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FIRE LAND MUSEUM INAUGURATES NEW PAVILION WITH RECORD-BREAKING ARTIFACT
Known as the Sage of Six Paths Scrolls, the artifacts broke 6 world records last year.
To begin the summer program, Fire Land Museum will inaugurate a new pavilion, built to house the notorious Sage of Six Paths Scrolls. Opening to the public on June 24, the museum representatives are excited to show the world their most recent donation by an anonymous benefactor.
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FIRE LAND MUSEUM
(June 23)
Sabaku no Gaara is a gentle person by nature, but not by nurture.
It took him a great many years to finally come to terms with that.
His father was a bitter man who never got over the death of his wife and found in Gaara the perfect scapegoat for his frustrations. The redhead lived his entire childhood being punished for a crime he didn’t commit, being pushed to the brink of becoming feral with every escalating confrontation with his father.
Then came Naruto. A beautiful, sunny boy who taught Gaara he was more than some untamed beast ready to burst. Who reminded him that he had the right to live his life as he wanted, claim his mother’s legacy and never feel guilty about cherishing the memory of her.
Naruto.
Who gave him so much and expected so little in return.
Gaara swirls the scotch he picked up half an hour ago because he didn’t know what to do with his hands. He’s been making small talk with relevant people and museum representatives from all over the world while consciously keeping his eyes from looking for Naruto.
It was a losing battle all along.
Dressed in an ethereally woven Yoshinori Tsuchiya kimono boldly accessorized with contemporary pieces, Naruto looked bewitching. It was a magnetic pull that Gaara couldn’t ignore, couldn’t even try to.
“Isn’t that a monsha weaving kimono?” the American representative from a Museum Gaara can’t remember gasps beside him.
“Oh my, I’ve never seen one up close! Look at how lightly it moves!” another person chimes in, someone Gaara can’t recall the name of either.
Indeed, the ochres and grays and creams of the geometric pattern played an alluring trick on the eye, like the streaked edges around a blinking spot after you look directly at the sun. Even overwhelmed, it’s hard to look away from the dragonfly wing-like translucent fabric that swishes around Naruto’s body.
“Dream of a butterfly indeed” Gaara whispers, swallowing dry.
“I’m sorry, Sabaku-sama, you said?”
“Dream of a butterfly,” the alpha clears his throat, “it’s the name of this piece by national living treasure Yushinori Tsuchiya.”
The information sets alight another excited round of gasps and mutter around him, but Gaara’s wandering eyes keep on burning until, inevitably, Naruto’s looking straight back at him.
He tries to keep it polite, nodding to the blonde, hoping this will be the end of their interaction for the night. But something like that will never be in Naruto’s own plans, ever, so the omega excuses himself and walks towards Gaara who, in turn, decides he doesn’t want to have this conversation in front of complete strangers.
They meet in the middle of the room where they have a perfect view of the Sage of Six Paths Scrolls.
“How do you like them?” Naruto asks, smiling warmly.
“Breathtaking. The setting is impeccable too, were you the one to approve it?” Gaara takes a drink from his scotch and schools his face so as not to grimace at the taste.
Naruto bites his lips (to avoid laughing, Gaara knows) before he answers, “No, it was actually the donor’s design. The building sort of- came with the package.”
Oh. That’s definitely curious.
“They’ve got excellent taste. The Pavillion matches the scroll very well, even the glass windows look original.”
“They’re original lead windows, yeah…” Naruto says absent-mindedly, looking up at the top of the ceiling where the light filters quite wonderfully.
Gaara can’t help but ignore the architecture around him in lieu of observing the omega from so close after such a long time. There’s a healthy, peachy sheen kissing Naruto’s cheeks that have nothing to do with the light makeup he’s wearing.
The omega’s blue eyes then move away from the scrolls to scan the crowd, fleetingly jumping over people’s heads until they stop. Gaara discreetly turns to the right, following Naruto’s gaze towards…
Uchiha Sasuke.
Of course.
It suddenly feels like the room was blown with snow, Gaara feels his jaw hurt, goosebumps on his skin. He has to make an effort not to show it outwardly, so he gets rid of his half-filled crystal tumbler on an adjacent little table that is definitely not meant for carrying the guests’ dirty dishes. Naruto’s so distracted he doesn’t even comment on it, making Gaara swallow bitterness.
The Prince once thought that letting Naruto go was his biggest demonstration of love for the blond.
He wasn’t wrong.
It didn’t make his heart hurt any less.
Naruto’s craning his neck, now, baring the tan, golden skin that was once his to claim. It’s a beautiful neck, long, elegant, with powerful lines. It’s a particularly delightful sight since Naruto’s always hiding it with high-necked clothing.
Gaara breathes his scent in with a mix of longing, embarrassment, and guilt. Still, he can't look away, following the contour of Naruto’s side profile, the straight bridge of his nose, the fullness of his reddened lips, the strong cut of his jawline. The omega turns his head, following someone in movement. It makes his hair move, too, falling behind his back.
A sliver of skin unfolds before his eyes, showing the tender skin between neck and shoulder. Gaara licks his lips, hypnotized, until…
"Sorry, Gaara, I'll be right back."
The alpha nods automatically; smiles a little even if Naruto’s not looking at him anymore. He wishes he could leave, but his feet remain frozen on the spot.
There’s a mark on Naruto's neck.
A waiter registers on Gaara's periphery and he grabs another tumbler but doesn’t drown it in one go like he wants to.
Gentle, controlled. This is who he is, after all.
"So did you find out who bought it?" His sister asks, suddenly sprouting on his side.
"No," he found out something he didn't want to .
"Thought Naruto would know…" Temari hums before turning towards him. Gaara takes a deep breath, knowing he can't hide from her, especially not after her face morphs into concerned big sister mode.
"Not now," he asks, already expecting the uneasiness in her eyes. He sounds small, he knows. He really expected the gash he opened in his chest himself would have already healed by now.
Temari bites her lips and huffs a bit, "Well, I found out who's heading the research."
"Is it someone we know?"
Temari snorts, and Gaara takes comfort in the mischievous glint in her eyes.
"Our favorite pale princess in a crop top."
"Sai? Really?"
The alpha was incredibly renowned, but he wouldn't be Gaara's first choice at all. The man made him uncomfortable.
"Seems like it. And, " she pauses, so her smirk makes the necessary impact, "Ino seems very into him."
“Yamanaka, really? I’m curious now. Since when did you get to first name basis?” It’s his turn to smirk, seeing the flush take over his sister’s cheeks.
Gaara really wondered when she’d finally come out with her relationship with Nara Shikamaru. Right now, he’s happy to watch her flounder.
A particularly gleeful feeling warms him up back again when said beta joins them, conspicuously cozying up to his sister. Shikamaru never lost his bored mien no matter what, even if his style evolved with age - he cut a nice figure in a bespoke suit with subtle gold thread embroidery that cleverly matched Temari’s Zuhair Murad cocktail dress.
He breathes a sigh of relief, incredibly thankful for the momentary distraction.
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Sasuke’s fucking with him
Maybe on purpose. Maybe not.
Probably not.
The point is- the point is that the bastard’s wearing his kimono all open, showing a delectable view of his stupid chiseled chest and abs. Naruto can’t take his eyes off for many reasons, one of them being that he did choose the kimono, a beautifully dyed geometric waterfall by Hiroshi Sakai , tied artfully with a complementary colored violet sash and haori.
Nothing too out of the ordinary in terms of Sasuke fashion - Naruto swears he’s been swindled by this showy alpha since they were teens, what with Sasuke being apparently all uptight just to spring up somewhere showing a shit-ton of cleavage whenever he could get away with it. Everyone thought Sasuke was very conservative in what he wore but, in fact, he simply enjoyed practical, quality garbs, and showing off his chest.
That isn’t the problem.
No, the problem is that Sasuke’s wearing a tiny silver chain that hugs his neck and descends on his chest outlining his sternum, dividing into two under his pecs, like a subtle but still very slutty harness.
So you see, Naruto has too many reasons tonight to explain why he can’t keep his eyes off his alpha. His alpha. Who’s, much like him, strategically hiding the mark on his neck. It makes Naruto’s jaw hurt from how much he’s been clenching it in an effort not to snarl at anyone in his alpha’s vicinity.
He can’t hold a single proper conversation tonight, eyes always darting off trying to pin Sasuke’s location. Who was, of course, gathering the attention of pretty much everyone in the vernissage. Including that of a certain red-haired Uzumaki who was absolutely not related to Naruto, but insisted on looking down on him.
Uzumaki Karin was officially introduced to Naruto a few days ago when Sasuke’s friends came to Konoha for the inauguration of Kusanagi headquarters. She’s one of the original partners of Taka, the startup that made Sasuke hit the news in his very early ascent to billionaire-dom. She’s also the only friend that didn’t like Naruto, didn’t intend to like him and made very sure that he knew it.
It was new for him.
So far, Naruto’s met with Juugo and, although they don’t really go to Oto anymore, Naruto kept in touch with the gentle alpha. Suigetsu moved to Konoha when Sasuke decided to stay, and he quickly bonded with Naruto over their passion for historical artworks. The silver-haired beta had an impressive collection of ancient swords. It left Karin as the only one from the original Taka that Naruto hasn’t met yet, and now he’s thinking that maybe she should have fucking stayed in her Switzerland chateau.
Alas, she’s currently touching Sasuke very closely, laughing in his direction like she’s doing something . Naruto’s pretty sure he simply left Gaara in the middle of a conversation, but his brain can’t really focus on anything tonight. The mark in his neck pulses, and it infuriates him that no matter how wide Sasuke’s kimono opens, the garb is artfully arranged to cover the bond mark Naruto left on the alpha’s neck.
They might have agreed not to disclose it to the public yet, but secrecy’s not stopping Naruto from feeling particularly possessive of his alpha. Instincts really set them haywire for the last three months, and Naruto can’t seem to stay away from his alpha for too long.
“Either stop your creepy staring or go join them,” Sakura-chan admonishes him, almost making Naruto jump in surprise. “It’s really not cute, Naruto.”
The blond huffs, hand unconsciously scratching at his healed mark.
“They’re catching up, I don’t wanna intrude…” he mumbles back, pouting.
“Please, they’ve been catching up for weeks now, and you’re definitely going into withdrawal.”
“Uh? I’m not-! I’m not that clingy.”
Sakura-chan rolls her eyes.
“Naruto, it’s common for the first four months after marking to be hellish,” she smiles knowingly.
“How the fuck do y-”
“Ugh, stop it, you two are so obvious.”
“Am not,” Naruto says low, almost grumbling. It makes Sakura-chan laugh like the sadistic ass that she is.
“Trust me, I’ve been there, and even as a beta, the pull is strong. Besides, you can’t take your eyes off each other for a single minute, it’s frankly disgusting.”
“Why, you! You and Lee-san are soo-” a vein pops up in the woman’s forehead and Naruto thinks better about his choice of word, “You’re all over each other and it’s been way over four months!”
“Oh, please, you know how Lee is,” she carelessly flips her hair, rolling her eyes affectionately, “And don’t change the subject, I know you decided to keep it quiet, but have you had a doctor check on your marks?”
“Of course we had, granny told me they were just fine.”
“And she didn’t warn you about the side effects?” Sakura-chan asks dubiously through narrowed eyes.
Naruto shows his tongue out of spite - granny did tell him a bunch of stuff, but it’s not like he was going to absorb all of it at once.
“I know we’re supposed to stay close, or else we get separation anxiety or some shit,” when Sakura-chan starts opening her mouth in outrage, he doesn’t give her time to blow up, “ I know , ok? We’ve been doing everything right, you can even ask my mom about it.”
“Kushina-san knows?”
“Well, yeah, I know I was spending a lot of time with Sasuke, but we practically moved in together now. My parents ain’t dumb and I wasn’t going to risk making mom angry.”
Sakura-chan nods, serious, knowing that pissing off one Uzumaki Kushina was never a good idea. She sips her champagne and Naruto’s eyes wander back to Sasuke, taking in the beautiful arch of his wrist holding a crystal tumbler full of amber liquid - a Yamazaki 55 old whiskey that Naruto had reserved for the Uchiha only. The sleeve was bunching up around his elbow, framing the strong forearm in shades of blue. It makes Naruto irrationally angry when someone briefly touches the skin there.
“Will this stupid jealousy ever stop?” he asks abruptly, making Sakura-chan snort.
“Depends if it isn’t a prior symptom.”
He blushes, slightly ashamed of the dark feeling clouding his judgment, “It wasn’t like this…”
“I know. If it comforts you, he’s probably dealing with the same,” her answer makes Naruto sigh and get surprisingly teary-eyed. “You don’t think he’s feeling it too?”
“You know Sasuke’s always been better at hiding his feelings.”
“Hmm, that’s not very true at all is it?”
Naruto raises a single eyebrow, “What do you mean?”
“Sasuke-kun is very closed off, that’s true, but he’s always been different around you.”
For some reason, her words make something in Naruto’s chest flutter. He’s finally able to look at her in the eyes, only to regret it at the sight of her evil knowing smirk.
“He’s also insanely jealous, can’t you tell?”
“As if!” he’s not proud of hissing, but he doesn’t want to call so much attention either, “He’s just fucking around with that stupid outfit of his and letting that stupid Karin laugh all over him!”
Sakura-chan’s pretty green eyes blink many times over before she lets out a guffaw. It looks cute on her, Naruto has to admit. She’s been way less strict about her behavior since marrying Lee.
“And you don’t find it strange at all?”
It makes him so annoyed when people speak to him like that, “Obviously. He’s up to something.”
“Naruto, listen. Sasuke-kun’s also human, which means he reacts the same to a bonding mark. This also means his feelings of possessiveness are heightened and very erratic right now.”
“Yeah? Then why is he doing this shit?”
“Cause he wants to distract you, silly.”
“From what ? It’s not like we haven’t been holed up in his bedroom whenever we’re not working!”
“Ooh, tell me more about it~”
“Sakura-chan, focus!”
She sighs, looking upward for a brief moment.
“Gaara is here tonight,” Naruto nods, “He’s been checking you out the whole time- no, don’t deny it, you might not see it but others do. Sasuke-kun surely does. He’s probably been feeling insecure for days now, knowing that your ex would be here. This is why he’s dressed like this.”
It… does make sense. A little, at least. “You think he’s trying to make me jealous?”
“I think his stupid knot-brain is trying to show you what a great catch he is,” she snickers. It’s actually a bit funny, if true.
“So what… he wants me to look at him and no one but him ? ” he rolls his eyes at that, but feels entirely different.
Humming in affirmative, the beta points towards Sasuke with a tilt of her head, “Maybe he wants you to go after him?”
Naruto bites his lips, thinking about all the times he was the one teasing with the alpha’s hunting instincts. It was certainly exhilarating, playing the prey and submitting only when Sasuke caught him. Instincts were undeniable, after all, and he found freedom in finally exploring them in his relationship.
It’s only fair that he’s getting the tables turned on him. At least, that’d be the right thing to say. Naruto finds it anything but absolutely infuriating that Sasuke decided to taunt him like this.
“Well, then,” he says, nodding goodbye to Sakura-chan.
“Go get him,” she winks and he strides towards Sasuke.
The alpha turns toward him as soon as he moves and it’s so cliché, but everyone else does disappear when their eyes meet. Like captured by a siren’s call, Naruto completely ignores the small body of Karin that’s suddenly in front of him, going straight towards Sasuke, who opens one arm to sneak it around Naruto’s waist.
“You done yet?” he asks directly in Sasuke’s ear, enjoying the slight shudder that immediately shakes his alpha’s body. He smells particularly delicious and Naruto’s all ready to give in to his omega instinct, mouth-watering at the mere thought of biting down on the elegant, milky curve of Sasuke’s neck.
“Wanna go home?”
Naruto nods, still holding Sasuke’s gaze and swallowing dry. The touch around his waist should ground him, but it starts to burn like he’s in heat. Suddenly scared to touch the alpha, his hands fidget and curl at his sides. The omega knows he can’t simply do that - whisk Sasuke away without sparing a glance behind - but lord, it’s so fucking tempting right now.
Sasuke's smile turns sly as he breaks his gaze.
"See you then," he tells his friends, leaving his cup with Karin, and starts walking away, barely giving Naruto a chance to properly say goodbye. He hears Suigetsu snickering, catches Karin's dumbfounded expression, and feels a little avenged.
They don't stop to talk to anyone and Naruto decides to deal with the anxiety of the faux pax later. Sasuke's walking in front of him and although the kimono he's wearing looks very loose on the front, it fits nicely around his hips and ass.
He licks his lips and almost complains when Sasuke slows down on the entrance, making Naruto stop at his side, and brings their bodies close together.
“Why are you pouting?”
“Am not!”
A single raised eyebrow is his only answer, which makes Naruto frown (not pout !) harder. Sasuke turns, aligning their chests and hips, skimming his lips in a burning trail over Naruto’s cheeks, all the way to his sensitive jawline.
“You look stunning tonight, did I tell you that?” it’s so cheesy, Naruto wants to call him out on it but he can’t , fingers already clawing at the small of Sasuke’s back, legs wobbling like a damsel in a cheap novel. “I can’t wait to get you home.”
Part of Naruto wants to surrender, melt under his alphas touches and pretty words, feel the cut of his teeth on his skin.
He also wants to claim Sasuke. Chew him up and carry him in his belly, a second heart beating forever inside his breast cage.
His vision goes red and he’s suddenly gripped by cold, pulling away.
The car is ready and he barges past both Sasuke and the driver, closing the door himself and pressing the button that turns the partition opaque. His hands meet the well-loved soft brown leather of his family’s car fleet - it’s buttery and warm, helping Naruto to center himself.
Almost noiselessly, Sasuke slides in the other seat with rather stiff movements. Naruto thinks his eyes are flashing red already, but he cannot help breathing through his mouth when their scents mingle in the enclosed space. It fills his lungs, scorches his insides all the way down, making him rub his thighs together to try and appease the fire that his alpha unknowingly started.
Sasuke cocks his head, leaning over the seat divider and touching their foreheads together.
“You’re not in heat,” he mumbles, eyes concerned.
No, Naruto shakes his head, he’s not in heat, but he certainly feels like it. When Sasuke raises his hand to touch him, Naruto flinches.
“Don’t,” he growls. He’s being consumed with need, just about to be completely careless of whens and wheres.
“We’re safe here,” Sasuke says softly, moist against Naruto’s lips and it brings tears to his eyes. “I made sure we’re going to be safe everywhere .”
Something inside Naruto gives, hands flying to the front of Sasuke’s kimono to draw him closer and clashing their mouths together in a ferocious kiss as a couple of tears start to fall. Sasuke’s tongue tastes divine, as well as the soft seam of his lips. He licks and sucks like he’s going down on him, but soon tires of the divider burying into his hips.
“Sit back,” he shoves at Sasuke’s chest, bites his own lip as the alpha goes wordlessly. He briefly remembers that they’re both wearing kimonos that are worth more than actual money - but it goes away like lightning flash at the sight of Sasuke spreading his legs and baring his neck. The possessive omega inside him loses it, buzzing like deep bass on his skin, and Naruto undoes the sash tying his own kimono close, making it possible for him to climb onto Sasuke’s lap.
“Don’t touch me,” he admonishes, slapping at Sasuke’s hands and enjoying the tight swallow that makes his alpha’s throat look even more delectable. “Keep your hands down.”
And Sasuke does, breathing out through reddened lips, eyes blown out and full of want. It makes Naruto smile, though he’s sure it doesn’t come out round and sunny like his regular grins. Whatever’s in it, it makes Sasuke bare his teeth in amusement - a predatory thing that contrasts heavily with how pliable his body looks against the silky brown leather of the seats.
Naruto kisses him slowly, hands circling his neck, thumbs pressing briefly down in the space between the muscles there before sliding down slowly until he feels the brush of cotton on the edge of his palm. It spurs him to grind his hips down, wringing a moan from Sasuke - the first of many he wants to swallow tonight. When he feels small pressure points against his waistline, he moves away again, snarling.
“What did I tell you, alpha?”
Sasuke’s breath hitches again, chest heaving against Naruto’s, the light chain of his harness catching onto the fabric between them. The omega only resumes his kissing when Sasuke puts his hands up in surrender, a silent apology. He thrusts his tongue past the satiny barrage of Sasuke’s lips, fucking his mouth open and wet, feeling the beginnings of purring when the alpha sighs.
It’s a drug, Naruto thinks, this feeling is addictive- he couldn’t care less about anything other than the deliciously smelling alpha underneath him, the tender skin that blooms pink when Naruto sinks his teeth in, dragging tongue and spit down his alpha’s neck until he finally uncovers the bond mark. Kissing and biting it only spurs Naruto further, the heady mix of their scents together intoxicating him, making him pull the necklace between his teeth until it breaks and falls down over the pretty folds of handwoven fabric.
Before thinking, Naruto’s already tearing at the kimono hiding Sasuke’s skin from him, making sure to expose the alpha from chest to hips and diving down to taste his nipples- getting high with each of Sasuke’s groans and heavy breathing, stomach folding up like a lovesick fool. Naruto’s wet, probably ruining his clothes, but he cannot bring himself to care when Sasuke starts undulating his hips under him.
“Yes, like that,” he praises his alpha, kissing the center of his chest and making sure to ruin his dratted jewelry even more.
“Can I touch you like this, Naruto?” Sasuke pleads, thrusting up and touching the pads of his fingers to the wayward blond tresses that escaped Naruto’s updo.
The omega nods, enjoying the friction a bit too much when he moves his own hips into circle motions, humming. There’s a slick shade to Sasuke’s pleads when he slowly opens his own Kimono, revealing pretty white lace panties with silky strips of fabric crisscrossing up the curves of his hips. It makes the alpha whimper and tear up, hands carefully wrapping around Naruto’s hair.
The car stops, probably at the elevator that'll bring them to the penthouse. Naruto couldn't care less.
“Do you like it, Sasuke?” he makes sure to tease, drunk in the power of reducing his big shot alpha into a pretty, claimed mess beneath him. Sasuke actually whines, mostly throat, and paws softly at the cotton still hanging on Naruto’s sides, begging for permission. “You can touch the lace if you want.”
Sasuke does, tracing the edges of the panties and the pretty pattern they make on his tanned skin, scorching hot. They both shiver when Naruto’s slick dampens the fabric of Sasuke’s simple black briefs - his cock’s already straining in between the omega’s cheeks. Black eyes fill with tears when the Uchiha realizes that the panties are actually backless after he follows the white silk stripes all the way to the back, where the underwear ties itself together in a pretty bow at the base of Naruto’s spine.
The alpha growls, a deep rumbling that starts down his abs and shakes Naruto together with him. It makes Naruto smile - a dark thing that has him showing his sharp canines - like he’s been waiting for this moment.
“I’m going to have to break your rules here, omega,” Sasuke speaks like a loaded gun and barely waits for Naruto’s nod before he’s clawing down at the omega’s ass. It makes the blond laugh, thinking about the bruises he’ll be sporting tomorrow.
Apparently, this is enough to tip Sasuke over as the alpha’s eyes turn red and he grabs the flimsy fabric and pulls , eliciting an excited shout from Naruto at the impossible pressure the lace makes against his hard erection- it goes on and on until the fabric gives, ripping into pretty scraps around them. Naruto’s still shaking - from laughter and pleasure - when Sasuke turns them in the throne-like seat.
The omega licks his lips, thrilled, pulls his knees all the way up to his shoulders, exposing himself and spasming from the cool air hitting his wet rim.
“Hold my tighs when you fuck me.”
Sasuke looks at him like he’s just been sucker-punched, eyes darting from Naruto’s face to his exposed sex, and it triggers another breathtaking laugh from Naruto.
“Do you need me to draw it, Sasuke?”
He knows he’s being relentless, but nothing so far was able to make the ugly possessive feeling stop clawing up his throat- so he stirs his alpha into motion.
It’s a beautiful view, when Sasuke buries his strong fingers into tanned skin, his other hand quickly making work of his underwear and pumping his cock into even fuller hardness, moaning wetly when Naruto clenches around air.
“Come on, alpha .”
He doesn’t need to say much, after, isn’t able to say much after Sasuke pushes both tanned legs over his shoulders, holding on tightly to the supple skin of Naruto’s strong thighs, as instructed. When the alpha slides smoothly in, thick cock stretching Naruto impossibly, the omega emits a drawn-out moan, shamelessly rolling his hips.
Naruto pulls Sasuke down for a kiss when the alpha starts moving, working his tongue in tandem to their desperate fucking. He’s wet all over, releasing a spurt of pre-come from his flushed cock, dripping down his ass from Sasuke’s increasingly powerful thrusts.
They’re both panting hard, moaning around sucks and bites and kisses, and Naruto wants to claw at the intense look on his alpha’s fevered eyes, black hair blown haphazardly over his pretty face, a few strands getting caught on his lips.
“I need you- ah , to make me come,” Naruto manages to say, making an effort to lock his ankles around the back of Sasuke’s throat, bringing him impossibly close - and deeper inside him. Sasuke swears out loud, using the angle change to hit Naruto’s prostate harder, hands sliding down to massage his perineum in a maddening touch that soon makes the omega’s eyes cross in pleasure as he shouts out together with his release.
His insides feel all kind of messed up, but Sasuke’s undulating his hips, a concentrated look on his face as he seems to cool down from the earlier frenzy. Naruto frowns, catching Sasuke’s eyes with an unvoiced question. The alpha leans in as close as possible to Naruto’s face, the omega’s legs still wrapped around his neck.
“Do you allow me to come, Naruto?”
Fuuuuck
Naruto opens his mouth, but nothing comes off except for his own cock trying to come again. He is just about to wordlessly allow his alpha when he changes his mind, thinking he doesn’t want Sasuke to cum inside him this time.
“Pull out,” he orders, and Sasuke stops, stunned, before doing what he’s been told. “Touch yourself.”
It’s a bit funny to see his alpha’s confused face like this - cute, something you don’t usually see with how much Sasuke frowns. Naruto smiles, feeling giddy. The blond pulls back his legs until he’s able to spread them further, bracketing Sasuke's body and allowing more space between them.
“I want you to come all over me, alpha,” Naruto finally voices his desire, stomach clenching in expectation, delighting in the painful expression that takes over Sasuke’s face when he finally understands what Naruto wants.
Framed between his legs, the alpha strokes himself while Naruto watches enraptured how the flushed head of his cock appears and disappears between Sasuke’s clenched fingers rubbing smoothly over his length, thanks to Naruto’s slick. It doesn’t take long for him to release a hitched-up cry and come hard all over Naruto - orgasm so strong the omega can taste it on his tongue.
Naruto laughs hoarsely, licking his lips and letting his legs drop tiredly, opening his arms invitingly.
Sasuke sinks into the embrace, noses the bond mark he left on the omega’s neck, fingers spreading his cum even further on Naruto’s skin. The alpha’s seemingly fascinated with the mess between them, what with the way he draws patterns like a painter.
The heat simmers down along with their calming breaths, allowing them both to come back to themselves. Sasuke finally raises his head and kisses Naruto gently, lovingly, letting their lips linger with only a whispered thread between them.
"I love you," Sasuke says simply, smiling against Naruto's mouth, making him go cross-eyed trying to capture the look on the alpha's face.
He's blushing all the way to his ears, Naruto's sure, when Sasuke sits back up and stretches. The kimono hangs open around his fit torso, muscles straining with the movement and the tattered silver harness catches the light here and there. Such a scene doesn't belong only in his memories, Naruto thinks, he should have it painted and have it in his private office.
Shaking his head to dispel his thoughts, the blond sighs in relief when he feels perfectly fine. Their little tryst definitely served to get the edge off, and he wonders how things can get more intense between them as time passes, instead of less.
"-go now, Naruto. Naruto?"
"Huh?"
Sasuke huffs, rolling his eyes. The omega notices that he tied up both their kimonos and cannot stop himself from pouting.
"I said it's time to go now, usuratonkachi," he repeats himself, bringing two fingers up to press Naruto's nose closed for a bit, purposefully getting the blond to start flailing.
Suddenly feeling shy, Naruto looks up, lightly grabbing at Sasuke’s forearms. The alpha turns to him curiously until Naruto leans up, silently asking for a kiss. His insides flutter when he receives one, sweet and tender.
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Anko spills the tea 🍵💦 @redbeanpaste • 2d
It’s summertime! And guess who’s been invited to the tea party of the year? Hell yeah, and this little red bean will be live-tweeting from UM’s big event!! #UCHteaparty
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