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“Can you ask again?” Naruto mumbled miserably, his head in his hands.
Sasuke shot him a glare, his patience clearly waning. At present, he and his dorm mate were seated in the emergency room, still waiting to be seen. It had been at least 2 hours since they’d arrived and it never seemed to be their turn. Well. Naruto’s turn. Sasuke had, in a moment of kindness (or weakness) chosen to accompany him.
Which was honestly the least he could do — it was Sasuke’s fault.
Despite his irritation, Sasuke did stand and make his way to the nurse’s station. If nothing else, he was a decent guy. Naruto didn’t know him very well; until tonight they’d never really shared a proper conversation. They had shared a few choice arguments over chores — Sasuke held quite the fascist cleaning regime.
Naruto had known of Sasuke Uchiha for years — they’d gone to school together almost their entire lives, but had never shared the same friend group or interests. However, Naruto had never been on Sasuke’s radar. Naruto had watched him excel in studies, sports, social situations — the guy was freakishly good at anything he tried, in stark contrast with Naruto, who felt as if life threw hardships at him from every angle.
More often than not, they were out of each other’s sight. Naruto often visited with friends in nearby dorms (who Sasuke called loud and stupid, the same way he called Naruto loud and stupid), and Sasuke would spend hours in the school library. Neither of them had ever consciously thought, ‘I need to avoid this guy’ but that’s just the way things happened to line up.
As a result, they were practically strangers.
The only time their apartment use overlapped was the evenings, where most of their tension stemmed. And that particular evening had turned into this — an emergency room visit.
Sasuke returned with two paper water cups and a frown on his face. Honestly Naruto couldn’t imagine Sasuke with any other sort of expression — the frown was like the hallmark of an Uchiha. That sort of normalcy gave Naruto the tiniest bit of reprieve — he’d take a frown over a look of concern.
“There are still 5 people ahead of you. Same as the last three times I asked.” Sasuke said, his voice tinged with irritation. He was tired, they both were. Sasuke had what he referred to as ‘otherwise perfect sleep hygiene’ if it weren’t for Naruto’s antics. Tonight had really overshadowed anything else he’d ever done, and honestly it made him feel a little guilty.
“You don’t have to —“
“I’m staying.” Sasuke said firmly, leaving no room for argument. He had a way of saying things that seemed to indicate he thought Naruto was stupid, even if he didn’t say it out loud. It made it quite a bit harder to appreciate his company. A bit quieter, a bit more gentler he asked, “Are you still in pain?”
The blood raced all the way up Naruto’s neck, face, his ears. This was the closest they’d gotten to talking about the root of the problem, the reason for their visit. He knew that Sasuke knew — he’d seen it, he’d heard Naruto sheepishly explain it to the medical receptionist but it still felt absolutely mortifying bringing it up. “I’m okay, just kinda uncomfortable.”
Sasuke nodded tersely, before taking a seat beside him. Naruto almost wished the sleepy little emergency room was busier than it was — then at least the silence between them wouldn’t feel quite so suffocating.
What was Sasuke thinking? Did he think worse of him? Was he disgusted? Would he mention it around school and turn Naruto into a social pariah, the same way high school had went? Had Sasuke heard the rumors?
No, no, chill out. While he was snobbish and sometimes a bit cold, Sasuke didn’t seem the type. Or maybe he was. Naruto didn’t know enough about him to know for sure and it was driving him absolutely insane.
“Uzumaki?” Called the nurse from the desk.
Naruto shot to his feet in a hurry at the sound of his name, wincing at the sudden shift. It was finally his turn.
“Would you like your boyfriend to come back with you?” The nurse asked kindly at the front desk, indicating Sasuke with a flick of her head.
Naruto looked back at Sasuke still seated, feeling absolutely lost. There was no way they looked like they were dating. The implication left his cheeks bright pink.
Without prompting, Sasuke rose to his feet. There was no way he’d heard (Naruto thanked his lucky stars for this small blessing), but seeing the expression on Naruto’s face must’ve compelled him to follow. Whether it was to laugh at him or support him, Naruto wasn’t sure. He hoped it was the latter.
Medical procedures were nothing new to Naruto — he’d had his tonsils removed, his shoulder dislocated and reset, he’d broken his leg in primary school after launching himself from the monkey bars (to the abject horror of his teacher, Mr. Umino). He was no stranger to the gentle pulsing of the heart rate monitor, nor the antiseptic smell permeating the halls.
What was an absolutely new experience was having someone dozing by his bed side upon waking. Sasuke had his arms folded, his chin nestled comfortably against his chest, like it was the most natural thing in the world for him to be there. Naruto thought back to fractures, scrapes, bruises, he’d never had someone waiting for him. The thought gave him a new sort of queasiness he’d never quite experienced before.
The food tray lay untouched beside him, not very appetizing but he would’ve at least expected Sasuke to have stolen a bite, they’d been there for hours. He was almost disappointed to find that wasn’t the case, the dozing Uchiha hadn’t bothered.
His groggy eyes wandered the length of his sleeping guard. A terse frown, curtain bangs half concealing his face, pale white skin, legs that seemed to go on for miles, bent at the knee and spread. Naruto tried not to linger on his crotch out of politeness, though he’d heard the rumors — or at least he’d heard the lovestruck theories of female classmates. His hands were crossed, his breath even and quiet. If Naruto had never spoken to the guy, he might say he was attractive. Of course the moment Sasuke opened his mouth, those thoughts would swiftly escape him — he threw an unopened fruit cup at the Uchiha for good measure.
Sasuke startled awake, swatting unknown assailants in his twilight sleep, a sort of gracelessness Naruto wasn’t used to. His eyes gaining focus on the blonde buffoon. “Good to know you’re feeling okay enough to be an ass.” He remarked, trying his best to hide a yawn in the back of his palm.
“You didn’t have to stay.” Naruto said quietly, a blush blossoming on his cheeks despite himself. “I know how you are about ‘sleep hygiene’.”
This seemed to bring Sasuke pause, his brow knitting together. Naruto wondered if anyone else had ever seen such a puzzling expression on the Uchiha, because it certainly wasn’t one he’d seen before. “I felt… partly responsible.” Sasuke said mildly.
“I wasn’t blaming you. It was my fault for… u-using the wrong kind of toy.” Naruto blathered, the words burning on the way out. “I’ll, um, I’ll try not to do anything when you’re home.”
“I don’t care that you’re doing it, idiot,” Sasuke began, the traces of the start of an argument entering his voice. Naruto knew that voice very well, just hearing it set his teeth on edge. “I’d just prefer that it not lead to you being hospitalized for having something stuck in your ass.”
“You said we weren’t gonna talk about it!” Naruto hissed, the blush in his cheeks swarming to fill out the rest of his face, his neck, the tips of his ears. The heart rate monitor at his bed side’s staccato picked up the pace.
“You brought it up first!” Sasuke snapped, “I was trying to be considerate of you but I guess I forgot how much of an idiot you are.”
“Well you’ve got a funny way of showing it, asshole!”
A nurse cleared her throat in the doorway, snapping them out of their argument. Sasuke composed himself immediately, sitting up a little straighter. Naruto made no effort to hide his glare.
“You should be resting.” She reprimanded, retrieving the fruit cup Naruto had thrown earlier. “And you. I’m going to ask that you leave, you’ve got this kid so worked up we thought he was having a coronary.”
Naruto didn’t miss the smirk that crossed Sasuke’s expression, seemingly pleased at the thought of being able to get under his skin. The heart rate monitor betrayed him again, filling the room with the sound of his anger.
“See?”
“I’ll come get you in the morning.” Sasuke said quietly, rising to his feet and following the nurse out without protest.
“Don’t bother!” Naruto shouted after him.
The knock at the door was unexpected.
It had been 3 days since Naruto had been released from the hospital, and he’d seen less of Sasuke than ever before. He didn’t mind it. The embarrassment was still lingering between them, and Sasuke was acting downright allergic to it, never allowing himself a moment to be in the same vicinity. Or at least that’s the impression Naruto had gotten.
When Naruto opened the door just a crack, he was met with the steely gaze of the Uchiha, impatiently waiting for an invitation inside. What are you, a fucking vampire now? Naruto thought petulantly, but opened the door wider regardless.
“Feeling better?” Sasuke asked mildly, his eyes seeming to land anywhere but Naruto — though that wasn’t surprising. He wasn’t sure Sasuke had ever been inside his room (he certainly hadn’t been in Sasuke’s). There wasn’t much to show off; a few rotting ramen cups on the windowsill, a thin layer of dubious crumpled clothes covering most of the floor, a bed in orange sheets courtesy of Naruto’s godfather. There were posters here and there, mostly of graffiti art he’d liked.
Something made Sasuke wrinkle his nose, but he entered regardless.
“Do you actually care or did you just come to make fun of me?” Naruto grumbled, flopping gracelessly on the side of his bed, already tired of the interaction.
“I don’t have anything against you being gay. Maybe I was just a little surprised to find out you were a bottom, in the… unique way that I did.”
“Stop talking!” Naruto cried, covering his head with the only battered pillow he owned.
“I’m just saying,” Sasuke continued coolly, reaching to move the pillow out of the way of the blonde’s screwed up face. “I don’t care what you do, so long as you’re being safe about it. That’s why I’m here.”
Naruto sat up straight, an argument already on the tip of his tongue. Where did Sasuke get off with his self-righteous bullshit? “I’m 24, dude. I don’t need a birds and the bees talk from a guy that’s only 3 months older than me.”
Sasuke shook his head, gesturing to the bag in his hand. It was a recycled paper bag with handles, not unlike something one might receive in a gift shop.
“I got you something.”
“I swear if there’s a fucking bible in there — ”
“Were you born this stupid or did you just grow that way?” Sasuke snapped, clearly displeased with Naruto’s complete inability to read between the lines. In three long strides over to the bed, Sasuke was upending the gift bag, dropping its contents all over Naruto’s bed and lap.
For a moment there, Naruto struggled to remember how to breath.
“What is this?”
“What do you think? You’ve got eyes, don’t you?”
“I think I need to report you for sexual harassment.” Naruto ascertained, lifting one of the alien shapes from his lap. It was bubblegum pink and had a probing finger-like shape, with a long cord and remote. It was a vibrator. Beside it, pooling at his thigh lay a variety of butt plugs in weird shapes and textures, some sort of beads on a string.
“Clearly you haven’t been shopping for the right kinds of toys. I thought I’d enlighten you a little bit, so we don’t have a repeat of last time.”
“I’m not an idiot!” Naruto snapped, uncomfortable more from the idea of Sasuke going into a sex store on his behalf, than anything else. He imagined the stoic Uchiha asking a flustered clerk what were the best and safest anal sex toys, he imagined Sasuke leaving the store with all the confidence in the world and marching straight up to his bedroom to have this conversation. There was not an ounce of shame in the guy, not one!!
“Really.” Sasuke said flatly. “Then let’s see what you’ve been putting inside yourself.”
“That’s not fair!”
“And why is that exactly?”
“Those...” Naruto hazarded a glance at his bedside table, his cheeks ablaze. There was no way in hell he’d open that drawer in front of Sasuke, he’d sooner die. “Those were the only ones I could afford at the time. A man has needs, okay! I don’t expect an ice prince like you to understand that.”
A beat passed between them, Sasuke swallowed, the smugness once present on his expression turning over into something more subdued, something a little more unsure of himself than Naruto was used to seeing.
“I’m a man too, Naruto. I have those needs, same as anyone.” Sasuke said evenly, “And I’m saying let’s address those needs safely.”
Naruto’s eyes searched his, almost unsure if he was understanding him correctly, unsure if he wanted to ask and be proven wrong — or worse, be proven right.
“Do you…” Naruto began, the tightness in his chest threatening him to stop, to not utter another word. He powered through it, despite every fibre of his being telling him this was a bad idea. “Do you want to show me how?”
Sasuke reached back and shut the door firmly behind him in answer.
Naruto wasn’t sure if he was more horny or terrified as Sasuke pushed a well-lubed finger inside of him. It didn’t hurt, he was used to this much at least from his virginal poking and prodding and the occasional ‘incorrect’ toy, as Sasuke so charmingly put it. Still, it was more than a little embarrassing watching the determined, focused face of The Sasuke Uchiha as he pushed and pulled a calculating finger inside.
“Feels different.” Sasuke surmised quietly, his eyes rising to meet Naruto’s for a moment. His eyes wandered farther north to Naruto’s crossed hands above his head, a promise to stay still and ‘not make this weird’. As if it weren’t weird enough. “Than a girl, I mean.”
Naruto wouldn’t know. He’d never had any horizontal interactions with anyone but his own hand. It wasn’t surprising that Sasuke had experience, but it was surprising that he would bring it up to Naruto of all people. Especially in their current arrangement — it wasn’t like they got along particularly well.
Still, those fingers — a second one joining the mix — curled within him, stretching his walls for a more girthy intrusion to come soon. He might’ve moaned a little but most of it was muffled into the back of his hand.
“You ok?” Sasuke asked quietly, a gentleness to his voice Naruto would never get used to. While his voice may have been gentle, his ministrations were not, picking up a steady, agonizing pace.
“Mhm…” Naruto mumbled, doing his best to hide his pleasure.
Sasuke swallowed dryly, his eyes suddenly catching onto Naruto’s growing erection. Naruto wasn’t sure if he’d ever seen one besides his own judging by the wide eyed fascination — actually, Sasuke had a brother so he probably had. But he’d certainly never looked at one like this before, Naruto could be fairly certain of that.
“Want more?”
Sasuke’s eyes wandered away and his free hand followed. Naruto could barely keep up with the steady rhythm of the fingers inside of him, his hips mutinously rising to meet every touch, he could only nod, barely imperceptible.
Naruto felt it, the velvety soft silicone so different from the pliable softness of Sasuke’s fingers. All at once it was filling him, a presence he was not entirely unfamiliar with, but having Sasuke watching him all the while added a new layer to the experience.
“It has a flared base.” Sasuke rasped, rubbing soft circles in Naruto’s thigh, reassuring, and maybe a little nervous himself. “It won’t get lost,”
Lost is exactly what Naruto felt without Sasuke’s movements, though the fullness felt quite nice. He hadn’t realized he’d ever miss anything that had to do with Sasuke, besides his absence. Now without that distraction, his boner felt borderline painful with no stimulation.
“Can I?” Naruto whimpered despite himself, his hand inching south.
“No.” Sasuke said, “I’ve got you.”
Naruto nearly levitated off the bed at the feel of Sasuke’s warm palm on his dick, finally rewarded with that friction he so desperately needed. Desperate! God, this wasn’t how he’d expected any of this to go.
“I didn’t think you’d be so sensitive.” Sasuke commented mildly, watching in bemusement when Naruto’s back arched along with his stroke.
Despite himself, Naruto turned his head to moan into the softness of his pillow. “You… you thought of me like this?”
Sasuke’s eyes flashed darkly.
“What else did you think of doing to me?” Naruto asked breathlessly.
“I,” Sasuke began, swallowed, tried again. A speechless Uchiha seemed obscene somehow. “Every time I’d hear you in here all by yourself, whenever your stupidly loud music would have a quiet part… I thought about you making those noises for me. I’m thinking about it right now.”
Oh god, he’d heard him before. He’d known, even before this stupid catastrophe. Naruto could barely focus on the thought of that however, all the blood rushing to his dick left little for his brain cells to work with.
“Do more than thinking, stupid.” Naruto bit out, “You got me ready. Do what you like.”
Sasuke leaned back, appreciating his work. The blonde was looking absolutely debauched, his hands still obediently crossed above his head, out of Sasuke’s way.
Sasuke reached forward, touching the side of Naruto’s face with an unexpected tenderness that sent a flurry of goosebumps from the point of contact. “You’re sure?”
Naruto nuzzled his hand, cat-like and fervent. “Mhm.”
Sasuke lead him closer, their noses bumping, unskilled and awkward. Naruto all but melted into the touch, their lips brushing, parting, probing. Naruto had kissed before but damn this was a real kiss. He’d never thought of Sasuke as the type of person to bother with kissing his sex partner, but he was pleasantly surprised, finding the soft heat of his mouth downright intoxicating.
An expert slip of his tongue grazing the roof of Naruto’s mouth elicited a surprised moan, finding Sasuke’s hands touching his flank, his lower back as he pulled him closer, deepening their desperate kiss.
“You can touch me,” Sasuke growled between their lips. Naruto needed no further invitation, his hands falling to pry at every damnable inch of clothing on Sasuke’s body. He hadn’t noticed how naked he was before noticing how many articles of clothing were keeping he and Sasuke apart.
“Eager.” Sasuke chuckled. “Do you know what I’ll do to you next?”
Naruto bit at his lower lip, petulant, impatient. “I think I can fill in the blanks,” He sneered.
“I liked you better when you were whimpering.” Sasuke growled, reaching forward to palm Naruto’s aching erection with new vigor. This time Naruto couldn’t help but moan, his head falling uselessly on Sasuke’s shoulder. “That’s better.”
Sasuke crowded in between his legs, their shared heat sending butterflies scattering in Naruto’s stomach. He was too busy chasing Sasuke’s tongue in his mouth and his hand on his dick to notice Sasuke’s free hand gripping the base of the plug in his ass. The slow, gentle stretch of its exit surprised him enough to immediately cum all over Sasuke’s fist.
God. Just some making out and a little touching and it was already over.
Sasuke blinked, surprised, but not undeterred. “It’s okay,” He said at once, “That’s just the first of many.”
“I’m a dude, you know,” Naruto said breathlessly, “It’ll take a bit to…”
“I know that!” Sasuke snapped, maybe a little embarrassed at the notion. “I’ll just have to warm you back up.”
Naruto felt pretty warm already at the idea that this experience wasn’t quite over yet, warmer still at the realization that he hadn’t wanted it to end quite yet. He’d never tell Sasuke that.
With a little more force than necessary — whether out of a certain familiarity or the normal brusqueness — Sasuke shoved Naruto onto his side, following closely after to slot their bodies together. Spooning? Naruto thought incredulously, his cheeks burning a brighter pink than ever before.
Sasuke’s mouth found the delicate juncture of Naruto’s nape, kissing gentle bruises, barely perceptible on his tan skin. His hands searched with purpose Naruto’s stomach and chest, as if looking for the erogenous zones that would have Naruto making the best noises. Those delicate Uchiha fingers not unlike a pianist or a surgeon, grabbed at his hip bone, his flank, caressed the curve of his belly, the jut on his ribs. Naruto imagined a blind Sasuke reading braille off the mole on his side and couldn’t help but laugh.
Sasuke wasn’t laughing, nipping at Naruto’s shoulder for good measure. “Something funny?”
“Ow!” Naruto spat, as Sasuke’s deft fingers gave his nipple a rough tug, the mixture of pleasure and pain going straight to his already half-hard dick.
It wasn’t worth explaining. Sasuke would just call him stupid like he always did. Instead he ground his bare ass into the rough texture of Sasuke’s jeans. He could feel the hard shape of Sasuke’s own erection pressing against him, neglected and needy. He’d realized early that Sasuke was into their entanglement but something about feeling his interest pressed up against him lit a fire in him. “Hey, why am I the only naked one, huh? Are you going to fuck me in a three piece suit?”
“A button-up and jeans isn’t a three piece suit, idiot.” Sasuke snapped, pausing his lips on Naruto’s shoulder blade. “I… wasn’t sure if you wanted me to be your first. I was going to take care of myself afterwards.”
“I want it.”
Naruto felt the Uchiha’s hot breath slowly escaping his mouth, a gentle tickle on his back, his shoulders, on the baby hairs at the nape of his neck. Sasuke’s hand curled at the jut of Naruto’s hip, Naruto’s ass squishing against the hard shape of Sasuke’s dick.
“Say it like you mean it.” Sasuke said gruffly.
Naruto’s back arched like a cat in heat, finding more delicious friction on that clothed Uchiha heirloom.
“Fuck me,” Naruto whimpered, “I want it to be you.”
The sound of Sasuke’s fly, the rustle of pants being kicked off, the wet tip of Sasuke’s cock leaving a trail of precum on Naruto’s lower back, all of it went straight to Naruto’s now re-awakened erection.
Naruto spread his knees apart, offering Sasuke more room to slip in between.
But then Sasuke wasn’t doing much of anything, oddly quiet. Panic split through Naruto like a hot knife. Had he read this all wrong? Had Sasuke changed his mind?
He rolled to face him, finding Sasuke’s cheeks a crimson red.
“You want to stop?” Naruto asked immediately, touching Sasuke’s arm in what he hoped was a reassuring touch.
“No,” Sasuke said quietly, looking a little more bashful than Naruto thought was possible in such an arrogant man. “I don’t have any protection.”
Naruto snorted, a rude sound that all but slapped the shyness from Sasuke’s face. “I can’t get pregnant, stupid!”
“You’re the fucking idiot,” Sasuke all but shouted, “There’s more concerns in this world than pregnancy!”
“You’re not going to catch anything from me, you’re my first.”
Sasuke rolled his eyes. “Maybe I’m the idiot for trying to be considerate of you.”
Naruto reached down between them, grasping Sasuke firmly for the first time — really this was the first time he’d touched anyone’s dick that wasn’t his own. “Considerately fuck me, asshole.”
The fire returned to Sasuke’s eyes, more anger and annoyance than lust, but it was there nonetheless. His mouth smashed into Naruto’s, more like a punch than a kiss, and worst of all, Naruto liked it, liked the rough, shitty Sasuke more than the ‘considerate’ version of him he seemed so deadset on displaying. He’d never fawned over Sasuke the way all the girls had, he’d always thought he was attractive in a completely irritating way, but he’d never had any illusion about the kind of person he was— he was an asshole, plain and simple.
Even if Sasuke had taken him to the emergency room despite kind of hating him. Even if Sasuke had been concerned enough about him to get him safer sex toys. Even if Sasuke had touched his face and asked so softly if he was doing okay.
Naruto nipped at Sasuke’s bottom lip for good measure, satisfied when the Uchiha cursed under his breath. They broke apart only for Sasuke to roll Naruto onto his belly, knocking his knees apart.
“So annoying.” Sasuke growled into Naruto’s spine, lining himself up with Naruto’s needy hole, the cool squirt of lube dripping onto the bedsheets below.
“Fuck.” The initial penetration left Naruto wincing, unused to the girth of the real thing. This was nothing like toys or fingers. The white hot pain was intense, chasing all the way up his spine, raising the hair on the back of his neck. “D-Don’t move, okay? Fuck.” Naruto said breathlessly, his voice ragged from the strain.
The hand on Naruto’s hip stroked him gently, tiny ministrations of his thumb that Naruto was trying his best to focus on instead of the dull pain.
“Good, that’s good.” Sasuke cooed, and Naruto found himself relaxing against the new presence.
It hurt, fuck, it hurt, but there was something there at the edges of that pain, something he’d been chasing for a long time with every toy he’d ever tried.
Soon, Sasuke was thrusting, his hands holding him gently at his hips, pulling them backwards to meet him with every thrust. The rhythm was tantalizing, as steady as a clock’s second hand ticking, finding places within him that Naruto had never been able to quite reach.
With little preamble, Sasuke was turning him over, their bellies touching, Naruto’s dick trapped mutinously between them. There was something more intimate about being able to see Sasuke’s determined face as he thrusted inside, every movement going straight to Naruto’s dick.
“Fuck,” Naruto mumbled, turning his face into the pillow to muffle the sound of his moaning. The thought struck him now, suddenly, that their dorm neighbors would be complaining sooner or later.
“Put your arms around me,” Sasuke whispered, reaching down and around him for better leverage.
Naruto complied, burying his face in the Uchiha’s neck, mouth grazing the sweaty skin of Sasuke’s shoulders. It felt intimate somehow, lost in each other’s hot, humid breathing, bodies tacky with sweat.
“I’ve got you,” Sasuke murmured into the shell of his ear, far too sweet, Naruto could barely stand it. The Uchiha kissed his lobe, his cheek, at the tiny patch of nearly invisible hair at Naruto’s chin — the only part that he’d ever managed to grow. His thrusts grew clumsy, excited.
It was all beginning to be too much, Naruto’s dick trapped between their bellies, with only meager friction. It was driving him crazy.
“Fuck…!” Naruto hissed, his breathing stuttering with every thrust of Sasuke’s hips, every push inside. Sasuke was close, Naruto could tell, he could feel his cock thickening inside him, stretching him to his limit. He could’ve swore he saw stars as Sasuke pummeled his insides, pushing Naruto clear over the edge. Sasuke caught his lips in his, a hurried, messy kiss that was all tongue and unsophisticated. Naruto kissed him back with the same, feverish desperation, moaning between them as he came apart.
Sasuke must’ve been emboldened by the sticky mess between them, because he broke apart suddenly, groaning into Naruto’s cheek, and followed soon after with a few messy pumps of his hips. The feeling of fullness, of messy, hot fluid trickling down his thighs had Naruto’s face going absolutely scarlet. He hadn’t thought of the consequences of forgoing the condom; too horny out of his mind to care.
Sasuke pulled out gingerly, his body falling loose and heavy beside Naruto, far closer than they’d ever been before today. His breath fell in gentle puffs on Naruto’s cheeks, his hair a complete mess from the sweat sticking his bangs to his forehead. Naruto turned away sharply, realizing he found Sasuke just a little bit sexy, despite knowing better.
“What’s wrong?” Sasuke asked gently, noticing the change in his expression almost right away.
Normally Naruto might snap at him, might make a joke, but the post-orgasmic haze had him feeling soft, pliable. He looked up at Sasuke sheepishly, more vulnerable than he’d ever allowed himself to be in front of the Uchiha. “I might have fallen for you just now.” He said softly.
Sasuke chuckled, reaching over to pull Naruto into his arms, a tender gesture Naruto hadn’t been expecting. Honestly he hadn’t really expected to still be laying in bed together after Sasuke came. The Uchiha really was full of surprises. “Shut up and rest, before I get hard again.”
“Is that a threat?” Naruto said into his chest, not exactly disliking the closeness.
“Yes.”