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"Oi, pervert," Naruto's voice carried across the empty gymnasium, husky and dripping with amusement. Sasuke barely glanced up from his push-ups, sweat rolling down his bare chest. "What."
Naruto leaned against the wall, arms crossed under his chest—his transformed chest, full and straining against the thin fabric of his gym shirt. The buruma clung to his hips, riding up just enough to tease the curve of his ass with every shift of his weight. Sasuke's jaw twitched.
"You're lookin' real fuckin' pathetic," Naruto purred, rolling his hips slowly. The bulge between his thighs was impossible to ignore, thick and obvious even through the fabric. "All that Uchiha pride and you’re still stuck with that little thing?" His tongue flicked over his lip.
Sasuke's knuckles whitened against the floor. The scent of sweat and musk hung heavy between them, Naruto’s laughter low and knowing as he sauntered closer. "Bet you wanna touch it, huh?"
Naruto’s fingers trailed down his own stomach, slipping beneath the waistband of his buruma just enough to expose the flushed base of his cock—a taunt. Sasuke’s breath hitched, his own arousal pressing uncomfortably against his shorts.
"Pathetic," Naruto whispered, grinding his hips forward until the heat of their bodies seared through fabric. The friction drew a shaky groan from Sasuke, his fingers digging into Naruto’s thighs. "Fuck—"
"Say it," Naruto demanded, rolling his hips harder, his cock sliding against Sasuke’s trapped length. "Say you’re a pervert who gets off on this." His breath was hot against Sasuke’s ear, teeth grazing the shell as Sasuke shuddered beneath him.
Sasuke’s fingers clenched tighter, nails biting into Naruto’s thighs as he arched up into the friction. "Shut up," he gritted out, but his cock twitched against Naruto’s, already leaking through his shorts. The wet patch darkened the fabric, sticking to his skin—proof of how far gone he was.
Naruto laughed, low and throaty, grinding down with deliberate slowness. "Look at you—so desperate you can’t even lie right." He hooked his fingers under Sasuke’s waistband, yanking it down just enough to free his cock—smaller, flushed, already dripping precome onto his stomach. "Fuck, you’re *so* pathetic."
Their cocks slid together, Naruto’s thick length smearing wetness over Sasuke’s as he rocked against him. The slap of skin filled the empty gym, Naruto’s moans loud and taunting while Sasuke bit his lip hard enough to bleed. "See?" Naruto panted, hips stuttering. "You *love* being my little pervert."
Sasuke’s nails raked down Naruto’s back, his breath coming in sharp bursts as Naruto’s cockhead rubbed against his own, the difference in size obscenely obvious. Naruto’s fingers tangled in Sasuke’s hair, yanking his head back to expose his throat. "Gonna come already?" he mocked, thumbing Sasuke’s leaking slit. "Filthy little whore."
Sweat dripped from Naruto’s collarbone onto Sasuke’s chest, mixing with the slick between their bodies as their hips moved faster. The air reeked of salt and arousal, Naruto’s musk thick enough to taste. Sasuke’s thighs trembled, his cock pulsing helplessly against Naruto’s—smaller, twitching, completely overpowered.
Naruto’s laugh was breathless as he twisted Sasuke’s nipple hard between his fingers. "Look at your face," he sneered, grinding their cocks together in tight circles. Sasuke’s mouth fell open, his eyes rolling back—ahegao painted across his usually stoic features. "Fuck, you’re such a masochist."
Naruto leaned in, lips brushing Sasuke’s ear. "Bet you’re imagining it right now, huh?" His voice dripped with cruel amusement. "Me bending you over, stretching you open—your little asshole clenching around my cock." Sasuke’s hips jerked, a strangled moan tearing from his throat as Naruto bit down on his shoulder. "Pathetic."
Sasuke’s fingers dug into Naruto’s ass, kneading the plush flesh hard enough to bruise. "Shut—*ah*—shut the fuck up," he gasped, but his cock pulsed, dribbling precome onto Naruto’s length. The wet slap of skin grew louder, Naruto’s hips pistoning faster, his own breath coming in ragged bursts.
"You wanna come?" Naruto taunted, thumb pressing against Sasuke’s leaking slit. "Gonna beg for it?" His other hand wrapped around both their cocks, squeezing tight—Sasuke’s smaller length trapped beneath his, utterly dominated. "Say it," he growled, fingers tightening in Sasuke’s hair. "Say you need my cock."
Sasuke’s hips bucked wildly, his thighs shaking as Naruto’s grip forced their cocks together harder—hot, slick friction dragging moans from both of them. "Fuck—*you*," Sasuke hissed, but his voice cracked when Naruto twisted his wrist just right, their lengths grinding in a way that made his stomach clench.
Naruto grinned, sweat dripping down his temple as he abruptly pulled back, letting their cocks slap apart with a wet sound that echoed in the humid air. He lifted his own thick length, heavy and flushed, and brought it down against Sasuke’s smaller cock with a sharp *smack*—the impact sending a jolt through Sasuke’s body. "Beg," Naruto ordered, voice dripping with sadistic glee. "Or you don’t get to come at all."
Sasuke’s breath hitched, his cock twitching pathetically against Naruto’s, already leaking thick beads of precome onto his stomach. His pride warred with the desperate need coiling in his gut—his thighs trembling, toes curling against the gym floor. "I—" The word stuck in his throat, his teeth grinding before another rough slap of Naruto’s cock against his ripped a strangled groan from him.
Naruto leaned in, lips brushing Sasuke’s ear as his thumb circled Sasuke’s leaking slit, smearing wetness down his shaft. "Come on, Uchiha," he murmured, teeth grazing skin. "Say you need it." His cock pressed insistently against Sasuke’s again, sliding through the mess between them—hot, sticky, relentless. Sasuke’s fingers clawed at Naruto’s hips, his breath coming in ragged bursts. "I—*need it*," he finally gasped, the words torn out of him.
Naruto’s laugh was low and triumphant, his hips rolling forward in a slow, filthy grind. "Good boy," he purred, hand tightening around both their cocks as he dragged Sasuke right to the edge—teasing, torturing, refusing to let him fall. Sasuke’s head thudded back against the floor, his moans unrestrained now, his body trembling under Naruto’s control.
"Now gimme those hands," Naruto demanded, voice thick with sadistic amusement. He yanked Sasuke’s wrists away from his own cock, guiding them roughly to the plush swell of his ass. The buruma stretched taut over his cheeks, fabric straining against the shift of muscle beneath. "Squeeze," he ordered, grinding down harder. "Show me how much you *love* this fat ass."
Sasuke’s fingers dug in immediately, kneading Naruto’s asscheeks with rough desperation, his nails scraping against the soft skin. Naruto arched into the touch, moaning exaggeratedly—loud, theatrical, just to make Sasuke burn hotter. "Fuck, you’re obsessed," he taunted, leaning back just enough to let Sasuke feel the full weight of him, the way his cock twitched against Naruto’s own thick length. "Bet you dream about this, huh? My ass bouncing on your little cock?"
Sasuke’s hips jerked violently, his cock pulsing against Naruto’s as his fingers clenched harder—bruising, possessive. Naruto grinned down at him, sweat dripping from his chin onto Sasuke’s flushed chest. "Yeah," he breathed, rolling his hips in slow circles, letting Sasuke feel every inch of him. "That’s it. Be my pervert."
With a sudden shift of weight, Naruto twisted their bodies, flipping Sasuke onto his stomach with a rough shove. Sasuke barely caught himself on his elbows, his ass instinctively lifting—only for Naruto’s knee to nudge between his thighs, spreading him wider. "Surprise, bastard," Naruto purred, grinding his thick cock against Sasuke’s exposed hole through the damp fabric of his shorts. "You’re the one getting fucked today."
The damp fabric clung obscenely as Naruto dragged it down just enough to expose the flushed curve of Sasuke’s ass—his hole clenching instinctively when Naruto’s thumb swiped over it, smearing precome from their cocks against the tight rim. Sasuke’s breath hitched, his fingers clawing at the gym mat beneath him. "Like hell—" he started, but Naruto cut him off with a sharp slap to his ass, the sound echoing off the walls.
"Shut up," Naruto growled, leaning down to lick a hot stripe up Sasuke’s spine, his free hand wrapping around Sasuke’s cock from behind—stroking him roughly while his own length pressed insistently against that tight entrance. "You begged for it," he reminded him, teeth grazing Sasuke’s shoulder. "Now take it." Sasuke’s thighs trembled, his moan muffled against his arm as Naruto’s cockhead nudged against him—stretching, claiming, undeniable.
The slick drag of Naruto’s length between Sasuke’s asscheeks was obscene, each thrust smearing precome deeper into the crease. Naruto groaned, gripping Sasuke’s hips hard enough to bruise, his voice rough with arousal. "Fuck, you’re clenching already—so fucking desperate." He ground forward harder, his cock sliding against Sasuke’s hole without pushing in, just teasing—making Sasuke squirm. "Say you want it," Naruto demanded, fingers digging into the plush flesh of Sasuke’s ass. "Say it, or I stop."
Sasuke’s breath came in ragged bursts, his cock dripping onto the gym mat beneath him. The humiliation burned hotter than the pleasure, but his hips rocked back instinctively—chasing the friction, the stretch. "I—" he bit out, voice cracking. Naruto’s thumb circled his rim, pressing just enough to make him gasp. "Fuck—*fine*." The admission tore from him, jagged and raw. "I want it."
Naruto’s palm cracked down on Sasuke’s ass, the sharp *smack* reverberating through the empty gym. Sasuke jerked forward with a choked groan, his hole fluttering around nothing. "Good bitch," Naruto crooned, leaning down to lick a stripe over the reddening mark. His tongue traced lower, hot and wet, until it pressed against Sasuke’s clenching rim. "I always prep my bitches," he murmured, voice dripping with mock sympathy before diving in—tongue fucking into him with obscene precision.
Sasuke’s fingers scrabbled at the mat, his thighs shaking as Naruto’s tongue worked him open—slow, filthy strokes that dragged moans from his throat. "Ngh—*stop*—" he gasped, but his hips pushed back, fucking himself on Naruto’s tongue. Naruto laughed against his skin, the vibration making Sasuke’s cock twitch. "Liar," he teased, nipping at Sasuke’s rim before licking back in, deeper this time. "You’re *dripping*."
The wet sounds filled the air, Naruto’s tongue relentless as he rimmed Sasuke open—spit-slick and messy, his fingers digging into Sasuke’s hips to hold him in place. "Gonna fuck you so deep," Naruto promised between licks, his own cock throbbing against Sasuke’s thigh. "Gonna make you scream." Sasuke’s breath hitched, his cock leaking onto the mat—his body betraying him, his pride in tatters as Naruto’s tongue pressed deeper, *claiming*.
Naruto pulled back with a filthy pop, saliva stringing between his lips and Sasuke’s twitching hole. His grin was feral as he wiped his mouth, thumb pressing against Sasuke’s rim—testing, teasing. "So," he purred, leaning down to nip at Sasuke’s earlobe. "*Now* you ready for me?" His cockhead nudged against Sasuke’s entrance, thick and insistent, the heat of it making Sasuke’s stomach clench. "Or you still gonna pretend you don’t *beg* for this?"
Sasuke’s fingers twisted in the gym mat, his body arching instinctively—his hole fluttering around nothing, desperate for the stretch. Naruto laughed, low and cruel, his free hand stroking Sasuke’s cock in time with his teasing thrusts. "Look at you," he murmured, voice thick with satisfaction. "All that Uchiha pride and you’re just a hole for me." His hips rolled forward, just enough to make Sasuke gasp—the tip of his cock breaching him, stretching him *wide*.
The burn was sharp, Sasuke’s body clenching instinctively around Naruto’s invading length—his thighs trembling, his breath coming in ragged bursts. Naruto groaned, fingers tightening on Sasuke’s hips as he pushed deeper, inch by brutal inch. "Fuck," he hissed, sweat dripping down his temple. "So tight—like you were made for this." Sasuke’s moan was muffled against his arm, his cock twitching pathetically as Naruto bottomed out—his ass full, his pride shattered. Naruto’s lips curled in triumph. "Say it," he demanded, grinding deep. "Say you’re *mine*."
Sasuke’s fingers clawed at the gym mat, his voice cracking under the stretch—the humiliation hotter than the pleasure. "Ngh—*fuck you*," he spat, but his hips rocked back, taking Naruto deeper. Naruto laughed, breathless and cruel, rolling his hips in slow, filthy circles—dragging his cock against Sasuke’s walls just to hear him gasp. "Already am," he taunted, leaning down to bite Sasuke’s shoulder. "And you *love* it." Sasuke’s hole fluttered around him, betraying him as Naruto’s pace quickened.
The slap of skin echoed through the gym, Naruto’s thrusts driving Sasuke forward with each snap of his hips—his cock throbbing against Sasuke’s prostate, ruthless and precise. Sasuke’s moans spilled freely now, his body arching into the touch—his cock dripping, his thighs shaking. "Look at you," Naruto panted, fingers twisting in Sasuke’s hair. "Begging for it like a bitch in heat." His thumb pressed against Sasuke’s leaking slit, smearing precome down his shaft—a filthy reminder of who owned him. Sasuke’s breath hitched, his hips jerking.
Naruto’s rhythm faltered, his own climax coiling tight in his gut—his thrusts growing erratic, his grip bruising. "Gonna fill you up," he growled, fucking into Sasuke harder, deeper. "Mark you *inside*." Sasuke’s moan was ragged, his body tensing—his cock pulsing untouched as Naruto’s words sent him over the edge. Naruto’s hips stuttered, his orgasm tearing through him—hot, thick, *claiming*—as he buried himself to the hilt, spilling deep with a groan that vibrated through Sasuke’s bones. "Mine," he panted, collapsing over Sasuke’s trembling body—his cock still twitching inside him. "Say it."
Sasuke’s breath hitched, his fingers slackening against the mat—his body oversensitive, his mind hazy. Naruto’s cum dripped from his stretched hole, sticky and warm against his thighs. Naruto nuzzled into Sasuke’s neck, teeth grazing his pulse point—a mockery of tenderness. "Say it," he repeated, voice hoarse but victorious. Sasuke swallowed hard, his throat dry, his pride in tatters. "...Yours," he muttered, the word bitter on his tongue—but his body arched back into Naruto’s touch, *betraying him*.
Naruto chuckled, low and satisfied, rolling his hips lazily—just to feel Sasuke clench around his softening cock. "Knew you’d break," he murmured, licking a stripe up Sasuke’s spine. Sasuke shuddered, his cock twitching weakly—still oversensitive, still *wanting*. Naruto’s fingers trailed down Sasuke’s stomach, teasing his spent length—just to watch him squirm. "Pathetic," he whispered, lips brushing Sasuke’s ear. "And *so* fucking *mine*."