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It's certainly an adjustment, to adjust to being blind. As if the apartment didn't have enough accommodations by now.
He's grieved already, cried his eyes out in rage and sorrow when he told Naruto, and accepted his loss like he's accepted the others in his long list of failures and losses. Against all odds, Sasuke lives —though he’s sure if that’s a good thing some days— and it should be enough for now.
(He tries to be positive though, he doesn't really have to see Naruto wearing that stupid Hokage uniform anymore).
Incidentally, Sakura was the first one to notice. Him squinting. She said it was nothing to worry about, it could simply be old age catching up to him, even though thirty is not that old to be in desperate need of glasses, and told him to come back if it got worse.
It was a whole year, colors and shapes blurring as the days passed, before he properly panicked and realized the decay wasn’t going away and instead only grew faster than he could brace himself for.
Sakura, and every other fucking medic in the fucking hospital, said there was little to nothing to be done.
(Naruto looked at him with a mix of pity and borrowed sorrow when Sasuke broke the news, right after staying up waiting for Naruto to come back because it had to be done whilst he had the courage instead of keeping it a secret and wait for Naruto to realize by the time it was too late. Naruto seemed to think he’d suffered enough in this life, but Sasuke didn’t have the energy to engage in a conversation about fatalism and the inherent sadistic nature of fate at the moment).
They gave him a sort of deadline—two years from then on, a lot less if he used the Sharingan or the Rinnegan, he would go completely blind but after a few weeks of nightmares and laying in bed all day, paralyzed and staring at the ceiling, he grew tired of the slow rot, just waiting for the end, idle and restless. He decided it would end by his own volition.
He may not be able to change fate, but he can choose his path towards it.
One morning, he activated the Sharingan, sight suddenly crystal clear, and spent the entire day in the Uchiha Compound. Dawn to dusk.
(Though it certainly exhausted him, it didn’t hurt. Small mercies, he thought).
He forced Naruto to come with, his duties be damned, and it was deeply humiliating to beg the Hokage for some of his time but Sasuke got over it quickly. He didn’t want his last day to be full of anger and resentment.
No matter what he teaches or preaches, the children were still excited to spend the day with the Hokage and Sasuke watched —memorized— how he played with the kids, throwing them into the air before catching them just on time and throwing them into the ground as they mock-attack him and end up laughing until they were gasping for breath and their cheeks were sore.
Sasuke took his chance to read to the kids once last time, just some mythology poem he vaguely remembers his mother reading to him. (It’s almost funny how there’s always a volunteer nowadays to read to him instead of the other way around).
After dinner, after they went back to the apartment, he and Naruto sat on the roof to watch the sunset on the horizon, sky dyed a million colors as if the universe wanted to give him one last grace, one last comfort, and they both politely ignored the tears sliding quiet down Sasuke’s face. Then, well, after the sun set, it was dark.
And it remained dark forever.
Most of the time, he’s not sure whether to hate it or be grateful for it.
Though he remembers, he will never see anyone grow up. Not Naruto, not any of the people he might consider friends, not anyone at the Uchiha Compound, and fuck, it hurts because Shinobi die young, too young, and he will never witness anyone grow old.
He has to train and make an effort to keep up with the dangers of the world all over again. How does he track without seeing footprints? How does he throw a kunai with deadly aim if he can’t see the target? How does he decide when to block and when to dodge if he can’t see the attack coming?
If fighting seems difficult, simple routines are down right impossible.
To walk to the nearest store without tripping or bumping into anyone leaves him exhausted for at least two days at a time. Cleaning is a struggle, let alone cooking. He’s lost count of the number of times he’s burned his fingers after failing to aim the teapot right into the cup, and he’s sure there still must be some shards of clay on the floor somewhere after dropping one too many mugs and bowls.
On the flip side, it’s a sort of… a challenge.
He’s tired of tests and obstacles, he’s gone through enough in his life, but since he doesn’t go on missions, it serves the purpose of keeping himself busy and therefore keeping himself away from spiraling. He trains with the kids often enough, almost as if he’s one of them. They learn how to throw a proper punch and he learns to dodge, trying to track them by the sound of the footsteps, the hitch of their breathing and the rustling of their clothes.
Though he’s not exactly sure he can call them friendships, he regains… bonds. Since he is already a part-time instructor at the Compound, Lee offers some taijutsu lessons, and —it’s profoundly humiliating, but Sasuke has learned to deal with that since he was born an Uchiha— he accepts, since it must now be his primary form of combat. He has never really been the sensor type and he can’t see the enemy to throw ninjutsu at and genjutsu is totally out of the question, but once he touches the enemy, grabbing and clawing and clinging to them, he has a chance.
He meets up with Sakura often enough too nowadays. She passes by to make sure nothing is rotting or burning or is a general danger to anyone’s wellbeing in the apartment, and she usually left as the sun set until Sasuke told her to stop walking on eggshells, cut the bullshit, sit down and pull the sake from the cabinet beside the fridge, at the very back and to the left.
Now, now they’re beyond crushes and teenage angst and can talk about most topics like adults, it’s… nice. It’s nice to have someone to talk to that’s not Naruto. It’s nice to hear the excited questions escaping the kids at the Compound when Sakura goes to teach a few first aid courses. It’s nice that someone finally tries to understand why wanted to leave the village instead of just asking him back, it’s nice that someone finally asks about his Clan and questions the system they were all raised in, it’s nice that someone tries to understand he never wanted empathy or pity, but justice, even if it’s all too little too late. Hell, it’s even nice to get drunk sometimes in his living room and chuckle as she rambles about the sheer stupidity of people who end up at the hospital, like, what do you mean he said he just happened to fall on it?
And Naruto, well… It seems he’ll never stop surprising Sasuke.
It’s extremely subtle, rather uncharacteristic of Naruto, but Sasuke notices nonetheless.
He notices it.
How Naruto starts coming back at the apartment early, still late but early enough that he catches Sasuke finishing eating dinner and convinces Sasuke to keep him company as he eats instead of skipping the meal altogether and going to Ichiraku’s since he’d know food at the apartment had already gone cold.
How he wakes up just a little before he has to properly leave the bed and start the day, if only so he can squeeze Sasuke’s frame and have tea with him instead of rushing out the door.
How he leaves one afternoon free of the week to do groceries and cleaning with Sasuke. One afternoon that turns into two, one for duties and one for sparring, that turns into three, one for duties, one for sparring and one for what Sasuke is too nervous to call a date.
It’s the most common things and maybe the bar is too low but it has been near the ground Sasuke’s whole life.
Yes, he’s blind and the Sharingan has died at last and he’s a disappointment to his entire fucking lineage, but something in his chest flutters when Naruto steps in early and loudly into the apartment, bags crinkling and rustling at he drops them on the counter and unpacks, ready to start cooking dinner, and shouts, “I’m home!”
And maybe it’s been years since Sasuke felt something like this, to the point it reminds him of when he just left prison and they ate watermelon under the summer sun and he’s desperate to continue feeling it, even if he has to cling to Naruto by the fingernails.
Turns out, he doesn’t have to and the realization almost makes him burst into tears.
It’s like they’re teenagers all over again, always avoiding conversation about the things that matter and bottling everything up until it inevitably spills over.
As such, after showering and having dinner, while Naruto is doing the dishes and rambles about a new recipe Iruka commented about, Sasuke leans on the counter beside him, temple leaning on the cupboards and facing him without seeing him, and quickly interrupts.
“What are we doing, Naruto?”
He freezes.
Sasuke knows it because the water is still running from the faucet in one continuous stream and the clinking of the dishes completely halts.
A moment later, the water stops. A little splat and then the rustling of some fabric, probably Naruto dropping the sponge and drying his hands. He sighs, through his nose because Sasuke knows that when he sighs with his mouth the sound is a little different.
“I don’t know,” Naruto replies.
Sasuke knows he’s close. Not only did he hear the drag of his bare feet —it’s summer, it’s hot— on the floor as he turned to face him, but he can feel the constant heat always coming from Naruto.
“Yes, you do and I’d like an honest answer,” Sasuke continues, tone still calm. “You didn’t leave yesterday and you didn’t leave today—”
“Am I not allowed to take a weekend for myself?”
“You love going to the Tower—”
“Love is kind of a strong word—”
“You love being Hokage and yet here you are and I cannot understand why.”
Naruto quiets down, probably glancing everywhere as Sasuke knows he does when he’s nervous, before taking a deep breath.
“I’m thinking about stepping down.”
At first, Sasuke cannot believe his ears but then again, it’s the sense he’s come to trust the most this past year.
Naruto doesn’t say anything else, which forces Sasuke to realize he is serious and when he does, Sasuke cannot help but frown, to physically recoil.
“What?”
No, he doesn’t like Naruto is Hokage, he fucking hates it and hates this fucking village, but it’s Naruto’s dream. As much as he despises it, he wouldn’t dare to rip Naruto away.
“No, no, listen! Listen to me,” Naruto blurts, hand suddenly touching Sasuke’s shoulder so he doesn’t go. While sad and mildly desperate, his voice sounds earnest and true. “Yes, I love going to the Tower and being Hokage and everything but… but it’s just not what I imagined. And I know! I know it sounds naive and ungrateful but I just can’t help it! I wanted the acknowledgement from the village but after the war, I had it, even before I was Hokage! I wanted acknowledgement from—from friends and family and now I’m leaving all of it behind for—for what? Power? I haven’t done anything for this village since the war, this is—I think this just might not be the job for me and I… I’m not happy at the Tower, you know?”
Naruto's voice loses strength by the end of his sentence.
“I’m happy in the field,” Naruto confesses, sighing once again as he drops his hand from Sasuke’s shoulder. Sasuke can imagine him perfectly enough, shoulders hunched and exhaustion on his features eyes downcast. “I’m happy when I clock out for the day and leave, I’m happy when I go to the store and think about what you might want to eat that night, when I think about what we can do tomorrow, maybe visit Sakura or the kids at the Compound, and I… Yes, I love the village but I can’t love it right as Hokage and if it takes me away from friends and family—if it takes me away from you… Then, I don’t want to be Hokage.”
Sasuke cannot help the sharp inhale of his own lungs.
Naruto huffs a small laugh and his fingertips linger by Sasuke’s until Sasuke grips Naruto’s hand tightly on his own.
Naruto’s final words come in the form of a firm whisper. “I love you, always have, and I don’t want to wait until we both hate each other to do something about it.”
And Sasuke, well, Sasuke can but search for Naruto’s face with his hand, hope he angles it right and crash their lips together.
He can’t say, or rather, he struggles too much saying the words, he’s never been one at ease with the vulnerability of voicing his feelings and wants, but he can do this. He can protect Naruto in battle, he can wait until Naruto comes home and heat up dinner while he showers, he can taunt Naruto until his frustration turns into laughter, and he can kiss Naruto silly. Neither have been men of many words, words that have true meaning, but they’ve both always been men of action, at least regarding each other, and it’s been too damn long since they’ve loved each other like this.
He easily swallows Naruto’s surprised gasp and feels the tension on his limbs as he freezes up, just for a second until his body falls in full compliance, exhaling loudly through his nose and wrapping his arms around Sasuke’s waist, melting and angling his jaw just right so their lips fit together, perfect puzzle pieces.
Now, Sasuke has been a hungry man all his life, a starving man, and if the Hokage of Konoha is offering himself up on a silver platter, Sasuke will eat with the greedy hands and mouth he’s always had.
Sucking and nibbling on Naruto’s bottom lip, he starts pushing Naruto back but Naruto has always accepted a challenge, always loved good competition and proving himself worthy, so he pushes back and not for the first time, Sasuke lets himself be pressed against the kitchen sink, dishes still only half-done in the water. The ends of his hair, tied into a simple braid this morning by Naruto’s skilled hands, are probably getting wet but Sasuke cannot find the strength to care, not with his cold, cold blood rushing and heating up inside his veins, like fire lighting up a dry wheatfield.
He digs his hands into Naruto’s strangely soft hair for all its spikes, and enjoys Naruto parting away to inhale a breath when Sasuke scrapes at his scalp with his nails. Naruto retaliates by lowering one hand to his hip and squeezing, as the other —this one all flesh and blood and skin— fidgets with the hem of his shirt, an old thing Sasuke uses to sleep that was probably Naruto’s years ago, and slips a firm hand inside to press against his stomach.
It’s when Naruto starts trailing kisses down his jaw and below his ear that Sasuke manages to swallow the sudden dryness of his mouth and rasp, “Bed… Bedroom.”
Naruto simply mumbles a quick uh-huh and grips Sasuke’s waist again to drag them away while trying to kiss at the same time. It’s a short walk, barely a few steps, and they’ve both lived here for years, long enough to memorize the way, but Sasuke still somehow manages to bump into the wall as he takes Naruto’s shirt off and the bedroom door when he gets rid of his own shirt.
Once inside and close to the bed, Naruto kisses him again, as though he’s trying to devour him, while his hands slide down his back to cup his ass over the loose shorts. In a split second, they’re presses together, chest to chest, and Sasuke can feel the warmth radiating from Naruto and fuck, they haven’t done this in months—they haven’t done this since before Sasuke lost his sight.
Naruto takes a step back, in the direction Sasuke knows the bed is, and cannot help but tense up and stay put, feet stuck to the floor. The warmth of the room, Naruto’s mixed in with the peak of the summer in Konoha, is becoming suffocating and his lungs, panting and gasping, are struggling a little too much—there’s suddenly too much skin, skin Sasuke can’t see, and what was once a familiar sight is gone and—
“Naruto,” he gasps, trying to stop his heart from breaking his ribs and escaping. “Naruto, wait. Just—just give me a second. Just give me a second.”
Naruto stops immediately, still close and breathless but unmoving. Carefully laying his hands on Sasuke’s shoulders, grounding, his pinkie gracing the compression bandages of the stump in an unexpectedly soft caress, and then sliding down until he can rest his hands on Sasuke's waist—not squeezing nor gripping, simply resting. A comfort.
“You okay?” Naruto asks, not panicking, just a little worried, as he brushes stray hairs that had broken free of the braid behind Sasuke’s ear.
Sasuke quickly nods but takes a moment to swallow, catch his breath and lay his hand on Naruto’s shoulder.
Fuck, how does he explain this? The sudden tightening of his chest? The sudden need in his stomach to slow down?
It must take him a minute but Naruto steadily rubs his thumb on Sasuke’s skin, careful not to inch too close to Sasuke’s personal space, and waits, a little patience learned after so long.
He’s rewarded soon after when Sasuke slowly rises a hand to cup his cheek, an exact reflection of earlier in the kitchen, but this time, Sasuke kisses him slowly, presses their lips together for a whole breath and moves at a snail’s pace, enjoying and savoring the moment as he parts Naruto’s lips and dips his tongue inside his mouth, and when Naruto starts getting hungry again, Sasuke pulls away and keeps his hand firm on Naruto’s jaw so he doesn’t chase. Rinse and repeat until Naruto catches the hint and lets himself be kissed, languidly and lazily, and it’s only then that Sasuke leads them to the bed.
He lets Naruto get on top of him, laying his own head on a plush pillow and fitting Naruto in between his legs now he’s gotten the message, now that he somehow understands. Naruto is slow to trace kisses down his cheek and his jaw and down his neck—when he starts nibbling and biting, right on the jugular a braver predator would cut straight through, Sasuke cannot help the buck of his hips, seeking the friction he’s not getting within his underwear and pajama shorts, but Naruto is too far away, groin taking a respectable distance from Sasuke.
A hiss escapes him as Naruto starts marking his collarbone and slowly trailing a hot hand up his chest to pinch and roll at a nipple, right before he starts sucking and mouthing at the other. Sasuke can but grab at Naruto’s hair so as not to be a ship losing sight of the lighthouse on the shore, arch his back into the sensations and sink into the sensations like the waves against the beach sand.
The sound of their breathing and Naruto’s pleased humming, the warmth of Naruto’s skin and spit cooling on his own body, the smell of Naruto’s coconut shampoo and the sweat starting to break out, the lingering taste of dinner.
When he pushes Naruto’s head back, his chest tender enough already, Naruto’s composure finally breaks a little as he grinds into Sasuke, a slow drag over Sasuke’s ass and cock, once, twice, thrice, and maybe Sasuke has had enough of this too.
It’s been too damn long since he held Naruto’s cock in his hand, thick and leaking, but just when he’s about to reach out, Naruto slides down the bed and presses his face into Sasuke’s shorts, inhaling and mouthing at the hard edge and groaning when Sasuke pulls just a little stronger than intended at his hair.
Oh, what Sasuke would give to see his face, eyes closed and completely blissed out yet with a pinch in between his eyebrows as he focuses.
Since his mouth is otherwise busy, it’s Naruto’s hands that ask permission to pull off his pajamas and Sasuke cannot lift his hips fast enough, inevitably pressing his cock harder against Naruto’s face and pushing a moan out of his throat.
Even though the fabric, Sasuke can feel the warmth of Naruto’s mouth as he hums and drools all over it, and he’s not sure how much of this he can take.
“Naruto,” he chokes out, as if it was the only word in his vocabulary because directly asking for things, let alone asking Naruto to do something —anything— to make him come, is not. “Naruto.”
And Naruto has never been anything but loyal, so he quickly takes off Sasuke’s underwear and barely gives Sasuke any time to anticipate his next move as he wraps a calloused hand around Sasuke’s cock, his breath hot as he licks a long strip on the underside, balls to shaft to tip, and swallows it as far as he can without choking.
“Fuck—Naruto!”
Spark shooting off behind eyes, Sasuke cannot help but spread his legs further and curl up, abs clenching and hand tightening into a fist as Naruto repeats his move, lathering saliva all over Sasuke’s cock and properly sucking when he sinks down again.
Well, fuck, Sasuke realizes through a daze, blood buring hot on his face and bare thighs starting to close against his will around Naruto’s head. This isn’t going to last long, nowhere near as long as he wanted.
Curses escaping his mouth in between hisses and moans and Naruto’s name, he grabs Naruto by the hair and tries to push him away but Naruto simply starts humming, straight up moaning as he sucks Sasuke’s dick, and digs blunt nails on the sharp edges of Sasuke’s hip-bones, as if he’d rather die than pull away, and the realization is all Sasuke needs to tip him over, the tight coil on his gut breaking and lashing out, toes curling and shiver running down his spine, waves crashing over him as arches up and falls back down. Falls and falls and melts and melts through little lighting shocks and Naruto’s gentle kisses on his inner thighs.
He twitches one last time and feels the sudden cold on his skin, sweat and spit cooling, for about a minute before grabbing Naruto by the face and bringing him up to kiss him, tasting himself on Naruto’s tongue. Then, he wastes no time pushing him on the bed and rolling on top of Naruto.
Straddling him like this, Sasuke can feel the hardness of Naruto’s cock against his ass, and he’s sure Naruto’s dangerously close to coming, if the way he writhes and digs his fingers into Sasuke’s thighs and tries to grind into Sasuke’s ass are any indication. If Sasuke slipped his fingers inside Naruto’s shorts, he’s sure he’d find Naruto’s perfect cock leaking, thoroughly staining the front of his underwear.
But still, Sasuke doesn’t want this to be over yet and while Naruto probably and desperately wants to come, he seems to understand they’re going at Sasuke’s pace right because he needs it. As if Sasuke didn’t know Naruto would rather lose another limb than make him uncomfortable in bed.
Though Sasuke can’t see his face, he knows Naruto enough to know Naruto is letting him lead, not only for his sake, but because Naruto just realized an orgasm can wait now that they have all the time in the world, now he knows he will be coming home more often than not, now he knows they love each other still and Konoha won’t get between them ever again.
As almost all of Naruto’s skin is exposed to him, willingly and eagerly, Sasuke realizes what was what bothered him before. He’s re-learned a lot of things after losing his sight but hasn’t had time to re-learn Naruto’s body, not until now. He can’t take all of Naruto in all at once with his eyes and is only able to map out his body a few square inches at a time. Of course it was overwhelming, too alike a first time.
Logically, he knows what Naruto looks like naked. Downsides of the Shinobi lifestyle and perks of living together. He’s caught glimpses, Naruto’s chest when he sleeps shirtless on hot summer nights, the muscles of his arms and shoulders rippling as he assembles some furniture, the barely there dimples right at the very end of his spine. The bare of his legs when he walked out of the shower in nothing but a fluffy, white towel and Sasuke was forced to look only out of the corner of his eyes when Naruto put on his underwear and dropped the towel, hungry gaze catching the exact second the side of his hip was naked, flashing skin paler than the rest of his body due to a life-long tan not quite reaching where swimming trunks or rolled up pants sometimes rest.
Logically, he knows they’ve literally fucked countless times in every available position when they first moved in, he knows every inch of Naruto’s body, in and out, but for some reason, this just feels different now he can’t see it.
When he starts on Naruto’s face, fingertips edging on his sweaty hairline, Naruto doesn’t stop him. He simply lays his hands on Sasuke’s thighs, squeezing gently from time to time and caressing the bare skin up and down through goosebumps. He lets Sasuke be, free to roam and touch, probably thinking that if he had the patience to chase and wait for years, he can wait a few more minutes.
Sasuke takes his time, slowly tracing the lines of Naruto’s face. The shape of his eyebrows, his eyelids, the height of his cheekbone and the scar near his temple that must have been a cut that wasn’t healed with chakra and instead did it the old fashioned way, the imperceptible bump on his otherwise perfectly straight nose, the whisker marks he memorized a long time ago without the help of any kind of dojutsu, the bow on his top lip that’s still somewhat wet from kissing, and the sharpness of his jaw.
He doesn’t miss the way Naruto briefly nuzzles against his palm, face hot against his skin.
Naruto is littered with scars, ever so slightly protruding from his body, small perfect imperfections. Like the one on his sharp collarbone, almost parallel to it. Some he has on his chest, deeper ones, stabs that were meant to go through his ribs and kill—he pays special attention to the one too near his heart, right besides a stiff nipple he knows for a fact is more brown than pink.
Sasuke seizes the chance to shamelessly grab and squeeze at the meat of Naruto’s arms, enjoying the give of his bicep when his fingers dig in and losing count of the finer scars on them, crossing and piling on top of each other, protected by a thin layer of hair. He toys with Naruto’s hands for a long while, the palms larger than his fingers are long, nails blunt, rough with countless marks, countless hours of training that leave countless scratches.
He hops off Naruto’s lap only to slide down the bed and in between his legs, slowly pulling the pajama shorts and underwear in case Naruto has something to say other than the stutter of his breathing when his cock is suddenly exposed.
Still, Sasuke isn’t over so he throws the clothes somewhere else and takes a moment to rest his cheek on Naruto’s inner thigh, feeling how the strong muscles shift and twitch as Naruto tries his best to lay still when Sasuke drags his nails down his legs and graces his teeth against Naruto’s skin. He stays there a second, carefully running his hand until he can squeeze Naruto’s calf and then back up, and the journey ends only after he’s almost falling off the bed to give Naruto a soft kiss on the bridge of a foot, hand gently cradling his ankle.
When he climbs back on, he indulges the hunger a little, passes by Naruto’s trimmed curls at the base of his cock that Sasuke knows to be just a shade darker than the hair on his head and takes Naruto, warm and heavy in between his fingers, in a firm grip.
He is about to start rocking the two of them together, just to be a tease, just to annoy him a little, when the wrong sound escapes Naruto. Something that should’ve been a hiss or a gasp but it’s too wet, too clogged up in the back of his throat, so he instantly reaches towards Naruto’s face and his heart drops to the very bottom of the pit in his stomach when he finds Naruto’s temple wet.
Panic washes over Sasuke like a bucket of ice-cold water. “Naruto?”
A quick sniffle. The rustling of the blankets below him. The bumping of Naruto’s hand into his own on the way to his face. A weak and watery chuckle.
“I’m sorry, I’m just—” A pause, a firm inhale, a squeeze of his hips. “I’m just so happy.”
Damn you, Naruto, Sasuke can’t help but think as his chest tightens and a knot starts to form in his throat.
They truly are the simple things that get to them, aren’t they?
Forfeiting words he knows won’t be able to say properly, Sasuke pulls Naruto up with a hand on his shoulder, with an arm that quickly goes around Naruto’s neck when Naruto sits up and buries his face in Sasuke’s chest, tracing mindless pattern all along his back —from shoulder-blades down to the entire length of his spine, over the curve of his ass and then all the up to do everything over again— instead of holding on tight, too tight, because Sasuke’s not going anywhere.
As he memorizes a scar on Naruto’s back, too punctual and deep to have been an accident so it must have been a betrayal, Sasuke realizes he cannot possibly love this silly man as much as he already does, not when he’s willing to give up his dream to be together.
It takes him a second to swallow and push the words out of his mouth, and they still come out muffled against Naruto’s hair.
“Fuck me,” Sasuke breathes out, burning up yet at peace, a peace he hasn’t felt in a long, long time. “Naruto, fuck me.”
It’s as close as he’ll get to begging, as close as he’ll get to admitting he needs Naruto like he needs oxygen.
Naruto hesitates for a moment, probably staring up at him and looking for a hint of doubt he won’t find, let alone when Sasuke stretches as far and as best as he can towards the nightstands and blindly, quite literally, looks for the still sealed bottle of lube he knows must be there. He finds it quickly though—after using it so many times, he is bound to remember the weight and shape.
Almost with a growl in the back of his throat, Naruto snatches it from him and Sasuke hears the seal break, and blood rushes to his groin when he imagines Naruto did it with his teeth, too impatient to waste time by doing it with his nails.
Since he can’t see Naruto and certainly can’t hear him pour lube on his fingers, Sasuke can’t but hold onto Naruto, teasing him by grinding against his cock and running his hand along the hairs on his nape, until he can feel Naruto grabbing as much as he can of an asscheek to give himself some space to work with and rub a wet fingertip against Sasuke’s hole—not pushing or prodding, but simply massaging the muscle, up and down, up and down, until Sasuke forces himself to relax and Naruto can sneak inside.
Oh, Naruto takes his sweet fucking time stretching him open. He may not be too long but he is thick and while Sasuke was once used to this and could easily take it with little prepping, it’s been a little over year since they’ve fucked like this, too busy with Hokage duties and too busy learning how to live with yet another disability and too busy drifting apart to do anything like this.
Meanwhile, all Sasuke can think about out, beyond his struggle to breathe properly in this too hot of a room and his rapidly hardening cock and the scrape of two of Naruto’s fingers lazily sliding in and out of his hole through a frankly excessive amount of lube, is fuck, he’s missed this.
Naruto pants against his neck and occasionally adds to the mess of bruises he will undoubtedly sport tomorrow, snaking his free arm around Sauke’s waist to keep him in his place when Sasuke starts writhing after he adds a third finger—but it’s not fair, Sasuke can’t help it. It feels damn good to have something inside of him again, filling him up, specially if it’s Naruto, but due to the angle, Naruto’s arm going around instead of under him, he’s completely avoiding his prostate and Sasuke is fully hard by now, with a bead of sweat sliding down his temple and probably flushed down to his chest, but he’s nowhere near close to coming.
“Naruto,” Sasuke pushes out, gritted between teeth, involuntary scratching at Naruto’s back a little stronger than necessary.
That bastard Naruto simply hushes him and presses a gentle kiss on his cheek right before he sneaks in his pinky finger and forces a broken moan out of Sasuke’s throat from the subtle sting.
Naruto thrusts his fingers in and out for an eternal minute, making an echoing squelching sound each time, and Sasuke, past the tingling feeling on his toes and every undignified whine escaping him, can feel Naruto’s smug grin against his neck.
“Naruto,” Sasuke blurts, fisting the pillow behind Naruto so as not to hurt him, “either you fuck me right now or I’m leaving this fucking village immediately.”
Warm and easy, Naruto chuckles but at least he listens, pulling out his fingers —Sasuke tries not to whine too loud at the sudden emptiness— and scrambles in the nightstand but Sasuke looks for his hand, snatches the condom and tosses it away, vaguely hearing the pleasant thud as it hits a wall and then the floor.
It knocks the breath out of Naruto’s lungs, Sasuke can feel it hot against his neck before Naruto flops back down on the blankets, grabbing his cock with one hand and gripping Sasuke’s hip with the other.
And Sasuke, well, Sasuke has no time to waste, not it feels like his heart might escape his ribs any minute now if he’s not fucked by Naruto right this instant.
He cannot help but clench the second the blunt head of Naruto’s cock nudges against his hole but he’s never been anything but determined so he forces himself to take a few deep breaths and sink, just a little, just until the head easily pops in and a strangled groan escapes Naruto.
Unfortunately, Sasuke’s not foolish enough to sit in one go, however, his patience is running a little thin, especially when it feels like Naruto has grown from the last time he can’t remember. Bracing himself with his hand on Naruto’s chest, Sasuke lowers his hips little by little and pulls back up to do it all over again, careful not to completely lose him and biting his lip at the numb sting on his insides, until his hips are fully flushed with Naruto’s, completely leaning his weight.
Naruto trembles ever so slightly beneath and holds his breath, hands digging and most likely leaving finger-shaped bruises on Sasuke’s thighs, and Sasuke’s not doing any better, unable to stop himself from clenching on Naruto’s cock, warm and slick—unable to stop the short rolls of his hips, grinding just a little, not to come but to to enjoy the feeling of fullness after so long without it.
Breathless, Naruto curses under him and it’s all Sasuke needs to pick up a pace—slow at first, to taunt and frustrate Naruto, but turning it into a quick grind when Naruto starts growling instead of moaning, and it feels so damn good, to the point Sasuke cannot help himself when he starts to earnestly bounce on Naruto’s lap.
Naruto lets him, cursing and switching between squeezing and running his hands all over Sasuke’s body, thighs to hips to waist, groping at his chest and pinching his nipples, until all Sasuke can do is loose himself in the little shocks running down his legs, the scrape of Naruto’s cock inside him—the sensation of finally feeling full again, connected to Naruto in ways no one else has and one one ever will.
However, he’s been in this position for a while, exploring Naruto and getting stretched and now riding and he’s a Shinobi in perfect physical condition, but it’s hard to keep the same pace, the same wild rhythm that makes his braid swing behind his back and his dick bounce along.
A loud, surprised moan escapes him when Naruto loses control and bucks up his hips and it’s only babbled words that break free from him when Naruto notices his struggle and complements him perfectly like the puzzle pieces they are, firmly planting his feet on the mattress and thrusting up when Sasuke sinks down and taking over entirely when Sasuke gives in, firm hands on Sasuke’s hip to keep him tethered and still in his place.
Sasuke can but grip at Naruto’s arm, try not to fall completely forward, as Naruto fucks up into him like an animal in rut looking to mate. He can imagine Naruto’s face down to detail, the flush on his cheeks, the scrunch of his eyebrows, the sheen later of sweat on his forehead, the curl of his lip as he grits his teeth and grunts due to a mix of effort and pleasure.
The sound of skin slapping against skin and the little punched out ah-ah-ah of them both echo in their bedroom, the sound of monsters in love fighting in the best way they know how.
In an absolute mastermove, Naruto gently pushes Sasuke with a hand on his chest, making him lean back and almost rest against his thighs, and the next thrust sparks something wild in Sasuke, to the point he’s certain he blacks out for a second.
His legs tingle and his lungs burn, the blood in his veins feels so close to his skin that he can imagine it leaking out of his pores, as Naruto keeps a hand on right above his heart to keep him there, to stop him from curling up and falling forward, and another on Sasuke’s waist on a death-grip while Sasuke clings to his wrist like a lifeline.
“Fuck!” Naruto shouts, brutal pace losing rhythm. “Sasuke… Sasuke, Sasuke, Sasuke—”
He’s close, Sasuke knows, and maybe he has never needed eyes to love Naruto like this.
Hell, when he slides his hand downward, he rests it on his lower belly for a moment, palm and finger splayed wide, perfectly imagining how Naruto’s cock bumps into his front and shows through his skin every time Naruto fucks up into him—right before taking a whole of himself and jerking off as fast as he can, roughly matching the feral timing of Naruto’s thrusts.
Something akin to a cry escapes Naruto, a cry Sasuke cannot help but imitate when Naruto lets go of his waist to sneak his arm around Sasuke’s body, grab his braid in a fist and pull—pull strongly enough that Sasuke has no choice but to throw his head back and arch his spine as far as far as he can.
Underneath him, Naruto lets out a long groan, trembling as he thrust up once, twice into Sasuke’s wet heat and a whine breaks out of Sasuke’s throat when he feels Naruto fuck his cum into him. He doesn’t stop either—still hard and panting, Naruto simply joins in, hand squeezing along Sasuke’s around his cock to help him. Naruto lets go of the braid, sits up and grabs Sasuke’s face to kiss him and—
A shout escapes him. Lightning shocks him and runs through him, punching the air out of his lungs and leaving his skin tingling and toes curling, muscles seizing up as they tremble for what feels like hours.
At last, almost in a mirror of their last true battle, he can collapse and melt into Naruto’s firm yet soft chest, uncaring of the sweat and extreme warmth against his cheek or the hair sticking to his face or the cum in between them or the sudden sting when Naruto slips out that causes him the slightest grimace and not even the cum leaking out of his ass.
Sasuke simply doesn’t have the strength to care, not while his heart finally feels at ease in its bone cage, not when he feels Naruto’s catch his breath below him, not when he can hear and feel the beating inside Naruto’s chest, not when Naruto presses a loud kiss on the top of his hair and traces random lines up and down his spine until he shivers.
For a moment, he catalogs the sensation of his body and basks in the variety and permanence. The tender parts all over his neck and collarbone he knows will become bruises he can feel when he presses on them right, the scratches on his waist and back that will sting when he showers and puts on some clothes, the pleasant soreness on his hips that will follow him all throughout tomorrow. He won’t be able to see any of it, but he doesn’t really need to.
Yes, Sasuke thinks, remembering Naruto’s words from earlier, replying in his head as he lazily mouths at Naruto’s chest in a mimicry of a kiss. Now, I’m happy too.
It’s a little while until their cum starts to dry and their sweat to cool and it’s even longer until Sasuke deems himself uncomfortable enough to climb off Naruto and flop back onto bed, stretching himself almost like a cat, rising his arms above his shoulders and pointing his toes, wincing at the tension on his thighs and politely ignoring the faint crack of his knees.
Of course, Naruto cannot help but chuckle and before Sasuke can snap at him and ask how he’d fare in one position for so long, Naruto wraps his arm around his waist and buries his nose in Sasuke’s pulse, inhaling and rubbing his cheek on the crook of his neck despite the fact they’re both gross and starting to stink.
Not one to hold back, Sasuke raises his hand in the general direction of Naruto’s face and pushes, accidentally with a little too much strength, and Naruto shouts for a second before he’s cut off by a yelp. A loud thump echoes in the room and when Sasuke stretches his limbs on the bed, there’s no Naruto to be felt and that’s when he realizes he pushed Naruto off the bed.
“What the fuck?” Naruto yells, far away enough to still be on the floor.
And Sasuke—
Sasuke bursts into laughter, the sound coming deep from within his chest and making his entire frame shake, and he laughs until he can feel tears gathering on the corners of his eyes and he has to hold his stomach as if he could stop it from hurting.
When he climbs on again, Sasuke —feeling as light as the air, as light as the foam of a cool ocean wave in the middle of summer, for the first time in a long time— grabs Naruto by the jaw and presses a firm kiss on his lips.