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All the Colors	By : talutah Category: Naruto > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 2718 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The sheets were cold.
The window was always open, and the evening air had chilled them to well below
the actual room temperature. Sasuke shuddered from their touch, and then from
the warmth of the body on top of him.
Naruto did not mind the
cold air at his back. Every last inch of his body was warm, warmer than it had
ever been, even with his still-damp hair dripping water down his skin. Sasuke
was deluslyusly hot beneath him, squirming, wrapping arms and legs around him to
find new ways to stimulate them both.
"Mmm." After years of
hardly thinking about her at all, Sasuke had surprised himself by how turned-on
he was by Sakura, quite simply, being turned-on. He had sensed her presence long
before they had opened the shower door and found her sitting there, lust making
her aquamarine eyes spark. Knowing that she was watching again now somehow made
it even more delicious.
Rubbing his cheek
against the smooth, warm golden skin, he sighed. This was perfection, everything
he had thought about for all that time when various girls had been
chasing him around the village, vying for his attention. These same kind and
beautiful blue eyes, warm body, gentle hands, exuberant laugh.
"Naruto..." Shifting
slightly under the satisfying male weight, he moved to brush his lips over the
other boy's. Naruto responded by kissing him, deeply but not forcefully, sucking
gently at his lower lip. When he at last let go, the dark eyes were wide and
soft and full of emotion. Something never before seen, perhaps by anyone.
"This time." He didn't
have to ask what Sasuke meant. He clearly remembered his profestation the night
before, his offer. In a way, it frightened Naruto- as Sasuke had guessed, he had
never done anything like it. The difference now was that he wanted to, so very
much. But he had no idea how it worked, or how to start, or...
Sasuke saw the
trepidation in his eyes and smiled, a slowly spreading glow in the dimness of
pre-twilight.
"Don't worry. I'm
prepared." He had felt only slightly odd buying what he needed from the
drugstore across from the Ninja Academy, but the clerk had made no comment,
simply stuck the clear bottle in a paper bag and handed it to him. In fact, he
was beginning to wonder if Konoha itself might not be very different from how he
had always imagined it: a happy place, but traditional and set in its ways.
It didn't matter. There
was only the here, and the now, and the pleasing heat of Naruto's body against
his own. And now teeth against his neck, nibbling lightly, making him tilt his
head back to bare it further. Showing his trust and allowing elf elf to be
vulnerable, something that had been so difficult for so long.
Thoroughly clean after
their shower, Sasuke tasted delicious. His neck wasn't soft and yielding like
Sakura's, but it gave Naruto a satisfaction to bite into it and feel Sasuke's
reaction against his thigh, feel himself responding too. He had been ready long
ago, when they were still caressing each other under the relentless fall of hot
water. He was definitely ready now.
"Sasuke..." Opening his
eyes, he looked up into the concerned face. He could tell from the slightly
sticky warmth, almost unnoticeable, that seeped down his leg that Naruto was
more than willing, besides just being ready. He smiled, reaching out to cup the
kyuubi-shadowed cheek in his fingers.
"You won't break me."
Naruto closed his eyes, turning his head to kiss the palm that caressed his
face.
Sitting up as far as he
could considering the warm weight covering him, Sasuke groped in the growing
darkness for the bottle he had left on the nightstand. It was cool in his hand,
its purpose deceptively ambiguous even to him in the delirium of the moment.
Wordlessly, Naruto took it from him. Sasuke knew he might be inexperienced, but
he wasn't stupid. There would be so much that would come naturally now
considering his caring nature, despite all the pent-up lust. That was why he
trusted him.
The advancing darkness
was regrettable now. Sakura watched them, feeling that surely the flush tingeing
her cheeks had spread out over her entire body. She wondered if her breathing
sounded as fevered as hers, whose passion she really felt at her core now.
For a long minute, the
air was very cool against Sasuke's skin. It did nothing to assuage the raging
heat of his arousal even during that aching period of being untouched, his
backside exposed to the night and his inexperienced lover. Feeling warm touch
against his skin once more was so delicious that he whimpered, burrowing more
deeply into the bedding and pressing back against Naruto at the same time. In
response he heard a hiss, the sound of sharply caught breath and
barely-restrained desire. Nails dug into his soft flesh, holding him still but
hurting him sweetly.
I hope he doesn't do
that again...yet. Naruto closed
his eyes, struggling for control. Despite his excitement, he hadn't expected his
body's violent and instantaneous response to Sasuke's silent seduction. It
wasn't difficult for him to imagine this being painful if he wasn't careful, so
he had to calm down, go slowly, take his time.
For now.
The unopened bottle
nevertheless nearly slipped out of his hand, mocking him. He fumbled with its
flip-lid, finally managing to get it open by flicking a fingernail under the
cap. A coolness, just barely sticky, slid out onto his fingers, glinting in the
dimness. Dazed to find himself here and now despite the definite reality he felt
between his thighs, Naruto reached out. He felt the warmth of Sasuke's body
again, creating sensual friction even against his slick fingers. Instinctively
they slid down.
Sasuke held his breath.
The touch was gentle, careful, but probing on to inevitability. Wetness
circling, then pressing in, hesitantly. He forced himself to relax, knowing
there would be more than this, that it could be so delicious...
It was. Even as he was
stretched just a little, the other warm hand reached forward to grasp, squeezing
and stroking tenderly yet roughly. Sasuke purred with his pleasure, black lashes
lowering over suddenly heavy eyes, reveling in the feeling of being filled and
surrounded all at once.
Gripping the bottle in
his teeth had worked for a moment, but Naruto quickly fumbled. Withdrawing the
hand of which a single finger had been exploring Sasuke most intimately, he
caught it. That was as good a sign as any. Knowing he was making a mess of the
sheets and expensive silk comforter but not really caring, he let the thick
fluid flow out over his shaft. Its cool touch did nothing to calm his flesh's
ardor.
Another slippery touch,
but this was different. Sasuke couldn't help but tense for a moment as that
unambiguous something more rubbed against him. The loving hand hadn't stopped
pleasuring him, but the ecstasy of that touch faded away for a moment. He knew
his fear was ultimately unfounded, but there was still that apprehension.
Sasuke whimpered into
the pillow as he felt himself being penetrated. The motion was exquisitely slow,
pressing forward carefully, and though he was relaxed the hard thickness
nevertheless forced him further open, causing a burning pain despite the
slipperiness. He gritted his teeth around a moan, willing Naruto to continue and
end his pain, augment his pleasure.
This was a sensation
Naruto had never imagined, a pleasure he had never comprehended even in his
dreams. Sakura had been tight and warm around him, but this raging heat and
almost too-snug grip seemed to mirror every desire he had ever felt, sleg org or
awake. He shut his eyes tightly, concentration transforming his face. He could
sense the red spikes of considerable pain emanating from Sasuke as he pushed
forward, but also the tendrils of pleasure. He wouldn't stop now. Or couldn't.
He didn't know which; the delicious tightness had stolen his ability to think.
At last, when he was
finally sheathed entirely in the seemingly molten heat, he stopped. His fingers
had never stilled, and he was aware of the slight stickiness of escaped ecstasy
drying on them. Sasuke throbbed in his grasp, as hard as he was, sliding against
him in search of gratification in a way that seemed to pull Naruto in even
deeper. Gripping the pleasing curve of Sasuke's ass, Naruto slowly withdrew
until he couldn't stand the seemingly freezing air against his aroused flesh.
From there he slowly pressed back in, finding completion again.
This time, Sasuke's cry
was not pain. His body was almost used to the intrusion now, and the way it
stimulated that exquisitely sensitive place inside him even as he was worked
over by able fingers was so delicious that he simply couldn't restrain his
voice. It was muffled by the pillow, and he found it harder and harder to
breathe, but he didn't care.
It was a paradox.
Despite the incredible force with which he was gripped, drawn in, squeezed,
Naruto felt as though he were tumbling into a deep ravine and losing his grip at
each handhold once more. It was a pleasurable struggle to hold onto himself as
he thrust in, hearing Sasuke's moans along with the rise and fall symphony of
their breath, and from somewhere, Sakura's own panting.
Sasuke sank his teeth
into the pillow until his jaws almost hurt, consumed by the sensations. He
didn't care if he mauled it, didn't care if he broke something. There was only
this pleasure burning a hot path into him, receding, forging through again;
Naruto's skin against his for long moments of delight. And then there was the
firm squeeze, strong fingers around his shaft, tugging at him even as he lost
himself.
There was a splash of
hot stickiness over Naruto's already sweat-slick fingers. His fingers slipped on
Sasuke's cock but kept their grip, stroking the still-hard flesh even as the
thick fluid sprayed them both, and he could not resist reaching up to massage
into the tense, hard-muscled stomach. Sasuke clenched around him, whimpering,
shuddering in the aftershocks of his ecstasy. Seeing his surrender, the brief
comprehension of the divine in the dark eyes for just a moment, was all it took.
Still racked by his own
pleasure, Sasuke tensed as he felt himself filled completely, the hot rush so
much like his own suddenly filling him. The fingernails dug into his skin as
they had at the very beginning, holding him there on Naruto's shaft as a
strangled growl filled his ears the same way. He pressed back against the
warmth, willing it to fill him completely, feeling it overflow and the wetness
dripping down the backs of his thighs. Then Naruto collapsed, the warm and
welcome weight coming to rest fully on him again. The strong arms wrapped around
his waist, holding him close. He didn't mind the chilly air. He never would have
felt the chill if it had been midnight in midwinter. Neither of them would have.
Tenderness again, this
time a kiss on the back of Sasuke's neck. The warm lips nestled there, where
they had always belonged, and he sighed. Together the two drifted off into
sleep, completion forgotten in favor of dreams.
From beside the bed,
Sakura watched them, her eyes moving over male faces still in the moonlight. She
bit her lower lip, muffling the sigh of gratification as her hand slid from
between the two swaths of fabric where the slit of her skirt was cut. Her own
fingers gleamed in that same pale moonlight. Only now did her heartbeat calm,
her breathing even. As exhausted as they from the labors of her lonely passion,
she fell back in the chair, spread out languidly over its surface.
The three slept,
separately but together, even as the moon slipped below the horizon and night
became day once more. There would be plenty of time for them to spend together,
plenty of time to spend apart, but would there ever be anything like those first
two nights again?
- 7
- 8
- 9
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