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“Enter,” Gaara calls into his own dark bedroom, lit only by the moon streaming in through the window. Suna is still and cold in the night.
Gaara is sitting, faux casual, on the painted chest at the end of his bed. The door to his ensuite bathroom swings open, bathing the room with a wash of butter yellow light before it is flicked off. Rock Lee is left standing there, naked, tall and exquisitely muscled in the moonlight. His tanned skin is on full display, as are the myriad of scars that cover the expanse of his body. He starts towards the bed, but Gaara flicks a swift motion downwards, and he drops to all fours without hesitation.
“Good boy.”
Lee settles into kneeling at his feet. His posture is perfect, and his big dark eyes gaze up at Gaara with pure adoration that aches in his ribs. He runs a hand through Lee’s silky dark hair affectionately, and he leans into the contact. Gaara purses his lips to suppress his smile.
“What is it that you want?”
“Whatever you want, sir.” Earnesty shines out of every pore of Rock Lee’s body, and Gaara basks in it.
“What if I want to hurt you?” Gaara’s question is light, and he watches as his words make Lee shudder.
“What if I want to make you bleed? To make you cry? Would you let me?” Lee’s cock is thick against his hard thigh, and Gaara watches, mouth watering as it begins to firm up.
“Yes! Please, sir.”
“What if I wanted to choke you, to fuck you so hard you can’t stand it, and then go to bed without letting you cum?” Rock Lee’s prominent Adam’s apple bobs in his throat as he swallows hard. Heat simmers in Gaara’s veins as he watches his partner shift on the ground, the other man’s cheeks flushing red, his eyes shiny and hazy with lust. Gaara is stiffening in his own slacks, reflective jade eyes trained on his.
“Please, sir!”
“What if I wanted to edge you for hours, or crush your balls? What if I wanted to cage you, leave it on so you couldn’t even touch yourself without me?” A sweet, eager gasp falls from Lee’s lips. He is excited, ready to partake in whatever debauchery Gaara has planned for him. Genuinely, the other man’s pleasure is his own, and he will find it however Gaara does. It is a heady feeling, and it nearly makes Gaara dizzy.
“Sir!”
“Or fucked you over the desk in my office, so everyone would know what a desperate slut you are, would you like that?”
“Ple-ease, sir!” Lee’s voice cracks in the middle, and he’s squirming cutely at Gaara’s feet. Gaara uncrosses his legs and allows for the other man to settle between them. He leans his head on Gaara’s knee, dark eyes swimming with tears. He’s fully hard now, thick cock pulsing with need. Gaara clicks his tongue, cards his fingers through Lee’s hair.
“Well, too bad.” Lee whines. Gaara smiles at him. He brings’ the other man’s face to his and kisses him once, twice, close mouthed and chaste. Lee’s clearly still delirious with lust filled fantasies, and Gaara shakes his head gently, gripping him by the chin.
“I don’t want to do any of those things.” Lee’s watery eyes are staring up at him. “I want to keep you all to myself.”
Gaara’s strokes his hair, gently, tenderly, his partner nuzzling into his hands. Lee is handsome always, long limbs and bright smile, but like this, kneeling at Gaara’s feet, he is impossible to look away from.
“Open your mouth, darling.” Immediately, Lee’s mouth is open, wet pink tongue peeking out behind perfect teeth.
Lee shudders a little at the term of endearment as Gaara takes his face in his hands, tilting it up as if in supplication. He looks directly into the other man’s eyes as he spits into his mouth, stare broken only as Lee’s long eyelashes flutter in pleasure. Hot arousal prickles through Gaara at the sight of Lee like this, motionless and red faced, openly gazing up at him adoring him, with Gaara’s spit in his slack mouth.
“Thank you sir!” He doesn’t even need to prompt Lee to thank him, which makes heat flicker in his veins. He presses a kiss to his forehead. Lee runs so hot, and his skin is warm and damp with sweat already under Gaara’s hands. Gaara stands, and strips off the linen pants he’d been wearing, exposing his red flushed cock, and takes his seat back in front of Lee. Above him, like this, it feels like a throne.
“Sir- can I?”
“Can you what, beautiful?” Lee’s skin is sun golden and scarred and has an enormous capacity for blushing, Gaara notices, watching it spread down his neck and onto his wide chest. He thumbs over a tight brown nipple, Lee sucking in a nearly imperceptible breath.
“Can I please, p-pleasure you with my mouth?”
“Hmmm…. I don’t know. I wanted to spend my time on you tonight.” Gaara’s low voice is considering, and the timbre of it sends shivers up Lee’s spine.
“Please, sir! I really would like to very badly!”
“Convince me,” Gaara smiles, lounging back on his bed, allowing the moonlight to illuminate his pale skin.
He never really filled out, the lines of his bones still visible in places. There is a slight softness to his stomach that Lee loves, and goes for first with his mouth. He kisses at the sparse trail of crimson hair down from Gaara’s belly button, avoiding the faded and scarred ink that remained from Shukaku’s seal. Lee is hesitant at first, sneaking anxious little glances up at Gaara, as he mouths over his flesh, but Gaara’s sparse brows just raise expectantly, providing no kind of guidance.
More than when he speaks at a council meeting, in some ways more than he does at the Kage summits, Gaara feels powerful right now, as his lover kneels before him, aching to be touched by him. Lee is a sublime shinobi, and his devotion is unbelievably precious. Lee’s tongue moves worshipfully over Gaara’s stomach, inching closer to the hardness between his legs, dutifully avoiding it as he descends. He kisses over Gaara’s pale inner thighs, which quake around him as Gaara sighs at the contact. Lee is sweet, and nothing if not a hard worker and he has to be pried away from his task by Gaara’s fist in his hair, tipping his red cheeked face, lips slick with spit up at Gaara. His expression is one of pure bliss, and he whines to be allowed to continue. Gaara considers the lustful visage, and relents, releasing him.
“You may please me, Lee. But do not make me come.”
Lee immediately sets up on his aching cock, laving wet, excited kisses all over the length, tracing a pulsing vein with his tongue. A ragged breath is torn from Gaara’s chest, as heat seems to dissolve through him, and he grips Lee’s hair again hard, this time holding him to his body. The other man slips the head in his mouth, pushing back the foreskin with his lips. Lee swallows him down without issue. Gaara is not a large man, but the feeling of sliding into Lee’s hot, soft mouth makes him moan, and clench his slim thighs around his lover’s head. Lee responds with gusto, bobbing his head, taking him all the way to the base. Electricity sparks up his spine, going straight to his dick. Lee suctions his cheeks, and Gaara has to pull him off, thighs shaking.
“What a good boy,” He breathes, chest heaving. Gaara knows his pale skin is flushing, his body hot with lust and pleasure.
Lee grins up at him, blushing at the praise. His lips are wet and red, and Gaara pulls him up to taste them, slipping his tongue into the other man’s mouth. His own muskiness is on Lee’s tongue, and he chases the taste eagerly, pressing their bodies together and making Lee whine. Lee’s cock dwarfs his own, and it shoots heat through him to see their lengths pressed up against one another, leaking on one another, Lee long and thick, Gaara shorter and thinner. Lee is much taller than him too, and stronger, and arousal coils in Gaara’s stomach as such a fine specimen of man debases himself to please Gaara, begging him for his own debauchery.
Gaara moves them both onto the bed, lying under Lee and looking up at him. Lee looks wrecked already, and Gaara hasn’t even really touched him. He grips him now, works him over slow and smooth.
“My good boy,” He whispers, watching as Lee’s face contorts in pleasure. “My sweet thing.” Lee shudders, ducking his head.
Lee is Gaara’s thing, and even if Lee himself doesn’t always believe it when Gaara calls him by pet names like this, if Gaara says he is a sweet thing, then he must be. The terms of endearment make him blush, always, his shoulders coming up around his ears in embarrassment. Gaara presses his face into the crook of his neck, pressing open mouthed kisses over the scarred muscle made open by this movement. Lee whimpers, shuddering in pleasure above Gaara. Gaara licks the taste of Lee’s sweat off his skin, and inhales a deep breath of the scent of him. He twists his wrist, spreads precum over Lee’s length.
“Angel,” Gaara breathes, just to watch Lee squirm. He hefts the weight of Lee in his palm. “I want this in me. I thought about you, and I prepared myself while you were in the bathroom. Thought about your fat cock spreading me open, about how beautiful you are when you fuck me.” He presses his hand flat against Lee’s cock, the other man whimpering with need.
“I love how deep you reach in me. I want you to make it so I can’t move without thinking of you, my love.” Lee turns his head to try and kiss Gaara, who stops him in place with a delicate hand on his jaw.
“But- you need to ask me for it right.”
“Sir, please.” Gaara’s hand trails down Lee, caresses his balls. He rubs the trapped length against Lee’s stomach. Precum smears against the hard lines of his abdomen.
“What is it that you want, gorgeous?”
“May I please make love to you sir?” Lee’s face is an adorable beet red, and Gaara chuckles before pressing a kiss to the apple of his sweet face.
“Lee, don’t be obtuse. Ask me correctly.”
“May I f-fuck you please, sir?” Gaara nearly moans at the obscenity from Lee’s loops
Gaara spreads his legs wide, allows Lee to kneel between them. He presses a kiss to Lee’s lips, smiling as Lee chases him when he pulls back.
“See, that wasn’t so hard. I knew you could be good.”
Gaara had discarded the lube by the headboard, and he reaches for it now, pouring some on his fingers and rewetting his hole. Lee’s eyes are blown wide, fixed on the motion of Gaara’s digits, the stretch of his rim as they spread apart within him. Gaara pours some lube on Lee, the cold liquid making him jump. He spreads it over the length of him, slowly, torturously, lingering. Gaara watches eagerly as Lee’s thick browns scrunch together, his mouth hang open. He puffs out a hot sigh as Gaara strokes him, and then guides him to press against his ass.
“What do you say,” Gaara rasps, and he lifts his hips to let Lee closer. The head of his cock is already breaching him, hot and hard as steel, and Gaara is breathless, body tingling with anticipation. Gaara’s body is shaking, but Lee is firm and still.
“Please, sir,” He keens, and Gaara guides him inside, allows him to reach into the deepest parts of him. A bolt of heat spikes through him as Lee slowly grinds past his prostate, and Gaara gasps. He sinks into Gaara with excruciating slowness. His every nerve feels alight, and he can feel Lee deep inside him as he bottoms out.
Lee’s breath shudders out of him as Gaara’s ass meets his pelvis, their sweaty skin finally flush. Gaara feels the tremble through his body as Lee restrains himself. He pants hotly, and Gaara looks up at him, full and adoring as he waits for Gaara to allow him to move. He reaches up to caress the other man's tense jaw.
“Please, sir.” He grits out. Gaara clenches down on him, making him whine. He swivels his hips in a shaky circle, every inch stretching him deep inside, and he can nearly feel it in his lungs.
“Fuck me, Lee,” Gaara’s moan is breathless and desperate, just as starving for it as Lee is.
Lee sets a brutal pace immediately, making Gaara writhe, stuck on his cock, body alight with ecstasy. His hips snap into Gaara’s filling the room with the fleshy sound of their coupling, broken by his own moans and staggered breath. Gaara’s own cries are pushed out of him by each each thrust, little whines of Lee’s name. He bites Lee’s shoulder, hard to muffle his pleasure in the hot skin, but the noise vibrates deep through Lee’s body instead. He feels Lee’s heartbeat like this, in his teeth, echoing through him. Gaara starts, releasing the muscle, as he feels one of Lee’s big scarred hands brush across his cock.
“Please sir, let me make you feel good,” He begs, eyes pleading, sweat beading on his face and hips still pistoning into Gaara. Gaara nods, the bite mark he’d left in Lee’s flesh.
“You always make me feel good,” It comes out in a gasp as Lee’s hand wraps around him, twisting his wrist and Gaara’s body goes taught as red hot pleasure arcs through him.
“Lee!” Gaara whimpers as he writhes, his body torn between bucking up into the tightness of his partner’s fist and back into his dick splitting him open. Lee grazes his prostate and Gaara screams, snapping off the bed as he cums, spurts of his release painting his stomach and Lee’s hand. Lee continues to fuck him through his orgasm, Gaara eventually sinking boneless into his motion.
Lee’s face is flushed and sweaty, hard cock still moving within Gaara’s overstimulated hole. Gaara’s trembling, but he smooths Lee’s hair back as he fucks into him, whispering encouragement.
“My sweet boy, doing so good for me. You make me feel so good. I love how you fuck me. I love you,” His deep voice is hoarse as he clutches Lee, pressing affectionate kisses to all of the exposed skin he can reach.
“Sir, please, can I come?” Lee’s voice wobbles, the tempo of his hips stuttering slightly. Gaara kisses him, carding a hand through his sweaty hair.
“My beloved, you've done so well, made me feel so good. I want to feel you in me, come for me, Lee.”
Lee’s mouth drops open as he moans, and he presses his forehead to Gaara’s their skin hot against one another. His hips snap a couple more times into Gaara’s until Gaara feels his release deep within him. Lee carefully pulls out, panting, his spend flowing hot from within Gaara, making him shudder. Lee collapses on the bed next to him, chest heaving, black hair sticking to his face with sweat.
“So good,” He murmurs, settling on Lee’s chest to kiss him, soft and slow. “You're so good for me.”
Lee’s skin is flushed and he kisses Gaara back bashfully. Gaara strokes his hair.
“How was it?” Somehow Lee blushes a deeper red.
“You were amazing.” He whispers. Gaara smiles, nuzzling into Lees skin, ignoring the mess.
“It was easy. You are easy to love.”