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An unfortunate thought to have while pressing your equipment carefully against a lover’s reddened hole is that neither of you were prepared for being in your chosen positions. Naruto’s little experiment with the integrity of his sexy jutsu sustaining a long-term transformation was yielding fantastic results following a heated makeout session in their stuffy apartment. Sasuke believed the summer heat was surely melting his ability to say no to bullshit ideas out through his pores. His thoughts were quickly developing into whether or not he should admit to never having thought about taking action in sex at all before now.
Instead, he murmured into the sheen of sweat on Naruto’s neck, “Open your legs wider, dobe.”
“Asshole,” to his annoyance, his partner’s thighs had quickly snapped closer together, the movement jerking curtains of pale hair over cerulean eyes, “Will you keep going if the jutsu fails? It’ll be awkward if we take it that far and just stop, ’ttebayo.” A look of incredulity swept across the aforementioned asshole’s features. He lifted his head to share it and moved his hand to sweep Naruto’s bangs back to the side.
“It’d already be awkward if we stopped now.”
With eyes now visible, Naruto glared at him. He felt his cock twitch.
“I wouldn’t stop though, I’m still fucking you either way.”
In response, Naruto’s unbandaged hand slipped beneath the flap at the front of Sasuke’s shirt and wavered over his pelvis before trailing down to his stiffened dick. The gentle tug of skin against skin was painfully slow. Kissing the idiot senseless made up for it. So did the small hitched breaths made when he dragged his fingers over the unsupported breasts pulling at Naruto’s currently ill-fitted t-shirt. In minutes, that guarded posture had eased into something that Sasuke could work with so he untied the binds from his sleeves and tugged the shirt from his body.
Naruto looked at him with a hunger he couldn’t describe and that would never be explained to him in words. That was okay. Their bodies would communicate for them perfectly like they always had. Pale skin on tan, warm against wet. In connection, the jutsu had held.
Sasuke flashed an inquisitive glance from his intrusion to Naruto’s eyes.
“It doesn’t hurt. It just feels way different, ’ttebayo,” A sunny grin shone back at him, “What happened to the attitude you started with? You want me to open my legs but you’re not gonna f— UH!”
Sasuke took the goad as it was. Driving himself into Naruto despite the odd scenario was the pinnacle of his wants in that moment. They were already joined in everything else. The notion that the drugs Sakura had prescribed him were supposed to lower libido as a side effect was now laughable as he brought his hips heavily into Naruto’s. The rhythmic sound of skin contact wetly echoed through the room, accompanying Naruto’s satisfied cries. He muffled them with his mouth.
The thought that he hadn’t considered a future for himself beyond vengeance enough to ponder sex nolonger mattered to him. Stupid, mundane things that took him for surprise and made Naruto happy continually gave his life smaller purposes than vengeance to pursue. Something as uncanny as Naruto asking him to “test if this chakra fueled pussy could handle sex” over breakfast really wasn’t something Sasuke found himself above fulfilling or even enjoying.
The enjoyment was a little overwhelming. He removed his tongue from Naruto’s for a breath, moving to pant roughly into Naruto’s ear. “You’re squeezing me a bit—“
“I’m gonna come,” the heat had Naruto’s bangs sticking to his forehead, his eyes unfocused, he looked exhausted the way he always did after some hard training, beautiful. It was easy to pick the pace up given the building feeling at the base of his dick.
“Shit, don’t stop! Fuck— Sasuke—“ Tan thighs trembled, the jutsu released near immediately and he painted the dip in his now breastless chest with three twitching splurts of semen. That cock was now visibly sliding into Naruto’s stretched asshole. The sensation changed, making Naruto grind into him and coaxing out Sasuke’s own load with a groan.
Between heaving breaths, honed shinobi senses caught the sound of the cubes in their iced tea melting, with a defined cracking sound, on the kitchen counter.
The weight of Sasuke’s body on Naruto’s was uncomfortable in it’s heat, but neither wanted any space between them.
Naruto brought their head down to kiss the now slumped head before them.
“I was gonna ask if you wanted to switch but, if it gets any hotter in here, I think we’ll dry out like that frog Moegi kept in her shuriken holster,” their voice hummed through their chest and into Sasuke’s cheek.
“You haven’t told me that one yet. You should start once we’ve poured out the tea.”
“Not now, huh?”
“Not now,” his reply came in a fond, effortless tone.