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It’s humid in the tent. Naruto’s breath mingles with Sasuke’s in the small area, as they both put their sleeping bags across the floor. To Naruto, the sleeping bags feel like lying inside of a scratchy tarp.
“Sasuke, how long are we gonna be here for? It’s too hot. I miss the mountains.”
Sasuke shoots a look at him. “We almost froze in the mountains, idiot. You weren’t prepared at all.”
Naruto finds the glare endearing. It’s such a Sasuke look, surly and underneath it all, caring. He likes every look on Sasuke’s face, all of the annoyed stares and, when he earns them, the fond smiles.
Sasuke has a nice face. He’d always known that, but it was only recently that he’d been allowed to really admire.
It was pretty recently that Naruto had admitted his feelings, too. That night, Sasuke had responded by kissing him silly against the porch railing.
When Sasuke had said that he had to leave Konoha the next day, Naruto was barley able to tell him that it was alright. Sasuke would leave for months, often times only leaving a note and a hawk behind.
Naruto finds new things to miss about Sasuke every time he goes.
“Yeah, but I hadn’t been able to see you for forever, and I finally got Kakashi to do my Hokage paperwork for me... You’re the one who invited me to the mountains anyway! How was I supposed to know that it would be cold?”
“It's a mountain. Not my fault you don’t listen. I told you to bring a coat in my letter that you clearly didn't read.”
“You dick,” Naruto says through a grin. “I read everything you send.”
“Then why didn’t you bring a coat?”
“It didn’t fit in my bag…”
Sasuke sighs heavily and sits on his sleeping bag. Naruto copies him, snickering.
“You’re stupid,” Sasuke says with feeling.
“I think it's just the heat getting to me,” Naruto says, tugging off his shirt. He tosses it at Sasuke’s face, laughing once more.
Sasuke starts glaring. “Idiot,” he calls, throwing the sweaty shirt back at Naruto.
Sasuke eyes Naruto’s torso for a long moment, before suddenly crawling over his sleeping bag to shove Naruto down onto his. Naruto still finds himself going boneless when Sasuke’s lips crush into his own.
He braces his hands on Sasuke’s shoulders, kissing back. Their teeth clack together. It seems Sasuke doesn't feel like being gentle.
Some days are like this. Naruto enjoys them just as much as the soft ones.
Naruto’s laughing lightly into the kiss, one hand slipping down to hold Sasuke by the hip. He stifles a groan when he feels Sasuke settle between his thighs, looming over him like an owl.
“What?” Sasuke says unpleasantly at the laugh, pulling back. His face is flush and lips a little puffy now. Naruto’s still grinning like the idiot he is under those beautiful bedroom eyes, intently focused on them.
He notices the way Sasuke’s gaze drifts down his bare torso for a moment. He likes it.
“You’re always doing this,” Naruto says, a little more out of breath than he was a second ago.
“What, kissing you?”
“No. Y’know.” Sasuke gives him a look. “You get all over me when I take my shirt off.”
“So?”
Naruto grins. “So, you like to see me strip.”
“Tch. Idiot.” Sasuke's surprisingly cold hand slides back up Naruto's bare ribs and neck in a fluid motion. His breath ghosts tantalizingly over Naruto's lips. “I didn’t ask for you to take your shirt off. You made that choice yourself.”
Sasuke's hand moves to the back of Naruto’s head, fingers twisting in his hair, and then they're kissing again. His teeth find Naruto’s plump lower lip, biting down bluntly. Naruto lets the throaty noise leave him, because – fuck. He’s pretty sure Sasuke knows he finds it hot.
“Quit biting me,” Naruto complains without heat, tipping his head back when Sasuke starts to kiss his way down his jaw, down the juncture of his throat, teeth always present for a little dose of sweet pain.
“I thought we were doing what eachother liked today,” Sasuke muttered back, mouthing at Naruto’s nipple.
Naruto finds himself laughing breathily at the comment, and then just focusing on the buzz of heat that flares up his spine and settles in his chest when Sasuke’s tongue comes into the mix.
He slips his hand up under Sasuke’s shirt, pressing his palm against Sasuke's stomach. He tries his hardest not to grind against the guy, but it wasn’t an easy task. Sasuke's focus stays solely on Naruto’s exposed torso, nipping and touching, hands sliding smoothly over warm skin.
“Holy fuck, Sasuke…If a little striping gets you this worked up, I might have to do it more often.”
Sasuke bites lightly at his nipple. Naruto swears that the guy has a thing for biting.
Fortunately, he was still very into it. He was into anything and everything that Sasuke liked.
“Shut up before I make you, dumbass,” Sasuke mutters, kissing a new path down Naruto’s stomach, tongue dipping into his belly button for a moment.
Naruto stares and tries to pretend it's not the most erotic thing he’s ever seen.
“Don’t threaten me with a good time,” he says, hand finding its way into Sasuke’s hair. Sasuke hisses softly as it’s tugged on, like he always does. Naruto was yet to hear him complain about it.
Sasuke pinches Naruto’s side, which makes him yelp slightly. Naruto can’t help the heat he feels stir in his stomach.
“Asshole,” He croaks, hand tightening in Sasuke’s hair when the man mouths at his waistline, right above his pants.
“Hey, Naruto.” Sasuke pulls back, face still pinker than usual, eyes still more intense. It's a whole show for Naruto to watch.
“What?” He says, sitting up as Sasuke moves away from his looming position, settling back on his heels, still firmly between Naruto’s spread thighs.
Sasuke smoothes out his palm on Naruto’s stomach, sliding it lightly over the bulge in his pants before taking the touch away entirely.
“You’re being annoying today,” Sasuke says decidedly. Naruto can’t help but grin around his arousal. His senses feel like they’ve been flung into a buzzing, heady warmth.
The tent was still too stuffy for his liking, but that was hardly what he cared about anymore.
“You say that every day.”
“Yes, but this time I mean it.” Sasuke rests his palm back on Naruto’s dick, palming it slowly over his clothing. Naruto resists a groan, but Sasuke’s smirk cracks his resolve. “So, fine. I like it when you strip. Do it for me.”
He still manages a huff. “Think you can order me around, eh?”
The huff breaks into something more strangled as Sasuke presses down harder with his palm.
Sasuke finally relents his hold on Naruto’s poor dick, sliding his hand loosely down his inner thigh instead. Naruto finds himself biting hard on the inside of his cheek.
“Like I said, you’re being annoying today.”
“And you're being a dick.”
“Don’t you like dicks?” Sasuke taunts.
That's all it takes for Naruto to sit up, kissing the bastard hard enough that he bets his lips will turn sore. He presses Sasuke onto his back, sliding his hands up under the thin shirt.
Sasuke eventually pulls back long enough to say, “okay, you brute. Sit up, you’re supposed to be taking your clothes off. You offered earlier.”
“Doesn’t mean I can't take my offer away,” He grumbles, holding Sasuke by the sides and kissing down the bastard's neck. God, he could cum just from seeing Sasuke shiver like that. It was so, so good… but he did pull back.
Naruto looks Sasuke right in the eyes - he felt the stare on his body like a lead weight, heavy and hard. And horny.
“You really do like watching me undress, huh? Pervert… There’s probably a bunch of other things you wanna see, too,” he mumbles just to get on Sasuke’s nerves. He’s sitting on his knees, and Sasuke’s still partly laying down, propped on his elbow and intently watching.
“You’re so long winded.”
“I can take a long ass time if I want to.”
“If you want me to get soft, sure.” Sasuke says, but Naruto knows he could point out how big of a lie that was just by scanning down the man's body.
“Just watch, alright? You’ll see. I could take all day and you’d still be hard when I finished stripping.” Naruto grins at the black look Sasuke adopts.
“I said shut up,” Sasuke says roughly. His glare is ruined by how breathy his voice comes out, and Naruto feels the tone wash into him and run right down to his dick.
Naruto keeps his eyes locked onto Sasuke’s when he licks across his thumb, hooking it into his waistband. He tries to kill the flush that rises to his face. He tries to make his movements languid.
There's nothing else to do but revel in Sasuke’s attention, and Naruto can hardly manage to accept that he’s the one who can keep it so strongly. He’s the one who's allowed to put that look of want on Sasuke’s face.
He tugs off his pants slowly, over his strong thighs, down his shins — he tries his hardest not to be clumsy while doing it — and kicks them aside, shuffling closer to Sasuke, who had sat up a while ago.
“Is that what you wanted, Sasuke?”
Sasuke only responds with a grunt, and reaches out. Naruto grabs his wrist and uses it to pull him closer. It doesn't take much, and he grins at the look Sasuke’s wearing. If it were anyone else, he would peg the stare for needy.
On Sasuke, the look was killer. Dark and hot, clearly itching to get his hands on Naruto.
Naruto leans in closely, his lips brushing against Sasuke's ear. “Do you like this?” He lets go of the wrist, instead deciding to slide his hand up under Sasuke’s shirt, peeling it off.
“No more teasing me,” Sasuke grumbles, pulling Naruto closer against himself. The second his shirt is gone, Naruto’s hands are rubbing across his skin. “Obviously I like it.”
Naruto mouths at the top of Sasuke’s ear and back down his neck, reveling in the hands that are firmly smoothing over his bare thighs, deliberately avoiding his dick. Sasuke grabs Naruto by them, pulling the blonde onto his lap, their chests pressing together.
“Come on, it’s your turn,” Naruto says breathily, fingernails catching on Sasuke’s nipples, making him gasp. He leans closer, thumbs slipping beneath the mans waistband. “Take ‘em off, darling.”
“Don’t call me that, stupid.” Sasuke says, already struggling out of his clothes. Naruto grins against Sasuke’s stomach, pressing him down against the tent floor by the shoulders.
Naruto licks a strip over Sasuke’s waistline, pressing his thumbs into the spot where his thigh junctures just hard enough to make the man gasp. “But you get to call me ‘idiot’ and ‘stupid’ all the time…”
“You… dumbass. Those aren't pet names."
“Sounds like they are to me,” Naruto says, biting lightly at Sasuke's waist. “I like pet names. Even your mean versions of them.”
“Stop. Talking.” Sasuke hisses before Naruto is wrapping his lips around the tip of his cock. Then he’s hissing for a different reason.
Naruto hums throatily around it, the heady slickness over Sasuke’s cock drives a lit firework along his skin. He wants every taste there is on Sasuke, whether it be spit or tears or cum.
When he takes Sasuke in fully, lips puckered around him and slowly bobbing his head, he can feel Sasuke tense, holding back his moans. Naruto looks up at him through hooded lashes, pulls back a little and licks languidly over the tip.
Sasuke’s biting down hard on his tongue, but that makes the dam of noises break.
Naruto dips his head back down, sucking on the side of the cock. He wraps his mouth on it fully again and gags when Sasuke bucks up. He presses his warm hands firmly on Sasuke’s hips, holding him still against the floor.
Sasuke falls apart under the hot precision, he shifts and Naruto makes sure to keep him down on the floor, mouth working overtime, blue eyes boring into pale pink skin.
When Naruto makes Sasuke cum, he pulls off with a slow swipe of his tongue. Sasuke shudders. His head tilts back.
“Was that the show you wanted?”
“...Idiot.”