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“But why not?” Naruto asked. They were laying in their messy bedroom. Sasuke’s eyes were closed. He didn’t respond. Naruto poked him on the strip of chest exposed by his flowy shirt.
“Why not?” he asked again.
“Why do I have to have a reason?” Sasuke was still looking at the blackness of his own eyelids.
“Iunno. Just cause. Why not? I don’t get why you don’t want to. Like we’ve literally done everything else. We’ve literally done everything else,” he repeated, and Sasuke had to suppress a tiny smile.
“I know,” he said. “It just doesn’t appeal to me.”
“You don’t know until you try, though, maybe.”
“You like girls, teme. I don’t.”
“I like being a girl. It’s fun. You would too. I really really bet you would. Ow!”
“This conversation is over.” Sasuke had flicked him on the forehead. Now he was standing up, going to the kitchen, letting his open shirt trail behind him in his wake.
Naruto was right. They had literally done everything else. In the three years they’d been living together they’d done things Sasuke was fairly certain had not even existed before they invented them. And why not? They were the best shinobi of their generation. They’d created and fused and collaged and perfected a thousand different jutsu between them. It was only natural that they should be having the best sex of their generation, too, creating and fusing and perfecting the entire concept of fucking—fucking each other, fucking clones, mind-fucking, fucking from miles away, fucking on water and in trees and in Susano, fucking while transformed into animals and made-up things and each other...there was nothing that could make either of them embarrassed around the other one anymore. It just didn’t seem possible. Except that there still was.
“Sasuke-kun!” he heard in a familiar voice from the doorway as he fixed himself a snack. He rolled his eyes. “Wait, wait. Sasuke-sama,” the girl’s voice said sweetly, seductively. Without looking, Sasuke took out a knife and tossed it where he could feel Naruto standing. He heard a pop, then Naruto’s huffy sigh as he heaved himself pouting onto the couch.
“That technique should be sealed,” Sasuke said, still not looking over at Naruto as he sucked some tomato juice off his finger. “Completely negates your sex appeal.”
“Nothing can negate my sexiness,” Naruto said. He stuck his tongue out at Sasuke, who was coming over to sit next to him. “And that technique’s worked on a lot stronger men than you.”
“There are no stronger men than me.” Sasuke tried to flick him again, but Naruto caught his hand and stuck the finger he was extending into his mouth. Sasuke shrugged, tossed his food somewhere on the table, and sat on top of him. Then they fucked.
Afterwards, while Naruto napped on the couch, Sasuke got up and went to take a shower. In the bathroom, he found himself lingering, staring into the foggy glass, distracted. He wiped some of the steam off and inspected his face, the familiar dark eyes, the long lashes, the soft jaw. Sasuke had never been unsure about his looks. From the time he was old enough to know what it meant he knew he was attractive. He was Uchiha, after all. They were known for it. Itachi in particular. And Sasuke looked just like him, except for one thing. He had Itachi’s sharp eyes and thick hair and long, elegant face, but he also had something else. Itachi was handsome. Sasuke was pretty.
He narrowed his eyes into the mirror. His curtains of silky black hair now hung in damp waves around his eyebrows. He pushed them back with his hand, which allowed the towel to fall from his waist. He reached down to grab it. The position, bent over, exposed, sent something nervous and sinister through his stomach, and he straightened up, embarrassed, wrapped (awkwardly, with one arm) the towel around his hips again. When he was young, always trailing his mother, he used to hold it at his collarbone when he came out of the bath, until Itachi, plainly unsettled by his brother’s inability to correctly copy his habits, told him he didn’t have to cover his chest, that boys did it like this. There were countless moments like that, too many for Sasuke to even separate from each other—don’t cross your legs, don’t suck your thumb, don’t call for mother, don’t look at that boy, look at that girl, sit like this, talk like this, fight like this, feel like this. Eventually there was too much input for him to really take in, and anyway by that time the massacre had happened and he was already somebody else. So he shoved it all into the rule of the shinobi: don’t show your true feelings. But everybody knew. He could tell.
That was why he couldn’t be a girl for Naruto. For Naruto it was different. He was so male, had always been, so naturally loud and impulsive and broad-shouldered and spread-legged and sweaty and free. He didn’t even have to think about it. So he could be a girl, could be feminine and sweet and sexy for men and never worry that it would stick, that he was expressing something deep about himself, even if he maybe really was. For Sasuke it would be so obvious. He wouldn’t even have to do that much. He looked down at his pale, milky skin, his toned legs, his narrow hips and soft fuzz of hair on his thighs. From behind you could barely tell, sometimes. More than once, when he’d been wearing a festival robe at some event, he’d felt predatory fingers on his shoulder or a leering hiss in his ear, only for the men to widen their eyes in shock when Sasuke turned around. So when Naruto said he liked being a girl, Sasuke could only think that if he’d known what it was really like, he wouldn’t like it at all.
But. But. It wasn’t just that. There was something else. Sasuke couldn’t help admitting it, in the bedroom, slipping on a soft silk robe before going out to Naruto on the couch. Because, as much as his girlish beauty had been thrust upon him, still it wasn’t entirely out of his control, and he knew that. But he’d never thrown it off. He cut his hair in delicate framing bangs, wore thin white draped shirts and gauzy pants, fought with a katana and graceful gymnastics instead of explosions and mind tricks. If he wanted, he could have hidden his body in track pants and jackets, sheared his hair, sat like Naruto was sitting now, asleep, legs wide open on the couch, arms flung out, gleam of drool at the corner of his lips. But he didn’t do any of that. He didn’t even know why, just knew something about it felt wrong, unnatural. Sasuke lay next to him and licked the moisture. Naruto, dreaming, giggled and twitched a hand halfheartedly towards his mouth. Then he moved, snuggled into Sasuke next to him, wrapping his arms around Sasuke’s torso. Sasuke closed his eyes.
An hour earlier he’d been stretching himself open with Naruto’s cock, riding him in his lap, Naruto licking and playing with his nipples until he gasped with pleasure. And that was it—the other thing. He loved nothing like he loved getting fucked by Naruto—they did everything, but he loved nothing more than that—laid out, whining, moaning gently, arching his back into Naruto’s touch, feeling big rough hands hold him, control him. He liked feeling that kind of prettiness, loved it, knew how much it turned Naruto on, made him feel like a man, and Sasuke loved when Naruto was a man. He could feel safe in that kind of femininity, because deep down he knew his and Naruto’s connection came from their both being boys—men—and ultimately, really deep down, they weren’t anything, not man or woman, girl or boy, masculine or feminine, just soulmates.
So why, then, couldn’t he be a girl for Naruto? He knew Naruto would never judge him, wouldn’t look at him differently afterwards, or wish he was really some sweet blushing kunoichi instead of himself. He knew Naruto only wanted him, and everything else they tried was just a fun diversion, nothing he’d ever want to really change. But it wasn’t about Naruto at all, really. It was about Sasuke. He couldn’t look at himself like that, couldn’t see his own reflection finally turned into what he knew everyone else had already been seeing in him since he was a child: girly, pretty, soft, sweetheart, princess, doll—a face, a body, something to use, something vulnerable enough for anyone to take and have and possess. He knew Naruto would never see him that way, but it didn’t matter. He already saw himself.
But maybe there was another way. Naruto had challenged him, after all, in his own way, and Sasuke was never one to back down from a challenge. And who was he to refuse Naruto something he wanted—Naruto, who had given Sasuke everything he had to his name, to whom he owed every part of himself in this lifetime and the next. So maybe there was a way it could be done, a way to go deeper into some of the things between them that Sasuke wouldn’t have minded exploring, while staying away from all the parts that made him feel shamed and endangered. Maybe. There was a closet in their house where Naruto kept some of the things he’d inherited from Jiraiya, souvenir junk and ancient knives and dirty books of every possible stripe. The next day, while Naruto was at Kakashi’s office, Sasuke rummaged through some of it, looking for a particular genre, and, when he found it, sat on the rug of the spare room, turned on his Sharingan, and began to study.
Naruto came home the way he usually did after a day doing administrative work in the Hokage office—simultaneously tired and amped-up, hyper from sitting in one place for hours, bored and in desperate need of stimulation, and missing Sasuke. He banged the door shut and was already yelling his boyfriend’s name before he was fully in the house, ready to tackle him and kiss him all over and beg him to go spar outside to get some of Naruto’s energy out. But instead of being greeted with a “tch” and an imperceptible smile and a hand on his ass, like he usually was, today Naruto was surprised to feel a gust of sharp wind stilling his loud voice, and followed its direction to the couch at the other side of the living room, where he was a lot more surprised to see someone new sitting, legs kicked out along the length of it, draped coolly against the armrest, flipping through one of Pervy Sage’s vintage yuri mangas—a girl.
Naruto gulped. For a second he was frozen where he stood. He knew what he was looking at, of course, it couldn’t be mistaken for anything else, but the sight was so far from what he’d been imagining that he had to take a moment to fully wrap his head around it. The girl he’d pictured in his head was sort of like a darker version of his own sexy jutsu, flowy black hair and catlike eyes that fluttered long lashes and creamy pale skin and soft pink lips—basically, Sasuke, just with makeup and breasts and a few other things. This girl did not look like his sexy jutsu. She didn’t even look all that much like Sasuke. Her face wasn’t too changed—she still had big dark eyes and pursed lips and a narrow jaw and slim nose, and Sasuke’s familiar dark hanging bangs on either side of her eyebrows. The rest of her hair, though, was unkempt, a little shorter even than boy-Sasuke’s, ending above her chin in choppy waves, and she wore a familiar scratched-out Leaf headband on top of her head (leaving Naruto, who was constantly begging Sasuke to wear his headband while they made love, with no illusions as to what purpose this disguise was meant for). Her lips and cheeks had no makeup, but there was a little smudged blackness around her eyes, like she’d tried to put on a touch of mascara or eyeliner before rubbing it off. Instead of Sasuke’s effortlessly elegant open white shirts, she wore a sleeveless white tank over the top half of her chest, and, instead of Sasuke’s draped linen pants, there were baggy cloth shorts that ended high on her thin waist, white bandages visible down to mid-thigh and around her wrists. Where normally boy-Sasuke sat up, back straight, head alert, girl-Sasuke was slouched against the couch with one leg bent, the other bare foot hanging lazily off the side. She didn’t look anything like the girls in Naruto’s magazines when he was a kid, the ones he’d based his transformation technique on. But...she was still pretty hot.
“Hi,” Naruto said, and then started to smile, and as he started to smile he realized how excited he was that this was finally happening and started to hop up and down a little bit, squirming with anticipation. “Hi!” he repeated. “You look awesome! Are you really ready? I’m—”
His words were cut short by the manga in Sasuke’s hands, which flew from the couch to bang against the wall next to Naruto’s head. He jumped, then looked at Sasuke, wide-eyed, unsure. Girl-Sasuke sat up, leaning on her toned-looking arms, and stared at Naruto.
“Where’s Naru-chan?” she asked, using the name Naruto had jokingly given to his sexy jutsu. Her voice, though a little higher than boy-Sasuke’s, was still pretty deep for a girl, with a subtle feminine undertone that tickled Naruto’s ears pleasantly. “I don’t want a boy in my house,” she was saying. Naruto blinked. Hadn’t Sasuke been the one to say he didn’t like girls? Whatever. He wasn’t about to question a surprise as horny as this one.
“Sorry!” he said, and quickly bowed—instinct, probably—before making the sign for oiroke no jutsu. He felt the familiar rush of transformation, the itchy squeeze into a new body, and wiggled a little bit, shaking his head, pigtails brushing his shoulderblades. Instead of the usual suggestive fog around his chest and hips, he’d put on a short pink dress, to help the game along—Sasuke was always telling him that part of sex was in undressing, leaving something to the imagination, which Naruto didn’t really get. He would have been naked all the time in their house if he could, and often was. “Sasuke-san!” he giggled, feeling the voice out, and saw Sasuke start to stand up from the couch, staring at him with a dark smile. Naruto bit his lip, thinking.
“Oh,” he said, and in girl mode he couldn’t help but make it sound a little pouty, half-sighed. “But do you want me to be like you instead? Like—with short hair and stuff?”
Sasuke was close to him now, her stare intense on Naruto’s girl body. She looked Naruto up and down, then shook her head slowly. She stepped up even closer, a few inches taller than Naruto now, and he could smell his boyfriend’s familiar woody clean smell, now mixed with something a little sweet and pheromonal. Sasuke shook her head. She reached out a hand and wrapped one of Naruto’s pigtails around it, tugging at the hair the slightest bit. Naruto squeaked.
“No,” Sasuke said thoughtfully, and drew her warm eyes up and down Naruto’s form again. “I think I like you like this.” Far cry from the other day, when he’d told Naruto his sexy jutsu had zero appeal. Girl-Sasuke almost sounded as surprised as Naruto was to hear her say it. Up close she was really sexy, cool, powerful-feeling in a new way. Something in Naruto’s girl self thrilled to the sensation of her, another girl who was a boy, another boy who was a girl, so naturally inhabiting a kind of dominance that Sasuke rarely wanted to claim when the two of them were alone. Naruto tilted his head up to her, made his already-unnaturally-big eyes even wider, and ran the tip of his tongue around the inside of a full upper lip.
“You think I’m pretty?” he asked, and blinked his long eyelashes up at his girlfriend/boyfriend/soulmate. He resisted the urge to giggle again. He’d waited so long for this, eager to share with Sasuke what appealed to him so much about the oiroke no jutsu, what it felt like to slip into the other role, with all its mirrored feelings and fears and pleasures and squirmy wet places. And now, he could tell, Sasuke totally understood, and whatever strange alchemy had swirled between them, turning Sasuke into a female self more effortlessly masculine than boy-Sasuke had ever been, was in turn making Naruto feel like more of a girl than he ever had before. And he loved it. And it was hot.
Sasuke touched Naruto’s lip with a soft, blunt-nailed finger. Girl-Sasuke had two arms, Naruto realized, so accustomed to boy-Sasuke’s one that the full set had barely registered. He opened his mouth wider, and Sasuke put her finger against the bottom lip, pushing it down against Naruto’s chin. Naruto blinked again, waiting for the answer to his question. Sasuke put the finger inside Naruto’s mouth, and Naruto sucked obligingly. Satisfied, Sasuke smiled, and removed the hand, moving it to hold Naruto’s soft chin in place. Then she pressed her own lips to Naruto’s. They tasted sweet, like Sasuke’s usual ones, but her skin was softer and her lips were fuller and her movements were stronger against Naruto’s mouth, more forceful, and when Naruto felt a tongue parting her own eager lips she shivered with a tight heat that seeped, diffuse, straight down to her newly-made girl parts.
Sasuke took her mouth away after a short moment, leaving Naruto a little breathless, and leaned over to Naruto’s ear, the other hand maneuvering her blonde head easily into place. Her breath was hot against Naruto’s skin. “I want you,” she said. “I want to fuck you.”
Naru-chan squeezed her eyes shut, threw her hands around Sasuke’s neck, and jumped into her arms.
Making out with Naruto’s sexy jutsu was a lot more fun than Sasuke had thought it would be. She wiggled all over him as they lay on the bed, rumpling her unimaginative pink strap dress, licking and kissing at Sasuke’s mouth like a very perverted kitten. Not that he could ever imagine doing it in his real body. But it turned out, naturally, that Sasuke had been right. It was different this way. When she’d seen the real Naruto come through the door, Sasuke was surprised to feel, as a girl, none of the usual heart-beating drooling butterflies he normally felt at the sight of his partner’s messy blonde hair and strong arms and the sound of his husky voice and the smell of his sweaty boy scent. Normally all that stuff could be steadfastly relied on to make Sasuke go limp with desire. But when he sat on the couch as a girl it mostly made him feel uneasy and strange and nearly stripped of the confident power he’d been finding it so satisfying to settle into for the past hour.
So he asked for Naru-chan. It was his plan all along, of course. And when Naruto cooperated the result was astonishing. Suddenly the sexy jutsu no longer seemed to obscurely mock him, no longer seemed like an old man’s disgusting fantasy that Sasuke couldn’t bear to be involved in either side of. Instead of accusing him, the new girl reflected him, but in a comforting way, one that affirmed everything that was different about the two of them rather than shoving their shameful similarities in his face. Through girl eyes, her long hair and tiny waist and unrealistically perky breasts didn’t make Sasuke nervous and repelled anymore. They attracted her. They turned her on. They made her want to rip that stupid pink dress off and use her girl fingers to explore whatever exactly it was that lay under there.
Which seemed to be what she was about to find out. Kissing girl-Naruto, feeling her eager hands run up and down Sasuke’s chest and neck and face, Sasuke could feel herself getting hot, a tingly excitement that started in her toes and made every newly-formed part of her feel extra-sensitive and alive. And there was a feeling in her underwear, too, a physical pulse and a slow seeping feeling that swished in her stomach. As Naruto teethed and licked at her neck, she reached a hand down, curious, and felt a warm moisture in the unfamiliar place.
She took her hand out and looked at it. Naruto, pushing herself up to see, straddling Sasuke’s hips, giggled. “Girls get wet like that,” she said. “Isn’t it cool?”
“Hm,” said Sasuke. Naruto took her wrist in one hand and put the damp fingers to her mouth to suck on. Now that she’d identified it the wet feeling was getting stronger. Sasuke had the urge to press a hand down to it, rub herself, turn over on the mattress and put some kind of pressure on the achy part that so obviously wanted it. Naruto clearly had the same feeling herself, rocking her hips back and forth on top of Sasuke’s thigh as she sucked, grinding the crease between her legs down into Sasuke’s shorts. It was right there. Sasuke took her hand out of Naruto’s mouth, eliciting a whine, and pressed it to her crotch.
Naruto squeaked again. Sasuke rubbed it a little, over her cotton underwear, unsure what exactly to do. But she knew she liked it and she wanted it and all this stupid fabric absolutely had to go. She pushed Naruto down on her back on the bed, pulled the straps of her dress down to reveal her chest covered by a white lacy bra. Naruto was surprisingly detail-oriented. Sasuke didn’t bother appreciating the touch. She pulled the dress all the way down, Naruto’s hips lifting off the bed, off her feet, tossed it to the floor. Then she tried to tug the bra off the other way, over Naruto’s head, but it was too tight, and Naruto scrambled with the clasp behind her for a second before it came off, revealing—tits.
Sasuke stared at them for a second. Never in his old life had he ever thought he’d appreciate a pair of breasts as anything other than necessary vessels of sustenance. But God. She knew what they felt like now, knew how they moved around in a shirt, brushed against fabric, knew what it was like to try on small ones and big ones and in between, from when she was deciding on the way her girl self should look—she went with the third option. Naruto had clearly gone with the second. Seeing them like this felt so sexy and surreal it was like being on a different planet. While Sasuke gaped, she heard Naruto laugh again.
“You like them?” she asked, and brought a hand up to touch one of them, rubbing the pink spot with her fingertips. “I used to stare at em all the time in the mirror. It feels so much better touching them when you’re a girl. You know girls can come a bunch of times in a row? Like bambambambam and you don’t have to wait or anything? Isn’t that—eep!”
Sasuke was on top of her now, her face hovering over Naruto’s, both of Naruto’s wrists grasped tightly in her own, pinning them on either side of her head. Naruto was still wiggling around, panting, pink face smiling, underneath her.
“I’m gonna make you come a hundred times,” Sasuke heard herself saying, breath coming out hot and ragged on Naruto’s face. “I want to feel you come on my hand over and over. Until you’re so tired you can’t even move.” They stared at each other, both of them equally shocked by the words coming out of Sasuke’s mouth. He never talked like this. Honestly it was the kind of thing Naruto usually said. But apparently she did.
“Yes,” said Naruto, and started nodding her head rapidly up and down. “Yes please do that, I want that too, please please—”
“Wait.” Sasuke sat up again on Naruto’s bare legs. Her heart was beating in her ears. She felt possessed, which she probably was, by some crazy girl spirit she’d always run from, hiding herself, until today. She didn’t know what she’d been missing out on. She ran a hand through her thick hair, shook the headband out, letting it fall onto the sheets, breathing hard, and then went to the waistband of her shorts. Naruto bit her lip and sat up as Sasuke pushed them off herself, along with the high-waisted white underwear underneath.
“If you want it,” said this new kind of Sasuke, staring through reddening eyes at Naruto’s naked girl body, opening her legs just slightly, feeling the pulse of arousal in some deep place inside her, “I want you to earn it.”
Naruto opened her mouth, smiling a wide surprised smile. She pushed herself up on her elbows, put both hands together in front of her breasts, bowed her head, and said, “Yes!”
Sasuke reached over, grabbed one of her pigtails, and pulled her face down.
At the first touch of Naruto’s tongue to her insides, Sasuke had to stifle a gasp. Having a pussy was really so weird. It didn’t feel like any kind of pleasure she’d felt before, which could never have been so warm and spread-out and tight and intense all at once. Naruto, poster child for oral fixation, really liked doing something similar to this when they were boys, and Sasuke liked it just as much, even if it made him a little self-conscious to think about after. But even that wasn’t like this.
Naruto’s small hands were gripping her thighs on either side, her shiny blonde head moving as she licked in quick tiny motions, up and down, then side to side, then in a perfect Uzumaki spiral. Sasuke felt like she was being touched all over by a million magical wet things. The force in her hips and stomach was pulling everywhere, turning and flipping over wildly inside her. She pushed herself harder into Naruto’s mouth, grabbing desperately at her hair again, heard herself making soft weepy noises she couldn’t control. After a minute, Naruto paused, peeked her blue eyes up, her range of motion constricted by Sasuke’s death grip on her pigtails. She loosened it a little. Naruto held up two fingers, and Sasuke nodded. When she felt them inside, she let her head fall back, and it hit the mattress hard.
“Fuck,” she said, voice high and breathy. Hearing it, the unfamiliar voice, turned her on obscurely. Where Naruto’s tongue had first spread wet pleasure all over her insides, this new feeling was more intense, focused, centering her in something a little tinged with pain, while the sweet curling licks over that one impossibly sensitive inch of her still remained, making her head spin. When Sasuke was a boy, the feeling of orgasm tended to make him think of something pulled until it was taut, then yanked, shattering everywhere, a matter of gravity and physics. As a girl, pleasure felt like it could go on forever, ebbing and flowing like waves on shore, and as it built up inside her Sasuke had the dim feeling that if she wanted she could let it go, keep running the same grains of sand through her fingers over and over for the rest of her life. She didn’t, though. She grabbed some of the blanket underneath her with one hand, clenched her fist, felt the rest of her tightening along with it, and then it was there, the familiar pull into something stronger. She breathed hard, groaned a little, heard Naruto’s determined panting down between her legs, heard the sound it made as she moved her fingers up and down inside Sasuke, soaking in wetness from Naruto’s mouth and her own arousal. It was kind of gross, but kind of hot, too. Sasuke opened her thighs a little wider, pushing them into Naruto’s mouth, and as her tongue went stiff and dug into Sasuke’s nerve endings she clenched her fists harder and harder and nearly pulled a clump of Naruto’s long hair out as it all swirled into a tight bright light and then exploded inside of her, heavenly.
“Ah,” Sasuke said, a sound almost like pain, and exhaled from deep inside her as she pulled Naruto’s head away and closed her legs protectively, so sensitive it felt like she might bruise. Her heart was beating hard and powerful enough for her to feel her chest moving. Naruto was blinking fast and grinning, her mouth shiny from moisture.
“Did I do it?” she was asking as Sasuke grasped at her shoulders, pulling her to sit up close to her. “Did it work? Really?”
“Mm.” Sasuke closed her eyes, nodded, wrapped her arms around Naruto’s neck and kissed her. The taste of herself was surprisingly pleasant, at least when combined with Naruto’s sweet warm mouth. “Thank you,” she was whispering between kisses, “thank you,” and for a second she felt like she might cry, the same crashing waves pulling at her tear ducts now, but she breathed slowly and didn’t.
“I did good?” Naruto’s arms were tight around her shoulders, her tits pressing against Sasuke’s shirt. Sasuke nodded, holding her close, kissed behind her ear.
“Really good.” She stroked Naruto’s hair with her hands, kissed her forehead, then pressed her own to it. Coming back into herself, she took a breath, kissed Naruto’s mouth again, harder this time, more intense.
“Mmmm.” Naruto wriggled in her arms, rubbing her naked chest into Sasuke’s shirt and arms. “You taste amazing,” she was whispering, cheeks flushed. “That was so much fun.”
“I know,” said Sasuke, and licked her wet lips again. “But it’s my turn to have fun now, okay?”
“Yes,” Naruto said instantly, and hugged Sasuke tight where they sat on the bed. Gently, Sasuke guided her small body down against the pillows at the head of the bed. She took her own shirt off, pulling it over her head, and Naruto’s eyes widened at the sight of the breasts she’d made for herself. She reached out a hand to touch them, but Sasuke shook her head, took both Naruto’s arms in her hands, and put them behind her back. Naruto pouted.
“Why—” she started, but Sasuke cut her off, shaking her head as she put a thumb to her own mouth and wet it.
“Because,” she said. “I don’t want you to do anything. I want you to lay there and let me make you come. Okay?” Naruto kept frowning, a little frustrated noise coming from her mouth. “Okay?” Sasuke asked again.
“Fine,” Naruto mumbled, still looking with big longing eyes at Sasuke’s body.
“Good.” Sasuke maneuvered herself to sit against one of Naruto’s thighs, moved the other one so they were spread wider, and tossed a little of her hair to side with a shake of her head. She still didn’t fully know what it was, this feeling, the way she was suddenly able to slouch and stretch and take charge without the usual empty overcorrection she usually felt doing it in her boy body. And Naruto seemed to be feeling something, too, trying to keep still and listen to her where normally he was pouncing and shouting and dragging Sasuke all over. Sasuke traced the fingers of her hand down Naruto’s soft lifted thigh, touched lightly between her legs for a second, then brought the hand back up to put the palm against one of her breasts, touching the nipple with her wet thumb.
Naruto sighed. “Do you like that?” Sasuke asked her. Naruto nodded, closing her eyes. She rubbed it a little harder, pinched it halfway, then leaned over to touch it with her tongue. Naruto made another sound, smiling her unfocused smile.
“Have you ever come in your girl body before?” Sasuke asked her. She’d never considered asking Naruto before, hadn’t really ever thought of it as a possibility. Naruto bit her lip, breathing under Sasuke’s touch, then nodded.
“Really?” Sasuke kissed her.
“Once in a while,” Naruto admitted. She looked a little embarrassed. “When I’m bored.”
Sasuke could have predicted that one, at least. “So you know how it feels,” she said, and Naruto nodded, both of them silent in the shared knowledge of what Sasuke wasn’t saying—how different it was, but also how much the same. “What do you like?” she asked. “When you’re a girl. Do you do this to yourself?” She bent her head down and licked the other nipple, sucking on it, using her tongue. Naruto hummed.
“Yeah,” she said. “I mean. Not like that.” She giggled. “But I like the way they feel.”
“You think you could come from this?” Sasuke asked her. Naruto laughed again, looked nervous.
“I dunno,” she said. “Maybe?”
It was enough of a challenge for Sasuke to rise to. She concentrated her every sense onto Naruto, licking and touching and rubbing her in every way she could think of. Naruto squirmed involuntarily under her, and Sasuke used one hand to hold her head in place, feeling her uneven breaths and listening to her whine Sasuke’s name. Finally, panting, she let out a desperate sound and said, “Can you touch me there? Please?”
Sasuke made her wait a moment. Then she pressed her teeth to the place she’d been sucking and put a thumb between Naruto’s legs, under the cover of skin, rubbing it hard into the sensitive spot she was now intimately familiar with. She kept touching and pinching the nipple in her hand, and within seconds Naruto made a whimpery sound, jerked her free leg up reflexively, and shuddered.
Sasuke kissed her. She was breathing hard. They both were. Then Sasuke slipped a finger into the opening under her hand. Naruto moaned, eyes opening, staring wide at Sasuke.
“Keep going,” she told Naruto. “Just keep feeling it.” She didn’t really know what she even meant, but she had an inkling that Naruto’s little trivia about multiple orgasms hadn’t exactly been gained academically, and, after all, if there was anybody who could get there, it would be Naruto, with the chakra to sustain an entire village as well as any and all of Sasuke’s dirty imaginings up to now. Naruto pushed herself down onto Sasuke’s hand, the thumb still rubbing in that place, panting.
“God,” said Sasuke, almost to herself, “you really feel good.” The feeling was totally new, nothing like anywhere else she’d ever stuck a finger before, warm and soft and hot. Naruto sighed at the compliment, and Sasuke put a second one in, pushing them both hard as she rubbed. Naruto was whining. Sasuke was reminded of sex they’d had many times, Sasuke inside of him, Naruto responding loudly and lovingly like he always did. Sasuke liked it, of course, loved making Naruto feel good, but part of him always felt like he wasn’t quite doing it as well as he could have, certainly not as well as Naruto did it to him. Sasuke didn’t feel that way now. She felt like she might be able to do it better than anybody ever had. She felt like her two fingers, now three, were more powerful in this spot than a dick ten times their size.
“I love you,” said Sasuke, and even that was something she rarely said out loud, the words in deep boy voice always too threateningly vulnerable for him to stand to hear. Naruto echoed it loudly, a little hysterically. She was making her small body limp enough that the movements of Sasuke’s hand were pushing her back and forth into the pillows. She felt muscles tightening around her, tried to go as far inside as she could, pressing hard against the spot outside, and with a whine Naruto came again, which Sasuke felt, contracting against her fingers, just like she’d promised.
“Oh my God,” Naruto said after what felt like an endless length of silence. She rolled over on top of where Sasuke was laying and hugged her, nuzzling her face into Sasuke’s neck, both of their tits pressing together pleasantly. “Sasuke!” she said, putting about thirty-six exclamation points into her version of the word. Sasuke squeezed her back, tight, delirious.
“I love you I love you I love you,” she said, muffled into Sasuke’s skin. “Can we do that a million more times? Can we do that all the time? Oh my God, that was so cool and awesome and wow—”
“Greedy,” Sasuke said, and kissed the part in the center of Naruto’s blonde hair. “I don’t even know how much chakra this technique takes up. We could be sapping all our power doing it this long.”
“Worth it!” Naruto said. Sasuke laughed. They stayed with Naruto’s face pressed into her for a long time more, and as they lay there Sasuke felt herself slipping back, a little more of the old boy feeling, more reserved and inside and hard, but this time something about it didn’t feel as caging as it always did. His eyes were closed. When he opened them and saw Naruto looking at him it took a moment to register that it was his old face, the one Sasuke knew best. He laid his head back on Sasuke’s chest, and Sasuke held him with his only arm.