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He's only been standing in Naruto's dorm room for a minute and Sasuke is already mad. This must be a new record.

“You are such a liar,” Sasuke grouses.

“Nuh-uh! I said we were having a movie night!” Naruto angles his grin away from him, trying to hide his apparent amusement so Sasuke can't outright attack him. However, he turns too late—Sasuke is even more pissed when he catches the unmasked smugness on his devious face. That idiot is too proud of this deranged humiliation scheme of his. “Key details were left out, sure—”

"Enjoy your night alone," Sasuke grits his teeth.

Naruto's face screws up into a pout. "But Sasuke…"

"No. I'm leaving."

A second passes. Then, another. Sasuke hesitates taking that first step.

His arms cross over his chest, squeezing them against his body a little too hard. He refuses to entertain whatever bullshit excuses spew out of Naruto's mouth. Sasuke needs to stay strong, keep his dignity intact. Spell out in unnegotiable terms that he does not appreciate even lighthearted deception, especially when it comes to their… their… relationship.

Ugh.

Ever since Naruto kissed him a few weeks ago, and then subsequently asked him out—Sasuke still isn't quite positive why he said yes—Sasuke had witnessed a horrendous change in himself. He had caught himself throwing fights in the idiot's favor.

Unintentionally, but that seems even worse. Intentionality requires control, but without intent, what is there? Sloppiness? Laziness? A lack of self-respect? Insignificant battles Sasuke would give anything to win just a few months ago were being counted as losses and Sasuke didn't think twice about them. In the years they've known each other, the years of disagreements and competition, Sasuke has never wanted to let Naruto win anything.

And yet, ever since Naruto first weaponized the word boyfriend against him, well. Sasuke crumbled. Just a bit.

When Sasuke realized this, it was bleak. Sasuke almost punched a hole through the drywall in his dorm. But it got worse. It had blown into a full-on identity crisis when it clicked that he didn't mind that much about losing. To Naruto, of all people.

Not simply because he was fine with losing, but because he discovered that it was less about accepting loss and more about preferring it for what happened after.

Letting Naruto win usually got Sasuke a tongue down his throat. Because since they started dating, that started happening after, or even during, their arguments and regular conversations. Kissing.

And Sasuke liked it. A lot.

He didn't recognize himself anymore. He had been reduced to a person who had minimal reservations trading his pride for something so stupid, so sappy, so shockingly pleasurable.

But tonight will be different. This was the perfect opportunity for a comeback. Sasuke is starved for at least one win. He's determined to earn one tonight.

"Sasuke, pretty please?"

“I’m not doing this shit."

“It's a date! It's not shit—that's mean. Take that back.”

A date? Sasuke can slap on the angriest face he can muster, but at the end of the day, he's still blushing. His arms wrap a little tighter around himself. “Watching porn isn’t a date.” 

"And why not?"

"Because."

As if Sasuke needs to elaborate. But, by the annoyed curve of his brow, Naruto seems to require an explanation.

Sasuke hates how much he likes this idiot. That's the real problem.

Naruto thinks this is a perfectly acceptable date format. Somehow, his pea-sized brain had assured him that Sasuke would be pleased by the idea. Watching porn together, on his unwashed bedspread in his stuffy dorm room. Naruto's mind has to be an echo chamber, asking questions that he already thinks he knows the answer to. So confident and carefree and unfathomably misguided.

Because in what world does he think Sasuke would be into this?

Sasuke is not trying to be difficult. Really. Getting hit with this is so unexpected and, well, weird. He can’t pinpoint the specifics of what he’s feeling—he’s not exactly angry or upset or disappointed—just that whatever the emotion is, it’s overwhelming and squirming in an unpleasant coil through his guts.

Maybe if he understood his reaction, Sasuke could successfully communicate why this date idea fucking sucks. Sasuke tries to dissect the tight, miserable bubble in his abdomen.

He feels… uncomfortable. It makes him want to lash out. There is an instinct to escape the discomfort, the likely humiliation, the very real horror of possibly saying yes to this insanity and suffering for it. Because he's saying no out loud, but his brain—his traitorous, pent-up and touch-starved brain—is thinking why the hell not?

It's thinking about kissing. More than that, maybe.

That's the only part that is clear to Sasuke—that he's at risk for some self-inflicted danger.

It's not a huge deal if he leaves and cancels their date. It's not like Sasuke had been waiting all week for this, slipping on class assignments because he kept what if-ing himself at every opportunity about tonight. What if he wants to make out? What if he sits on top of me and he gets off humping my leg again and then gets me to do it this time, too? What if I make an embarrassing sound as he watches when I—

And then, the biggest what-if. What if he asks to fuck me?

It's not a big deal at all. At all. He can leave and he will not feel any type of way about it.

Yep.

He turns around to make good on his threat and leave. Sasuke determines to protect himself tonight. He’s not putting himself in such a distressing situation with that fucking loser. No matter how much Sasuke kind of wants to.

This is the right decision. It will be perfectly fine if he runs back home, so incredibly normal if he jerks himself off in the shower and cums so hard because he's so fucking annoyed about everything.

Really, though. What is Naruto on? Does he think he's going to turn off the lights and willingly get Sasuke underneath the covers of his uncomfortable twin-size bed? Both of them surrounded by paper-thin walls, fumbling around, watching strangers fuck each other? Is he on drugs?

But that's not what bothers Sasuke the most. It's the fact that they would be watching conventionally attractive, in-shape people do things together sexually that he and Naruto haven’t tried yet. They haven’t done much of anything past the vague category of first base. The thought of Naruto watching a seasoned professional kiss and touch and act sexy and confident better than Sasuke could—because Sasuke has no experience with anything, his parents didn't even really hug him when they were alive—it would be a disaster. Naruto could only end up disappointed by him, upset when Sasuke inevitably couldn't replicate those results or actions. He'd realize that maybe he made a mistake asking to date him.

Sasuke can't think about it that hard without getting ill.

Sasuke doesn't even know why that freaks him out. The fear is unreasonable. He's better than Naruto at everything. There's no way that sex is his weak point. That's impossible. He's probably great at it. It doesn't seem that hard.

But, what if?

In hindsight, maybe Sasuke made the mistake. He doesn’t think he would’ve agreed to date his only real friend if he knew how fucking insane it would make him about every inconsequential thing. He never used to think about sex this much, or at least, had never been so distressed and neurotic about it. He had never dwelled on whether his spit or his cum tasted okay, and yet, here he is. Thinking about precisely that.

It's all Naruto's fault. Being so annoyingly himself, smiling and kissing him and calling him pretty when he took Sasuke in his big, sweaty palm and stroked his dick. Pinned him down and kept the smoldering eye contact going the entire time, telling Sasuke how perfect he fit in his hand, how nice his dick was. How good it felt.

The first time that happened, it broke Sasuke. The second and third iterations, well, it damaged him beyond repair.

Sasuke needs to get out of here before he does something stupid.

Sasuke wraps his hand around the door handle. That movement triggers Naruto to respond, to take Sasuke seriously, to jump up and change Sasuke's mind. Naruto practically knocks the wind out of him, pressing Sasuke face-first and flat against the surface of the door. The move flirts too close to breaking Sasuke's nose or chipping a tooth.

“Sasuke, wait!”

“Get off me!”

“No! I want you to hear me out. Please?”

"You're so fucking annoying." 

Sasuke shuts his eyes. He can feel Naruto’s breath tickle the back of his neck. Sasuke tenses up to prevent himself from shivering, to cinch his throat closed and stop himself from voicing his impulsive thoughts, like for Naruto to kiss him there. He's done it before, right under and behind his ear, that sensitive patch of skin that Sasuke didn't know existed until Naruto caught it between his teeth and sucked.

Don't get hard. Don't get hard.

“Listen.” Naruto removes himself from Sasuke’s back, releasing him from the pinned position to the door. But he doesn't let go. He flips Sasuke around, trapping him between both of his arms, caging him in, getting way too close to his face and digging straight into his soul. “I wanna get you off.”

Oh my god.

“Don’t look at me like that! I know I've done it before, but I wanna be good at it.” Naruto speaks with too much enthusiasm, oblivious to Sasuke’s mind clouding over from his extremely personal and shocking admission that he's given serious thought to how to make Sasuke feel good. “I was like maybe if we watched some things together or whatever, we could—y’know, get to know what we’re both into?"

Sasuke feels himself starting to sweat.

Naruto keeps going. "It'd be a way for us to figure out what we wanna… try together. What our turn-ons are or aren't. I think it'll be super hot if you give it a chance.”

Sasuke swallows. This is a lot.

And he somehow agrees with Naruto. That does sound hot.

Sasuke had imagined how tonight would go—the actual date, maybe getting dinner somewhere off campus together and then do something really stupid and fun like mini golf or whatever the fuck people do on dates.

Then they’d come back here and, if things went well, maybe make out for a while. Sasuke would end up beneath his boyfriend (he still isn’t used to referring to Naruto like that, it doesn’t sound real, it sounds crazy, actually) and maybe, maybe spread his legs a little and see what he could get without actually asking for it. Then, maybe they'd get walked in on by one of Naruto’s roommates, like that quiet weirdo exchange student with the bad dye job and a face tattoo of all things. That had been the extent of Sasuke's imagination.

Sasuke hadn't dreamed that Naruto would seriously proposition him to watch porn together for research purposes. And try things out on each other, both of them discussing sex and their desires as casually as talking about the weather. 

Is this Naruto’s way of telling him he wants to have real sex? That he's tired of waiting? That he's bored by all the hand stuff? That he's hoping that Sasuke takes the hint? That Naruto's patience for the snail pace of the physical part of the relationship, the thing Sasuke's actually having the easiest time with, has finally worn out?

Heat shoots through Sasuke's belly, mixing horribly with the new nauseating anxiety and the confusing knot of emotion still lodged inside.

Fuck, Sasuke wants him so bad.

But all of this is just too much, too fast. He isn’t ready for it. Not yet. Right? He needs to be more prepared. Sasuke doesn’t feel anything except a little scared.

Just how is Naruto so normal about this? Does he not think any of this isn't fucking bonkers? That they've been friends forever, that Naruto knew Sasuke at the worst part of his life and helped him through it, that they grew up together and tried to kill each other too many times to count and now suddenly they're in the middle of a conversation about trying to be better at making each other cum?

"Well?" Naruto prods. "Do you wanna try?"

A small, noncommital grunt is all Sasuke can manage.

“Oh, c’mon. It won’t be so bad. It'll be fun.”

“I don’t know.”

“Please?”

Sasuke huffs. “You’re a disgusting pervert.”

“Yeah, I am. But you know that already.” He pokes Sasuke in the middle of his chest. “The real question is—are you?”

The blood drains out of Sasuke's face. “Excuse me?”

“I don’t know what you like,” Naruto frowns, as if whatever he's saying should be obvious. “Or if you even like what we’ve done so far. You don't really say much. You're kinda quiet.”

"I came, didn't I?"

Naruto rolls his eyes. "But did you like it?"

Sasuke's mouth snaps shut.

Naruto sighs. "I don't get what the problem is. I love making you cum. It's awesome. I'd do it every day if you'd let me." Naruto huffs. "See? I did it. It's not hard to say."

"Idiot."

"Fuck, dude—yes, or no?"

He really has to answer this, doesn't he?

After a struggle of a moment, Sasuke answers him with a blush dominating his face. "Yes. It was… acceptable."

“Acceptable? Really?” Naruto groans, frustration palpable in his breath against Sasuke's face. “Can't you be honest? And, like, why do I gotta force this out of you? Unless you hate it and you're too much of a coward to tell me.”

"Fuck off. I'm not a coward."

"You sure?"

“Positive.”

"Okay, so tell me for real."

Sasuke glares at him in silence.

“Look, I get it," Naruto sighs again, but this time, it's softer. Gentler. Like he's handling a newborn kitten rather than an aggressive, cornered feral. "It's awkward to talk about. But it doesn't have to be. You’re being such a baby about this.”

“I hate you.”

“Why are you being so difficult? Do you not wanna feel good?”

Sasuke doesn’t know what to say.

Naruto keeps him pressed against the door. Their noses are one bad decision away from touching. “I just," Naruto tries again, blue eyes a vivid shade of desperate exhaustion. "This would make it easier to share what we like with each other.”

Sasuke balks. “Watching porn together is easier?”

“Yeah, maybe! I don’t know!” Naruto groans, touching his forehead to Sasuke's. Fresh heat tingles through his cheeks. His resolve have never been in more danger of slipping. "I mean, if either of us gets hard, that's a good indicator we like something, yeah?"

Slipping, slipping, slipping.

"And, like," Naruto adds, and for the first time, appears sheepish. His attention shifts away and that's when Sasuke notices that Naruto's flushed, too. "I kinda need some reassurance. From you. That I'm doing a good job. That you like what I'm doing. That you—you like me."

Fuck.

Sasuke sucks in a deep breath, trying to keep himself from humiliating himself more than he's about to. “Yeah. Sure. Okay.”

Another fight, thrown in his favor.

Naruto sparkles. "You mean it?"

“Kill yourself.”

“Wow," Naruto laughs, expression incredulous and delighted at the same time. "I’m not trying to make you uncomfortable or torture you or whatever. My only goal is to figure out what gets you hot and then use those things to make you cum so hard you pass out.”

“Stop. Speaking like that. It's gross,” Sasuke mumbles, struggling to maintain his frown. Trying desperately not to imagine what those things could be.

“Oh, you’re so cute when you blush—okay, okay, stay! Please.” Naruto holds his shoulders, annihilating Sasuke's last-ditch effort for escape. “I want you to like sleeping with me.”

“You think I don't like it?” Sasuke forces out. "I wouldn't let you touch me otherwise."

It’s all Sasuke thinks about, to be honest. How much he enjoys physical intimacy with Naruto. He's been having trouble focusing in every one of his lectures and losing sleep because he’s been obsessively fantasizing about how it’ll feel when Naruto finally fucks him. Actually fucks him with his dick inside him. How Sasuke has decided internally, shamefully, that he needs to be claimed that way by Naruto. Sasuke imagines hundreds of times a day how good it will feel, how fulfilling, how it'll be so wildly better than using his own fingers.

He wonders if it'll hurt. If he'll like it even if it does hurt.

“Ten minutes,” Naruto states, his thumbs caressing the curve of Sasuke's shoulders. “Humor me for ten minutes, and if you really hate it, we'll stop. I'll put on whatever scary ass movie you want. I promise.”

“Okay,” Sasuke says. His voice does not sound steady. It cracks. “Deal.”

“If it makes you feel any better, we got the place for ourselves for a few hours. I told the guys I needed some alone time with my hot as fuck bf. I bribed everyone with dinner.”

Sasuke rolls his eyes and refuses to smile. “And what about my dinner? Where is it?”

“Oh my god, Sasuke, do you ever shut up?”

Sullenly, Naruto sets them up on his cramped slab of a bed, mumbling all the while and complaining to himself along the lines of later, asshole. He pulls out his laptop from his backpack and plugs it into the surge protector on his nightstand. Naruto kneels on the floor beside his bed, and starts exiting out of his forty plus opened tabs. Sasuke takes note of the fingerprints smudged everywhere on the screen and the lack of a protective case.

When his laptop has a fighting chance to run properly and not overheat, that's when Naruto navigates to his adult website of choice. One that Sasuke himself recognizes and Naruto must be familiar with since it pops up in the address bar as a suggested site, one that he has clearly has visited before. Sasuke tries not to focus on that.

However, it’s easy not to dwell too much on Naruto watching porn in his free time when suddenly there’s a mismatched collage of tits and dicks and naked bodies multiplying on screen. Each window is accompanied by the grating sounds of women moaning and ridiculous, almost-cartoonish sound effects, everything competing together in an awful depraved cacophony blasting on full volume out of the tinny laptop speakers.

"I hate these stupid pop-ups," Naruto groans, closing out every single one and the newly opened tabs and windows.

"You're going to get a virus," Sasuke says.

Naruto doesn't look up. "If it's for you, babe, it's worth it."

Sasuke must make a noise, because Naruto glances over and winks at him.

When he's done, Naruto pops up to his feet and onto the bed. He sits upright with his back against the wall, patting the space next to him for Sasuke to join him. Sasuke does, and just when he can feel the furnace of Naruto's body heat against his arm and starts to warm up to the situation, Naruto shoves his laptop out of the way and launches himself off the bed, leaving Sasuke both perplexed and annoyed and now, alone.

“Sorry,” Naruto calls, rifling through the mini kitchenette. It's an utter mess. Sasuke would bet money that they don't own a single cleaning spray. Naruto extracts a plastic-wrapped package and an enormous, orange plastic bowl. He grins at Sasuke. “Popcorn?”

"That's what you're feeding me?"

"What the hell—I was gonna order us something later, alright?" Naruto deflates, opening the plastic wrap and putting the popcorn bag into the microwave with a childish pout. "You really won't let me surprise you at all. You suck at this dating stuff, y'know that?"

Sasuke brushes the comment away as if it doesn't slam into his very raw insecurities surrounding that exact thing.

He instead focuses on getting comfortable, sullenly wrapping his boyfriend’s comforter around his shoulders, acting as if he's cold and not preemptively covering himself up to hide the boner he will inevitably pop. Sasuke waits in dejected silence for the microwave to beep, his listless stare directed at his phone while Naruto talks at him, finding no issues with the fact that he's currently microwaving a fucking snack to watch porn with.

“Have some,” Naruto offers the bowl to him the second he plops back down.

Sasuke glares. “No.”

Naruto scoffs. “You're such a wet blanket.”

Sasuke’s frown deepens as Naruto repositions his laptop between them, far enough that they don't have to crane their necks down too much. Instead of starting a video, Naruto glances at him and smiles, reaching out to touch Sasuke's cheek. Sasuke’s heart thumps faster as Naruto strokes his skin, skimming too close to the corner of his mouth. Sasuke’s face burns hot, trying to shy away from the attention but Naruto clicks his tongue and keeps their eyes locked with the most teasing, most affectionate smile plastered on his stupidly handsome face.

“You won’t hate it,” Naruto reassures. “I promise.”

—

It turns out, Sasuke does not hate it. It's actually kind of fun.

Right at the start, Sasuke finds himself almost laughing with Naruto at the incessant pop-up ads, the Hot Milfs Near You Down To Fuck, and other various flavors of depravity designed to steal your credit card information. If he can believe it, that's what helps him take this whole situation less seriously. The ridiculousness turns everything playful, like a game.

Naruto queues up a bunch of different videos and goes through them one by one. Even with the lewd moaning and the initial shock of dicks and the occasional pussy flashing before his eyes, Sasuke discovers it is surprisingly easy to relax, to lean into Naruto’s very cozy side and not overthink anything.

They shake their heads and mock the overacting. The cheesy dialogue. The holey plotlines. The clownish mannerisms. Sasuke assures himself that he will never behave this way in any sexual scenario. With Naruto snickering beside him, he acknowledges in private relief that Naruto doesn't expect anything like that from him, either. Those nerves escape Sasuke through their shared laughter.

Not all the nerves, though. Watching porn with someone else, with someone Sasuke really, really likes, adds an intimidation factor he is unable to get over just yet.

Naruto doesn't seem to share the same reservations, and if he does, he masks it impressively for someone who advertises his emotions like a light-up billboard. Naruto's posture, the cadence of his voice, the bowl of popcorn he demolishes at an alarming speed—Sasuke envies how chill he seems.

A nudge to his side rips Sasuke's attention away from a waifish twink calling a guy twice his size daddy. Naruto holds a single piece of popcorn out to him, wordlessly offering it to him. And Sasuke, possessed by some immutable urge, leans in and takes the piece with his mouth, his lips brushing against the salty and buttery flavor of Naruto's fingers.

The dark look he shoots Sasuke eradicates any regret he might have come to posess from the flirty move. Sasuke almost smiles when Naruto declares, point-blank, that he's really into that.

"The daddy thing?" Sasuke smirks, playing coy.

"No, the whole feeding you and getting my fingers in your mouth thing." Naruto grins and throws Sasuke off his momentary footing in his own confidence when he presses his thumb to Sasuke's bottom lip. "Are you into the daddy thing?"

"No," Sasuke says. "That's surprising. Considering we're both fatherless."

Naruto bursts out laughing. "We could do rock-paper-scissors to decide who gets to be daddy that time."

Sasuke rolls his eyes but doesn't move, enjoying the feeling of Naruto tracing his lip for another moment before he retracts his hand to get another handful of popcorn. Maybe when he gets the courage, he'll tell Naruto to not be a chicken and slip his fingers in his mouth.

Every now and then, Naruto offers him a single piece and every time, his breath hitches when Sasuke eats it from his fingers. The motion feels more and more like a kiss with every ocurrance. Sasuke hopes this is enough evidence for Naruto to realize how deeply into this Sasuke is.

Naruto has more self-discipline than Sasuke credits him for. He doesn't let the so-flirty-Sasuke-can't-believe-he's-doing-it gesture derail his video-watching agenda. He does suck in a breath when Sasuke's tongue "accidentally" swipes his fingertip. The silent warning look he sends Sasuke makes him aware that both of them are hard. Neither of them outright mentions it. Which, somehow, turns Sasuke on like he can't believe.

Instead of acknowledging their shared problem and maybe taking it into his hand, Naruto asks with his mouth full if Sasuke wants to try this or that, isolating details from the videos. Hair pulling or spitting in each other’s mouths or name-calling or dirty talk or spanking. Sasuke hides his expression in the crook of Naruto's shoulder, each topic flustering him more. Naruto shows no mercy and pesters him until he responds. Sasuke permanently exists in a state of embarrassment as Naruto rips painful answers out of him, forcing a yes or a no or a maybe out of him for every kink.

"Watching each other jerk off?"

Yes.

"Playing with your nipples?"

Yes?

"Kissing after a blowjob?"

Sasuke almost chokes on that yes.

"Oh, nice," Naruto grins, clearly not giving much thought to the fact that they haven't blown each other yet and Naruto is asking Sasuke his opinion about the finer details. "I think that’s lowkey romantic."

That makes his head spin—Naruto shrugging his shoulders and plainly stating that he wants to eat Sasuke's cum and swap both that and his own spit into Sasuke's mouth.

It's excruciating. And extremely hot, being open about this stuff. It makes it less scary, less shameful, and more apparent to Sasuke that Naruto is seriously thinking about these activities and how he wants to do them with Sasuke.

And Naruto. Naruto keeps touching him all the while. He asks Sasuke if it’s okay to rub his leg. If he can kiss his neck a little. It’s like pulling teeth for Sasuke to voice his approval, that he likes this intimate, sensual stuff. He burns for it. His dick aches so bad underneath the damn blanket.

Sasuke is half paying attention to the nipple torture video when Naruto trails kisses down his throat and bites him, hard. The most disgraceful sound ekes out of him as his fingers dig into Naruto's arm. Fuck. Sasuke slaps a hand over his mouth on instinct, eyes wide as Naruto openly laughs at him. He's still giggling when he bites Sasuke again in the same spot, and those giggles turn interested when Sasuke twitches against his will, an-equally unpermitted muffled noise dying against his palm.

“Sorry, I didn’t catch that?”

Sasuke removes the hand from his mouth and swallows. He's so hard he feels stupid. “This. I’m—I’m into this.”

Naruto's eyes crinkle. “Making fun of you?”

Sasuke’s flush deepens. Yeah, the teasing is a turn-on. He will not admit that, though. Not yet. “Kissing my neck. Biting. That.” He loses his confidence when it hits him how honest he is. Sasuke looks towards the door. "It feels good."

Triumphant, Naruto squeezes his thigh, which almost rips another degrading sound out of Sasuke's chest as he begins dotting more kisses around his jaw. Scrapes his teeth on the hollow of his throat. Sinks his teeth in just the barest amount in the side of his neck. Sasuke's nails dig into Naruto's arm as he suppresses a spine-deep shiver.

“Wait, do you actually like hickeys?" Naruto asks. "You always yell at me when I try—”

“I don't like the attention they bring. That makes me feel weird. But,” Sasuke swallows. “I don’t hate them.”

"Do you like them? Or just don't hate them?"

Sasuke bites the inside of his cheek. What's he got to the lose at his point? "I love them."

Naruto leans in a places a chaste kiss right beneath his ear. “Perfect, I’ll give you plenty of 'em.”

Sasuke almost moans at that. Almost.

He is so close to kicking the laptop off the bed and climbing on top of his boyfriend. Sasuke doesn’t really have a game plan for what he’d do exactly, only that he would give anything to do it right fucking now.

Sasuke teeters on the dangerous brink of asking Naruto to shove his hand in his pants, to plead him for those hickeys, to be okay with Sasuke dragging his nails down his arms and back and take their sweet time grinding into each other.

Yet, Naruto pulls him back from the edge. He moves off his neck and kisses Sasuke's cheek, returning his attention to the computer. And not on driving Sasuke insane. “What do you usually jerk off to?”

Sasuke's blood cools. He's too reactive, too easily swayed by temptation and the promise of feeling good. He gives himself a beat before he responds. “Not answering that.”

“Damn,” Naruto sighs, whining. “I thought buttering you up would do the trick.”

“What about you?” Sasuke huffs, trying not to be obvious with how he’s trying to press himself closer, more fully against him. “You’re not sharing.”

Naruto's mouth curves. He seems delighted to have the question lobbed back at him. Somehow, Sasuke knows he committed a terrible mistake. “Well,” Naruto smirks. “For starters, I think about you.”

Sasuke’s stomach flips. He can taste the I think about you, too on his own lips. Before Sasuke admits something he can't take back, before he can blurt out about the countless times he's cried out Naruto's name into his pillow as he spilled into his own fist, he scrambles to replace it with something safer. “You better.”

Naruto leans in closer. “I think about the face you make when you're about to cum.”

Sasuke smacks his arm.

Naruto snorts, but he keeps going, undeterred by the harmless, minor violence. “I watch a lot of porn, too, gotta be honest. Lots of amateur videos, not like, um, the bigger budget stuff we've been looking at. It’s all real couples. You can really tell how obsessed they are with each other. They have insane chemistry with each other. It kinda feels like I shouldn't be able to see any of it, y'know? It's so hot.”

“Uh-huh,” is the only intelligent thing Sasuke has to say.

“There's so much of it. Creampies. BDSM type stuff, hitting and blindfolding and tying each other up. And candle wax? It's wild." Naruto's eyes twinkle. "I also saw this girl milk her boyfriend’s prostate. That was sick.”

Sasuke pretends to study the half-eaten popcorn bowl. “You can put one on. If you want.”

“But what do you want?” Naruto counters. Sasuke remains silent and Naruto pokes his cheek. “Just say yes or no, you baby.”

“Yes,” Sasuke grumbles eventually. He is curious. “Since you’re so annoying about it.”

Naruto looks so pleased.

The video Naruto chooses makes Sasuke hold his breath. There's a couple, two guys, one of them between the other's spread legs. Neither of them have flawless, shiny bodies. They’re regular people with fat and body hair and flawed skin. The camera intentionally avoids capturing either of their faces in the frame. All that’s visible are their bodies from the shoulders down, dim lighting engulfing them.

Nothing over the top happens. That’s what Sasuke doesn’t understand. The two men laugh like they're playing their favorite game, caressing each other affectionately. Whispering things to each other that the microphone doesn’t pick up. They grope each other without shame—the top has the bottom pinned to the bed. Rubs him through his clothes, playing with his dick over his light gray underwear, the outline so clear in the thin, almost translucent fabric. The wet spot from the precum leaking out of him grows more and more visible as time passes. The moans grow louder and more frequent as the stain gets bigger.

What Naruto said is true. Sasuke feels like he shouldn't be able to see this. It’s really, really hot.

The sounds they make are, too. None of it’s exaggerated—not the laughter, the deep breaths, the little happy groans when the bottom has his cock exposed and gets a few nice-looking, firm strokes. He gets slapped on the thigh when he fucks up into the fist. Sasuke can hear him squeak out sorry.

The video has only played for a few minutes and Sasuke, to his horror, feels himself leaking a little into his too-tight underwear.

Naruto, for once, doesn’t talk. He sits beside him, silent and docile, hand resting on Sasuke’s thigh, squeezing it when Sasuke's breath hitches. His mouth fills with spit, Sasuke's brain numb with the fantasy of Naruto holding him down, jerking him off to the same rhythm as the video.

But the handjob stops. There’s an awkward pause and some repositioning, searching for something most likely misplaced on the bedspread. After a little searching, the top presents to the camera what looks to be a mini massage gun. He turns it on and presses it near the tip of the bottom’s leaky cock. His body jolts. Another laugh. A slurred out finally. Then a euphoric, low-pitched uhhhhh as a hand starts playing with his balls.

Sasuke stops breathing. Naruto squeezes a little higher up his thigh.

“I’m into that,” Sasuke mumbles for some reason, sucking in a small gulp of air into his burning lungs.

“What part?”

“Everything.”

Naruto laughs then, and removes his hand from Sasuke’s thigh and uses both hands to cradle his face, pulling Sasuke closer to him, their lips only a small distance away from a kiss. "You wanna fuck like that?"

Sasuke nods without hesitation.

“Want me to use a vibe on you? Tease you? Until it gets to be too much?”

Sasuke’s eyes widen. He barely has the strength to answer with anything louder than a whisper. “I wouldn’t say no.”

Naruto leans in the fraction of an inch to kiss him, too brief for Sasuke’s liking. “Same. I've watched this video so many times, and every time, I wish I was doing that with you.”

Sasuke's entire body pulses. "Oh. Okay."

Naruto switches his attention back to the laptop. Sasuke wants to throttle him.

Naruto must detect his frustration. He actually seems apologetic. That bastard knows exactly what he's doing and how good he's doing it. “I wanna look at a few more things. Tell me what you think of them, okay, babe?”

Most of the things Naruto shows him are resounding yeses. It's almost as if Naruto had preconceived notions of the exact flavor of freak Sasuke is and is simply confirming those suspicions with this "date." It's a genius scheme, and Sasuke is more impressed than pissed by how easily he took the bait.

Sasuke struggles to overlay his affirmatives with a disinterested tone. Hair pulling. Edging. Dom/sub types of play. Pain, in so many alluring forms. Yes yes yes. Sasuke gives out a handful of maybes. Very few nos.

Then Naruto pulls up a bondage video. It’s some sort of scene where one of the participants has all their limbs tied to the bedposts. The person is helpless, spread open and denied the use of their arms and legs, bound to that singular spot on the rumpled sheets. They’re at the mercy of whatever their partner does to them.

That is the most emphatic no Sasuke gives. 

“Huh,” Naruto seems taken aback by how forceful his answer is. He lowers the volume, but lets it play. “Can you explain why? Just so I know and don’t do anything kinda similar that upsets you.”

“It’s fucking weird," he almost sneers. Sasuke is more comfortable glaring at the wall than those confused blue eyes. The idea of bondage spawns complicated, nervous feelings in him. Funneling them into disgust, and not analyzing them, is automatic. Too easy to resist. "Why would anyone willingly do that? It doesn’t make any sense.”

Nodding—but clearly not satisfied by the reasoning—Naruto pulls him closer. In that sudden, flush of body contact, Sasuke realizes his error. He came out too intense, too quick in his reaction.

Sasuke’s eyes have nowhere left to land but on the screen, the video still going. The needy sounds, the playful threats and the multi-layered vulnerability sour in his belly. And yet, Sasuke still watches it, unable to tear his attention away. Naruto whispers in his ear. "Your heartbeat is really fast right now.”

Before Sasuke can argue with him, Naruto changes the video to something normatively, boringly horny that Sasuke doesn't need to interrogate anything about himself about. Naruto smooths his hands up and down his arms, trying to calm him down. Saying sorry without saying it aloud.

The bondage video is no longer on, but Sasuke can't unstick his thoughts from it. The discomfort, the emotion, the tiny speck of curiosity.

He's too overwhelmed. Too many things balloon his thoughts, stretching his attention in several, competing directions—Naruto’s warmth embracing him, the slow, heavy petting along the bare, goosebumpy skin on his forearm, the pain of his neglected cock trapped against his thigh, the sheer worry about what comes next. Or if anything does come next at all, because Sasuke is so sweaty. So jumpy. So cornered and embarrassed and is one teasing comment away from ripping himself away and out the door.

Sasuke breathes instead. He doesn't actually want to leave.

He wants that loser on top of him with an intensity Sasuke has never grappled with before. Naruto, holding him, toying with him, experimenting with every kink and action they discussed. Rendering Sasuke helpless in a way. Vulnerable.

Naruto traces along his arms and shoulders before traveling down to Sasuke's chest. His stomach. His sides. On top of his clothes, but teasing the idea of going beneath them with every little tug on the hem of his shirt. The brush of Naruto’s chapped lips drags along his neck. Sasuke gasps. Naruto nips the spot where his neck meets his shoulder. Sasuke glares at him, weak and threadbare.

Naruto rolls his eyes, but his grin turns devious as he whispers against his neck. “Wanna make out?”

Sasuke almost says please.

The computer gets shoved to the side, goes somewhere out of the way. Naruto, smirking, gently lowers Sasuke onto his back. He moves the blanket away, glancing down at the visible bulge in Sasuke's pants.

Sasuke is so flip-flopped, so turned on, so all over the place from being hard and scared and angry at the same time, he almost cries out when his boyfriend climbs on top of him. And then, finally, Naruto kisses him. Their mouths slide against each other, so hungry and insistent as Naruto settles some of his weight against Sasuke's hips, pinning Sasuke's dick against his stomach. Naruto's cock presses into the inside of his thigh.

His arms wrap around Naruto’s back, his neck, and he kisses back harder, his body rolling into the rhythm without a second thought. Clumsy, but enthusiastic. Needy, even. Maybe grinding against Naruto a little too much, starved for friction that Sasuke has been craving since they started this silly excuse of a date.

Naruto moans in his mouth when Sasuke pulls at his hair, the sound unrestrained. Sasuke does it again and the sound shoots straight down into his dick.

Sasuke never imagined how much he would be into kissing. He loves it—it's so intimate. It heats his belly, the best kind of push and pull. And, well, it feels really, really good. The licking, the biting, the sucking and teasing. Everything.

He didn’t know until he tried how much pleasure there was to be had in kissing. It's crazy how sensitive his mouth is. How gross yet wonderful it is to push their tongues together, get spit smeared on his lips, feel every stutter in Naruto's breath against him. That he can practically taste when he does something that Naruto likes. How good it feels that it inevitably rips a moan out of him no matter how hard he tries to silence himself, how Naruto always reassures him how sexy it is. I know that you’re enjoying yourself that way. You sound hot. It gets my dick so hard. Do it again.

He is shameless. That turns Sasuke on more than he'd like to admit.

The wet trail of Naruto’s lips wander down Sasuke's neck, under the collar of his shirt. He sucks little harsh nips all over his skin, the pressure of teeth and brief splits of delicious pain too much. Sasuke gasps, wet and pitchy, digging the back of his skull into the pillow as he arches into it, but he’s not even embarrassed how slutty the sound is. He’s too aroused to be embarrassed. He holds Naruto closer, tilting his head even more so Naruto can mark more spots on his shoulder, his collarbone. 

“Wow,” Naruto giggles, lips smacking as he pulls back. “You’re really into this.” 

“Harder,” Sasuke whimpers, scrunching his brows in annoyance. “Bite harder. Don’t be a pussy.”

Naruto doesn't expect that to come out of his mouth. If Sasuke wasn't so activated, so sex-swooned, he'd realize that the flush in Naruto's cheeks wasn't discomfort, but rather raw interest. “Isn’t that gonna hurt—”

“I want it to hurt,” Sasuke blurts, exasperated.

Fuck, did he say that out loud?

Naruto doesn't miss a beat. He helps Sasuke remove his shirt and tosses it aside. “I got you, babe. Tell me if it’s too much.”

Sasuke doesn’t have the opportunity to regret his candidness. Naruto's biting him again, harder, and Sasuke hooks his hip around him, rutting their cocks together. He fails to keep himself from completely relinquishing his composure as Naruto marks him up, from high on his neck to the top of his chest.

He grinds into Naruto harder, moaning choppier when the pain outweighs the pleasure, and somehow, that's exactly what Sasuke wants. He's probably bleeding, will be bruised for days, but who cares? Sasuke whines out the filthiest little oww that sounds identical to the brainless follow-up of fuck, that's good when Naruto's teeth trap one of his nipples and sucks.

"Yeah, babe. That's it." And then, Naruto groans. "I love your tits."

Sasuke feels those words vibrate in his bones. "Don't c-call them that."

Naruto answers him with a harder, stinging bite to his other nipple. Sasuke's body locks up, his hold on Naruto tightening.

Naruto’s weight sinks them even deeper into the bed, the creaking of the weathered university-issued mattress like scraping rubber. The movement, the rocking—it sounds like sex. Sasuke likes the sound, how loud it is, yet what he really likes the most is that it serves as evidence that this isn't a dream. It's real.

It's more than that though, the squeaking, that tells him it's real—it's the taste of artificial butter and hot skin in his mouth, the smell of the idiot's sweat and that sharp, artificial scent from his 3-in-1 shampoo. The itching of his fingertips on Naruto's regretfully clothed back, scratching through the sweaty tangle of his hair, the sensation of their asynchronous heartbeats pressing into each other and slowly matching their rhythm. Naruto is here, only a few bites away from making him blow his load early in his pants, sucking on his neck, his chest, his tits, everywhere he can.

This has to be real.

Sasuke is a fool to think he ever stood a chance. Naruto’s teeth keep carving into him, his cock throbbing in that painful, desperate achey way he only started to experience when Naruto started touching him like this.

Sasuke is losing it. He's losing so bad.

"Ah," Sasuke exhales, ragged and fragile. There's no way Naruto can't feel how hard his cock jumps from that bite. Heat flares in his ribcage. Fuck, that hurts.

"Lemme hear you, Sasuke."

"That's—fuckfuck." His garbled, half-swallowed cry vibrates through him. He clenches his muscles tighter, staving off the inevitable. He can't take much more of this.

He still doesn’t understand how Naruto, that fucking lame-ass cheeseball, is so good at this. He’s a dork. So cringe. And yet. He’s perfect. He's patient and every bit himself and he says all the right things. He makes fooling around together so much fun.

Sasuke wishes he could tell him how fucking hot he gets him. How he's mad about it. Sasuke could make out with him for hours and not get bored. How, actually, Sasuke wants that so bad it nauseates him. How it reduces him into a delirious mess, so much so that he wouldn’t even care if Naruto spread his thighs right now and stripped off the rest of his clothes and finally, finally did something about his virginity. Take it and crumple it in his hands. Throw it away. Maybe even eat it. Do it and get rid of it so Sasuke doesn’t have to keep thinking about it. 

“You’re trembling,” Naruto says, his voice husky and lips shiny with spit. “You okay?”

“Shut up,” Sasuke begs, his denied release and whirlwind thoughts roughening his voice. “Keep going.”

“Alright, alright.” 

Sasuke keeps thinking about the bondage, that simple, uncomplicated setup. He thinks about that negotiated helplessness as Naruto worships his neck, groaning against his throat as he shamelessly humps his dick between Sasuke’s thighs. He's being held down, scrabbling at Naruto's back, powerless to do anything but take what he's given. And Sasuke is obsessed with it. What if Sasuke couldn't do any of that—touch him, drag his nails down his spine? What if Naruto tied his arms back and behind him, trapped beneath his horizontal body, or maybe secured to the headboard of the bed and—

Sasuke snaps out of it when Naruto breaks away to admire the slew of bruises and teeth marks on his skin. His mouth opens in disbelief, gaze scanning the mess. Sasuke’s body thrums—by how happy Naruto appears, he knows he's going to somewhat regret this in the morning.

“I can’t believe you’re into this,” Naruto marvels. He reaches out to a particularly nasty bruise on his collarbone and presses a finger into his handiwork. Sasuke flinches. Naruto whistles, his prior amazement turning smug. “I didn’t think you’d be such a slut for pain.”

"A-a slut?" Sasuke splutters. "What is wrong with you?"

"Like, a slut in an empowering way. Obviously."

“Fuck you,” Sasuke groans, but his heart isn't into it.

Shit. He likes that. Enjoys being called a slut. Likes getting hurt, likes being teased, likes Naruto drawing attention to Sasuke's needs and exploiting them. Sasuke is pretty sure he doesn't act like a slut, not really. He kind of stops himself from acting on those impulses, but he feels like Naruto can see that truth about him in his soul. The potential for it. The desire to indulge in it, to not shy away from asking what he wants and happily and openly enjoying it.

Sasuke wishes he could be less guarded. So much of this stems from denial—denial that he gets a head rush when Naruto stares at him with open want, denial that he even craves physical pleasure in the first place, denial that Sasuke had become addicted to Naruto moaning his name as if it was the greatest thing to ever come out of his stupid mouth. What if Sasuke let go of every shred of denial and instead accepted his desires? How freeing would it be if he could ask Naruto for what he wanted and then receive it?

One day, he hopes, he'll quit being such a repressed freak.

"How bad is it?" Sasuke asks, wincing when Naruto pushes a thumb into another tender bruise.

"You look amazing," Naruto says. "I did a great job."

Sasuke does not like the sound of that. Rather than strike up a fight to hide how embarrassed he is that he begged Naruto the mark him up like an empty bathroom stall, Sasuke forces out, the words gravelly and low. "It felt good. Thanks."

"I know, babe. You sounded sexy as fuck bossing me around."

Sasuke swallows.

“I'll shut up now,” Naruto grins, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “I know a way to keep my mouth busy.”

Sasuke's eyes narrow, willing his pulse to calm down. "What do you mean?"

“Can I blow you?”

Oh.

Sasuke blinks. There is nothing but static between his ears. “I’m—” Yes yes yes. Please. “I think I should shower first. I’m… sweaty.”

“No, you smell good. I want you like this. Take off your pants.”

“I didn’t agree to anything yet." Sasuke even hears how lame and unconvincing he sounds.

Naruto cocks his head. “So you don’t want to get sucked off?”

Sasuke glares at the wall as he undresses himself.

He keeps his eyes closed, unable to face Naruto leering at his almost completely naked body, so close to his needy, drippy cock. It's so red and sticky, there is no hiding how much everything is getting to him. Know how hot Sasuke finds this. How close he was to busting from a little dry humping and a few love bites.

Sasuke's eyes shoot open when Naruto licks him.

It's a velvety scrape up the underside of his dick. Sasuke cries out, body chasing the wet sensation. His hand flies over his mouth, struggling to keep himself from completely forgoing his dignity as those shy licks turn bolder. Tracing him up and down. Kissing him everywhere. The seam of his balls. The ticklish inside of his thighs. When Naruto opens his mouth for the head of his cock and sucks him, Sasuke curses out a slew of breathless nonsense.

Naruto is probably not especially skilled at this, but Sasuke's never done this, either. Despite the inexperience, it feels indescribable. It’s an inviting, pliant mouth on the most sensitive part of his body, and that’s enough in itself. It’s exploratory and a tad awkward, but it’s perfect. Naruto alternates between concentrated and sweeping sensations, little experiments to test how Sasuke reacts when his lips kiss a vein or nudge his foreskin to expose and play with the sticky, pink skin. The oversensitive slit.

Sasuke mouths fuck me against his clammy palm, his breathing shallowing, muffled and dizzying from blocking his air intake. Naruto sucks a fresh drip of precum out of him before he pulls off of him. Sasuke almost passes out when he sees how shiny and flushed Naruto's lips are. From sucking Sasuke's dick. “You can pull my hair, y’know. If you want.”

Sasuke does. Naruto releases the most pleased-sounding moans, and the vibrations against his dick almost have Sasuke shatter into a million little pieces. It’s a feedback loop that Sasuke loses himself in. The taste of blood in his mouth is not enough to keep those humiliating sounds to himself. He thinks he hisses Naruto's name when he tugs at the crown of his head.

He can barely warn Naruto he’s going to cum. Censoring himself is laughable when Naruto sucks him into his hot mouth, working the parts he can't take inside with his hands. Fingers trailing below his balls, over skin Sasuke's never given much thought to touching. He yelps, the noise rough and disbelieving and so deeply obsessed. 

"Was that a good sound?" Naruto slurps.

"Stupid question."

“There?” Naruto's knuckles brush beneath his balls, pressure just right, his flat tongue flicking against the head of his spit-slick dick. Sasuke's vision spots. “Like that?’

Sasuke hiccups.

“Babe, is that a yes?”

He wants it. Hurts for it so badly. He can't hold off anymore. “Do that. Don't stop.”

"You close?"

"If you keep going," Sasuke whines. "Please. I need it. Make me cum."

Naruto takes him back into his mouth, working him with a new fever in his eyes. It's only a tiny bit of a push, a little flicking and wet suction to his frayed nerves, locked up and shaking and so, so close and then the tension snaps. His body shudders through his release, his hips snapping up against his will, seeking more friction and depth choking Naruto with a mouthful of cum. His cum.

He coughs it back onto Sasuke’s softening dick, a disgusting spit up mess on his belly and thighs. A clear accident showed by the babbled apology. Sasuke can’t scold him for it. He can’t even be mad. He had his first blowjob, he begged the boy he likes to make him cum and he did. He fucked his mouth and it felt so good. The post-orgasm rush threatens to reveal a genuine smile on his face.

Naruto peers up at him, seeking validation, eager to hear Sasuke's opinion how much he enjoyed it. His eyes are so big, asking without actually asking for reassurance that he did well.

Sasuke catches his breath, slowly reclaiming his grip on reality. All the while, Naruto trails his finger in the coughed-up cum and spit disaster around his lower belly, smearing the sticky mixture along the sides of his spent dick. The sight ingrains itself into Sasuke's memory.

And then, Sasuke's brain pinpoints something in his short-term memory and he says, voice broken, “Kiss me.”

Naruto does. It’s sloppy, too wet, and enormously passionate. Sasuke tastes himself in Naruto’s mouth—salty and cloying and thick. It does not gross him out. Sasuke agrees that it is kind of romantic. 

It’s also hot as fuck.

The kiss slows to a honey drip. Sasuke licks into Naruto’s mouth, content moans spilling into him. Naruto rolls his hips against his thigh, his cock out of his underwear and agonizingly rigid. “Your cum in my mouth. It's yummy.”

“Pervert,” Sasuke tsks.

He needs to get some sort of footing in this situation. As the hormone rush fades, it dawns on him that he should be embarrassed. Naruto heard him sound pathetic, practically sobbing. He feels like he should care more about it than he does at the current moment.

Weirdly, he's happy to some degree that Naruto coaxed him out of his shell. Sasuke wants to reciprocate the kindness.

“My turn?” Sasuke asks.

“Hell yeah.”

Sasuke parts his lips and drags his tongue over the length of Naruto's dick. He feels possessed. A little exhilarated. Unapologetically slutty, at the threshhold where Sasuke's confidence drives him to hold the eye contact the entire time.

The proudest sigh leaves Naruto in an exhale. "Sasuke, yes."

"I didn't do anything yet," he snorts, staring at the dick close enough to his face to make him go cross-eyed. Sasuke blows a rush of air out of his mouth. A mmmmn noise rumbles through Naruto's nose. "Don't be dramatic."

"Bastard," Naruto complains. "How are you still so moody? I thought I sucked it out of you. Damn."

"Die."

"I will after you finish down there."

Scowling, Sasuke fits his fist around Naruto's cock and squeezes. Naruto's hips jump. Sasuke does it again, and this time, trails his tongue over the head at the same time. From the responding moan, Naruto approves.

Sasuke's brain is no better than scrambled eggs. The tactile sensations lighting up in his palm, fingertips, and tongue overwhelm his mushy awareness, each crossed signal ending up in his recovering, sensitive dick.

Sasuke plants brief kisses up and down his length. Naruto doesn't stop praising him. Naruto being nonstop chatty during sex is no great surprise. He won't shut up any other time, why would getting his dick sucked be any different? "Shit, babe, that's so hot. You look so good down there. Your mouth rules and I—"

"Shut up," Sasuke spits with no venom. If Naruto is coherent enough to string sentences together, Sasuke's clearly not doing a good enough job to warrant such glowing praise.

Sasuke opens his mouth and takes him inside. Really inside, slipping his mouth down his heavy length. He's mindful of his teeth, taking things slow, until Naruto hits the back of his throat. His gag reflex behaves for the most part.

"Can I?" Naruto pants. His eyelids are so heavy. "Can I pull your hair?"

Naruto's hands, without being given the green light, fly to his scalp and yank. Sasuke's dick throbs between his thighs. Oh. Oh wow.

Sasuke's gag reflex decides to wake up the next time he tries to move. He pulls off, Naruto playing with his hair as he collects himself. The bastard is smiling. "You okay? I guess I'm just too big, huh?"

"You wish."

"Really, though," Naruto hums, petting through Sasuke's sweat-damp hair. "You give good head."

The praise squirms in his chest, nourishing the seed that Naruto had planted earlier. Not only is Sasuke a slut, but apparently, he's a good one.

He goes down on him again, determined to turn this good head into the best head Naruto will ever have. His jaw relaxes, stubborn in his effort to push himself as far as he can tolerate. Throat spasming, fist clenching into a tight ball to beat his gag reflex down.

Sasuke's vision blurs as he brings Naruto deeper into his throat. The heaviness, the minimal oxygen and content heat crest like a wave through his skull, silencing every single extraneous thought. It feels kind of good, too. The weight on his tongue, in his throat, how nice it feels to use his lips and tongue this way. How almost meditative it is. How he's not really thinking anymore. No self-consciousness, no second-guessing, just him and his instinctive goal to ruin the idiot with pleasure.

"No way." Naruto goes rigid. Somewhere, in the back of his mind, Sasuke feels his thighs tense up beneath him. "Sasuke."

His nails rake through Sasuke's hair, encouraging him. Drool spills out of the corners of his stretched mouth, sinking deeper on his cock. The grip on his hair stings, like Naruto can't help the amount of force he uses. Sasuke's eyes roll a little, his focus narrowing by the mounting white noise filling his ears. It's just him, the noise, and the pitchy whines coming from Naruto's mouth.

But they're not from Naruto. It takes him a minute to realize that the high, keening sound is coming from him, through his own nose. That knocks the sense back into him so fast.

Sasuke tries to adjust himself, to stop releasing any more humiliating, debauched noises, but all he accomplishes is making himself gag. Sasuke chokes and pulls off, wiping the mess from his mouth, eyes horrifically wet, rolling his stiff jaw.

"Sasuke—" Naruto starts, looking down at him in awe. "You deepthroated me."

"What?" Sasuke's voice scratches, frowning.

Naruto's hands are still in his hair and Sasuke almost, against his will, purrs when he tugs, straining at the roots. The sensation stretches through his belly, like molten heat, like when he stretches a bit too deeply and the soreness feels good. Sasuke wishes it hurt more, for Naruto to pull his hair harder, maybe even rip out a few strands.

The tiny part of himself that remains untouched by horny influence groans. Why is he so fixated on pain right now? What is his fucking problem?

"You've never done this before, right?" Naruto asks. Splotchy heat paints his cheeks. He can't catch his breath.

A hot flash of annoyance sobers Sasuke up. "Right. I'm an inexperienced virgin, unlike you."

"That's not what I'm saying," Naruto groans.

"No?"

"No, not at all."

"Well, experience doesn't equate skill." Sasuke huffs. "I'm clearly better at this than you."

"You're such an asshole—nghh."

Sasuke swallows him again without a word. Naruto releases another tortured groan, a complaint softened into pleasure that pulses down to Sasuke's cock. Mindlessly, Sasuke paws at the spent mess between his legs with a free hand, eyes losing focus as he rubs himself the way his body asks for. His throat keeps working around Naruto's cock, trying to parse how to bob his head for friction, discerning the perfect angle to take him deeper. How to just sit with him as deep as he can in throat, drooling and swallowing and utterly relaxed around him.

It's slow and awkward without a rhythm, even harder with his hand overworking his sensitive cock, but the pressure in his throat, the constant, delicious pain from Naruto ripping at his hair, it's doing things to Sasuke.

It feels really good. He assumed blowing Naruto would be hot, obviously, maybe even a little nasty—this is a dick going into his mouth after all—but Sasuke likes it. It makes him feel like he has a scrap of control in the situation and simultaneously like he doesn't possess a single shred of it.

Every flick of his tongue against Naruto's blood heavy cock shoots pleasure into Sasuke's core—exactly how it feels when they kiss. The suffocating dizziness in his head feels strange, feels good and pleasantly dissociative as he pushes himself to the brink of breathlessness, until Sasuke pulls off to suck in enough air through his nose before going back down and filling himself the way he wants to be full.

No matter how into it he gets, Sasuke fails to ignore the disgusting noises his throat makes. It's actually repulsive. That aspect of giving head is pretty bad, but Sasuke cares more about how good blowing the idiot feels. How good of a job he's clearly doing based on Naruto's reactions. He's panting, hips trembling, frustrated that he's unable to thrust up and deeper into his throat with Sasuke holding him down and pinned to his bed. Naruto's next growl sounds so defeated and Sasuke's fist tightens around himself, eyes falling shut as he tries to give his boyfriend what he wants. Sasuke presses him deeper, enough to get his nose closer to touching the base of his cock where it meets his pelvis.

"Sasuke," Naruto moans, head tossed back. Sasuke half listens, half engulfed by his oxygen-deprived, blissful trance. "Babe, I can't—"

Sasuke, for some brain-dead reason, moans, his throat squeezing snug around him.

"Fuck, I'm sorry I'm sorrysorry—"

And then Sasuke chokes.

Naruto fucks up and into his throat and holds his head still. Sasuke's eyes widen, his nose hitting into his groin and then there's cum in his windpipe and he pulls off spluttering, eyes running, nose burning because fuck, there's cum in his nose, too.

And that shit burns.

Naruto keeps apologizing, words running into and over each other as Sasuke tries to recover, glaring at him in sheer disbelief.

"You, why did you—" Sasuke seethes, words like thick, wet gravel, grabbing a handful of tissues from the bedside table. "What the fuck is wrong with you?"

"I didn't mean it!" Naruto pants. "I warned you!"

"No, you didn't!"

"Yes, I did!!"

"You didn't say shit—"

"How is I'm gonna nut Sasuke i'm gonna please i can't hold it fuck i can't not a warning!"

"You didn't say that," Sasuke clears his sore throat, blowing his nose into a tissue.

"I sure did! You kinda were really into it. I don't think you were paying any attention. That's not on me!"

It takes a moment before the words settle. "I wasn't really into it. Don't flatter yourself."

"Sasuke," Naruto whines, exhaustion hitting him. "You can say you like something."

"I didn't—" Sasuke starts, but then something hits him. Sasuke balks. "You think I like blowing you?"

"I mean, the face you made said enough."

"Idiot," he says. His hands shake, furious as Sasuke dabs a clean tissue at his eyes, still watering from Naruto treating his throat like a fleshlight. Which, to be honest, Sasuke refuses to process at the moment. Refuses to acknowledge the part of himself that froze up with euphoria when Naruto treated him like an object whose sole purpose is to satisfy him.

Fuck, he really loves that, actually. Naruto was right. He is a slut. A good one who enjoys making his boyfriend cum down his throat.

"I need to leave," Sasuke decides.

Naruto blinks. "W-what?"

Things start to hit Sasuke in a bad domino effect. He feels too exposed, too emotional, in danger of letting his feelings show. Nervous that he let his guard down and revealed emotions that Sasuke doesn't think he was ready to share. And, the kicker—he's practically fully naked and blowing cum out of his nose.

"Thanks for the date," Sasuke says, getting up on his wobbly knees and searching for his missing clothes.

"You don't want to stay? I thought," and Naruto sounds dejected. Small. "Y'know, besides dinner, um, we could, uhhh, I thought we could, y'know, cuddle. And you could... sleepover? In bed…? With… me?"

Sasuke whips around to stare at him as he pops his shirt back on. "What?"

"I want to sleep with you, asshole."

"I'm not having sex with you," Sasuke rushes out, scoffing. "Nice try."

Even to him, he sounds mean. His anxiety spikes nonetheless, mixing into a horrible sludge of fear, uncertainty and a deep desire that roots straight into his guts. Sasuke suddenly remembers how needy his cock is between his rubbery legs, which Naruto can see from his lack of pants. But also, he remembers how much Sasuke liked getting hurt. How he gave Naruto so many of his firsts tonight and maybe it wouldn't be the worst thing to give him another one.

The biggest one.

"Not sex, no," Naruto shakes his head. "I mean, if you want to hump my leg and take care of yourself, I wouldn't be against it. But. I just… wanted to. Um. Hold you."

Sasuke freezes up.

"Stop gawking at me. That's not a crazy thing to want. We're dating!" Naruto flusters, growing more and more red as seconds pass without Sasuke saying a word. "Sorry, forget I said anything. You're free to leave."

"No, I." Sasuke doesn't know why his mouth is opening. It's saying things he did not give clearance for it to share. "I'll… I'll stay. But you better not kick me in your sleep."

Naruto looks at him like he's seen a ghost. "You… you mean it?"

"The kicking? Yeah, I'll throw you to the floor so fast."

"No, the staying part."

"Don't make me say it again," Sasuke sighs, body going hot. "But, I do need to go back and get my toothbrush, at least."

"Nope! You don't." Naruto bolts up and runs over to his disaster of a dresser. He rifles around the top drawer and triumphantly pulls out a brand new, slim package.

It's a toothbrush.

"You—" Sasuke stares. "Why do you have that?"

"For you!"

Sasuke's chest tightens. "You bought that? For me?"

"Yeah, I did!" He exclaims. "Because I know you're a high-maintenance freak and I needed to be prepared."

"Brushing your teeth is not high maintenance," Sasuke frowns. "You think I'm going to want to sleep with you now?"

"Yeah?" Naruto says, hopeful. "Also, look, it's got kitty cats on it. I picked this one just for you."

"You suck."

"So you're staying?"

Sasuke does. Unfortunately.

And unfortunately, he does take him up on that offer to rub himself off on Naruto's leg while waiting for their food to arrive. Sasuke doesn't complain when Naruto pulls him, spent and boneless, into a massive hug.

And most unfortunate of all, exhausted and a little high from such a physically-sating orgasm, Sasuke comes to terms with, at least in that moment with Naruto's pulse slowing against him, that maybe enjoying himself doesn't have to be so complicated.

But when Sasuke wakes up the next morning and sees exactly what he let Naruto do to his neck and chest, he changes his mind.