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Sasuke Uchiha was drawn to Naruto Uzumaki the same way black holes pull everything in. Inevitably dragging, pulling, and moving towards him, every movement of his swallowed by the other's force. Almost like a spaceship, irremediably lost for an eternity inside a blanket of nonexistence, erasing everything Sasuke has ever known. It was suffocating, but Sasuke could only break and submit, always. Only when it came down to Naruto.
Only when impossibly closer, bodies shifting and moving and touching against each other; hands everywhere, Sasuke realized he had grown obsessed with Naruto. Everything he had ever chased, everything he had ever desired, came down to this very moment.
He wanted for time to stop. He wanted to savor every inch of Naruto. Memorizing his face and his movements was not enough. ‘I know all of you’. He selfishly thought. ‘So know all of me’.
He wanted the other in ways he never wanted anyone else before. Raw, unconditional desire. All this longing, all this craving. Everything always returned back to Naruto.
As intoxicated as he was selfish, he just couldn’t help but demand for more. Uncontrollable greed and hunger, Sasuke yearned for Naruto. Consumed in desperation, Sasuke cupped the blonde’s face, as he felt him shiver and whimper under his hands, and pulled him back. He heard the blond breathe and breathe and breathe through his nose, his chest rising and descending quickly. Sasuke observed his flushed cheeks, furrowed brows, closed eyes. Sasuke thought:
Naruto has always been the most beautiful.
Seeing him agitated like this, in such a vulnerable state, only made Sasuke pine more.
If Sasuke could consume Naruto, he would.
Before Naruto could open his eyes and question him, Sasuke joined their lips together again, his own feeling heavy against the others. All he could feel, all he wanted to feel, were Naruto’s hands pulling with such force it felt like gravity was fooling him again. He was running out of strength.
He decided to let himself succumb and fall and break, surrendering his body to Naruto’s. Sasuke could only try show him: he pressed his forehead against Naruto’s, panting.
Have me. Fucking take me.
As he breathed, he felt as if lust was entering right through him. Sasuke inhaled deeply, his nose poking Naruto’s cheek. He thought about how good Naruto smelled, how tender his skin felt, a gentle touch, and how some of his hairs tickled his own skin, playfully sitting between them. The kissing stopped but Naruto’s hand on his thigh never stopped moving. Sasuke shook and whimpered. He hoped again: I really don’t want this to end. Clinging and holding onto the other, they were each other’s stability. All Sasuke could do was let himself feel and be dragged. He felt his own knees going weak.
Naruto’s body is a mystery, its gravity pulling and merging into Sasuke’s, combining and transforming. All it can do is destroy and want and take everything that exists near it. Naruto’s hips moved forwards, and Sasuke followed. Naruto’s chest rose up, and Sasuke rose too. His movements almost paralleled Naruto, always coming right behind him.
Sasuke lets himself be egoistical again by not letting Naruto mouth exist without his lips, as his tongue enters his mouth. Painfully slow, Naruto moves his hands again, moving upwards and grabbing Sasuke by the front of his robes, pulling again. Their hips touch, and Naruto finally moans. They’re clashing, Naruto’s fierce gravity colliding with Sasuke’s raw desire. So, yes, maybe going back to Naruto is inevitable— but Sasuke also wants him. He wants this. Sasuke also yearns for himself to be destroyed by and for Naruto. He mourns when they’re apart, and as much as Naruto’s gravity pulls him towards him, he lets himself be dragged. He doesn’t fight it. It’s effort gone vain.
Sasuke will forever feel like he is supposed to be here, like this. Any options of running away seem impossible. He let himself be cornered and trapped. He will never fight it.
Their hips got as close and tight as they could be. It was hopeless for him to pull away, as Naruto would suck him right in. Naruto kept moaning into the kiss, the vibrations on both of their lips making him feel disoriented, and as his hips kept moving, he felt the heat travel somewhere else than his chest. He felt all the hairs in his body rise right when Naruto moaned something close to his name. Their once so rigid heads moved and shifted from side to side, the movements becoming frantic. Naruto’s hand stopped playing with his robes as he started taking them off completely. Sasuke’s leg slipped into Naruto’s crotch and pushed upwards, and Naruto couldn’t help but moan louder and finally call out for Sasuke’s name. Sasuke almost stopped.
“Fuck, Sasuke.” A lustful cry. There was no sign of repellent in his tone. The Uchiha didn’t react yet, his lips now fixated on his commissures, unhurriedly traveling down to his neck, letting the other speak. “Holy shit.” Sasuke quivered. Naruto’s hands moved again, and while Sasuke was holding Naruto by the waist, constant friction against one another, Naruto’s hands started to shift towards his shoulders, making its way from Sasuke’s core up to his face, and settled for the back on his neck.
Sasuke felt drunk as the heat between his legs became unbearable. He had been hard for a while now, and he knew Naruto was as well. Naruto started moving his hips against Sasuke stuck leg in some kind of pattern, a rhythm, and promptly their kissing turned into panting against each other.
“Sasuke,” Naruto warned him, but Sasuke couldn’t bring himself to stop him. How could he, when he looked like this. “Sasuke…” He tried again.
“What is it?” Sasuke asked, innocently, voice lost in pleasure. “I’m okay. You’re okay.” He reassured him, and Naruto’s leg wrapped around his waist, and Sasuke felt the hardness right against his thigh. Sasuke shifted, and he wrapped himself in Naruto, and they kept moving against each other.
“Sasuke… I don’t know—“ Naruto hid his face on Sasuke’s shoulder, and kept moaning right by his ear. Sasuke swore his eyes rolled back in pleasure by simply hearing such a sound. He felt damp, warm water on his shoulder, and he realized Naruto was crying. Sasuke held him, his left hand on his lower back, his right one holding the leg around his waist, trying to keep them from falling. “Can I?” Sasuke stopped kissing him right below his ear.
Do what? Sasuke wondered. I’d let you do anything you want. He thought.
“Yeah” He hugged him tighter, pushed against him harder, and heard Naruto moan higher, more desperate. Whatever it was, “Yes, Naruto.”
“Sasuke, you feel so good, Sasuke,” Naruto blurted, all air.
The pressure inside his clothes was driving him insane, and he knew Naruto felt the same way. Sasuke started moaning back as the pressure built up, and he felt Naruto’s body shift at this. Naruto’s hands moved to grab his hair, his face, cupped his cheeks. It felt so good. Everything felt good. Naruto’s sounds, Naruto’s hands, Naruto’s dick against his thigh; his own sweat and spit now one with Naruto’s. He liked how now they both smelled like the other.
He wasn’t going to stop now. He couldn’t. It was an impulse, he wasn’t thinking; chasing and running towards the blossoming feelings inside of him.
Naruto, Naruto, Naruto.
Sasuke was going to break into millions of pieces, a tight and hot knot twisting inside his belly, and so was Naruto. Against one another, inside his pants, on top of Sasuke’s leg. Naruto started to go faster, groan, and he was almost sure he was moaning Sasuke’s name the entire time. Sasuke was too lost, deeply submerged in waves of lust and pleasure. Naruto’s hands kept moving, they kept touching, grabbing, pulling.
If Naruto wanted to tear him apart and enter his body, he thought, he would fucking let him.
Consume me, Naruto Uzumaki. I am yours to take.
Naruto came first. His eyes closed shut, and he hid his face in Sasuke’s shoulder in return as he sobbed and sobbed and sobbed. He shook, his entire body convulsing in shocks of pleasure, abs clenching and hips grinding back and forth. Sasuke was right there to hold him.
Sasuke could only take so much. His whimpers transformed into moans, the blonde’s sinful scream dragged him to the edge quickly. Sasuke pulled Naruto even closer, their flushed chests touching, sharing the same heat, the same beat.
The first couple of seconds were incredibly quiet, both boys coming back from their daze. As they both realized, they waited. Naruto was still breathing loudly through his nose and Sasuke didn’t dare to move. Sasuke realized he was still against a wall, his back arched sometime during the encounter (his body always looking for Naruto’s). He relaxed and, this time, Naruto followed.
He knew Naruto was embarrassed. And Sasuke sort of was, too. Naruto shifted, and moaned shyly. Sasuke made his hands move into the inside of his sweater, feeling Naruto’s hairs spike in his presence. His hands traveled all the way up his spine, feeling every bone, and rested finally by his ribs. He moved his thumbs up and down. Once, twice, and by the third time Naruto moved his hands too, moving from the front of his robes to holding them above Sasuke’s shoulders, almost like he was pulling him. His hips were still connected, and yet Sasuke didn’t mind the heat or the sticky clothes.
Naruto’s piercing stare almost made Sasuke say something, but then Naruto moved, and he started to kiss his neck again. So tenderly, so painfully slow. Sasuke’s hands held the back of Naruto’s head, keeping him still, then directed him carefully until he was kissing his lips again, close-mouthed. Once, twice. Then, he stopped.
“Sasuke.” It was a whisper. “How can you do this to me, Sasuke?” He waited for a second. “I want you so bad, Sasuke. I want you so bad all the time,” Naruto pleaded. Sasuke opened his eyes and stared into Naruto’s for the first time since they started. “I don’t understand how you can make me feel like this.”
“I feel it, too” He looked into Naruto’s eyes as their lips brushed together, the tickling sensation almost pulling a chuckle out of him. He decided to kiss him again. “Naruto,” He said by his lips, and Naruto seemed to soften, or rather melt. “You make me feel…” A sigh, and then, “I want you like no other.”
“Sasuke.” Naruto cupped his cheeks again “God, Sasuke”. He breathed. They didn’t need to say anything else.
Naruto took care of Sasuke, as he cleaned their mess up. He took his pants off and kissed his thighs. He kissed up, up, up, and when Sasuke kissed Naruto so delicately, almost he could break, Naruto kissed him back, and whispered: “I always craved for you, Sasuke”.