Valentines in a few hours where I am…
There was already a thin coat of sweat making both their bodies' slick by the time they got all their clothes off, but they had hardly done anything except make out. Deidara was the one doing all the feeling, having taken his ring off, he had practically harassed every part of Sasori until Sasori felt like he was going to break apart from all the pain. Or maybe it was just how emotional he was feeling. He still wanted that cuddle, after all. He wondered again what would happen if he told Deidara he wasn't ready to have sex. Just yet. And if Deidara would take offence…
Sasori reached up and wiped the slightly disgusting lock of hair that had been plastered to the bridge of his nose and his forehead by sweat. Deidara's cheeks were hot and blotched with red. The gaze in his eyes were intense and suggested, unfortunately enough for Sasori, that he wanted it bad—and he wasn't going to be stopped. Or, if he was, it was going to be extremely difficult for him to. His eyes still locked on Sasori's he pulled the puppeteer in close. Sasori felt his heart beating wildly. He felt the burning passion. Sasori closed his eyes. Deidara's hands ran over the curve of Sasori's shoulders, sliding down the slight curve of his back. He leaned over and breathed Sasori in. Well he obviously doesn't mind the sweat…Sasori thought.
"Okay," Deidara said, retreating a little and planting a wet kiss on Sasori's chest, his tongue lingering on his nipple there. "Come here,"
Deidara motioned towards the couch at the far end of the room that he used for power naps. Sasori hesitated. He didn't know what to do.
In the end, he gave up.
He walked over. He knew what his position. Deidara was going to fuck him, that was for sure. He wasn't in the mood to do it. And Deidara was fucking horny.
He lay himself down carefully on the couch. He felt the material against his skin. He had goosebumps: everything felt sharp. Deidara got on top, panting slightly. He wiped the hair off Sasori's face, all the while, looking at him in a somewhat loving way.
"I never thought…," he began, then he stopped and shuddered. "…alright. Turn around,"
Sasori squeezed his eyes shut. He turned, his face turned on the side so that he could still breathe. Deidara's breath was loud in the room and in the sudden silence.
Deidara reached down, took the thing between his legs and gave it a small rub up and down for riddance of any tension or uneasiness there. The feeling tingled up his entire body and he choked back a small laugh of ecstasy.
I can't believe I'm doing this…his earthly delight and thrill at fucking Sasori showed on his borderline boyish features. He pushed back the thick lock of hair that always landed above his left eye and found where he was going to go almost instantly. Without thinking any more, he pushed into Sasori and as soon as he even so much as touched the inside of Sasori he had to admit that it was the best feeling in the damn world. As soon as he was in, thick and eager, Sasori himself felt that there was definitely heaven and hell: he had to admit—who couldn't—that it felt kind of weird to have something up there…but he could see the appeal. He shifted a little and felt that piece of Deidara slide a little further in. He could feel every part of it. His eyes widened and his small, child-like fingers clamped around a patch of couch.
"Oh shit…," Deidara fell forward a little, so that his breath was hot and wet on Sasori's neck. His eyes fluttered at the new feeling. He was euphoric. And it had hardly begun. Sasori felt a low, shuddering groan escape his lips and felt betrayed by his body. Physically, he loved it. Emotionally, he was regretting every single moment.
This is sex, he thought to himself as Deidara began to withdraw. Not love.
Deidara pushed in again. Sasori felt his groin grow hot. It was a torturous feeling, since his dick was pressed beneath him and Deidara, up against the slightly furry material of the couch. If he got a boner right now it would really fucking hurt.
And he did. It had nowhere to go. Except into the couch.
Now he really didn't like the direction in which this was going. His body loved it. His body wanted Deidara to keep up with that groaning and thrusting. But inside…
This is so gay… he thought. He felt Deidara up his ass again and fought back the urge to tell him to stop.
Not now…not now…