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Naruto is laying halfway on the kitchen table like an idiot. Bright blue eyes haven’t strayed from the game since he’d given up on studying almost two hours ago. The other half of his torso rests on Sasuke, elbow digging into his clavicle.
Sasuke promised to help him revise as ‘boyfriend privileges’, but after the instruction Naruto just jotted down his key points and his thumbs started flying. His grades aren’t bad but Sasuke is still irritated, he followed him home to help him study and maybe sneak a kiss. But Naruto is intent on ruining his eyesight with a LED screen barely a centimeter from his eyes.
Even though Sasuke kicked him, accidentally and on purpose, he keeps his face plastered to his screen. Naruto usually sits like an idiot, but today it drives Sasuke mad as he tries to focus on his own work. Naruto has been using him like a jungle gym for the past decade of their friendship and one day his joints will give up on holding both their body weights.
“Fuck, Sas can you do this level for me?” A hand appears obstructing his vision, shoving a flashing screen at him. Naruto pushes forward just to duck his upper body into the gap of Sasuke’s arms and cranes his neck to watch as he holds the system.
Sasuke tuts before helping Naruto, dying twice as tan hands grab at him. Hair brushes his chin and hands grab at his wrists, overstimulating his senses.
“No! Don’t miss the notes I need to collect all 219 for the achievement.”
“Why the fuck would there be 219 notes?!”
The position is awkward with Naruto’s fat head obscuring most of the screen, but he gets a cheer as the completion screen flashes, tan fingers snatching his handheld back. He pushes Naruto into a normal sitting position, digging his knuckles into Naruto’s ribs.
The blond sits up straight, still almost sitting his lap but Sasuke knows to pick his battles wisely. Naruto presses an open mouth kiss to his cheek, snorting as Sasuke ducks away.
They’d only been dating for a little under two months but Naruto had been just as gross before Sasuke asked him out. The only thing that changed was more kissing and spending the night feeling like he was trying to avoid being caught deflowering Naruto so Iruka wouldn’t ban them from the bedroom.
He knew Itachi knew or at least suspected, but he’d been giving him that same look since he came out and then came out again. Thats why he spent most afternoons at Iruka’s instead of risking going home to have Itachi watch them with his usual creepy smile. Sasuke reaches for his cup, half full from Naruto sneaking sips whenever he thought Sasuke wasn’t looking.
“I got your package and opened it by the way, what is it for? There weren’t any instructions.” The cup freezes half way to his mouth as Sasuke turns to look at Naruto.
“You opened it?”
Naruto looks undisturbed, yawning as he leans into the kitchen table, fingers flying as his character dies again. “Yea I thought it would be my new jacket, the super cool one with the spirals—”
Sasuke shoves back from the table and starts up the stairs before Naruto can finish, taking two steps at a time. He throws open Naruto’s door, eyes zeroing in on the package on his desk. His sleeve is there, still nestled in its case as Naruto whines behind him.
“I didn’t break it, I don’t even think it can break!”
Sasuke’s heart sits in his throat as he shoves it back into original unmarked box.
“What is it anyways? It kinda looks like those eggs behind the curtains at Don Quijote.”
Sasuke can feel the blood draining from his face.
“No way.” He can hear the surprise in Naruto’s voice. “Is that why you didn’t just order it to your house? What if Iruka opened it! He already thinks I’m nefarious after he caught me looking at your porn?!”
“You said he doesn’t open your mail, Itachi would know what it was if he saw it but Iruka-sensei wouldn’t.”
“What is it?” The question is expected but Sasuke still scowls, angling his body so Naruto can’t look behind him. He mentally thanks his genetics for making him taller while he blocks Naruto’s view.
Naruto reaches to grab the box and Sasuke switch their positions to push him face down against the desk, moving it away from searching fingers.
“Please just tell me Sasuke, you know I can’t handle being left out.” Naruto squirms in his hold and Sasuke tries to ignore the way he looks in this position.
“It’s a sleeve.”
Naruto stops struggling and Sasuke regrets speaking. “There’s no way your dick is big enough for that.”
It's astonishing how quickly Naruto can piss him off. Sasuke presses him to the desk with enough weight to hurt, digging his knuckles into the wall of his back, satisfied with the answering yelp. Naruto hasn’t seen him naked since they were super young and the assumption irritates him. The fuck was he stabbing himself every week for?
“Ok! I take it back bastard your dick is too big for it, you’re crushing mine!”
He lets Naruto go and the blond grumbles as he stands, rubbing at his hipbone. “How do you use it?”
“What.” Naruto has the decency to look embarrassed as Sasuke stares at him with a deadpan expression. His flushed cheeks and messy hair send confusing signals to Sasuke’s mind.
“It’s a stroker.”
“Can you show me?”
Sasuke pulls it out the packaging, regretting choosing orange instead of a more discreet black.
“I just put it in and use it like a fleshlight.” The words come out rushed, Naruto never looks away from his face.
“Can I see?”
“You perverted idiot.”
He nudges Naruto back and the blond doesn’t even blink as his lower back hits the desk. “C’mon Sas’. Please? You said I could.” He actually makes to drop to his knees and Sasuke catches him before he can hit the ground.
Naruto normally saves his whining for things he really wants and Sasuke actually ponders for a second. It wasn’t the strangest ask, he just wasn’t expecting Naruto to be the first to change their relationship. They’d just starting dry humping while making out.
“Get your stupid fucking strawberry lube.”
Naruto nearly trips on his thrown about laundry going to his nightstand, pulling out the small red bottle with a grin. Sasuke locks the door and sits in Naruto’s chair, trying to look nonchalant about the whole affair. His palms sweat and he wipes them on his pants before relaxing into the chair just as Naruto turns around. Naruto passes him the bottle and kisses him quickly before settling down.
He feels a weird sense of deja vu as Naruto sits between his legs, thinking back to all the times they’d sat in this same position while playing games or watching movies. Naruto watches silently as Sasuke pulls his sweats down, helping him tug them to just below his knees.
Sasuke wants to close his legs, Naruto is staring at his dick with the same intense focus he gives everything he does and it makes him throb. He’s proud of his growth and the way Naruto looks at him strokes his ego.
“Is it usually this big?” The question sounds genuinely curious and innocent, but Sasuke pinches his ear anyways.
“Do you want to watch or not idiot?” Naruto mimes zipping his mouth closed and settles into a kneel.
He presses the nozzle into the entrance, coating the insides with a generous helping. The forum said the slickness would help, and he was excited to try. Tossing the bottle over towards the bed, he rubs the opening past his stiffening length slowly.
It fills quickly, blood rushing as he strokes further down before coming back up.
Sasuke’s hand shakes as he lifts his hoodie, spreading his thighs wider. The first dip of his growth into lubed silicone makes him sigh. Naruto rests his cheek on Sasuke’s knee, the warmth of his skin sending heat to his stomach. The first hint of suction makes his thigh twitch, tight and cool with the lube.
His head tilts back as the stroker suctions over him fully, it’s better than when he hurriedly jerks himself off with his fingers. Naruto’s gaze is a physical weight, making his movements heavy and uncoordinated.
Heat pools into his stomach with every stroke, the pressure almost too much. Pleasure builds as he jerkily rocks forward. Sasuke can feel the telltale rush creeping up too fast, he doesn’t want to cum prematurely while Naruto watches.
He reaches to pinch a nipple, breath coming quickly as he rolls into the feeling. The painful press edges him away but it still feels almost overwhelmingly good. Sasuke swears as he tightens his hold around the silicone, mouth falling open as his dick is suffocated with the pressure.
Spikes of pleasure hit him sharply, he didn’t know it could build this fast. Underneath it all he feels almost giddy, he’d tried a traditional pocket pussy but struggled with penetrating it.
Huffing out a laugh between gasps as he jacks himself off, Sasuke lets go of his nipple to find better purchase. He opts to grab his rib, nails digging in as wetness gathers beneath him. Sasuke pulls off before he can come, catching his breath as he opens his eyes.
Naruto’s face is red, brows pinched together as blue eyes look at the string of slick connected to his stroker.
“Is it good? Do you usually jerk off like this?” He’s unusually serious, hand wrapping around Sasuke’s calf tight and possessive.
“Yes, it's better than using my fingers, there’s a suction so it’s snug.”
Naruto reaches up with his pointer finger extended and Sasuke closes the mouth over it without thinking. The blond sucks in an audible breath as his finger is squeezed.
“Thats tighter than I thought, still warm too.” Naruto pulls his finger out before licking it without hesitation.
“I can do it better though.” He says matter of factly, eyes trained on where Sasuke is still hard. He reaches froward with a quick glance up and Sasuke can’t help but spread wider to allow him room.
“I’ve seen you jack off, don’t rip mine off.”
Sasuke says it like an asshole but the one time he caught Naruto stroking himself wasn’t rough, he’d watched body frozen as Naruto fisted his head with wet fingers and bit into his other hand to muffle too loud whines. He’d watched for a minute before falling against the door, landing on the floor while Naruto moaned.
Naruto had fallen off the bed with a shout when he saw Sasuke standing in the doorway. They both acted like nothing happened after but Sasuke couldn’t resist pressing his ear to the bathroom when Naruto escaped, listening to his choked moans as he finished.
His crush was already firmly cemented, but it was the first time he thought of Naruto as a sexual being.
“I was pent up dickhead. That was like two years ago. I’ll do good,I promise.”
“Do well.” The correction is automatic and he watches with rapt attention as tan fingers inch closer to him.
Naruto grips him between his thumb and first two fingers, spreading slick as he pumps experimentally. “It’s harder than I thought.” Naruto watches his fingers and his tongue pokes out, cute and pink as he focuses.
Sasuke grabs short blond hair, using his other hand to thumb at the seam of Naruto’s lips. He presses against his tongue until he opens up, cheeks rosy. His hand doesn’t falter, thumb swiping over the tip of his growth with every other stroke. Lips wrap around him gently, feeling every twitch of his tongue.
Naruto sucks his thumb, eyes hazy and open. Drool drips onto Sasuke’s thigh as Naruto opens his mouth to suck in a choking breath and he feels bad for the desk chair for only a moment before Naruto roughly circles his tip. Naruto closes his fingers into a tighter hold, meeting Sasuke as he snaps his hips forward.
The chair creaks in protest and he thrusts his fingers in time with Naruto’s strokes, the slippery friction sending heat to his navel.
Something hard is pressed against his ankle and he flexes his foot up, heel tracing the curve of Naruto through his jeans. Fingers unwrap from around his ankle before Naruto unzips, pulling himself out and pressing against the knob of his ankle. Naruto’s hand brushes the arch of his foot before reaching up to hold his leg, rutting into his sole with timid rocks.
Spit runs down his wrist, but Naruto humping his foot erases any irritation. Blue eyes water as Sasuke presses into the back of his mouth, fingers mapping the texture of his throat.
He can feel the distant shape of Naruto’s head rolling past the knob of his ankle every time he pulls back, sweet throat tightening as Sasuke fingers fuck into it. The wet, almost ribbed insides feels like heaven and he can’t help, but wonder what that warm suction would feel like around him.
Sasuke comes as Naruto pumps him, the feeling of teeth digging into the side of his thumb sending sparks up his wrist.
His body tenses and Sasuke can’t help but rut against Naruto’s hand sloppily, thighs taut as his mouth drops open.
“Naru.”
His voice sounds unnaturally hoarse even to his own ears and he can feel wetness beneath him. Mind blanking, Sasuke closes his eyes shut tightly while waves spill over him. He lets go of blond spikes to push Naruto’s hand away, every aftershock sending flashes of oversensitivity to his core.
Naruto keeps grinding against his foot, damp patch dragging against his ankle. He swipes at the corner of a leaking eye, fingers pulling out his throat to stroke his tongue. Naruto hinges his mouth open obscenely, appendage curling over Sasuke’s fingers as his eyes close.
He finishes with Sasuke rubbing his gums, wetness spreading through his sock. He looks devastatingly pretty, red cheeks making blue eyes brighter with the shine of tears in them.
Sasuke pulls his fingers out, wiping the spit onto Naruto’s face. The flush leaves his skin hot and Sasuke feels himself throb again.
“Was that okay?” Naruto looks so shy and sweet, cheeks flushed with saliva smeared over the bottom half of his face.
“You did good.” Sasuke’s throat feels raspy and he cringes knowing his voice cracked as he came. He pushes Naruto back, ignoring the whine as he stands. Sasuke shucks his pants fully off, grimacing at the cool air hitting him.
Naruto looks messy. His face and hand are still shiny with spit and cum, jeans shoved down enough to show the darkened patch on his briefs. Tan fingers still loosely grip his calf.
It's sweet in an indecent way.
“Come clean up so Iruka doesn’t realize what you’ve been doing instead of working on your corrections.”
Sasuke doesn’t bother looking back as he ducks into Naruto’s bathroom, heavy stumbling footsteps following behind him.
“If you told him I jerked you off he’ll probably start crying.”
Sasuke presses him into the counter, blue eyes still curved with mirth. He kisses Naruto softly, his mouth cold with cooling spit and he can taste the faintest hint of lube mixed with his own musk. Naruto smiles against his mouth and Sasuke can’t help his own small smile.
Naruto focuses on his work unilaterally, their hands brush when they write.
Iruka stumbles in and gives them his usual wide grin, Sasuke only feels slightly bad for digging his nails into Naruto’s thigh to stop him from climbing into his lap again.
Not even a week later he’s pressing Naruto against the storage room door in-between classes, circling his navel as they whisper to each other.
“Do you think you can be quick?”
Naruto’s hip twitch into his hand, breath erratic. “Thats a stupid question ‘suke.” They only have 20 minutes before class starts and Sasuke wants to use the time wisely.
He unzips Naruto slacks without ceremony, pulling his half hard cock out. Naruto holds his shoulders, hips bucking but mouth set in his familiar pout.
“You just want to laugh when I come too fast, asshole.”
Sasuke strokes him firmly from base to tip, pressing a kiss to his protruding bottom lip.
“So you’re saying Sai is right?”
Naruto shoves at him but relaxes when Sasuke uses his other hand to trace his sack. The small room is stuffy and humid with the heat of them pressed together. He can feel his body thrumming as he grinds himself into Naruto’s hip.
Sasuke doesn’t stop until Naruto’s pace stutters, pulling off as his mouth drops open.
“ ‘Suke, what the fuck don’t stop.” His protests are cut off as Sasuke presses a short kiss to his chin, working down until he’s level with Naruto’s cock.
Blue eyes stare down at him like he grew horns and Sasuke wastes no time devouring the head of his cock. The heady taste is better than he expected, and Naruto’s stream of expletives makes him smile around the intrusion.
He firmly sucks, working him further in until Naruto hits the back of his throat. The gag feels good, saliva filling his mouth as he fights the urge to pull back. Sasuke pulls Naruto’s hips forward until he starts thrust on his own.
Spittle runs down his chin and his mouth fills with salty precum, Naruto is looking down at him with intense focus. His brows are furrowed as he traces the corner of Sasuke’s mouth.
Sasuke sneaks a hand down to grind against his palm, fingers slipping into his briefs. He strokes himself in time with Naruto’s thrusts. Naruto’s yes widen before he slams them closed, rhythm faltering.
Warmth fills his mouth without warning, Naruto pushing him back.
“Fuck I’m sorry I couldn’t—”
Sasuke presses deeper, ignoring hands scrambling at his hair. He only pulls back when Naruto starts huffing like he’ll cry, too loud for anyone to ignore them if they walked past.
He rests his forehead against Naruto’s thigh, stroking himself firmly. His fingers are soaked with slick, every wet glide making him curl inward.
Sasuke digs his nails into Naruto’s thigh when he comes, gushing with a whine. His legs cramp as he stands. Naruto kisses him hard that they almost fall over.
They straighten themselves up and before long sit at their shared desk as the rest of their classmates file in.
Sakura walks up to them with a squinted gaze, scanning Sasuke with green eyes that feel piercing.
“We know he’s pretty Pinky, don’t stare too hard or he’ll cry.” Naruto doesn’t bother lifting his head from the desk, eyes sleepy as he lazily hooks his foot around Sasuke’s.
“Were you guy fighting again? Why does your hair look like you fell outta window?” Sakura smoothes his hair and Sasuke prays the heat he feels burning his ears isn’t visible. She sits down and pointedly ignore Naruto’s whining, reaching to steal his nubby eraser.
Sakura and Naruto press into his sides as they argue and he doesn’t mind it.
Sasuke lies on the veranda shirtless, trying to escape the intense heat. Sakura left to swim at Ino’s, saying they were being ‘too gay for such a hot day.’ The wood beneath him is still achingly warm but the oscillating fan helps move the air around.
Inside is just as hot as outside, AC units dead until the repairmen can come later in the day. Sasuke was slightly suspicious at first, how could every rooms AC break at the same time?
Itachi left hours ago, probably slinking around with his weird friends. Most likely the tall one with too sharp teeth and face tattoos. Naruto has his forehead pressed into his thigh, the only contact Sasuke could stand in the heat.
“Sasuke you can have all my hoodies when I die, Just make sure you bury me with your navy sweater, I wear it better anyways.”
“Shut up you’re making me hotter by pissing me off.”
He would toss Naruto in the koi pond if he knew the blond wouldn’t enjoy it. Sasuke tried spraying him with the hose earlier and he’d just dropped to his knees and opened his mouth.
Naruto had clung to his leg and cried when he told him to go home since ehe wanted to be a freak.
“I’m hungry ‘suke.”
“How is that my problem?”
“You’re letting me melt into a pile of nothing. How will you explain my untimely demise to Chichi?” Naruto pinches the back of his knee and they start wrestling, sweat slicked skin hot and Sasuke pinching back in retaliation.
“Stop calling him Chichi he’s damn near 30.” Sasuke dodges as Naruto snaps his teeth. He tries to bite at anything he can reach with minimal success.
He sits on Naruto’s chest until he stops struggling, limbs sapped of all energy. “This isn’t fair, you always cheat. And Chichi likes when I call him that. ”
“I don’t have to cheat to get you on your back idiot.” Naruto gives him a salacious smile and Sasuke flicks his forehead.
“Ow! How come Hinata’s boyfriend is so nice to her but you’re mean to me?!”
“Don’t compare me to that dog mouthed idiot.”
He does press a kiss to his thumb, using it to rub at the faint red mark on Naruto’s forehead. Naruto purses his lips and Sasuke is only mildly amused as he kisses his thumb with a loud smack.
“Are you going to feed me or should I start revising my will.”
“Eat my dick dumbass.” The heat is making him ruthless.
“Ok.”
Naruto opens his mouth, sticking his tongue out. Sasuke doesn’t like the expression that’s come over his face, eyebrows wiggling and nose crinkled. He presses his crotch to Naruto's face, expecting him to turn away or complain.
Blue eyes only widen a fraction and Sasuke nearly falls over trying to climb off.
“Why did you stop?” Naruto manages to say the most perverted shit like its nothing, reaching to poke at Sasuke.
“You think I’d strip down outside for your dumbass fantasy?”
By the time he’s bottomless with Naruto kneeling on the path leading to the garden, Sasuke is incredibly disappointed in himself. Naruto has always had a talent for talking him into stupid shit, but as breath puffs over his growth and hands rest on his knees, he can’t find it in himself to be too angry.
“Ha, Itadakimasu.”
Sasuke doesn’t get to pinch him again before Naruto licks him. Its almost too light and he reaches his hand to pull Naruto closer.
“Just suck it so we can go inside. I’ll feed you if you do a good job.”
Naruto obliges, wrapping around Sasuke and sucking hard enough to almost send him tipping over the engawa’s edge. Naruto’s mouth is hot and the pressure increases as Naruto hollows his cheeks, birthmarks warping as he looks up with a question in his eyes.
Sasuke feels like they’d snuck into the liquor cabinet again, limbs heavy and heart pounding. Naruto sucks down into his mons, nose brushing straight black hair before pulling back slowly, keeping his mouth around Sasuke’s tip as he lavishes his tongue in clumsy circles.
Sweat drips down into his eyes and Sasuke fights the sting to watch. Naruto reaches up to hold one of his hands, moaning as Sasuke caresses his palm.
Naruto stops sucking to lick his underside firmly, tongue brushing past his hole with every broad swipe. Sasuke guides himself back inside, watching Naruto pucker as he pulls him forward. The pace is fast and his body shakes, hot air filling his lugs as he struggles.
The sound of Naruto slurping is loud and it makes it worse, his free hand scratches at the wooden deck as he tries to distract himself. Heat bubbles in his stomach and his legs twitch closed as Naruto keeps pace.
His orgasm still shocks him, pressing hard against Naruto’s mouth as he spams. Naruto doesn’t stop sucking until he pries his mouth open, scooting back to escape. The deck burns the back of his thighs and Sasuke can only struggle to catch his breath as Naruto struggles to stand, knees red.
He watches Naruto stroke himself sloppily, using slick swiped from his chin to ease the glide. Blue eyes never leave his as Naruto spills onto his knee, pressing into Sasuke’s shoulder with a keen.
Sasuke can smell his own release on Naruto’s breath but kisses him anyway, body feeling like it’d suffocate in the heat.
“Was that good?” Naruto sounds so shy and Sasuke can’t help but kiss his cheek and neck.
“Yes. Let’s take a cold shower and I’ll make you cold soba.”
Sasuke pulls his bottom back on, wet mess making his steps awkward. He’s glad Itachi didn’t show up while he was defiling Naruto as the blond chatters away, languidness forgotten as he follows Sasuke upstairs.
They managed to get clean, despite Sasuke pressing Naruto’s face into the shower wall to grope him.
Naruto settles into his lap happily, humming as he eats from Sasuke’s bowl bypassing his own identical bowl not even half a meter away.
“I love you ‘suke.”
“I love you too, delete my save file again and I’ll dump you for Ino.”
Naruto flails about, whining about how they’re not even the same kind of blond and Sasuke tries very hard not to let the smile show on his face.