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𝔸 ℂ𝕦𝕣𝕖 𝔽𝕠𝕣 𝕃𝕠𝕧𝕖	By : Sessakag Category: Naruto AU/AR > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 2740 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter Eight
Cinnamon

Sasuke

Konoha

February 7th, 2000

Left—-six steps. Turn. Right—-seven steps. Turn. Left—-six steps. Turn.
Arms folded across the hard sculpted curve of his pecs, eyes long since drifting closed as minutes crept into hours, Sasuke reclined in one of the mostly comfortable leather armchairs lining the courthouse lobby, silently restarting his count of the repetitive step pattern his husband-to-be tapped from one corner of the waiting room to the other.
Neither Sasuke, fellow patrons nor the busy clerks behind the wide, rectangular teller box paid the werefox any mind.
It was well known fact that a bestial Natural trapped between four walls for an extended period of time was prone to pace within them, instinctively impatient to be back outdoors where they were free to roam, run and give free reign to their primitive impulses without fear of disturbing the peace or damaging the village.
Naruto in particular was quicker to indoor restlessness.
Though the werefox’s recent depression had curbed a significant amount of his motivation to do much of anything at all, Naruto’s low mood hadn’t completely muted his base desire for wide open spaces. Not once had he ever been too morose or too melancholy to climb the walls of any room if he felt hadn’t had enough fresh air.
Hyper active, short tempered, and infused with legendary Uzumaki vitality, the blonde male was naturally predisposed to excess energy.
Even at home, it was hard for him to settled down without a long run or some highly strenuous activity before they turned in for the day, and even then, he was always in the mood to burn off even more energy between the sheets.
Sasuke was long since used to the twitchy activity, as well as finding himself the target of Naruto’s ardor.
The latter of which he didn’t mind at all, in fact.
Sasuke might not be a bestial Natural, but his appetite was far from dormant.
Quite the opposite in fact.
Had his curse not been a barrier all these years…
His dark eyes opened as Naruto passed him again, the werefox’s scent, radiance wrapped in fiery sunshine teasing his nose with its addictive fragrance.
His gaze dipped as Naruto paced away from him, fixing on the tight rear end nestled in bright orange pants-
“Uchiha-san and Uzumaki-san to window four please,” a woman called out.
“Finally,” Naruto grumbled, standing by as Sasuke rose from his chair.
They maneuvered across the wide, tiled room, skirting other pacing bestial Naturals waiting to be called to the clerk’s windows. Despite the open windows, high ceilings and spacious area, the lobby felt stuffy and suffocating with so many thick chakra auras, potent scents and wide assortment of abrasive species pilled together in a loosely contained spot.
There was an undercurrent of aggression sitting like a heavy fog.
The two men cut a path right through.
Naruto’s blazing and wild energy parting bodies, Sasuke’s frigid and barbed aura keeping them at bay.
At window four, an Inuzuka female werewolf waited, her chocolate brown hair as shaggy and wild as Kiba’s, spiraling down her back and around the gray dog ears nestled atop her crown.
Sasuke positioned himself in front of the clerk, Naruto closing in at his back and slightly to his right, his meaty, tanned arm wrapping around his lower back, hand coming to rest on the vampire’s his narrow hip. It was a stance they fell into naturally, having jointly taken care of business time and again over the years.
Naruto wasn’t a fan of paperwork and exhaustive details.
He was far too impatient, wanting to ‘hurry up and get to the point, dattebayo’ within the first five minutes.
Sasuke was much more patient, though, this was largely due to his generally anal-retentive nature and long standing obsession with analyzing every little detail that passed his dark eyes.
Regardless, when it came to paperwork, Sasuke was the preferred representative for the couple.
“Your marriage license has been officially approved and immediately made active, courtesy of Rokudaime-sama himself,” the clerk announced cheerfully, holding up a page of their document stack with the bright red signature stamp of the sixth Hokage, “and I see here you’ve petitioned to have your marriage take place immediately upon approval. I’ll need a bit more information from you two and then we’ll get you over to a private room with one of our officiants.”
Excitement vibrated along their shared bond, a contribution from both men, and while he couldn’t tell where his feelings ended and the blonde’s began, the intensity felt nearly identical.
No doubt sensing the same, Naruto chuckled, leaning closer to his ear to say, in a low voice that was certainly loud enough for the werewolf clerk to pick up, “I felt that ya’ know. You been acting all cool and aloof the whole time we been here, but deep down you’re turning cartwheels over gettin’ hitched. You really are a romantic at heart, huh Sasuke?”
Sasuke refused to acknowledge the subtle heat in his cheeks as he replied to the female werewolf, “what other information do you need?”
Smiling at the exchange, the clerk flipped through the pages of their paper work a few moments before placing them all down and giving them an apologetic smile, “let me grab a copy of the document you need. Must have forgot to grab it. One moment.”
Crossing the room, the clerk stopped at a filing cabinet and rifled through it.
Sasuke took this time to fix his significant other with an annoyed glare, which was promptly met with an unrepentant grin.
It was disconcerting and more than a little embarrassing to have his emotions so clearly broadcast to another person, even though that person was the man he loved most in this world, and this broadcasting system that was their mating bond was exactly what he’d been longing to have for the better part of a decade. Sasuke had always been a much more reserved Natural, certainly not as stoic as the few remaining members of his Clan had been growing up as a youngling, but more prone to impassivity than most Naturals.
Much of his and his deceased Clan’s aloof mannerisms could be traced back to their primitive core.
Survival instincts shaped and molded his kind into very information stingy individuals, anything and everything was a closely guarded secret. Their standoffish nature wasn’t without justification, something as simple as sharing where they bedded down during the day could prove fatal.
A vampire’s lair was as important as the blood they consumed, as important as avoiding sunlight.
Being relegated to nothing more than a corpse during slumber was a glaring vulnerability, and sharing that location with anyone, even members of their own Clan was extremely taboo and potentially life ending for the vampire in question.
Sasuke wasn’t immune to these innate guidelines.
Despite the bond, the trust forged between them in their youth, before their official mating, Sasuke hadn’t been able to bring himself to disclose his lair’s location to the blonde for a number of years, and after their union, it took nearly a year before he was comfortable having Naruto in the room with him when he was comatose and at his most vulnerable.
As much as he wanted, loved , their completed bond, it would probably take him just as long to get used to suddenly being an open book.
Naruto snorted behind him, flooding their connection with obnoxious teasing amusement.
Sasuke scowled.
Maybe even longer with Naruto using it against him for his childish antics.
Contemplating icing the irritating, whisker-faced pest draped over him, Sasuke quietly grouched, “we’re finally fully bonded and of course you use it to act like a dumbass.”
“What else am I gonna use it for?” Naruto joked, resting his chin on the aggravated male’s shoulder, “I usually have to work ten times as hard to get you to blush, I’d be an idiot not to cut through the red tape, dattebayo.”
Annoyance flooded their connection, coaxing even more obnoxious amusement.
Clearing his face of irritation and the lingering on his cheeks redness, Sasuke gave his forever pain in the neck a taste of his own medicine.
Blasting their bond with an amplified version of the fleeting arousal he’d felt watching Naruto’s rear end pace a few minutes ago. Sasuke remained unresponsive and unbothered by the tightening of the arm curled around his lower back, the roughened hand on his hip flexing, and the subtle pressing of the werefoxes groin against his backside.
The blonde groaned as though pained, and judging by the hardness pressed against him Sasuke had no doubt he probably was, before dropping his forehead heavily onto his shoulder as he grumbled, “why do you always gotta take shit too far?”
“Tch, you’re one to talk,” Sasuke retorted, replacing the tormenting arousal with his own obnoxious amusement.
“Alright, here we go,” clerk announced cheerfully, returning with a new paper held up, before placing it on her desk and picking up a pen, “let’s see here, have you two made a decision on your surnames? Remain the same, hyphenation or a new surname entirely?”
“New,” the vampire answered.
“Alright,” the clerk hummed, checking off a box before posing another question, “and the new surname?”
“Uzuchiha,” Naruto answered at the same time Sasuke replied, “Uchimaki.”
The clerked looked up, humor threading her voice as she asked, “do you need another minute to decide?”
“Uhh, yeah, if we can,” Naruto spoke up, “long as we don’t have to get outta line and wait again.”
“No, no, you’re fine,” she replied, “I’ll give you two a moment.”
Naruto pulled back, unwrapping himself from Sasuke as the clerk left the window and wandered off out of sight in the little square structure housing her and the rest of the clerks.
“What are you doing, dobe, we agreed that I’d handle our surname and you had the Clan Crest,” Sasuke reminded him.
“I know, but I was thinking about it while we were waiting and Uzuchiha sounds better,” the blonde asserted, “not that Uchimaki is bad, it just doesn’t flow smooth like Uzuchiha does.”
“Uchimaki flows fine,” Sasuke countered.
“But Uzuchiha flows better,” the werefox insisted.
Sasuke raised a dark brow, “then you’re backing out of our agreement? Surprising coming from the guy that’s been yelling ‘I never go back on my word’ since the Academy.”
He wasn’t surprised by the annoyed pout he received, and while it was cute as hell as it always was and he was as amused by it as he always was, Sasuke refused to be taken in by it.
“I’m not going back on my word, ass,” the blonde defended, feigning outrage at the vampire’s empty accusation, “I’m just trying to get you to, ya know, reconsider.”
Crossing his arms over his chest, Sasuke let his dispassionate face respond to his pouting spouse’s attempt at a loophole.
“And people call me stubborn,” Naruto grumbled, before complaining, “come on Sasuke, are you seriously gonna stand there and tell me Uzuchiha isn’t better?”
One thing Sasuke didn’t do with Naruto was lie.
After their turbulent friendship and even rockier courtship, made turbulent and rocky because of the lies he told to the werefox, Sasuke made a promise to himself and his mate that he’d never utter another untruth between them again. He’d kept that promise, always would, but there were times where the convenience of lying was very enticing to his reclusive nature.
“You are stubborn,” he replied, ignoring the later part of his response.
“And you’re avoiding the question, which you only do when you don’t wanna admit I’m right,” Naruto annoyingly, accurately assessed, “so what’s your deal then? Do you want the Uchiha name to come first or something?”
He snorted humorlessly, “as if I’d be that childish and petty.”
“Then what?”
Subtle tightening touched his jawline.
He was a sentimental idiot still clinging to the past, that’s what.
Grief passed briefly in his chest, the pang, while brief, vibrating along that broadcast before he could tuck it back in the little box he usually kept it sealed tight in.
“It doesn’t matter why, we already decided.”
“And people think I’m the dumb one,” Naruto grouched, stepping into the other male’s space, that dogged tenacity from their childhood alight in his blue eyes, “I don’t need our bond to know something’s up with you, even though it sure as shit told me a whole lot more than I woulda figured out on my own. You always get evasive when you’re dealing with some emotional shit. So, you wanna tell me the real reason you’re dead set on Uzuchiha?” Naruto pushed before adding, “and don’t avoid the question this time. You know how annoying I get when you try to keep secrets.”
“Don’t be an idiot,” Sasuke returned, real annoyance creeping into his tone, “I don’t have any secrets you don’t already know.”
Sasuke had come a long way from the tight lipped, serial lying, emotionally constipated vampired he’d been, opening himself up despite his very nature screaming at him to close, exposing himself in a way most vampires would reviled, and resented having to open up even further.
There were places in him he didn’t want venture to.
Hurts he wanted to keep in the shadows where even he couldn’t see them.
“I know about all the big shit, yeah, but what about the little stuff you bottle up? You always try to avoid the heavy shit.”
“What heavy shit?”
“Your family,” Naruto supplied, once again, disconcertingly pinpointing his emotions, “and don’t try and pretend that’s not what this is about because I felt your grief clear as moonlight, and I know it was grief because I feel the same way when I get all choked up over ma. Dad too, even though I didn’t know him all that well. You need to talk-”
Teeth grinding, Sasuke snapped, “there’s nothing to talk about. They’re dead, been dead a long time.”
“And you never dealt with it,” Naruto pointed out, “you didn’t even cry when it happened, you just pushed on like it didn’t happen, and yeah, I get it, trying to make sure you didn’t…”
Naruto trailed off, tanned jaw flexing, his silent emotions saying far more than the word he refused to utter.
“Trying to find a way to get rid of your curse took most of our attention,” he started up again, more at ease with this less traumatizing rephrasing, “but we both know you were gonna have to face it eventually. Just because you keep it bottled up, doesn’t mean it’s not still eating you alive. It’s just like that fuckin curse, Sasuke. And that’s gotta go too.”
Throat aching, Sasuke pulled pained onyx from earnest blue, fighting not to be swayed, not to have to take this trip down a road paved with death and tears.
“Just tell me why you’re dead set on Uchimaki?” Naruto coaxed quietly, before attempted to cut through the tension with his annoying sense of humor, “and hurry it up before we lose our place in line. I’m tired of being trapped inside this building, dattebayo.”
Sasuke exhaled, trying his best to keep himself detached from the story before finally admitting, “Itachi cam up with it.”
Sasuke didn’t have to look at the blonde to know that wasn’t the answer he expected.
The blonde’s surprise rippled through him like waves.
“Itachi knew, even before I did what you were to me,” Sasuke continued, already starting to lose that firm grip on his emotions as the memories seeped into his mind’s eye, “he’d tease me about us. Tap my forehead and say if I kept being a jerk to you, I’d lose my chance to become an Uchimaki.”
Naruto paced towards him as threads of agony threaded their connection.
Sasuke remained stiff and remote, determined to push through while he still had the resolve to do it.
“Itachi knew it was over by then, that there would never be another Uchiha born after Izumi died,” his voice deepened, roughened as the last, teasing memory washed over him; his big brother’s gaunt face and sunken eyes, the feel of his shaking, skeletal hand tapping his forehead, smiling despite drawing his final breaths, “I didn’t realize at the time…but he wasn’t just teasing me. He was preparing me for what was coming next. Reminding me that I still had a future even though he, our family, our Clan didn’t-”
He broke off.
And not just because felt as though he was being carved hollow from the inside out.
Warmth touched his chest, a brief flicker of sensation that felt like…
He could only describe it as a potent blast of soothing comfort, as though he were wrapped in the arms of a energy more gentle than the softest cloud yet strong enough to mend the frayed ends of the wounds his past carved into his very soul, wound that not even time seemed to be able to heal.
His brows twitched, furrowing as he chased the source of that feeling.
The mating bond was new but…its sensation was familiar enough that Sasuke could pinpoint the difference between the broadcast and whatever the hell…this was.
This experience was different.
Naruto’s telegraphed feelings almost felt like his own, bubbling up in that allusive place inside him where his own emotions came from.
This one had an identifiable location.
Right in his chest, directly over his sluggishly beating heart, like a spectral touch.
There a moment, then gone so quickly he was almost convinced it never happened.
Almost, but not quite.
Not after his encounter with the witch.
Not when he could smell the faint but seductively sweet scent of cinnamon-
Naruto shifted, dragging him back to the present, though Sasuke made a mental note to add the unnatural symptom to his journal.
Pressing his forehead against the pale man’s, Naruto spoke softly, his rough hands sliding comfortingly up and down the hard, muscled planes underneath the sleeves of the Uchiha’s shirt, “I always knew there was a reason I liked Itachi way more than I did your dad.”
Rolling his eyes skyward, Sasuke pointed out, “you liked him more because he didn’t tell you to fuck off whenever you barged into our house so early in the goddamn evening.”
Snorting a laugh, Naruto grinned shamelessly, all canine and pearly whites, “he’d drag your moody ass out the lair, plop you next to me then go make us a snack, hell yeah I liked him better than your dad! Can’t beat free food.”
Sasuke remembered the pig pen and noisy piglets his brother kept behind the house just to make sure he had a snack ready in the event of an unexpected werefox visit.
Kind .
His older brother had always been kind, and it was one of the many things about him neither him, nor Naruto, would ever forget.
Amusement fading, Naruto murmured quietly, “guess I can deal with Uchimaki, ‘ttebayo.”
Why that made his chest hurt worse than his grief, Sasuke couldn’t say, nor was he interested in analyzing it at the moment.
He was officially tapped out and over this emotional torture session.
“Like you had a choice, dobe,” Sasuke blustered as he swatted the blonde away, face the epitome of indifference despite the cauldron of emotions no doubt blaring across their connection, “wouldn’t have let you back out anyway. A deal’s a deal.”
“You would’ve if this wasn’t so important to you,” Naruto gloated, wagging his blonde brows, “much as you like to play the Ice Cold Prince, we both know you’re a big softie under all that asshole when it comes to me. Got you wrapped around my finger.”
The returning clerk saved the arrogant werefox the sharp edge of his mate’s tongue.
“Have you made a decision?”
“Uchimaki,” Naruto answered, re-wrapping himself around Sasuke at the window, only grimacing slightly as Sasuke’s arctic body came into contract with his.
Sasuke might not have gotten a chance to give Naruto the set down of a lifetime for suggesting the blonde had him wrapped around his finger, even if it was a truth he’d never admit aloud, that didn’t mean Sasuke wasn’t going to exact some form of revenge for the teasing.
“Uchimaki,” she hummed, sketching the new surname out on paper.
The next three minutes of questions were mundane and generic.
Once the boring, basic information was out of the way, the clerk placed her pen down, and instructed, “if you two would join hands and raise your other please.”
Naruto found Sasuke’s left hand with his right one, then mirrored the vampire in raising his free hand.
“Do you swear this marriage is consensual and desired by both parties?”
“Yes,” they answered unison.
“Do you both assert that this marriage is backed by a True Mating Bond?”
“Yes.”
Neither man was surprised by the question, nor the reasons behind it.
It was a well known fact that Natural marriages could get real…complicated.
Finding one’s True Mate was a rare occasion.
Naruto and Sasuke were one of the very few lucky Natural to have found each other.
While many unattached Naturals spent their lives seeking their perfect match, a growing number had begun seeking contentment, companionship and commitment with other Naturals that had also given up on finding their other halves. For the most part, non-mated marriages were pretty common and some even lasted the entirety of a Natural’s life, however, the divorce rate of these unions was a bit on the higher end of the spectrum. Naturals couldn’t vibe with just anyone, they were creatures of instinct, often following the dictates of their origin, and those impulses could, and had, lead to bitter marital strife and often times, a Primal Rejection of their spouse.
Primal Rejection was a dangerous thing.
An inner beast that couldn’t accept its life partner, that was convinced it didn’t belong would attempt to remove the offender from its family structure at every opportunity and by any means necessary, marriage or no marriage.
Behaviors with that goal in mind could manifest consciously and even subconsciously.
Starting arguments, avoiding home, abuse, cheating, even murder were a few of the most well known symptoms in cases of Primal Rejection.
Even more common than those corrosive compulsions was The Yearning, a sickness that took root in the soul of a Natural longing for its True Mate. Many believed that The Yearning was a physiological response that occurred as a sign that one’s True Mate was somewhere near, while others believed it meant their True Mate had just been born into their world or just left it.
The latter superstition seemed to be the most widely believed superstition.
Considering the deep depression and physical, mental, emotional wasting that followed, it stood to reason that there could possibly be some innate knowledge of one’s True Mate passing on, and that The Yearning was the soul’s attempt to join them. Naruto’s depression had mimicked the symptoms of The Yearning, though, considering his True Mate was still alive and the blonde hadn’t been declining as rapidly as those that had it had, a diagnosis of the illness hadn’t been considered.
However…
With Naruto well aware that Sasuke’s time was running out, perhaps he’d started grieving early.
It was entirely possible.
Stranger things had happened before after all.
Nothing was impossible in their world.
Perhaps the biggest example of that were the cases in which a married Natural found their True Mate after marrying someone that wasn’t.
Super rare but the havoc it wrought on a relationship, on those involved, was astronomical.
Broke marriages, broken homes, broken hearts, and in even rarer cases, a Natural rejecting its True Mate in some misguided attempt at honoring vows and proving loyalty.
In contrast, there was no record nor story of a True Mating backed marriage ending in divorce.
Because of it’s stability and longevity, these unions were afforded an extra subset of legal benefits when it came to things like land ownership, home buying and business ventures. Land ownership in particular was of importance to a Natural with ties to a Clan, it was a place to build and place down roots that would allow that Clan to flourish well into the future.
Though they would never have young of their blood, should they adopt, that child would be entitled to retain those lands and it’s Clan status when they passed.
“Please sign your name where indicated, and blood stamp in the box beside it,” the clerk instructed, turning a document towards them, then handing pens to each of them.
Sasuke signed his name beside Naruto’s, his script fluid and sleek compared to Naruto’s messy chicken scratch, before pulling back, coaxing the rounded tipped nail of his pointer finger to sharpen and pricked his thumb for the blood stamp.
Turning back to the form, he moved his thumb towards the box, then stopped.
He stared at the document, watching as glistening light weaved faintly between his name and Naruto’s, slowly threading into elegant symbols.
Sasuke didn’t recognize the script.
It was foreign…otherworldly.
And yet…
He squinted, dark eyes struggling make sense of the vibrant lines.
His mind shifted, processed, and like the soothing whisper of a soft voice speaking them to him, he recognized the shapes, knew their meaning and spelled them out in his mind.
A name…
Ƕ … 𝓘 …𝒩-
Heavy heat molded to his arm and a portion of his back, as a familiar voice rumbled out, “what’s wrong?”
Blinking, Sasuke cut his dark eyes to the man beside him, wondering at his question…and the sudden blankness in his head. His brows furrowed, a thread of confusion pulsing through his head before rapidly fading into the background.
“Nothing,” he answered turning back to the paper and pressing his bleeding thumb against the box beside his signature, wondering how he’d missed Naruto already signing and stamping his own.
A warm nose found his throat, the heat of a hard body pressing against his.
“ You smell good, ya know ,” the werefox rumbled against his ear.
Distantly he realized the scent wasn’t entirely his, that it was laced with that sweet scent from earlier, one he and Naruto associated with the calling card of the witch’s magic.
Cinnamon …
He could smell it all around them.
Elusive and seductive…
Leaving him salivating and aroused-
A throat cleared.
Breaking through the haze of lust buzzing around the couple, reconnecting at least one half of the horny duo back to reality.
Cinnamon…
Unnatural…
Magic …
It was weaving another spell around them again, fucking with their senses, enticing them to-
“We ask that you refrain from sharing intimacies in this part of the courthouse,” the clerk interrupted, “however, we understand the nature of new mating and have rooms available for hourly rental a floor above you if needed.
“ Thanks ,” Naruto replied huskily, his body pressing tighter to the flushed vampire, “ how much are- ”
“Did you already forget the dinner Sakura’s planning?” Sasuke asked.
It was a question he would have voiced regardless of their current situation, but considering the two were laboring under artificial lust over a scent that belong to neither of them, a perversion of their mating bond in itself, Sasuke wasn't above using it as an excuse to quell Naruto’s ardor.
It was effective.
Knocking the wind from his sails, Naruto dropped his head to his shoulder for the second time that evening, “ can’t we just reschedule? ”
“She probably already called everyone and made the reservations, so no. We should get the dinner out of the way while everyone is in the village and we have time to do it.”
They were waiting to hear word from Kakashi-sensei and sitting on standby until a lead on the witch’s location surfaced.
That lead could come any day now.
“In that case, let’s get you to the officiant,” the she-wolf interjected, “if you two are ready?”
“We’re ready,” Sasuke answered.
The room was dark but for the flicker of candles, casting dancing shadows.
The officiant was an elderly gargoyle resting atop an intricate perch carved of marble and alight with long tipped candles identical to the ones hanging around the pattered nooks carved into the stone walls of the room. It sat completely still, looming over velvet pews, three on the left side and the right, it’s glowing yellow eyes watching as the two men approached.
It’s voice reverberated around the room as it instructed the two to join hands and began its short speech.
Speaking of the earth and chakra and nature and mates and love.
Of their place in the world and the future that awaited bonded pair.
And then it prompted them for their symbols of commitment.
Different Naturals used different things, but most humanoid species used rings.
Sasuke dug for the ring passed down to him by his mother, while Naruto fished the one passed to him by his father.
Sasuke went first, repeating the words prompted by the officiant as he slid his silver band on Naruto’s finger, “with this ring, I bind my soul to you.”
Glowing blue eyes captured his gaze and refused to let go as he spoke the words, the emotion within in them nothing, nothing , compared to the flood flowing between there bond.
Sasuke found out the hard way that he wasn’t ‘tapped out’ on mushy feelings today as Naruto worked his gold band on his pale finger, his baritone voice little more than a growl as he repeated, “ with this ring, I bind my soul to you .”
The officiant spoke as they completed there vow.
What it said, Sasuke didn’t know, the world had narrowed to one man and one man only.
Hands sliding into a tender, lose interlocking of calloused fingers, Sasuke moved before his newly wedded husband could, fusing their lips in a kiss that was softer, sweeter , more powerful than any kiss they’d shared in the twenty-four hours they’d been free learn the taste of each other’s lips.
…and still.
Even in this moment.
The faint scent of cinnamon tickled his nose.
☾༶☾༶☾༶☾༶☾༶☾༶☾༶☾༶☾

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Sessakag~
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