In the Morning

Naruto knows he’s going to regret this in the morning. He’s not entirely sure how they got into this position, with Naruto on his back and his legs wrapped around Sasuke’s waist, the other man moving inside him slowly – slowly slowly too fucking slowly – but he does know that he likes it. He likes it too much, really. But then, who wouldn’t? His hands are tied above his head, so he can’t touch Sasuke back, but the dark-haired shinobi is more than making up for it. His calloused hands are tracing the ridges of the hard-earned muscles decorating Naruto’s torso, soft touches mimicking the slow slick slide of his hard dick inside Naruto. Naruto tips his head back and moans softly as Sasuke licks and sucks at the skin he can reach. He didn’t think they’d ever be here, didn’t think that either one of them would be able to let their guard down enough to get this close. It’s terrifying, how good this feels – terrifying how Naruto knows that he’s not going to feel like this with anyone else, ever, because when Sasuke’s moving inside him like this all the false distance between them comes crashing down and it’s obvious that their rivalry was just them frantically trying to keep their distance, even as they drew closer. Naruto’s breath hitches as Sasuke thrusts a little deeper, a little harder, harsh pleasure streaking across his senses mixed with a little pain. The pain isn’t surprising, because pain is entangled in everything they are to each other – they understand each other because of pain, they cling to one another because of pain, they push each other away because of pain. So a little pain isn’t surprising, and really it’s half-expected. They hurt each other in a thousand little ways every day, just as a reminder, just as a way of warning themselves not to get too close. Not to get too close, like this. Sasuke kisses him, hotly, wetly, his hips still moving in that maddening slow pace. Naruto sucks him in hungrily, arching his body up to meet Sasuke’s. It’s not enough and it’s too much, all at once. Naruto knows he’s going to regret this in the morning. He’s going to regret it, because things will never be the same between them, not ever again. They can’t ever go on missions together again, because Naruto knows he’d lose it if Sasuke died. He’d let the nine-tails out, and he wouldn’t care because Sasuke was gone. This is why he’s going to regret it, he thinks: because this is what he wanted, this is what he can’t get enough of – and this is what he never wanted, what he could never have. They’ve always been drawn to each other, no matter how much they denied it; drawn together because of rivalry, because of hatred, because of respect, and because of the thing they’re not supposed to acknowledge because it takes their bond too deep. Terrifyingly deep, wrapping around them and into their souls with an intimate intensity they know they’ll never be rid of. No matter how much they fight, no matter how fiercely they struggle together, they weren’t supposed to do this because now it means they can’t walk away. Except that’s wrong, Naruto realises as Sasuke’s hand ghosts over the seal on his stomach. Every since they were genins – ever since Haku – they haven’t been able to walk away. And even if they did, they couldn’t get very far. Naruto went after Sasuke and brought him back – he has no doubt that Sasuke would do the same for him. Because being together, being each other’s support and opponent and friend and rival all at once was something they couldn’t get anywhere else, with anyone else. And even if they could, it wouldn’t be the same, because they were Sasuke and Naruto, with all the fights and hatred and rivalry meaning nothing more and something totally opposite at the same time. They need each other. They’ve always needed each other. . . . but it wasn’t supposed to get this deep. When Sasuke walked away before, it ripped at his guts and made him burn to beat some sense into the other boy. But he could have survived – he would have survived, even crippled and torn where no one could see. But now. . . . If Sasuke walked away now, after they’d fumbled together to figure out how this worked, after they’d touched and kissed and Naruto had wordlessly let the other man’s coils bind tighter around him, the wound would be too great, the crippling too severe. If Sasuke walked away . . . something irreparable would shatter. He thinks Sasuke knows that too – knows it in the way Naruto tries to touch him in any way he can, even though his hands are tied over his head – knows it in the way Naruto’s legs wrap around his hips and waist and try to drive him deeper. Sasuke answers in his too-slow yet rough movements – he’s holding back, holding back for as long as he can and that’s an answer in itself. They don’t need words to talk, and that’s another way they’re wrapped around one another too deep. But it’s too late to worry about that now – too late to worry about what they should have done or shouldn’t have done, too late to worry about what happens next when Sasuke’s thrusting harder, jerkily, unable to stop himself and drawing them both closer to the edge. Sasuke’s mouth finds Naruto’s again, kissing frantically-fiercely-deeply as heat builds inside Naruto’s groin. He wishes his hands were free so he could wrap his arms around Sasuke and pull him close, wrap his arms around the other man and hang on until his hands were bleeding and raw. They’re too close, much too close, but at that moment all he wants to do is get closer and closer still until it’s not Sasuke or Naruto, but Sasuke-and-Naruto, and— And he knows he’s going to regret this in the morning.

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