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Sasuke has him pressed up against the large oak door of the Hokage's office. His hand, wide and powerful, hikes the robe further up Naruto’s stomach, deft fingertips already snaking toward a traitorously hardened nipple.
"Already hard for me?" The hand's found its mark, calloused fingertips rubbing at the oversensitive nub in rough, high-pressured strokes. Naruto has half a mind to remind himself of why he's not let Sasuke get this far before, how he's kept this body under wraps for a literal lifetime, and he refuses to let one man, albeit a fucking hot man, ruin the projected image he's clung to for twenty-odd years.
Sasuke parts two fingertips, squeezing the nipple between the knuckles of his index and middle fingers, and all thoughts of self-image fly out the window.
"You gonna bat me away again," Sasuke breathes into his ear, "Usuratonkachi?"
"F-f-f-uhhh—"
Sasuke loosens his grip on the abused nipple, only to walk his fingertips across Naruto’s chest, up the second slightly-raised peck, where he palms an equally sensitive nub. Naruto’s mouth parts, his head falling back to bang against the hard wood of the door. He doesn't care. He's horny and young and gone untouched for so long, and he just does not give a—
"Fuck me!" He growls, his head rearing back up to watch Sasuke’s face as he finally relents. "You wanna do it? Fine. Fuck me."
Heat flashes through those coal black eyes. Lacking any and all hesitancy, Sasuke fists the white Hokage robe and shoves the bunched-up front of it into Naruto’s mouth. Without a preamble, he tugs at Naruto’s slacks, yanking them down alongside the boxers, baring Naruto’s naked body to the stuffy office air. Naruto squeezes his eyes shut, unable to watch Sasuke’s reaction when he sees—
When he finally sees—
"Fuck."
The scratched baritone of his voice is too low, too raspy to read of anything positive or negative. Naruto has to open his eyes, knowing the fear's bound to have leaked into his expression at this point. Sasuke’s not looking at him. Well, he's looking at him, but the eyes have zeroed in on the tail-end of Naruto’s V-shaped hips, the bottom of his happy trail. Where, if one is to follow the metaphorical rainbow, they'll be met with a dripping wet—
Sasuke’s eyes shoot up, drawing themselves from the reverence his body appears to bestow on Naruto’s exposed pussy.
"So, this is why you've been holding out on me?"
Naruto still doesn't know how to react. Doesn't know if the queasiness clenching up his stomach stems from anticipation or nervousness. He wants to ask Sasuke. Wants to not ask Sasuke. He's already regretting letting his horny brain take over, letting his stupid body make decisions for him that could have long-lasting repercussions.
Sasuke seems to sense this. In one fluid motion, he's dropped to his knees, his face inches away from Naruto’s pulsing pussy lips.
"Shh," Sasuke hushes, mouthing at the seal on Naruto’s stomach like it holds some greater purpose now, some piece of Naruto that hadn't been there before. Which, to be fair to Sasuke, hadn't really been there for him until two minutes prior.
"Hush, Hokage-sama," Sasuke begins peppering kisses down Naruto’s happy trail. "Your secret's safe with me."
Without removing those stupid (hot) fingerless gloves, Sasuke parts Naruto’s cunt with two large fingers and licks a broad, wet stripe up the center. Naruto’s brain turns fuzzy, his teeth clamping down on the fabric of his robe so hard he feels the material tear beneath his canines. However, through the haze of lust, Naruto can still pinpoint the words pressed into the delicate skin of his stomach.
You're safe. You're safe. You're safe, Hokage-sama.
Sasuke eats pussy the way he approaches all new tasks thrown his way: diligently, skillfully, taking feedback in in real-time and immediately applying it to the way he strokes, the way he fucks. Before he even has time to think about what's happening, before the rogue nin even has time to dip his fingers into the warm folds of his cunt, Naruto's approaching orgasm.
His warning signs are muffled by the fabric of his robe. Ergo, Sasuke’s sucking and licking and lewd lapping doesn't let up, even when Naruto's body tenses. Even when his fingers tangle themselves in Sasuke’s thick hair, one hand pulling his face away from his overly-sensitive clit, the other pressing his face in further.
Ah, the dichotomy of man.
Thankfully (unfortunately) Sasuke pulls back. His mouth is slick with the slight sheen of Naruto’s come, and Naruto wants to feel embarrassed, he really does. But, more so than this, he wants to ride the erection currently digging a hole into the side of his calf. Sasuke must have positioned himself there mid face-fucking, subconsciously trying to rub one out on Naruto’s shaking leg while eating him out.
"Can I—" Sasuke licks his lips, his eyes glassy and wide, looking like a child who's just discovered the half-price bin at a candy shop. "Can I do that again?"
Naruto spits out the robe, not even trying to hide his glare now.
"No, jackass, I told you to fuck me."
Sasuke doesn't need to be told twice. Standing from his humbling position on the ground, he wipes the come from his face on Naruto’s robe (gross), then yanks the robe off Naruto’s body altogether.
Without asking how he wants to do this, Naruto turns, folding his arms atop the cool wooden door and pressing his forehead against his forearms. But Sasuke has other plans. He grabs Naruto’s hips, turning him bodily so that he's now facing his own desk. Without bothering to clear the desk off (rude), Sasuke presses him down so that most of his torso is covering the desktop. His face is smushed between a crop distribution deal he just signed for Suna and a treaty he still needs to sign that will strengthen their ties with the Land of Waves. Vaguely, he prays Sasuke’s not dripping precome on the ancient text one of the elders brought in earlier.
Then again, that text belongs to one of Danzo's underlings, so Naruto positions his hips squarely over the opening paragraph. Sasuke takes this as a "hurry up" wiggle and runs his tongue through Naruto’s wet folds one last time.
"S'keeee—"
He isn't given any time to bitch. One minute, Sasuke's lapping at residual precome dripping from his overly-enthusiastic little cunt (traitor); the next, his cockhead's pushing at Naruto’s center like a large, obtrusive visitor.
"Oh shit you're big!"
Naruto’s head whips around to see, to behold the fucking nine-inch dick trying to squeeze it's way into his definitely not nine-inch deep pussy, holy shit—
"You want me to stop?" Sasuke asks, the cocky smirk he wears dripping into his tone. They both know Naruto’s never been one to back down from a challenge. Even if that challenge is seemingly set on ripping his fucking cervix apart, Jesus fucking Christ—
"Nah, I'm good!" Naruto chirps, way too perky for a man about to be skewered by an ex-terrorist cock. "Just, y'know, maybe go a little sl— oh fuck!"
Sasuke’s dick is halfway in, halfway in, and Naruto's already writing out a mental obituary.
Dearly beloved,
We are gathered here today to pay tribute to your gracious, handsome, incredible, totally not a massive cockslut, hokage. He has, unfortunately, been stabbed to death my his ANBU Captain's massive fucking monster dick— fuck, fuck, fuck, he's in! He's all the way in! He's—"
Naruto nails grow, digging into the important documents he'd been diligently reading over not thirty minutes early (Shikamaru rolls over in his literature-induced sleep at the mention of this blatant lie). While Naruto knows the royal banging he's about to receive won't kill him, the Kyuubi only knows how to associate Sasuke’s appendages with "murder." Thus, as Sasuke pulls back, dragging his thick cock roughly along the edges of Naruto’s inner walls until his cockhead audibly pops out, orange chakra begins seeping out of Naruto’s pores.
"Does he think I'm trying to murder you?" Sasuke asks breathlessly, slamming back into Naruto before he has a chance to reply. Naruto chokes on his own retort, choosing instead to focus all his energy on not crying out in pain (pleasure?) as Sasuke slams into him again. And again.
"Shit, you're tight."
"Thanks," Naruto squeaks. "I try."
I try? Naruto thinks deliriously. What the fuck did I mean: "I try." It's a vagina! I didn't do shit! It's just there!
Whatever. Sasuke sneaks a hand around to start flicking his clit as he continues to pillage his cunt from behind, and Naruto decides then and there he can't be held accountable for the stupid shit he says while getting fucked.
"How many times do you think I can get you off on my cock?"
"I dunno," Naruto croaks, already approaching his second orgasm. "I guess until Kurama decides to bite your dick off."
Don't tempt me kid, Naruto hears reverberating throughout his skull. Which, gross. He doesn't really wanna think about the fact that his body-buddy can feel Sasuke fucking his brains out right now.
Sasuke pulls out, pushes back in again, then rolls his body up so that the head of his cock is pressing up against something delicious and fuck and—
"Oh, right there, Sasuke! Right—"
And he's coming, drool dripping down from his lips and smearing his signature on some treaty or other.
Sasuke doesn't give him a chance to recover. With the skill and suave expected of an ANBU Captain (hah! Told granny I made a good choice!) Sasuke flips his body and folds him so forcefully his legs have to wrap around Sasuke's neck to accommodate the new angle.
The new angle, which allows for Sasuke’s dick to basically sucker-punch his G-spot into next year.
"OhmygodI'mgonnadie!" Naruto cries out to the aether (he silently prays his secretary's gone out to lunch). Clinging to Sasuke’s still fully-clothed shoulders, he uses every ounce of energy left in his fucked-out, bliss-blossoming body to hang onto consciousness. Sasuke’s low grunts and quiet "Fuck, Naruto's" begin to add fuel to the ever-burning fire churning in Naruto’s lower stomach. All sense of embarrassment thrown to the wind, he leans back, just enough to pull Sasuke’s hand to his mouth so he can suck on those long, thick fingers. His drool wets the seam of Sasuke’s fingerless gloves, and Sasuke finally snaps. He rips his hand from Naruto’s mouth, bringing it down to his chest. There, he pins Naruto to the table as he fucks into him, wild, unpatterned. His hand splays, thumb rubbing Naruto’s pert nipple in sequence with his erratic hip gyrations, and Naruto knows, he knows he's about to come again. Hard.
"Sasuke I'm—"
He chokes, gripping Sasuke’s sweat-soaked vest for dear life. He feels the burn of it, of the rough fabric rubbing his naked skin raw. He loves it, loves all of it. Loves Sasuke's strong hand pressing him down into the the desktop. Loves the way his eyes are opened wide, defying his pinched expression to watch the way Naruto falls apart. Loves how full he makes him, almost numb with the pleasure of it all. Sasuke pinches his nipple between thumb and forefinger, forcing his hips to buck up in retaliation.
"Sasuke I'm—"
"Yeah," Sasuke pants between ragged breaths. "Me too."
"Say something!" Naruto cries, traipsing the edge of one last precipice.
"What?" He sounds frustrated, reaching for his own hurtling orgasm.
"I dunno," Naruto wails. "Call me, like, beautiful or something. Help me get off."
Sasuke apparently has enough brain power to roll his eyes. In lieu of appeasing Naruto’s commands, he leans down (somehow, defying all laws of "tall boy" physics) and bites down, hard, on Naruto’s other nipple.
"Shit!" Naruto squeals. It's followed by a:
"God, I wanna pound your little pussy into next week."
And that— is no "beautiful." But it seems to do the trick, because next thing Naruto knows, he's whiting out, quite possibly indefinitely. He's not sure. He could be dead.
He's distinctly reminded he's not dead three seconds later, when Sasuke’s hips still, his cock buried so deep on Naruto’s body that Naruto starts hallucinating images of the bulge protruding from his stomach.
Sasuke's eyes finally close, and Naruto has the elite pleasure of feeling Konoha’s finest pulse and shiver between his thighs.
When they both come down, limp and sweaty, thighs caked in come, Naruto follows the vague impulse to pull Sasuke’s head to the crook of his neck and kiss the side of his temple.
"That was—" Sasuke croaks, burying his sweaty face in the soft spot behind Naruto’s ear.
"Awesome!" Naruto finishes, grinning ear-to-ear. He feels Sasuke’s own soft smile grow against his sticky skin.
"So awesome," he agrees, planting a kiss in the dip of Naruto’s clavicle.
"So, so awesome."
Naruto laughs. They both laugh, Sasuke pulling back to stare down at his grinning face. Naruto can't help it, he reaches for Sasuke’s face, tracing pretty, pink lips with the pad of his thumb.
"You're awesome," he near-whispers to that rarely-smiling mouth. It smiles wider, kissing his thumb without hesitancy.
"And you're beautiful."