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Magic Gone Wrong!	By : LucklessMallory Category: Naruto AU/AR > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1592 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto, the series, the characters, and I make no profit from this fiction. This fiction is a piece of my own work.

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Gaara leaned forward over the map he’d spread across their room floor. The sunlight was just disappearing over the horizon, the signal to end their day. Gaara and Lee had not spent much time together after parting ways around noon to gather supplies and visit the shops for the last time. They’d each had their dinners and returned to the small, shared room so they could talk. Downstairs, the boisterous voices had finally begun to calm. The candles had just been lit about the room.
“The best way for us to travel would be to just follow the valleys. The mountains would take too much energy to cross.” Gaara glanced over at Lee, crossing his arms and shifting his weight where he stood. “We could make it there in less than a week if we really tried.”
“We can definitely make it within that time if we have swift travel. We can set up camp near the plains before crossing the mountains here.” Lee pointed out as he bent over his side of the map. “But when we start following the valleys, we should stick close to the woods. I asked around and there have been a lot of bandits along the road lately. We can fight them off...but it might draw too much attention to us.”
He rubbed his chin, the day’s stubble already growing longer. Ironically, it had been easier to remember to shave on the road than in the city, where time seemed to pass quickly. “Have you come up with a plan to defeat your old master? I still do not know what you plan to have the demon do to him.” He leaned back on his elbows, his bare stomach flexing as he did.
“Hn.” Gaara paused briefly, then turned and moved to the far corner of the room. He’d propped something there, covered in a wide, tattered cloth for discretion’s sake. He pulled back the cloth and exposed a huge, tan gourd. It was nearly as tall as he was, and looked grainy in texture.
“This will have something to do with it. I summoned sands from the desert to build this. It’s befitting if you knew Shukaku’s person.” Gaara tapped the special seals he’d established along the gourd’s skin.
Lee’s eyebrows raised high as Gaara showed off the gourd. “A gourd? What will a gourd do to defeat Shukaku?” He tilted his head to the side and squinted, trying to make sense of the symbols on the gourd. His summoned gremlin climbed up the side of the gourd and inspected the cork seal on top.
“It’s just a precaution.” Gaara shrugged. He tossed the cloth back over the gourd, making the gremlin squeak as the cloth feel over its head. He moved back to the map, lowering himself to sit close next to Lee. He tugged the collar of his dark shirt as he got comfortable. He peered at Lee from the edge of his eyes. “Will you be ready to leave in the morning?”
Catching the look Gaara gave him, Lee exhaled and gave a thumbs up. They were finally closing in on the end to this quest, and he had a future to look forward to when it was over. “Ready as ever. I promise to do whatever I can to aid you in your quest. I know I do not have much to offer aside from having the demon inside me, but I can keep you safe on the roads.”
He placed a hand on Gaara’s arm, stroking it in quiet affection. There were so many things he wanted to talk to the other man about, but Gaara’s concentration on killing his old master made it hard to voice out his concerns. However, there was one thing that couldn’t remain unsaid. “Master Gaara, when we are finished with Shukaku, I am thinking of moving to this city to study under Master Jordin. I will not let it distract me from my duties, but... I just needed you to know.”
Gaara’s brows hardened and he tore his gaze away with a thick exhale. He couldn’t avoid this topic any longer. “I understand why you want to do that. But there are other cities, Lee. There’re other places, people, endless options for us to take. Do you really think it’s wise to bed down in the first place you visit after leaving home?”
There was a short, instantaneous pause before Gaara exhaled sharply again and moved. He was done with this cautious, over-sensitive space between them. He wouldn’t stand for it any longer. He wrapped his arms around the back of Lee’s neck and straddled his lap, pulling their faces together. “Nothing will end just because Shukaku is dead, Lee. You’ll still have the demon. I’ll still be responsible for you. People will still fear you for reasons they don’t understand.”
Lee’s hands gripped Gaara’s hips on reflex, his pulse speeding up when he was suddenly mounted by the other man. The sorcerer’s initiative brought a sharp spike of desire in him, and an ache that had started long before they set out on this quest. A flush rose to his cheeks despite his face growing serious at the turn of their conversation. “That is exactly why I am taking this opportunity. Just because there is a demon inside me does not mean I have to give up on my own dreams.” His lips trembled at their proximity, thumbs already pressing against Gaara’s hipbones in familiar longing. “When you are done with Shukaku, where will you go next? How much more power are you after? I do not think you will ever settle in one place in the end.”
His hands pulled Gaara’s hips flush against his stomach and wrapped them tightly around the other man. “What more would you have me do?”
“Stay with me.” Gaara’s breath was coming faster, from finally being able to touch Lee and having the man’s arms around him, as well as the rush of indignation at his words. “Gaining power is just one part Lee. I haven’t even used it yet, not really. We could travel to another continent or even another world if we combined our efforts.”
Gaara dragged a hand along the back of Lee’s neck, then through the base of his hair and gripped briefly. He frowned and his eyes seethed. “You haven’t been able to touch me since before we left. Why? What changed? I can feel that you still want me, don’t you?”
Lee’s brows met at the tone of Gaara’s voice and the message his eyes held. This moment felt too long delayed, left to fester with both of their minds on other things. He moved one hand from Gaara’s hip to the curve of his ass and squeezed hard for the grip in his hair. “Of course I do! More than anything!” He exhaled sharply as the ache in his chest grew. “I would do anything for you, Gaara. But sex is the last thing on my mind when all you can talk about is killing Shukaku and gaining more power. You do not even spare a single thought for me. I do not even know what I am to you, or if you think of me beyond the demon’s vessel.”
His eyes flickered black as the demon inside him grew attentive, attracted by the sparks of tension and desire between them. Lee threw his weight against Gaara and pressed him down on the floor, hands pinning Gaara’s arms as his gaze roved along the sorcerer’s body. Lee could be dense about many things, but he knew exactly why he felt the way he did around the sorcerer. “I love you.”
All through his body, Gaara felt the suggestions of heat and yearning in the possessive, intense way Lee was touching him. All of that suddenly froze however, when he mind caught up to the smith’s words. He tried to pull himself up, but Lee was holding him down. He couldn't move. He couldn’t look away from Lee’s face, even when the man’s eyes flickered with hints of the demon.
“I... I didn’t expect that,” Gaara finally said, honest to a fault. His voice was rough with his heavy breath. “You can say that to me... without knowing what you are to me? I don’t...” The sorcerer’s voice trailed off and he frowned as he struggled for words. A lump was forming in his throat, making it harder to speak. He squirmed under Lee’s body, feeling hyper-aware of how much bigger the other man was on top of him. “You’re... you’re my friend, Lee. Even before the demon. I’ve- I’ve just- I haven’t thought of it beyond that. It never occurred to me that I should.”
The muscles on Lee’s jaw were tense as the smith kept Gaara pinned down. The sting of rejection was familiar, and he wasn’t surprised by Gaara’s answer. “I know. You have made that clear many times, even when you ask me to stay with you now.” He shut his eyes and turned away briefly, before looking back with black tendrils crawling over his cheeks and desire burning in the black pools of his eyes. When he spoke, it was with a voice mingling with the demon’s. “I will not leave your side until Shukaku is dead and you have the power you want from him. I promise you this.”
Ignoring Gaara’s attempts to squirm away, he kissed the sorcerer deeply as tentacles began to emerge from his arms.
A muffled, brief sound left Gaara’s lips before he was captured by Lee’s kiss. Suddenly the smith’s musky, personal scent was all that Gaara could smell and any sounds were cut off by the pounding of blood rushing through his ears. It was like he’d unintentionally opened the floodgate between Lee and himself, and now there was nothing he could do but pray he wouldn’t drown. He felt himself pressing back, when he finally noticed the slithering of the dark tentacles.
Gaara jerked his head and tried to turn his face away, but Lee’s strong, calloused fingers on his chin weren’t letting him move anywhere. His toes curled and his fingers turned into fists above his head. His chest heaved with breath.
Gaara’s taste filled Lee’s mouth as he bit and sucked on his lips enough to leave a mark. Taking advantage of the momentary distraction, Lee delved his tongue past Gaara’s lips and pressed his tongue against the other’s teeth for entrance. A thick tentacle replaced the hand holding Gaara’s wrists together, and more were curling and twisting under the sorcerer’s shirt and pants to pull cloth from skin. With his hands finally free, Lee lifted one of Gaara’s legs up until it bent close to his chest, and dragged his palm roughly back and forth against the groin of Gaara’s pants.
He was beyond thought now, hiding away the part of him that ached for Gaara and letting out what his body craved. His skin flushed with heat as he groaned Gaara’s name against his lips, his cock pressed tightly against the front of his pants.
The sorcerer tried to jerk his wrists free when Lee switched his grip to the tentacles, but it was useless. The rough rubbing against the crotch of his pants made him buck and jerk his body automatically with shock. The slithering of the tentacles was all too familiar as they crawled across his body and tightened. Gaara turned his face away and bit his bruised lip with a groan, shuddering at the pressure building in his body.
Gaara twisted and arched his neck as he both struggled and thrived under Lee’s hands. Lee’s bare chest was pressing against him, and he could feel the bulge in the other’s pants meeting his own. “Shit- Lee-”
Lee kissed his way down the column of Gaara's neck, his breath ghosting hot against the sorcerer's skin while he bunched Gaara's shirt up his chest. He admired the play of light and shadow on Gaara's chest from the candles, before trailing open mouthed kisses on his breast, raking his teeth none too lightly when he reached a perked nipple. Two tendrils pulled down his own pants and freed his cock. He was already hard, the head of his dick swelled and glistening with pre-cum.
"Shh," he murmured, moving down Gaara's body and continuing to molest the sorcerer's skin with kisses and bites, while his eyes slid up to watch Gaara's face.
He kept the tentacles from touching the redhead's groin, opting to peel off the sleep pants himself.
Gaara rasped thickly and shuddered. “Ah-!” he winced and then groaned in need when Lee’s teeth dragged roughly across a nipple, making that spot feel like he’d been scalded, aching with tingling and stinging nerves. He shifted his legs automatically to help Lee as the smith dragged Gaara’s pants off his hips, knees, and then ankles, although he continued to jerk at the hold on his wrists and twist fruitlessly away.
The sorcerer tucked his chin into the bunched cloth of his shirt as he looked down between their bodies. He groaned again and felt sweat forming at his brow. Lee’s dick looked huge and slick, already ridiculously hard. Gaara’s erection was still growing, the dry tip easing out from the foreskin as his body flushed. He threw his head back again and groaned with his breath, trying to stop his lungs from heaving so.
Lee threw Gaara's pants carelessly behind him and pressed the man's legs apart. His dark eyes took in the sight of him greedily, tongue flicking out to wet his lips. "You do not know what I feel when you are on your back with your legs open to me," he said, before bending down to kiss the tip of Gaara's slowly hardening length. He licked the slit at the head slowly, swirling his tongue around it to tease and arouse. Even when Gaara’s head was thrown back, he could feel the twitches and shudders going through his body- familiar cues he followed to press on Gaara’s sensitive spots. The hands on Gaara's thighs stroked the smooth skin down to his ass, until his thumbs pulled his cheeks apart and exposed the sweet pucker between them.
A thin tendril wrapped around the base of Gaara's dick and squeezed lightly. Lee hummed against Gaara's length while another tendril made its way down Gaara's thigh. It had been too long since they'd done anything like this, and Lee was going to wring out every gasp, cry and moan of pleasure he could from the sorcerer.
Gaara’s eyes widened as he felt the wet, warm flesh of Lee’s lips and the teasing drag of his tongue. He shuddered heavily and felt his arms start to tremble above him, and the skin of his thighs shivered under the smith’s stroking. He was so exposed, so open and vulnerable like this, on his back, tied down with Lee’s hands spreading his ass and the man’s mouth on his dick. Adrenalin was making Gaara’s thoughts unfocused as his eyes lidded. He could feel the heavy thundering of his heart as if it were beating against his skin from the outside.
His voice stuttered as Lee did something especially sinful with the tip of his tongue, brows furrowing and his mouth stretched wide for his heavy breath. “Why- does it feel- mn!- so good when you do this- to me...?” Gaara moaned and jerked compulsively at his wrists, curling and uncurling his fingers.
Lee's brows furrowed at Gaara's question and the answer he was tempted to give, but he simply slid his lips down Gaara's cock and swallowed him with a groan. The tendril around Gaara's cock began to pulse in time with Lee's sucks to mask the sudden probe of the other tendril slipping inside the sorcerer. It secreted a thick liquid not unlike the first time the demon had aided Lee's efforts.
The demon's voice whispered in Lee's mind of the perversions they could inflict on Gaara, ones that the sorcerer would enjoy, and the smith's eyes lidded as he pulled back from Gaara's cock with a gasp. "You...you are mine tonight," he panted, need and desire clouding his judgement as more tentacles wrapped around Gaara's body in preparation. "Not Naruto's or anyone else's."
With a jerk, Gaara was lifted up and hung upside down, a thick tentacle around his waist and smaller ones wrapped around hind hips and legs keeping him in place. The tentacle on his wrists stayed taut to stop him from breaking free. Lee pushed off the floor and stroked himself with a hiss to relieve the tension building in his balls. Moving to stand in front of Gaara, he brushed his cock against the sorcerer's lips. "Suck."
Gaara cried out in shock and disorientation, pausing for a few dizzy seconds before he felt Lee’s dick prodding at his lips. It was so odd to look at the smith’s groin from this angle, the bulging of his balls between his legs and the underside of his cock. Gaara’s eyes lidded as he opened his mouth and took the head of Lee’s between his lips, licking sloppily as he still struggled to orient himself.
The sorcerer’s face twisted and his legs tried to kick above him, but the tentacles wouldn’t let him move. He could still feel the one inside his ass, stroking and twisting as it prepared him and make his muscles tingle with that wicked lubrication. He tried to lift his hands to grip Lee’s body, but he had no control. Gaara made a muffled groan as he dragged his tongue across the edge of Lee’s cockhead and felt it press against the roof of his mouth.
"Nn...your mouth is so hot." Lee wrapped an arm around Gaara's waist and slowly pushed deeper into his mouth, the head of his dick rubbing against the soft wet palate as Lee tested how far he could go before Gaara's gag reflex triggered.
Their positions gave Lee a good view of the tentacle delving into Gaara's ass and the slight bob of his dick whenever he tried to struggle. A loped grin crossed his face before he fondled Gaara's sac and wrapped his hand around the swelling tendril pushing into Gaara. It thickened in response as he began to thrust it in and out of the sorcerer by hand.
“Mmmph! Unnph-mmmhn-!” Gaara was too overwhelmed to stop the low, delicious moans that emerged from his throat, muffled by Lee’s dick as the smith fucked his mouth slowly. He could feel how Lee was manipulating his body between his legs, touching him and guiding the tentacle, and the very feeling of being unable to control any part of his own body was making Gaara flush hotter as the blood continued to rush to his head.
He could feel the way Lee would sink deeper in his mouth and toward his throat with each thrust, but he didn’t fight it until he felt the man press just a bit to far and made him jerk his head back and choke briefly. He panted and shuddered, finding it almost impossible to swallow the salty, bitter taste in his mouth back in this position. Gaara licked the top of Lee’s cock- the underside from his angle- then pulled it back between his lips and continued sucking with hollowed cheeks. He clenched his ass around the tentacle and curled his toes with a renewed shudder of pleasure.
Lee licked his lips as he felt Gaara's body tense, the crackle of magic that connected them humming with their pleasure. Gaara's mouth felt amazing around his cock, almost as good as Gaara letting him do this in the first place, but this was just the start of their night. He quickened the tentacle's thrusts and began to fuck Gaara's mouth in pace with it, moaning as he felt the tension building at the base of his cock and balls.
"Nnghh...m'close...!" he ground out before latching his teeth around Gaara's inner thigh and pumping his hips in short, shallow thrusts. With a groan, he came into the sorcerer's mouth, shooting his seed at the back of Gaara's throat and filling his tongue with salty cum.
Gaara’s eyes widened and he pulled his head back with a small, muffled cough. He tried to swallow as his mouth was filled with Lee’s cum, but it was too difficult upside down and he felt most of it slipping from the corner of his mouth, dripping down his cheek and to the floor beneath them. He groaned and twisted his body with needy urges, trying to pull his wrists free and roll his hips back against the continuously bulging tentacle as the pressure inside him increased and his dick ached. Even Lee’s teeth sinking into his thigh felt amazing.
He wanted to come. The rush of blood to his head was almost becoming painful and there wasn’t any stretch of his skin that wasn’t sensitive and tingling as the tentacles slithered across his body. Gaara’s shirt was still bunched around his chest, but fell to cover his head as he arched. He was so close he could taste it, feel it coming like thunder, but couldn’t quite reach that peak on his own. “Fuck- Lee- please-!”
Lee was panting as he struggled to catch his breath, pulling back when Gaara began to twist his body. But the man's plea had Lee's eyes snapping open in renewed arousal. The sight of Gaara's shirt covering his head would almost be comical if the smith's mind wasn't so sex-addled. Slowly turning Gaara back upright, he pulled the shirt all the way off Gaara's head and let it hang from the tentacle wrapped around his wrists.
Catching Gaara's face in both hands, he kissed him deeply, ignoring his own cum dripping from Gaara's mouth, and rubbed at his temples to ease the blood flow. "I want you," he murmured, moving both of them back towards the bed even as the tentacle inside the other man began to pull out. "So much."
He sat back once his knees hit the edge of the mattress, the tentacles lowering Gaara onto his lap and freeing his hands. Only the thick limb at his waist and the small tendril wrapped around his cock remained. Lee's arms were already around Gaara's waist one more as he whispered. "Tell me how I can please you."
Gaara sighed throatily in relief, though he would have swayed with dizziness if it weren’t for Lee’s hands holding his head as the blood returned. His vision swam briefly, a hazy image of Lee’s black eyes before he could focus again. He fell against the other man, wrapping his arms around Lee and running his hands over all the skin he could, now that he was free. He could already feel the bruises forming where he’d struggled against the tentacles, but he didn’t begrudge it. He slid his hands around Lee’s shoulders and gripped his back as he pulled closer with a grunt as his hard dick pressed against Lee’s stomach.
It took a few long seconds before Gaara could calm his breathing enough to reply. He tilted his head and pressed his lips hotly against Lee’s cheek, still dizzy and unfocused as he reveled in the pleasure that this man was touching him, after so long and so much unspoken tension. “I want you to fuck me. On my knees, on my back- I don’t care how. Touch me and fuck me and don’t stop- fuck, you make me so hot, Lee.”
Gaara kissed Lee’s jaw, his neck, shoulder, and chest with fluttered, quick drags of his mouth and tongue. He wiped at the mess on his face briefly, though left much smeared. He kissed Lee’s face again and murmured, “I want to feel you all over my body. It’s so good, Lee, when we hold each other like this.”
A shiver of delight ran up Lee's back at the things Gaara said and the man's hands running over his body. His cock hardened with each dirty wish the redhead had. Only Gaara ever wanted these things from him, and it stirred a passion in his chest all the way down to his loins. He'd always respected the sorcerer for who he was and the friendship they shared, but Lee was given control in the bedroom. "I can do that," he murmured against Gaara's lips as he kissed him in return. His hands squeezed Gaara's ass, fingers momentarily rubbing against his entrance.
A glint came into his dark eyes, a hint of the demon's smirk lingering on his lips as he guided his cock against Gaara's ass. "I can also let you fuck yourself on my cock. How much do you want to come?" Holding himself in place with one hand, he reached between them and pressed one finger against the red tip of Gaara's length. The tendril around its base squeezed and pulsed in silent reminder of Lee's hold on him even now.
Gaara moaned softly and felt his hips thrust shallowly against the tentacle and Lee’s body, then press back against the man’s cock as it teased him. “Mngh- I don’t know- I’m ready to burst right now.” Gaara ran his hand along the side of Lee’s face and his throat, feeling the other man’s pulse and touching his collarbone as his chest rose and fell. “Two times? I can do two.”
Reaching behind him, Gaara felt Lee’s cock with his fingers, and rocked back against it. He gasped shallowly as he rocked back again and felt it press just inside him, spreading him open. He took it slowly, rocking back a little deeper each time until he could put his hand back around Lee’s shoulders and groan into his neck at the hot, filling pressure.
Lee gasped as Gaara began to take him in, the hand on Gaara's ass squeezing his cheek and pulling it to the side, and the other wrapping around his waist. "Twice," he agreed, marks of the demon flickering on his cheeks as licked his lips, and began to pull the sorcerer down on his lap in time with Gaara's rocking. The tentacle around Gaara's waist pulled and pushed him up and down, urging him to seat himself fully on Lee's dick.
The smith bowed his head and sucked on a patch of skin along Gaara's neck, nibbling and sucking to leave his mark on the man. He could feel the heat of Gaara’s arousal and the quick pulse throbbing under his mouth and the cock pressed against his stomach. "Gaara." It was the only warning he gave before the tentacle pulled Gaara all the way down Lee's lap.
The sorcerer groaned tightly and jerked as he was forced to accommodate the full girth and depth of Lee’s erection, dragged about by the tentacle and Lee’s hands on his ass. It was so much, so hot-! Gaara paused and then rolled his hips against Lee’s, grinding against that feeling. He reached down between them, just squeezing himself once before he came with a guttural cry. His eyes widened blindly, then lidded with a sigh of relief as the pressure finally became manageable.
Returning his hands to Lee’s shoulders, Gaara began to lift and lower himself on Lee’s cock. Slowly at first, with a harder plunge thrown in when the tentacle would grip his waist tighter. Gaara closed his eyes and let his head fall back briefly, exposing his throat to the warm, flickering light of the candles.
Gaara looked beautiful in the candlelight, his mouth and cheeks glistening with cum while his pale, lean body moved together with Lee's upward thrusts. Lee didn't think he'd ever be attracted to another man. Hands helping Gaara move, he leaned forward and plied the sorcerer's throat with soft, sweet kisses. The demon's energy was strong in him now, and the heat in his groin was building from their steady fucking. His tongue toyed with the man's adam's apple as he reached between them and stroked Gaara's still sensitive cock.
Lee shut his eyes as well, listening to their heavy breaths, the slap of skin on skin, and the groans from both himself and the other man.
The tenderness in Lee’s kisses caught Gaara by surprise, making him slowly open his eyes and tilt his head to see Lee’s face. He was flushed and dazed, obviously lost in the swell of pleasure. Lee could become so absorbed in their sex, sometimes Gaara wondered if Lee would be able to focus on anything else once they were finished fucking, though of course Lee always grinned and returned to himself. Usually.
Gaara felt his cheeks warming as he shuddered, enjoying Lee’s tongue across the sensitive skin of his neck and collar. He closed his eyes again and pulled himself closer, wrapping his arms tighter around Lee’s body in an embrace as he moaned. His cock dragged against Lee’s stomach as he ducked his head forward and pressed his lips against the other man’s temple, panting against his hair.
With a quiet groan, Lee slipped his strong arms under Gaara’s legs and bent them, and began to lift and thrust Gaara down on his cock himself. The thick tentacle around Gaara’s waist receded back into his arm as the one on his cock began to stroke and swirl around its head. When his eyes opened into lidded slits, they were back to his normal brown despite the markings still writhing on his skin. The sorcerer’s lips against his temple and his breath ghosting over his ear brought a shiver running down his back, and he kissed the man’s neck for it, tasting the light sheen of sweat gathering on his skin.
It was getting too hot in their room, the candles burning down to stumps and all he could taste and hear and smell was the man in his arms. He wasn’t going to last long at this rate. His upward thrusts were growing faster and with a slight shift of his hips, he tilted his thrusts in that familiar angle. Shutting his eyes tight again, he mouthed a silent note of affection against Gaara’s ear before he lost himself in the pleasure.
Gaara shuddered and let Lee lift and lower his body, moaning wantonly when the speed picked up subtly. He rolled his hips into the sensations, gripping Lee’s shoulders tighter with each thrust inside his body and stroke of his prostate. The added stimulation of the tentacle as it squeezed and swirled around his dick was bringing him too close to the edge, threatening to break his control and make him come. At the same time however, it was the knowledge that Lee was holding him and fucking him and touching him that made his body shiver strongest.
Sliding a hand up to clutch Lee’s cheek, Gaara groaned softly as he pressed their mouths together. It was so hot, so good- he flicked his tongue inside Lee’s mouth and kissed him again and again as the coiling in his stomach drew taught and threatened to snap.
Meeting Gaara’s kisses with increasing passion, Lee tangled their tongues together with a moan as he curled against the other man and thrust him all the way down his cock. His dick throbbed before he came for the second time, tasting himself on Gaara’s lips and haunted by the thought of this man giving his whole body to him. Groaning Gaara’s name in their kiss, the smith ground his hips up as waves of pleasure washed over him and the last of the candles died with a trail of smoke.
The demon was feeding on their pleasure once more, drawing out the intense sensations of their bodies meeting and their veins humming. Shuddering, he pulled Gaara up and thrust him back down once more at the same time as the tentacle tightened around the sorcerer’s cock.
Gaara’s eyes widened and his voice tore from him, low and powerful with ecstasy as he came. His body jerked against Lee’s and his arms grasped at the smith like it was his lifeline as the pleasure, real and hot in his gut spread and boiled in his body. He groaned Lee’s name and buried his face in the man’s neck as he slowly came down from his high.
The sorcerer breathed in slowly, absorbing Lee’s musky, delicious scent with soft delight. He’d never tire of this. He never wanted to lose this. This man, his friend, the loud and occasionally klutzy, yet ox-strong smith, all his to touch and kiss and embrace. Gaara’s body softened and leaned against Lee as he panted and held him close.
Lee breathed out with a deep and satisfied sigh. His thighs ached from thrusting and they’d be sore on horseback tomorrow, but it was worth it to release the tension that had been building between them, even if things hadn’t gone as he’d wanted. Slowly lowering himself down on the bed, he left Gaara sprawled across his chest as he eased himself out of the sorcerer and simply wrapped an arm around the other man.
In the darkness of the room, he could only hope that they succeed in this quest even if the future took them to separate paths in the end.
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