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Sasuke groaned when his tip encountered a firm—as though impenetrable—restriction. He knew right away what it heavily implied. The thought should have added into his hesitation to go all the way. It should be reason enough for him to always have it in mind to be as gentle as he could.
For all he knew, it only fuelled his thirst; the desire to taste, to penetrate, to claim her.
"Why are you stopping?" she meekly asked instead, it didn't help to preserve his conscience at all.
He pushed the need to groan down his throat in success, but he really wasn't sure it would also apply to the matter down there. "Is this your first time?"
Her pretty lashes fluttered as she lowered her gaze. "…Yes."
She shouldn't have given in to him so easily. She was too trusting.
He didn't even trust himself.
… It seemed as though running into her again was inevitable.
He didn't believe his eyes at first. He thought his brain had had enough of revolving around endless thoughts concerning a particular someone. As much so that it somehow managed to create an impeccable imitation of said person.
But it wasn't his brain playing tricks on him. Hyuuga Hinata seemed just as startled as he was.
"Why are you here?"
"Uchiha-taichou…?"
It didn't take long—probably even faster than their previous occasions—until he caught the first sniff of her pheromones…
"U-Uchiha…"
His name on her lips… It shouldn't be allowed to escape her lips. It really shouldn't.
Not only his brain in full gears pondering over the feel of his name on her lips, he also picked up his speed down there. Something sinfully tempting poked on his mind.
How would it feel to be called by the name given personally to him?
The mere thought was enough to dry his mouth down to the throat. He licked his bottom lip, and he really, really couldn't stop the scoff that followed to address his own audacity. "It's Sasuke outside of work."
She went quiet then, even as he thrust into her like he wouldn't have the chance again. The Hyuuga needed her lesson, the one he would willingly provide.
Her eyes widened when he suddenly withdrew only to thrust back into her. "S-Sasuke!"
He could—and would do anything just for her to call him by his first name again. Anything.
…The wind blew harshly on his face, yet he couldn't seem to have the capacity to care since the usually scant worry he had had all been used up to someone writhing in his arms.
He looked down to her. At the time, taking her with his arms was the only thing he could think of to save her. Now with her pheromones only escalating by the second and his thirst threatening violently to break free, he began to think that he wasn't right in the head to begin with.
Another surge of pheromones hit his nostrils. Sasuke shook his head, held his breath, and diverted back his eyes forward only to squint at the familiar road he could even take with eyes closed. What was he thinking? Was he really going to take her there? To the apartment he called home?
Was saving her from being found out really the objective he had in mind?
His eyes flashed red for half a second.
What about saving her from him?...
"We are not done yet," he found himself saying as he felt his length was steadily hardening inside her. He pulled out halfway, then thrust into her unnecessarily, then pulled again, then thrust into her again.
It didn't feel right and he knew exactly why. He just didn't want to part with her ever constricting canal just yet. After another set of pull-and-thrust that felt really good but couldn't compare to the feel when there wasn't sticky liquid inside the rubber hindering his movements, he pulled out from her completely then, hands already extended towards the nightstand to withdraw a new package of condom. He chanced a look to the woman beneath him. His hands stumbled with the simple act of tearing the packaging as excitement within him grew when he saw that she was simply watching him in open wonder. As if she wished she was the one opening it for him thus speeding the process.
When their eyes met, her eyes widened, her already flushed face reddened, and he was ready more than ever.
…When he dived his head towards hers, he hadn't quite calculated he would meet her lips so soon. The feel of her lips on his startled him. A jolt at the intensity he wasn't at all prepared for spread out like wildfire from his lips down to the feet. His lips hovered over her lips as he had to pull away slightly to attenuate the sensation lest he lose control. He stayed that way longer, sensing that it also affected the Hyuuga somehow since she all but taking her time as well.
Then, in a much slower and deliberate movements, he reclaimed her lips. Even as he tried his hardest to be as slow and less impactful as possible, something inside his chest said otherwise. It exploded inside. Something inside the small space he called ribcage was trying to break free. The burn travelled up to his throat as it searched a way for an escape. An escape, one that he reluctantly admitted was easy for him to provide.
It seeped through the little breath he exhaled and recoiled with higher intensity when he inhaled. He had to open his mouth to let some of the steam off.
Their fire collided once she opened her lips in response to that.
But it didn't suffice.
He was very much aware how he'd tightened his hold on her waist while the other hand slithered smoothly onto her nape to eliminate whatever minimal space left between them—if there was any.
Still, it wasn't enough.
His hands then made their way to the zipper on her back, playing with it for a bit just to wait for her reaction. She merely kissed him deeper…
His hands found extreme comfort on her hips, they gripped on her like everything between them depended on it, which it did. It was the leverage he needed as his thrusts grew erratic and desperate. Sasuke was pounding on her like a madman. He was looking for something, an end to the passage that felt too small for his length yet accommodating all the same.
Obsidian pools of unbridled ardour travelled up to her glistening back. Generous drops of sweat adorned the otherwise immaculate skin. Her long hair flowed wildly and stirred with every move he produced. The silky strands parted on slender neck and fell on the sheet beneath them in two midnight cascades.
He wasclose.
He pushed upward and glued his chest to her back, one hand nestled on her hip, gripping even tighter, the other making its way to engulf a breast.
She was a moaning mess.
When her arms failed her and her face fell in a silent thud on his pillow, Sasuke kissed her shoulder and let his cheek settle on the warmth of his top on her neck as he rampaged into her on and on… and on.
Even as her neck grew more and more vulnerable for access with every thrust, all that had been filling his mind was the sole thought of how delightful and … glorious it had been to be inside her. It was heavenly… a life-changing wonder.
He was so fucking close.
…With the pull in between his fingers, he slid the zipper smoothly down to her waist. They locked eyes as he lifted the hem of her blouse and she rose both of her arms.
He wanted to see her, was all he chanted over and over. Yet, at the sight of her neck, he couldn't do much aside from looking at nothing but her neck. He could feel his eyesight changing.
Mark her…
The need to sink his teeth onto her exposed neck crawled like malignant growth of thorn bush from deep within his core, burst in waves with every sniff of her pheromones. His success in keeping the urge under control came at a cost of an almost debilitating headache.
He bit the inside of his cheeks to obscure the source of pain. Before they could bleed, he quickly removed his own top and settled it on her neck.
The relieving effect took place almost instantaneously.
Her eyes were questioning his actions. But once he kissed her again, she responded without less vigor.
He paid little heed to where he had let her bra fall since all he could do at the moment was to stare.
To stare and appreciate.
She was even more beautiful—more than what he had originally tried to believe…
Another spent rubber hit the inside of the metal trashcan. A large hand, calloused from yielding countless of weapons, yet trembling in wanton excitement, reached out to tear another packaging.
Dark eyes shot up to meet pale ones when a much smaller hands, yet steadier, put a halt on his reckless movements by applying pressure on his shoulders. Prompted, curious, and harboring nothing against it, he let the woman do her thing with ease as he looked up at her the more his head hit closer to the bed.
Straddling him, the Omega bit her bottom lip as she took the foil packaging and proceeded to open it without any hustle. She took time sheathing his member in a far too diligent manner. Her fingers lingered longer on the base of his shaft and Sasuke just stared… eyes unblinking, lips slightly agape, and his length hardening and growing.
Uchiha Sasuke was no patient man by any stretch of the imagination. But he inwardly chided himself over and over to remain calm. This side of her… he was beyond thrilled to witness such a startling shift.
He couldn't help the grip on her hips that was getting tighter and tighter though.
Still biting her lip, she aligned herself on his expecting member. When their most intimate parts made the slightest contact, they both moaned.
Sasuke almost lost it all if only she slipped herself down a second too long.
He welcomed the relief from being inside her too soon since almost immediately after receiving barely half of him the Hyuuga stilled. The usually even brow contorted in discomfort, her lips swollen and red tore under ruthless biting, and strands of dark hair stuck to naked skin in arbitrary pattern.
Yet she was constricting relentlessly down there.
His own forehead contorted in frustration and… desperation, his lips were mere seconds from spouting out shameful pleas, his hair was almost raked by his own hands had they not been already resided on her hips.
And he was painfully throbbing down there.
Sasuke stiffly removed his hold on her hips to instead wrap her hands with his and brought them to rest on his waist, all the while maintaining eye contact. The woman on top of him understood his message, was thankful of his encouragement perhaps as she held his waist securely as if he hadn't been the one that had brought her pretty hands there. But she still didn't move.
"…Move," he rasped, voice thick with want and wounded pride.
Then she moved.
She hadn't been thankful of his encouragement… she had wanted him to beg. His eyes widened at the realization as he watched her move against him in a desired pace, eyes closed, lips parted slightly releasing sounds of pleasure.
His pride, damaged and spent, was harmed even further.
Yet the winning side of his quarreling egos wanted her to do him as she pleased.
Then he let her.
He let her do all the work while he lied down in silence, witnessing the way her expression change in every move, relishing the way his name pronounced in different tones.
"…Sasuke."
"Sa…suke."
"Sasuke."
"Sasuke…"
"Sasu… ah!"
She let out a long whine as she climaxed, body turning into a lump slowly falling onto his chest. His hips jerked upwards in impetuous thrusts—a desperate attempt for a release—as he encircled his arms around the limp body.
When he eventually reached one, he let his eyes close, body and mind in complete surrender to the incoming languor and drowsiness. Because if he didn't, he knew he would need another release, and another… and another.
He should let her rest. So he decided to rest too.
Author's Note : I still have one SHM22 prompt left to work on my drabble project (day 24 prompt, please do read Winding Road and show some love hehe) but my brain opted to focus on this chapter of Fated Pair instead. I guess... this made this chapter a SHM22 special.
*coughs nervously* what do you think about this chapter? Is it confusing?
Content-wise, this is the ... most of the most ... I've ever managed to pull off.
Well, see you next chapter. (I have exam in 2 days, wish me luck.)