; not only was it a new feeling but Deidara never would've thought that Sasori and him would ever be this intimate. Sure, he'd had these sorts of thoughts before, but he always dismissed them with inner embarrassment that he was just being stupid and it was never going to happen.
Sasori's lips left Deidara's groin with a parting flick of the tongue at the tip just before Deidara came. It was pure coincidence: Sasori's lips were growing sore and he had wanted to leave the blow job alone for a while until his jaw recovered and lost some of its tiredness. It now hung slack as he crawled back up Deidara's lean torso and his body relaxed and he practically sunk into Deidara, groaning in pleasure at the feel of warmth and comfort provided by the Iwa nin.
Deidara, on the other hand, was still recovering. He wanted to push Sasori off so he could take care of his junk but he thought better of it as soon as Sasori relaxed onto him, his body shifting slightly in what seemed to be an effort to get into a comfortable position.
"Sasori?" Deidara reached over and retrieved the strewn blanket from the floor. Now that both of them were sweating, the brief wind that had blown just now had felt somewhat chilling and he didn't want either of them to catch a cold. He threw it haphazardly over Sasori, noticing how nicely it sat on the sleekness of his body. Deidara shifted a little, cringing as it hurt a little down there as Sasori's body chafed against his.
"Deidara…," Sasori's voice tickled Deidara's neck. The redhead breathed in and shifted slightly, feeling a sizeable amount of his leg dampen as it came into contact with Deidara's mess. "…I think we should stop here,"
"Damn right," Deidara reached down in an effort to sort himself out down there, in the process of doing so his fingers brushed against the inside of Sasori's legs, making the puppeteer groan in slight annoyance. "I've had enough anyway, un,"
"Going that far…it's too much for the first time,"
"But…," Deidara paused as he fiddled around a bit. "…I thought you were the adventurous one,"
Sasori snorted softly into the moonlit air. "Hardly,"
"So what does this…this mean?" Deidara's hand came up again and he used it to flip a lock of hair out of the way, leaving the curve of his tan shoulder open and looking very inviting. Sasori, as if under a spell, angled his head and bit lightly into the flesh, breathing in and trying to remember the scent of Deidara.
"It means you and I had sex,"
"I don't mean it in the literal sense, dummy," Deidara smiled playfully, winding a lock of slightly curly red hair at the back of Sasori's head around his finger, liking the contrast of his black nails against the red hair.
"Fine…," Sasori said slowly. "…well, I don't consider us a couple, so much as a…," he paused to gauge Deidara's reaction to the couple comment. Seeing none, he went on. "I suppose, though, if you want to—,"
"No, no," Deidara said. "I don't want to call you my boyfriend,"
Sasori felt surprisingly stung by the comment, but chose not to let it show. He didn't want to seem needy.
"Neither do I," he said solemnly. He cleared his throat quietly. "So, what are we?"
"Friends with benefits," Deidara grabbed Sasori's head and lifted it up so that they could kiss. "That's what we are," he breathed before closing his mouth around Sasori's and finding the other guy's tongue with his own.