Although Kakuzu followed him like a crab, Naruto still found it hard to believe that he had succeeded in his intention of conquering the weasel, convincing that stingy giant beyond belief.
So he went all perky into the lap dance private room. Here the lights were even more dim, the dark purple neon, almost with blue shades, while illuminating the environment, prevented the light by their nature. On the right side a small bar counter, if Naruto wanted a drink he was sure it would be the weasel himself to serve it to him, he grinned thinking this could be a very tasty occasion. A large red velvet sofa with small yellowish bulbs surrounding its wide but thin back was facing an empty and central space, the blond immediately realized that he would have to sit there to suffer the massacre that the weasel would have inflicted on him soon without mercy.
He decided to give freedom back to the handsome masked dark-haired man by placing him on the ground while remaining enchanted to admire his slim but perfect body wrapped up in that system of black leather belts. He immediately began to fantasize about the show that would now do everything for him. He realized it was going to be hard to keep from touching him since he already felt his sex tense to the max and still nothing had happened. Kakuzu had made him understand that by giving him a big tip he could also use his hands, with an even more substantial one the stingy manager could even get to close the door without only that pink curtain separating them from the rest of the room, to allow him to soak the cookie somewhere. However Naruto was well aware of the figures that he was capable of shooting Kakuzu and that for this he would have to take out a mortgage.
"Give me just a few moments, I'm going to put on some music."
The weasel had spoken for the first time, his soft and gentle voice making Naruto feel a wave of warmth flowing through him. The blond didn't know what to answer, this had already paralyzed him; to unlock himself, while the other moved away momentarily, he turned towards the giant who he had planted in front of him with crossed arms and who was scrutinizing him insistently through the long fringe that was across his eyes: "damn it, Kakuzu, but I must have you on my tail all time? I think I have the right to enjoy a little privacy."
"Don't be smart, Naruto, I'll stay out here anyway, the first wrong thing you do I'll kick your ass out. The guys have a duty to warn me when customers reach out too much."
Kakuzu exited the room, yet the blond continued to see his huge shadow through the thin curtain. The weasel had just come back to him after playing some very soft music, Naruto felt his heart go into a sudden acceleration as his head went empty and foggy.
"How about we have a drink?" Naruto unleashed a beautiful smile in an attempt to break the ice, however he also had to admit that this was a trick to finally try to see the weasel's face, to drink he would have had to remove his mask by force.
If his face is at least as beautiful as his body, I could seriously faint.
Naruto watched spellbound the preparation of yet another Cuban sitting on the bar stool, he crossed his legs in an attempt to hide the now very evident swelling in his pants. The weasel held out the glass to him with his elegant hands and the blond at that moment noticed his nails painted purple. The mysterious dark-haired sat next to Naruto after purposely moving his stool as close to the blond's as possible. Naruto literally felt dizzy watching the weasel's perfect butt settle on the small seat.
Now that they were so close his turquoise eyes lost themselves in all those particulates he hadn't noticed before, the ribs of his delicate neck, the slightly protruding collarbones, the veins running through his feet probably tortured to the max by stiletto heels. Naruto almost seemed to feel the heat emanating from the white skin of the weasel even if, probably, it was just an impression of him.
"You don't drink?" Naruto was visibly shaking as Naruto started rubbing his hands up his inner thigh.
"I'm working" now the weasel had placed Naruto's leg in his lap starting to massage it.
"Don't you take off your mask even in the private room? Don't send me home without letting me admire your face" Naruto's breath trembled and by now this was out of his control.
A moan escaped him as the other, who had no intention of answering his question, dug the tips of his elegant fingers into his groin.
Naruto had literally drained his drink in no time at all, now he could only look at the dark-haired man with a languid look that could very well be interpreted as stupid.
Apparently the weasel momentarily took pity on him as he gently grabbed his hands to lead him to the red sofa on which he would turn him into his prey. The blond sat down pretending nonchalance even though his legs trembled, he spread his arms on the wide back simulating relaxation while he gave a tight smile to the weasel who was positioning himself in that sort of mini-track that he had in front of him.
Without having warned, the mysterious dark-haired had started to move his lithe body with a sinuosity that was truly out of the ordinary, Naruto swallowed taking his hands off the back, now even just feigning security was beginning to be almost impossible for him, he felt his mouth widen while his blue eyes they dilated until they almost escaped from the sockets, he even felt a slight pain for this.
The nameless dancer had begun to caress his skin, those fine hands passing over the perfect shapes of the abs, the narrow hips and the evident but not exaggerated pecs. Naruto realized that perhaps this was the part he liked the most about that body, he tried to imagine what he would have felt if those hands had been his, that thought made his boxers inflate even more, he grit his teeth to resist the temptation to put a hand inside. Instead it was his weasel that insinuated his fingers under the leather flap that covered his intimacy. Naruto felt the flames eat into the pink skin of his cheeks.
It was his right hand, I have to remember that, I'll see if later I'll be able to at least catch his scent up there.
However the blond's mind was clouded, he was finding it increasingly difficult to keep a logical thread. The weasel's hands went up to elegantly unfasten the belts from the two golden rings that held them together, the belt system slid to the ground with an imperceptible rustle touching his white skin, only the one that covered the sex anchored directly to his waist remained on him. He did a half pirouette now showing his back to Naruto, the cascade of jet-black hair flowing down his white shoulders. The blond's confused mind just had time to consider that he had never seen anyone in his life who had hair so straight before wincing as he saw the dark-haired man lean forward literally slamming his butt in his face, a purple-enamelled hand peeped into between the legs caressing the shape of the testicles. Naruto no longer connected, he sighed loudly as he started swaying with his pelvis instinctively and without realizing it.
The dark-haired man approached him even more, now Naruto was starting to smell his perfume, he just couldn't tell if it was the skin or some product with which he cared for his splendid hair. His weasel sat on the ground spreading his slender legs in a split as he had done earlier on stage as he twirled on the pole. He got down on his knees, these seemingly mundane movements looking absolutely out of this world when performed by him. The touch of his right hand on the nape of Naruto's neck made the blond shake violently, he tried to hint a smile focusing on the holes in the mask, he was sure he saw the glitter in his eyes, the effect of the neon made them look red for a while moment. The weasel got to his feet sinuously arching his back.
Naruto bit his lower lip hard as Naruto's ankle landed on his right shoulder, he swayed his lithe body before resting both feet on the ground to pull off the last straps he still had on. Naruto's self-inflicted bite became even more inexorable, he just nearly bled, he stifled a groan badly as he saw that the dark haired's sex was swollen even if not to the max. The weasel turned away very quickly, sitting on the blond's lap, who threw his head back stifling a cry while the weasel moved, deliberately pressing on that stiffness that she clearly felt under his buttocks.
From now on it was a crescendo that Naruto would never have believed possible, the nameless dark leaned his left leg on the back of the sofa starting to rub his sex on the blond's chest. Naruto was making a huge effort to keep his shaking hands still; the ruthless weasel, probably aware of this, raised a little to rub his intimacy directly on the bare skin of the blond's neck.
"Wow!" Naruto couldn't hold back his exclamation as he swallowed hard.
He rolled his eyes up to show the white invested by the heady scent of that perfect body. The dark-haired man sat on top of him again, he adhered his bare torso to Naruto's plum-colored satin shirt, once he had made sure that he had well sunk his butt on the blond's sex, the weasel arched backwards as he had done on stage in Shisui's arms.
"You want me to die!" Naruto was certain that if he had been heart disease he would have walked out of that room inside a coffin.
And, just like he did with Shisui, he straightened up and their bodies touched again.
Naruto couldn't hold back any longer, he absolutely didn't care about the eventuality that Kakuzu could have come in dragging him out by the ear, he slipped his tongue into the sexy navel of the dark-haired, sucked it with his lips before blowing him a kiss. Naruto felt the weasel's body wince above him, perhaps a soft moan behind that sinister mask. It was not possible for the dark to hide the excitement that was now at its peak, Naruto let out a mischievous smile.
So you're not ice, huh?
His satisfaction was abruptly interrupted by the increasingly intense lunges that the dark-haired man was making in the area between the lower abdomen and his intimacy, this time the blond's hands could not help but rest on the weasel's sinuous waist. They went down automatically following the line of the hips until they were filled with those perfect buttocks.
Kakuzu didn't intervene, the dark-haired man didn't call him Naruto felt that body sink and rise rhythmically on him which was now shaken by a powerful and irrepressible tremor, the stiffened sex of the other pressed on his belly. The mask hid his face but not the sighs that the dark let go every time he renewed that special movement. Naruto, on the other hand, like a Ferrari with broken brakes, let out shapeless grunts squeezing the firm buttocks of the weasel. The pleasure was like a rush of more tension that he couldn't escape, he hadn't taken off his clothes, that was the rule, only the weasel could do it, but it didn't matter, by now he was as if dragged by an unstoppable river, a dizzying waterfall. The blond started jerking as if in convulsions, his chest hurt and he was convinced that he could have died if he hadn't freed himself.
Patience, later I'll try to get myself sorted out before going back to Kiba and Kisame. I could not pass up this opportunity tonight.
He relaxed, abandoning himself panting on the sofa with his hair soaked in sweat glued to his forehead, even the dark-haired man collapsed on top of him for a few seconds, Naruto was sure he felt his sex pulsating, his quickened breathing was as if it rumbled behind the mask.
"Damn you were amazing, at least tell me your name."
But the weasel was forced to compose himself quickly aware that he shouldn't have gone so far. He got to his feet, picked up his belts off the floor before disappearing behind a small door that was well camouflaged at the back of the room. Naruto felt a wet sensation on the front of his shirt distinct from what he felt inside his boxers. Damnation!
Yeah, why was he now worrying so much if Kisame saw that stain?
"Hey, blondie, if you need the bathroom, it's over there on the right."
Kakuzu was laughing so hard and sincerely that Naruto would never have believed possible.
"I can?" After taking yet another Cosmopolitan from the petite bartender, Kisame had approached the handsome introverted dark haired's table, being sure that he was a slightly awkward dancer, perhaps because he was on his first day at work. Perhaps, realizing that he didn't have the right personality to carry out that kind of job, he would soon leave the job, probably even the next day.
Damn though, tonight I went a little overboard on the drinks, just because I'm celebrating my graduation.
"Of course" the boy had settled better in the chair straightening his shoulders without however letting slip away that expression halfway between desperate and glacial from his perfect face.
Impossible, am I dreaming? Is this person real? If so, it was shaped directly by the hands of God. In general, each person has some small defect, a particularity, this absolute beauty is even disturbing, you hardly know what to attach to to remember him. It won't be a cyborg that came out of Kabuto's hands!
Kisame had sat next to him noticing that the other had never looked at him since he had arrived, his big eyes, which now Kisame had seen were black, were always lost in the void as if he could see something beyond the reality that was closed to others. The only time his attention had turned towards people was the moment Naruto had rushed over with the weasel in his arms offering it to Kisame.
The expression that the dark had had was not so much anger or reproach as it might seem at first glance and as Kisame had interpreted it there and then, it was rather a sharpening of the sight of someone trying to understand. Kisame felt a slight sense of guilt creep through him thinking about this. Perhaps he was bothered by the competition from the other dancers? But then why didn't he go and perform on stage too? Was he perhaps the manager of the club? His white face was so impenetrable that it would have been nearly impossible to answer those questions just by guessing.
"Can I offer you something to drink?" Kisame was desperately trying to scratch those walls that the black boy had erected around.
How does it work now? Unfortunately I'm not very knowledgeable about places like this, Naruto told me about a manager but he doesn't seem to have one.
The dark-haired sighed, finally looking at the boy who was sitting next to him: "No thanks, I've already had a couple of beers and it's better that I stop here."
Now he could finally see that look, if he had to describe it he wouldn't have known what words to use, it was as if that unreal dark had wanted to hide his pain and his doubts behind that ice mask.
Perhaps you are aware of being perfect and showing some weakness for you would mean scratching this aura of infallibility that you constantly emanate. Two beers are nothing for normal people, but probably for a Mr. Perfect like this represent the end of the world.
"I understand, they forbid you to drink at work, I don't think it's easy to stay in a place like this." Kisame forced himself to smile now, addressing the conversation as lightly as possible.
The dark's face was disarming, the suggestive line of the chin, framed by two longer locks of hair, prevented Kisame's eyes from detaching from there, however he seemed to have been born without facial muscles, the ones that allow expressions to form.
His voice was calm, he never suffered the slightest inflection: "I'm not working."
"An evening of pleasure, then. The friends I came with are temporarily busy elsewhere" Kisame forced himself to laugh trying to infect the boy in front of him "however, forgive me, but I couldn't help but notice how you've been alone since the beginning."
The dark sighed again betraying perhaps anguish: "let's say it's not completely an evening of pleasure. I've suspected for some time that my brother works here, and as you said, it's not easy and it's not even the best. Previously he had another job that he had to leave due to force majeure. I know he does night work, he's always told me he's a security guard but I have my reasons to suspect that's not true. Unfortunately I have never had proof of this also because we see each other very little. The one with the mask they call weasel looked like him from a distance, his hair, his body, how he moves…
However my brother has a tattoo on his left shoulder while the dancer doesn't, so it's not him. For all I know the pole dance acrobat might as well wear a wig. I've been coming here almost every weekend for about a month but I still haven't figured it all out. Due to a number of circumstances I have never even been able to talk to my cousin Shisui, you saw him dance first. But he likes working here and he also enjoys it, I hope to be able to pull him aside at least one of these evenings, possibly without going through those leeches of managers. "
Damn what constancy, he must be very close to his brother and evidently he has no other ways to help him.
"I am the first time to come to this place, but I have not seen anyone who has such a tattoo until now."
The dark had lowered his eyes to the ground again without saying a word.
"Hey, Kisame, here I am!" Kiba's excited voice came before him "you can't understand how lucky I was, it's a pity you wanted to stay here, I managed to grab Shisui for a few pennies since he had been rejected by the previous boy and..." he stopped abruptly when the stern gaze of the handsome dark-haired man invested him.
The boy got up without saying anything to leave without saying goodbye to anyone.
"You just hooked up with his cousin, Kiba" Kisame couldn't hide the grin that had crept onto his lips.
"Oh, damn… but how was I to know? I'm sorry I let you get away" the brown was visibly blushed after that gaffe "Anyway I didn't, by now you too know how it works."
You didn't even tell me your name, Mr. Perfect.
"Don't worry, he doesn't work here. Rather tell me a little about this deal you made."
Kiba told how the guy who was inside the private room with Shisui ran out because he felt disappointed with the performance, he started complaining to his manager because he expected something similar to the weasel that the other evidently hadn't been able to give him . The manager was very angry with that customer who was also evidently tipsy declaring that Shisui was one of the best and that he couldn't help it if the weasel was already booked for that evening. Kiba had been attracted by these noises so he had approached, at which point Shisui's manager had thought of an offer to make to anyone who agreed to attend the performance that had already begun.
"But I assure you, Kisame, that Shisui has absolutely nothing to envy to the weasel, he has magnetic eyes and he's not afraid to show them unlike the other who hides behind that hideous mask, he's even more physically placed. I had so much fun!"
A chair moved to the top of the table caught their attention, Naruto sat without saying anything with his hair unkempt and his face decidedly unkempt.
"Damn, so the weasel bites and scratches from what I see" Kiba let out an approving whistle.
Naruto smiled without saying anything, now his main concern was the stain on the front of his shirt. He had been trying to pull her away to the bathroom for about fifteen minutes when Kakuzu had literally kicked him out to give space to the next customer. Naturally Kiba and Kisame bombarded him with questions to find out everything, but Naruto found himself pulling out a series of nothing special and a very calm thing, he didn't even know why he was doing it, but Kisame's clear eyes that looked at him curiously were as if they were turning a knife in his stomach.
Judging by his expression, Kiba didn't believe much in this constant belittling of his friend. Kisame, on the other hand, followed him carefully and Naruto understood at that moment that this was actually what interested him. Naruto finished the story with a smile as if to put it all very simple.
They made a last toast before leaving almost at the end of the club, when it was time to leave the table Naruto managed to get up last remaining behind the other two hoping that no one would notice his shirt, especially Kisame.
Indeed it was like this until they reached the car when Kiba's long eye ruined everything: "Gosh Naruto, what's on your shirt?"
"Um… nothing," the blond muttered as he turned away from him, placing a hand on the passenger door to open it.
"Come on, now show us!" Kiba had grabbed his arm grinning to force him to turn in their direction.
"Alright, I spilled the drink on myself in the privè" Naruto seemed really impatient, Kisame was sure he had never seen him like this.
"Of course, how did the weasel prepare this cocktail, using his third hand?" Kiba laughed out loud as Naruto sat in the car without saying anything more.
Kisame noticed the tension that existed inside that cockpit during the return journey, Naruto strangely had stopped talking while the embarrassment Kiba felt was almost tangible, so much so that the brown-haired man hadn't even had the courage to turn on the stereo. Kisame wanted to ask Naruto a thousand questions about what had really happened in that private room, even he wasn't fully convinced by the half-sentence avoidance that the blond had said as he sat down again at the table.
Mine is just curiosity, Naruto, I don't see anything wrong with it. I hope that in the next few days you will go back to being who you were, smiling and positive, because already… I miss you.
Kisame spoke only when they reached his house: "Thanks for everything, guys, I've never had such a nice party."
He slipped his right hand into the pocket of his black pants to retrieve the house keys, feeling absolutely nothing, his smile faded: "damn it, I lost my set of keys."
"Are you sure?" Kiba watched him in the rear view mirror.
"Unfortunately, I think so, I always put everything in my pocket for practicality, I don't want to carry bags and purses with me" meanwhile Kisame frantically looked around for real if by chance they had fallen into the car.
"Don't worry, you can still sleep at my place." Naruto had turned to look at him smiling for the first time since they had come out of the Susanoo.
His eyes regained that brightness that could not be absent for long in someone like him.
"My parents will have a stroke"
"Don't worry, Kisame, send a message to both of them explaining what happened, tomorrow they will read it as soon as they wake up, it's not the end of the world. I assure you there are worse things in life" Naruto's words and serene expression had had the usual magical positive and reassuring effect.
Kisame smiled feeling the tension slipping away from his limbs, he could no longer do without this dowry that the blond had by now. He was almost glad he'd lost his keys.
"Sorry, but by now you know that I'm messy, today I didn't expect to have you here with me. Unfortunately, it seems that I was born with this characteristic instilled in my genes" Naruto smiled in Kisame's direction as he slipped the keys into the door of his apartment located on the second floor of a building that was not at all luxurious but not as terrible as the Kabuto district or the former roadman of Sasori.
"Don't worry, what attracts me in people are their peculiarities, what makes them unique, and none of this is negative, not even the disorder" Kisame had pronounced these words thinking back to Mr. Perfect that he had met that evening. He had none of that.
"So I, if I understand correctly, am a source of attraction for you" Naruto grinned satisfied in his friend's direction after closing the door.
"I am attracted to all those people with something that makes them unique, extreme conformity and perfection is as if they disturb me."
Kisame had been waiting for a lifetime to confess all this to Naruto, he certainly didn't expect to see those words come out of his mouth like a sort of raging river. He was surprised by the great feeling of relief that invaded him immediately after.
Naruto's expression underwent a radical change becoming relaxed and sympathetic in a disarming way: "Glad you got there, Kisame, on the other hand I understood right away that I was dealing with a very intelligent boy. What you just explained to me and what you absolutely must do about yourself, is your unique being to please others, never forget that."
The blond took off his stained shirt throwing it on the floor near the washing machine just to further enhance his peculiarity.
Despite being a two-room apartment, Naruto's apartment had nothing unpleasant about it, the walls of a very light pastel green color, the parquet on the floor. In the first room, a kitchen corner with a sitting room in which two simple but immaculate white armchairs were positioned so that the two occupants had the opportunity to look at each other without assuming forced or uncomfortable postures. Two lampshades of the same color as the walls were located on the sides, however far enough away so as not to disturb the television screen positioned in front of them with their light. Naruto had sat down in the armchair closest to the window, with the curtains a slightly darker green than the walls, placing a beer on the small wooden table in front of him.
"If you want one too, help yourself."
Kisame looked at him for a moment, the blond had taken off his shirt but hadn't put anything else on, he had crossed his legs as he used to do. It had never happened before that she sat bare-chested in front of him in the living room. He had always had a lean and strong physique, although he had trained only at home as an autodidact.
Naruto simply always wore clothes that made him look a little loose and this ended up distorting the true shapes of his body, another aspect that was part of those peculiarities they were talking about earlier.
Damn how much I drank today, but if we want to be fiscal, our party isn't over yet.
This thought made Kisame's full lips stretch automatically while he opened the fridge on which was placed a gigantic magnet in the shape of a smiley face.
Sitting down in the chair next to Naruto, he couldn't help but think that now there was no longer any reason to hold back on tales of what had happened at the Susanoo.
"Well, Naruto, who were you trying to fool us with the nonsense you gave us about the weasel? When you got out of there you didn't seem disappointed at all as your words would have made it seem" Kisame smirked mischievously extending his beer towards his friend to toast.
"And in fact you have seen us more than right, Kisame. As always anyway" Naruto relaxed with a dreamy air as if the memories of just a few hours before already had to be recalled from afar "As you may have noticed he is very thin, almost to the limit of acceptable, however I imagine that to make that guy of stunts you need to be light, but the thing that can drive you crazy is his level of suppleness and the poses he is capable of striking. And then I have to admit that he knows where to touch."
The blond let out a sincere laugh.
"He took off his mask?"
Actually Kisame's real curiosity was this. He had always teased him ever since he had seen him take his first steps on stage, then it had been accentuated after meeting Mr. Perfect and the fact that he had thought even for a moment that the masked dark was his brother.
If they look alike and the weasel has even half its beauty I could dream of it at night with lots of wet boxers.
"No, unfortunately he doesn't have the slightest intention of doing it, you know what I think? He may have a nice body but in my opinion he is hideous in the face, he would make half the people flee if he pulled that crap off his face. That way at least we keep the mystery and we're all happy." Naruto drifted back into hilarity.
I don't know why but I'm sure it's not like that at all.
"Does he have any tattoos?"
"No, not even one, why?"
"Pure curiosity, I just thought that they could look good on a guy like that."
A tattoo on his shoulder is very visible, impossible to go unnoticed.
"Anyway, Naruto, I don't know if you had the same impression as me, but it seems to me that he can do much better than stunts on that pole. Frankly, I don't understand how he ended up in such a place."
Is that why Mr. Perfect worries you so much? Are you brothers for real? You're in luck weasel, if that were the case. That moretto has a heart even if he does everything to keep it hidden.
Naruto didn't know what to answer to Kisame's last remark, however he decided to draw lessons from the past evening being sure that that would be the first and the last time that he would put his hands on the weasel.
I don't know why, but I'm sure it will.
The blond got up from the armchair to go towards that of his friend. Without ceasing to look into his eyes, he sat on his armrest placing his hands delicately on his muscular thighs. He saw Kisame's big adam's apple move, perhaps his body was shaking, the blond continued. His pink hands slowly slid upward along his inner thigh, Naruto could feel the shape of the highly developed muscles, this immediately made his turquoise eyes go glassy. After the initial tension Kisame had started to relax it had been a long time since he felt anxiety when someone touched him.
They weren't the right hands.
Naruto's fingers dug into his crotch, his heart racing like it hadn't in months, perhaps this marking the end of the indefinite break from feelings he'd been self-imposing for years. Naruto didn't have the delicate features like that dark haired Susanoo, however they appeared much more pleasant in Kisame's eyes.
Yes, they are particular, unique.
Naruto was sitting on his powerful legs after taking off both pants and boxers, it all happened naturally as everything in the company of that blond. His hands began to creep under Kisame's yellow shirt, the blond was pleasantly surprised by the smoothness of that skin and how his friend had perfectly sculpted every millimeter of his statuesque body. Kisame let himself be undressed without holding back his sighs and letting go of the heat that rose from the center of his chest towards his cheeks. He had closed his eyes to better enjoy those caresses when Naruto took the opportunity to kiss him. He sucked his full lips by forcibly insinuating his very flexible tongue into his mouth.
You always know how to direct everything without forcing, following you is spontaneous and pleasant to anyone.
Keeping Kisame glued to that kiss without any alternative as two magnets of opposite polarity would have done, he had stripped the upper part of his body. Kisame felt the blond move on top of him as his hands worked their way through that extraordinarily thin hair. Naruto's had been an artfully studied move to start rubbing on Kisame's swollen sex which by now felt like it was exploding. He thought he heard the muffled noises as he began to squeeze the blond's body spreading frantic kisses between his neck and his chest. The blond moaned as he leaned his head back to better enjoy that contact, he had never been touched in that way by someone who had such full lips and their softness was making him lose his mind. Kisame unzipped his pants he had been aroused all evening for one reason or another and now he had started to feel a strange tightness in his chest. Veins swelled on his sweaty neck as he slid into Naruto holding him firmly by the hips. He was aware that he was much larger than the average size of the other boys, however Naruto didn't seem to feel the slightest pain, on the contrary, he sighed with immense pleasure. For the first time he was appreciating something totally different and opposite from what he had been with Madara. Naruto was different, so direct and spontaneous, although, unlike Madara who always seemed a bit unreachable, the blond knew how to put himself on the same level as the person in front of him while still managing to involve and drag her totally. He solved everyone's problems like drinking a glass of water without appearing arrogant, looking down on you or demanding anything in return. Sex was different, less sophisticated but much more genuine and natural, no one was held back or feared they weren't up to something, no one asked questions or had doubts.
Yes, he had still succumbed to the temptation to confront Madara but it had only lasted an instant.
Without realizing it they had synchronized his movements, Naruto was in ecstasy feeling his sex stimulated by the pronounced shapes of Kisame's abs and by the warmth of that skin so smooth and soft that it almost seemed rubbery. They had reached the summit together, in the same instant without needing to wait for each other, Kisame was so amazed by this thing that never happened that he had the sensation of being surrounded by a cascade of stars. They remained kissing on that armchair as if they were lulled by the waves of the sea on a sunny August afternoon. Naruto took Kisame by the hand to lead him into his room. As always, he paid no attention to his clothes scattered everywhere and the clear signs of the soles of some pair of Converse printed on the green plaster probably in an attempt to chase some fly. He paid no attention to that bed reduced to the shape of a dog's kennel, which this time they entered, holding each other tightly. Naruto's blond head had rested comfortably on Kisame's chest as he hugged it resting his cheek against his golden hair.
In Naruto's company, Kisame had the impression of being a child again without feeling guilty about it. The next morning, they had showered together, Naruto laughing as he saw Kisame's hair pulled down by the water and reaching past his chin.
"Wow, I'm always amazed at how long they actually are."
They had sat down at the kitchen table covered with a long white tablecloth for breakfast. The fact that the blond smeared jam and butter on his nose was neither strange nor exaggerated for Kisame who was happy to clean it with his lips and his tongue. He'd always noticed that Naruto, despite his untidiness, bestowed the utmost care on guests when he had occasion to have it. The white tablecloth, in fact, despite being decidedly too big for that table, was clean and smelled of bleach.
The blond had sat on Kisame's legs to eat as if they were an old couple, they laughed at every word, at any banality. Kisame had already once made the mistake of thinking that it would last forever, it was a real trauma to discover later that it hadn't happened even though he had taken it almost for granted. If Naruto hadn't been preceded by this mistake it will last forever he would have thought it now spontaneously, however he no longer even had that constant fear of walking on eggshells, in Naruto's company it would have been impossible to end up in thoughts of this type. Naruto had ever asked about the two bracelets he wore, Kisame wondered if his was polite discretion or if he simply thought he bought them for himself.
Kisame's parents had replied to his messages from the night before saying that there was no problem, but now he would have to go home because the loss of the keys certainly didn't justify the fact that he had moved permanently with his friend. he.
"Kisame, there's no need for your parents to wait for you at home to open you" Naruto told him after he got ready to go back in "I have your keys."
Kisame saw him while he twirled them on his finger with a mischievous smile without knowing where he had hidden them up to that moment and above all how he had managed to slip them out of his pockets without him noticing anything: he grabbed them in the air laughing.