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The bus reeked of coffee, cheap body spray and academic burnout.

Naruto slumped against the window, cheek smushed to the cold glass, hood pulled halfway over his face to shield him from the fluorescent light buzzing above. The sun had barely risen when the field trip started and it was now crawling into late afternoon, their charter bus winding its way up into the mountains like a sluggish beast.

The week-long interdisciplinary retreat was mandatory for all upper-level psych and health sciences students, sold as a “collaborative leadership initiative.” Naruto had tuned out the rest of the email after that. All he knew was: no Wi-Fi, no gym, and a shared room in a snow-covered lodge with people who probably quoted Freud for fun.

He sighed.

“Bro,” Kiba’s voice came from two seats ahead, “I swear to god, if the beds suck, I’m sleeping on the floor.”

“Didn’t you sleep on the floor last trip?” someone snorted.

Naruto tuned it all out, letting the cold window cool his forehead. The only upside of this whole disaster was the promise of free food, snow, and maybe, if he was lucky, a hot tub.

Meanwhile, three rows back and across the aisle, Sasuke was regretting everything.

He hated buses. Hated group trips. Hated watching people try to network when they couldn’t even organize a coherent sentence. He stared at his tablet, headphones in, pretending to read a paper on emotional cognition, but his eyes hadn’t moved past the same sentence in twenty minutes.

He wasn’t even sure why he’d agreed to come. His advisor had pressured him. Something about how it’d be good for his future career. Good for his ability to “collaborate.” He had half a mind to fake a headache and catch a train back before they hit the border of the forest.

Then someone laughed, loud and warm, like sunshine in winter and Sasuke looked up.

Across the aisle, a blonde guy with spiky hair and broad shoulders had leaned over to grab a protein bar from his bag. His hoodie rode up, revealing a stretch of tanned skin and that stupid V-line people like Sasuke only read about in smutty fanfic.

The guy turned and grinned at something Kiba said and Sasuke caught a flash of white teeth, blue eyes and absolutely no awareness of how many people were watching him.

Sasuke’s eye twitched. Great. A himbo.

~●~

By the time the bus pulled up to the snowy lodge, Sasuke was already halfway to hating everyone.

The building itself was beautiful. Modern cabin-style, tucked in the trees with twinkling lights lining the eaves. Inside, fireplaces roared and someone had set up cocoa and cider at a welcome table. Naruto shoved his duffel over his shoulder and whistled.

“Damn, this place is fancy. Bet it costs more than my tuition.”

He stepped inside, immediately heading toward the cider. The heat hit his skin, making him tug off his hoodie, revealing a tight white t-shirt stretched across his chest. People stared. Naruto didn’t notice.

Sasuke did.

He kept his distance, heading to the front desk to check in. The student coordinator, a frazzled grad assistant named Anko, was flipping through a clipboard with growing panic.

“Wait, you’re... Sasuke, right?” she said.

“Yes.”

She winced. “So, funny thing…. there’s been a slight booking issue.”

He raised an eyebrow.

"You were supposed to have a single, but there’s been a double-booking. There’s only one room left. With one bed.” She gave him a tight smile. “But! It’s a queen-sized memory foam?”

Sasuke stared.

Anko turned and waved someone over. “Oh and here’s your new roommate!”

Sasuke turned just in time to see a muscled idiot with a cup of cider and a bag of chips walk over.

Naruto grinned. “Yo.”

Sasuke blinked. “No.”

Anko shoved the keycard into Naruto’s hand. “Room 304. No switching. No complaints. I need five minutes without someone breathing on me.”

And just like that, she disappeared into the staff room.

Naruto scratched the back of his neck. “Guess we’re bunk buddies.”

Sasuke pinched the bridge of his nose. “I will be filing a complaint.”

Naruto shrugged. “You do that. I’ll bring snacks.”

~●~

The room wasn’t terrible.

It had sloped ceilings, wood paneling and a huge bed with a thick comforter. A flat-screen TV hung on the wall and the window looked out over a frozen lake surrounded by pine.

Naruto dumped his bag and flopped face-first onto the mattress with a groan.

“God, finally.” His voice was muffled by the pillow. “I swear, if I had to listen to Kiba talk about protein powders for one more hour, I was gonna jump out the emergency exit.”

Sasuke lingered just inside the doorway, arms crossed, eyes scanning the room with quiet judgment.

Naruto rolled onto his side and looked up at him. “You just gonna stand there all night like a vampire or...?”

Sasuke blinked. “I’m deciding if this was a mistake.”

Naruto laughed. “Bro, if I had a dollar for every time someone’s said that about me...”

He sat up and stretched, muscles flexing beneath the tight cotton of his t-shirt. Sasuke looked away, too fast to be casual.

Naruto grabbed his phone from his pocket and tapped the screen. “Hey, since we’re stuck together, probably makes sense to swap numbers, yeah? In case one of us gets locked out or eaten by wolves or something.”

Sasuke hesitated, clearly weighing the risk of social interaction against the practicality.

“Fine,” he said at last, pulling out his phone and giving it to Naruto. “Only for emergencies.”

“Right, emergencies,” Naruto smirked, thumbs flying over the screen. “Like running out of snacks.” He's handing his phone over to Sasuke

Sasuke puts his number in the phone and gives it back to him. Naruto typed in a quick text and sent it.

“yo, it’s your new bed buddy. don’t snore too loud or i’m kicking you out the window.”

Sasuke’s phone buzzed. He read the message in silence, lips twitching at the bold contact name Naruto had saved for himself: "Hot Roommate 💥"

“You named yourself that?” Sasuke asked, unimpressed.

Naruto winked. “Manifesting.”

Sasuke turned toward the bathroom without another word, but the tips of his ears were definitely red.

And Naruto noticed.

~●~

The second day of the retreat was full of team-building exercises, aka humiliation disguised as bonding.

Naruto, surprisingly, thrived in it. He lit up during every activity, cracked jokes that even the professors laughed at and somehow ended up doing push-ups in the snow after losing a trivia round to the psych majors. Sasuke watched from the porch of the lodge, sipping tea and pretending not to notice the way Naruto’s shirt clung to his back, soaked in melting snow.

By the time dinner rolled around, Sasuke had a headache and a problem in his pants he was refusing to acknowledge.

As they got back to their room, Naruto shoved open the door first, yawning, cheeks red from the cold.

“That was brutal. Who knew Psych kids were so competitive?”

“You did push-ups in the snow,” Sasuke muttered, shutting the door behind them.

“I was proving a point,” Naruto said, already toeing off his boots. “Anyway, you looked like you were having fun judging everyone from your icy little corner.”

Sasuke peeled off his coat. “I was.”

Naruto tossed his wet hoodie on the chair and started digging through his bag for a dry one. Sasuke tried not to stare – really, he did. But Naruto was just… too much.

Golden tan skin, a faint happy trail disappearing into the waistband of his pants, shoulders like carved stone. He moved with careless strength, muscles shifting under every stretch, every laugh.

And worse? He was nice. Really nice.

After dinner, Naruto had offered to bring Sasuke an extra cup of tea from the lounge “because you looked like you wanted to kill everyone.” He said it with a smile, like it was the most normal thing in the world to notice how Sasuke felt.

Sasuke didn’t know how to deal with that.

“I’m gonna clean up,” Naruto said, grabbing a towel and disappearing into the bathroom with a whistle.

Sasuke stared at the closed door, alone with the low hum of the heater and the sound of rushing water.

Get a grip, he told himself.

But his brain was already sabotaging him – imagining Naruto under the spray, water trickling down his chest, hair wet and pushed back, hands running over thick thighs and–

Sasuke sat down and opened his laptop with a snap, willing the image away.

Fifteen minutes later, the door creaked open. Steam poured out first.

Then Naruto.

Freshly showered, hair damp and messy, towel slung around his neck and nothing on but a pair of light grey sweatpants slung dangerously low on his hips.

Sasuke didn’t move.

Naruto padded into the room barefoot, humming something low under his breath. The pants did nothing to hide how well-endowed he was. The room felt ten degrees hotter.

“Shower’s free,” Naruto said casually, grabbing his phone and flopping back onto the bed, one arm behind his head, muscles stretching with lazy grace. “Water pressure’s kinda insane. I almost died.”

Sasuke stared at the laptop screen.

He hadn’t opened anything.

“Cool,” he said, voice an octave too tight. He stood, walked calmly to the bathroom, and shut the door behind him with the control of a man on the brink of spontaneous combustion.

When Sasuke finally returned – showered, dried and not thinking about Naruto’s stupid sweatpants, the lights were off.

Naruto was already in bed, sprawled across 70% of the mattress, blanket kicked halfway down. One strong arm was bent under his head. His chest rose and fell slowly, golden skin lit faintly by the moonlight through the window.

He looked peaceful.

And maddening.

Sasuke climbed into bed carefully, back turned, muscles tense.

But then Naruto shifted in his sleep, and something thick pressed against Sasuke’s hip.

Sasuke stopped breathing.

He’s asleep. He doesn’t know. It’s just a body. A big, solid, hot–

God. Those sweatpants.

Sasuke curled tighter under the blanket, face burning and told himself not to imagine anything.

Not Naruto's hands.

Not his mouth.

Not the way he’d looked when he smiled like he saw Sasuke.

~●~

He woke to heat.

Strong arms around his waist. A solid chest pressed to his back. Hot breath on his neck.

Naruto.

Sasuke froze, eyes snapping open in the dark.

Naruto was holding him. In his sleep. Like it was the most natural thing in the world.

A heavy thigh slotted between his own, big hand splayed over his stomach. The curve of Naruto’s hips flush against him and fuck, there was no mistaking what was pressed right up against his lower back.

Sasuke’s pulse roared in his ears.

He tried to shift away. Naruto tightened his grip.

A sleepy noise slipped from his throat, low and soft and dangerous.

Sasuke bit his lip hard.

He could feel everything. The warmth. The muscle. The solid, unmistakable size of him. Naruto didn’t even seem to realize it, caught deep in some dream, totally unaware of the slow, torturous death he was inflicting.

Sasuke squeezed his eyes shut.

He’s asleep. He doesn’t know. This isn’t–

But his own body betrayed him. Heat bloomed low in his gut, sharp and aching. His breath came short. The part of him he’d spent all day ignoring, the part that wanted Naruto, was loud and insistent now, whispering things he couldn’t allow himself to think.

Things about being flipped over. About how big Naruto would feel. About strong arms pinning him down and that stupid sweet voice asking if it felt good.

Sasuke shoved the thoughts away violently.

He didn’t move. He couldn’t.

Eventually, maybe half an hour later, maybe a lifetime, he drifted back into sleep, heart pounding, body flushed, tangled in the heat of the one person he couldn’t afford to want.

~●~

Naruto woke up slowly.

His first sensation was warmth.

His second: weight.

His third: the faintest scent of mint and something clean.

His eyes cracked open.

And there, still tucked against him, still beneath his arm, was Sasuke, curled close and unconscious, the early light painting the edge of his pale cheekbone in soft gold.

Naruto blinked.

He looked down. His arm was very much wrapped around Sasuke’s waist. Their legs were tangled.

His morning situation is also very much happening.

“Oh,” Naruto whispered to himself.

He didn’t move. Just stared at the back of Sasuke’s neck, lips parted slightly in sleep, breathing even. His black hair was a mess. He looked… soft like this.

Vulnerable.

Naruto swallowed.

He hadn’t meant to cling. Hell, he didn’t even remember rolling over. But now, with Sasuke warm in his arms, something possessive curled up deep in his chest.

His hand twitched on Sasuke’s stomach. Just slightly. Just enough to feel him.

And then he smiled, slow and a little wicked.

“Shit,” he murmured. “You’re real cute when you’re not scowling at me.”

Sasuke stirred faintly.

Naruto froze.

But the other man just sighed and turned his face into the pillow.

Naruto stayed still. But his brain was spinning.

Because something about this, about Sasuke letting himself be held, trusting him in sleep, felt dangerous. Not in a bad way. In a way that made Naruto’s stomach flip.

A challenge.

A thread pulled tight.

And he wasn’t ready to let go.

~●~

Sasuke woke up with a jolt. Heartbeat sharp, breath shallow and heat still clinging to his skin from the night before.

For a disorienting second he expected to still feel it. The heavy arm braced around his waist, thick thigh hooked between his, the hard insistence against the curve of his backside. It all came back in a rush so fast his face went hot.

There was nothing there now. Just cool sheets and a faint dent on the pillow beside him.

Then he heard water running.

The shower.

Sasuke stared at the bathroom door like it was a live grenade.

He’s in there. Naked. Like he wasn’t already half-naked last night. Like he didn’t almost ruin your will to live.

He dragged a shaky hand over his face, sat up and immediately regretted having a body at all.

The shower cut off. Sasuke scrambled upright, grabbed the closest book, didn’t even look at what it was and pretended to read while trying not to picture Naruto’s stupid huge… everything.

The door opened in a rush of steam.

Naruto walked out barefoot, towel somewhere around his hips, droplets running from his collarbone to the waistband like someone intentionally designed a torture device specifically for Sasuke Uchiha.

Naruto smiled, still sleepy around the edges. “Morning.”

Sasuke stared at his book harder. “Hn.”

Naruto grabbed his clothes and disappeared back into the bathroom whistling.

Sasuke stared at the wall and breathed through his teeth.

It’s fine. Nothing happened. People cling in their sleep. It’s biology. Heat regulation. Natural phenomena. Absolutely nothing to do with the fact that Naruto sleeps like he’s auditioning for a pornographic cuddle commercial.

He shut the book.

It was upside down.

Of course it was.

~●~

By afternoon, the retreat devolved into what every academic retreat truly was beneath the veneer of intellectual enrichment – Group alcohol therapy.

The students took over one of the lodge’s lounges. Blankets on the floor, bottles everywhere and music from someone’s Bluetooth speaker mixing with the crackle of the fireplace.

Naruto and Ino tag‑teamed the campaign to drag Sasuke out of his room.

Naruto leaned into the doorway, hands in pockets, hair still damp from an earlier snowball fight.

“Come on, it’ll be fun.”

Sasuke narrowed his eyes. “That’s subjective.”

Ino popped her head in behind Naruto. “Oh shut up, Sasuke. You can’t brood alone forever. That’s how men go insane and start buying swords.”

Sasuke glared. “I already own-.. never mind.”

Naruto’s grin widened. “See? You need supervision.”

Sasuke opened his mouth to argue, but one look at Naruto’s smile; easy, warm, infuriatingly bright and he caved with a sigh.

“Fine.”

Naruto fist‑pumped like he’d just won a sports game. “Hell yeah.”

~●~

It started civilized. 

Then Kiba pulled out tequila.

And suddenly the psych majors were psychoanalyzing each other’s childhood traumas between shots while the health sciences kids critiqued each other’s squat form.

Sasuke found himself between Karin and Shikamaru, pretending to listen as they argued about attachment theory. He sipped his drink, tuned most of it out and tried desperately not to think about the previous night.

Not about Naruto pressed against his back.

Not about his stupid warm hands.

Not about the obscene outline in those grey sweatpants.

Not about how it felt against him. Hot, heavy and very real.

So he drank. Shot after shot.

Each one meant to drown the memory of Naruto’s ridiculous, unfair, godforsakenly big dick. Sasuke swallowed hard.

Focus. Academics. Neutral thoughts. Puppies. Taxes. Volcanic rock formations. Anything but Naruto’s–

“Uchiha,” Kiba called out, slurring a little. “You’re drinking like you’re trying to forget someone.”

Sasuke didn’t blink. “I am. Now shut up.”

Ino cackled. “See? I told you he’s secretly dramatic. Pass him another.”

Naruto dropped onto the floor beside Sasuke, close enough their knees brushed. He smelled like snow, soap, and cedarwood.

“Didn’t peg you for a drinker,” he said, resting his head back against the side of the couch.

Sasuke kept his voice cool. “You don’t know me.” Naruto looked over, really looked, eyes soft and something else, something curious under it.

“That’s why I wanna,” he said simply.

Sasuke’s chest tightened. Horribly. Unfairly. He downed another shot just to smother the feeling.

The room blurred into warmth and noise. People laughed too loudly. Someone put on music. The fireplace snapped and flickered. And all the while Naruto stayed close, unaware of the absolute war raging in Sasuke’s brain, between the part that wanted to shove him away and the part that wanted to climb into his lap and stay there forever.

Or at least until he passed out from sheer embarrassment.

~●~

Sasuke lasted another ten minutes at the sit‑in before the tequila and intrusive fantasies reached mutually assured destruction.

He stood abruptly, Karin blinked up at him. “Bathroom?”

Sasuke shook his head. “I have to… do something.”

Naruto glanced up too, brows furrowing, but Sasuke didn’t look back. He wove through sprawled bodies, past half‑empty glasses and fireworks‑level flirting and into the cold hallway.

His pulse hammered against his ribs the whole walk to the room. Once inside, he shut the door, leaned back against it and exhaled shakily.

The silence hit him like a brick. After the noise and the laughter, it felt too intimate. Too honest. Too loud with things he refused to say out loud.

He pulled out his phone and opened his notes app, at least he thought it was his notes app, determined to purge the alcohol‑induced fantasies from his bloodstream before they killed him.

But his fingers were clumsy. His brain was hot. And his mouth was unhinged. He started typing anyway.

“I want to be on my knees for you. Want you to grab my hair and use my throat until I can’t speak. Don’t you wanna fuck me? I’d be so tight for you. I could be so good for you if you let me. Don’t you want to ruin my virgin hole? Stretch me open and make me scream your name.”

He stared at it.

Mortified. Aroused. Dissolving.

Then his thumb slipped and hit send.

A second later reality snapped back – cold, sharp, merciless.  

Because the little message bubble didn’t jump to the Notes app. It jumped to Naruto. Sasuke froze, blood turning to ice water.

Then, in a panic so violent it physically hurt, he typed again. 

“I’m sorry. I thought you were someone else.”

He slam‑locked his phone, tossed it onto the bed like it had personally betrayed him and pressed both hands to his face.

He has to move countries. No – planets. He has to fake his death. He has to ascend to a different plane of existence and never think about throats or virgin holes ever again 

~●~

Naruto’s phone buzzed against his thigh once, then again. He almost ignored it, until the preview flashed across the screen. He blinked. Opened the message.

Then read it. Slowly. Carefully. Twice.

His pulse dropped to his stomach and detonated.

Because Sasuke Uchiha – icy, elegant, impossible Sasuke, had just sent him a string of filth so explicit it could have melted the snow off the mountains.

Naruto swallowed once, jaw clenching so hard it hurt.

Then the follow‑up came in.

“I’m sorry. I thought you were someone else.”

Someone else.

Someone else.

Naruto saw red.

His chair screeched against the floor as he stood. Kiba jerked up, startled.

“Dude? Where are you going?”

Naruto didn’t answer. Ino called after him, “It’s not even midnight!”

Naruto was already moving, boots thudding down the hallway. His brain was a storm – jealousy, heat, possessiveness, something sharp and hungry rising under his ribs.

Sasuke left the sit‑in.

Sasuke left to meet someone.

Sasuke wanted someone else’s hands in his hair, someone else’s cock in his mouth, someone else to be his first. 

Naruto’s heart snarled inside his chest.

Absolutely not. He reached their room and didn’t even hesitate, the door slammed open.

Sasuke turned – halfway undressed, black shirt tossed onto the bed, fingers still hooked in the waistband of his jeans.

He froze. Naruto stood in the doorway, chest heaving, eyes wild – not angry, not confused, but possessive in a way that made Sasuke's blood go cold and hot all at once. There was a tension in the room like a bow pulled too tight.

And from the nightstand, the JBL speaker Sasuke forgot he’d left on earlier kicked to life – Florence’s voice bleeding out of it, breathy and rising.

“What kind of man loves like this?”

Naruto’s gaze dropped. Took in the open jeans, the naked chest, the faint flush still lingering across Sasuke’s skin.

“You wanna shower,” he said. Low. Accusing. Sasuke’s mouth opened. No words came. Naruto took a step inside. Closed the door behind him.

“You really left just to get fucked, huh?”

Sasuke’s breath hitched. “I.. what?”

“Did he make you cum that fast?”

“Or were you gonna go again? Clean up first before round two?”

Sasuke’s voice shattered somewhere in his throat. “Naruto, it was a mistake–”

“Yeah?”

“You don’t accidentally tell someone you want their cock in your throat, Sasuke.”

The sound of his name in that tone, low, dark and ruined, made his knees go weak.

Florence’s voice hit the chorus, rising over the speaker like a scream trapped in velvet: "And with one kiss; you inspired a fire of devotion that lasts for twenty years..."

Naruto walked closer, slow, deliberate.

Sasuke backed up a step, and hit the edge of the bed.

“You want someone to ruin you?” Naruto murmured. “Stretch open your virgin ass until you cry?”

Sasuke turned red, jaw tight, humiliated and throbbing.

“You wanna be used like that?” Naruto’s voice dropped, eyes raking over him. “You wrote it so sweet, too. Begging. I didn’t know you could beg, Baby.”

That did something to Sasuke – something he hated. He tried to hold Naruto’s gaze but couldn’t. His eyes dropped, breath catching. Naruto stepped right into his space, chest to chest now.

“You think someone else is gonna touch you like I would?”

His hand reached out. Brushed Sasuke’s hip, just over the open waistband.

“Tell me who you were writing to.”

Sasuke’s voice came out hoarse: “I told you. I thought you were someone else.”

“Liar.” Naruto's smile curved dark and sweet. “You wanted it to be me.”

Sasuke’s knees buckled a little. “I didn’t–”

“You did.”

“You wanted me to pin you down, didn’t you?”

“Make you choke on it. Make you feel everything you’ve been aching for since the moment you laid eyes on me.”

Sasuke’s breath stuttered out of him.

The music swelled again – the bridge of the song breaking like a fever, drums pounding like a second heartbeat between them. Naruto leaned in, lips brushing Sasuke’s ear.

“You said you wanted to be so good for me,” he whispered. “So why are you still standing?” 

Sasuke’s spine arched, heart in his throat, trembling from restraint he didn’t even know he had.

“Get on your knees,” Naruto said.

Sasuke dropped like his legs gave out on their own, his thighs were shaking. Not from exhaustion, but from the sheer pressure of Naruto watching him like that. Hungry. Feral. Chest heaving from restraint.

The music still played behind them, raw feelings bleeding from the speaker, like the room itself was vibrating with tension.

“To let me dangle at a cruel angle..”

Sasuke looked up through his lashes, face flushed, hair slightly disheveled.

And Naruto...

Naruto looked like a man about to ruin something beautiful.

He stepped closer, slow, deliberate. One hand came to Sasuke’s head, fingers threading through his dark hair. Gently at first, surprisingly soft.

A stroke. A pet.

“You’re pretty like this,” Naruto murmured. “Didn’t think you’d kneel so easy.”

Sasuke’s breath hitched. He hated how much the word pretty made his stomach twist. How the petting made his eyelids flutter.

 “Baby,” Naruto said again, softer this time, thumb brushing Sasuke’s cheek. “Why’d you lie to me?”

Sasuke swallowed. “I didn’t–”

But Naruto’s hand suddenly fisted in his hair, yanking his head back.

Sasuke gasped, body jerking, a flash of pain sparking down his spine.

 “You fucking did,” Naruto growled, mouth close now, heat fanning over Sasuke’s parted lips. “You said it was for someone else. What, you think I’m stupid?”

He tugged harder and Sasuke whined.

God help him.

“You think you can tease me with that filthy little message and walk around like it didn’t happen? Like you didn’t mean every word of it?”

Sasuke’s knees dug into the floor. He hated how hard he was, how his cock strained against his jeans from being manhandled like this. From being talked to like this.

“Bet your tight little virgin hole’s aching now, huh?” Naruto hissed, tilting his head even more. “Bet it’s fluttering just from me calling you Baby.”

And fuck, it was.

Sasuke gritted his teeth. “Y-You’re such a–”

 “Careful, Baby,” Naruto whispered, voice low and warning. “You know what happens when you act up.”

“What kind of man loves like this?”

His grip loosened, petting again. Tender, almost apologetic.

But the moment Sasuke relaxed just slightly, Naruto pulled again, rougher this time, forcing a breathless noise from Sasuke’s throat.

 “That’s it,” He rasped. “You sound so sweet when you break.”

Sasuke’s eyes fluttered shut, panting softly, shame pooling with want so sharp it felt like fire.

“Tell me you want me,” Naruto said, voice low, dangerous.

Sasuke trembled.

Naruto leaned in closer, lips brushing the shell of Sasuke’s ear.

 “Say it, baby. Or I’ll leave you hard and aching all night.”

Sasuke’s voice was a whisper, but it cracked like lightning.

 “I want you.”

Naruto smiled, slow and savage.

 “Good.”

~●~

Sasuke was panting, flushed, trembling, hair tangled between Naruto’s fingers like a leash.

His jeans were still on, painfully tight. His throat burned with shame and arousal and need. And in front of him, Naruto stood tall, golden skin flushed, chest rising slow and heavy.

And then–

Naruto shoved down his sweatpants.

Sasuke’s brain short-circuited.

Fuck.

Because Naruto wasn’t just big. He was insane. Thick, long, flushed dark at the tip, veined and heavy. His cock slapped against his stomach as it sprang free and Sasuke stared.

He had the urge to say something. A question, a prayer, maybe a cry for help. But his mouth was dry. Words failed.

He just stared.

Eyes wide. Lips parted. Breath coming faster.

Naruto saw it. And smirked.

He wrapped one hand around the base of his cock, gave it a slow stroke and used the other to grip Sasuke’s hair tighter, forcing his head to tilt up.

“What’s the matter, Baby?” he crooned.

“You forget how to speak?”

Sasuke swallowed thickly.

“You wrote about wanting it so bad.”

“Now it’s right in front of you.”

“Be polite. Open that pretty little mouth.”

Sasuke's lips parted barely, eyes glazed.

Naruto’s grip on his hair tightened. A beat passed. Then he said it:

“Tell me how my dick tastes.”

Sasuke blinked.

“Say it, Baby. Tell me how my motherfucking dick tastes.”

And before Sasuke could gather a single thought, Naruto stepped closer and pushed the head of his cock against his lips. Not all the way, just enough to smear precum on them.

Sasuke shuddered.

“Come on. Use your tongue.”

“You were so eager to choke on it in your little message. Remember?”

Sasuke’s cheeks burned. He parted his lips wider, let his tongue flick against the tip and Naruto groaned, low and sharp.

“There you go. That’s it.”

“Suck it. Show me how good that virgin throat really is.”

Sasuke wrapped his lips around him, slowly taking the head into his mouth, eyes fluttering shut.

He’d never done this before. Never tasted anyone like this. And Naruto? Was watching him like he was art.

“Look at you,” Naruto growled. “You’re fucking shaking.”

He eased in deeper, slowly letting Sasuke adjust, until his cock hit the back of thr others throat. He gagged, but didn’t pull away. Eyes watered. Knees dug into the floor. Spit slid down his chin.

Naruto thrust in shallowly, holding his hair, guiding the pace, his voice low and unrelenting:

“You were made for this. Fuck, Baby– look how well you're taking it.”

“Your mouth was meant to be used like this.”

“So fucking tight. So fucking good.”

Sasuke moaned around him. Broken, humiliated and starving for more.

“Say it,” Naruto growled again, fucking just a little deeper. “Pull off and tell me how my dick tastes. Now.”

Sasuke let go with a gasp, spit stringing from his lips to the head of Naruto’s cock, voice shaking:

“T-Tastes… so good.”

“I-I can’t…”

Naruto grinned down at him, hand tightening again in his hair, gaze wicked and soft all at once.

“That’s my good boy.”

And with that, he shoved back into Sasuke’s mouth. Rougher this time, relentless and possessive, as the speaker played behind them like a soundtrack to his ruin. 

 “Sometimes you're half in and then you're half out…”

Sasuke was trembling, his thighs aching, eyes glassy, breath ragged. Naruto stood above him, cock heavy in Sasuke’s mouth and yet the hand hadn’t moved from his hair.

Naruto's grip tightened again, yanking Sasuke’s head back just enough to force eye contact.

Naruto was smiling.

But it wasn’t soft.

It was that same hungry, jealous, dangerous smile that had torn the air apart the moment he saw Sasuke standing half-naked in the room. The one that said you’re mine, and no one else gets to see you like this.

“Look at you,” Naruto muttered, voice wrecked. “Fucking dripping for it.”

Sasuke didn’t respond. Couldn’t.

His legs were shaking too hard. His whole body was pulsing with shame, arousal and want.

He didn’t realize he was leaning into the touch until Naruto bent down, grabbed his jaw with his free hand and whispered, “You wanna be ruined so bad, Baby?”

Sasuke’s breath caught.

“You think anyone else could do it like I could?”

“You think anyone else could make you cry from just a little cock in your throat?”

Naruto leaned in close, dragging his mouth just over Sasuke’s ear.

“You really think I’m gonna let some random asshole fuck your virgin hole?”

That hit Sasuke hard. Shame twisted with heat and his knees buckled as Naruto finally let go of his hair.

“Stand up,” Naruto ordered. “Get on the bed.”

Sasuke obeyed. Dazed, aroused beyond comprehension, crawling up onto the mattress like a man half-possessed.

He was still wearing his jeans. Bare chest flushed. Lips still wet.

Naruto followed him to the bed.

“First time, huh?” He murmured, voice dark velvet. “That text wasn’t just fantasy, was it?”

Sasuke swallowed. Couldn’t speak.

Naruto licked his lips, a grin bright on his face. “You were writing that while hard and untouched,” he whispered. “Begging to be broken by someone who didn’t even know how soft you’d fall apart.”

Sasuke whimpered.

“Well, now I know,” Naruto said. “And you’re mine now.”

He stood there. Looking down at him. Smirking. And then, his voice low and rough, “Take off the rest.”

Sasuke blinked. “…What?”

“Your jeans,” Naruto said, stepping closer, hand still wrapped around his own cock with a lazy grip. “Your boxers. All of it.”

Sasuke hesitated, breath catching in his throat. Naruto cocked his head, watching.

“You’re the one who begged for this. Don’t go shy now.”

Sasuke’s hands moved automatically, fumbling with the waistband. His fingers were trembling, his face burning. He pushed the denim down his hips, boxers following, baring himself fully under Naruto’s gaze. His thighs parted instinctively, lips parted in some half-breathless attempt to look unaffected.

It didn’t work.

Naruto’s eyes darkened, drinking him in like he was starving.

“Now lay back,” he ordered. “Arms up. Let me look at you.”

Sasuke obeyed, because of course he did, laying back with his arms stretched above his head, eyes flickering anywhere but at Naruto. He felt like his whole body was pulsing, skin too hot, air too heavy.

And Naruto?

Naruto climbed onto the bed like a predator, straddling Sasuke’s thigh, one of his own sliding between the smaller ones legs, pressing up against the aching hardness there.

Sasuke choked on a sound.

“God, you’re so easy to tease,” Naruto muttered, leaning down, mouth ghosting over Sasuke’s collarbone. “Already hard and I haven’t even fucked you yet.”

He ground his thigh forward, slow and firm.

Sasuke arched with a whimper.

Naruto grinned.

“That’s it. Grind on me. Let me feel how desperate that virgin cock is.”

Then his hand slid up Sasuke’s torso, not to his throat, not to his hips, but to his nipples. Two fingers circled one, slow and cruel. Sasuke twitched.

 “Sensitive?” Naruto asked, mock-innocent. “Here?”

He pinched – hard.

Sasuke gasped.

“Or here?” Naruto’s mouth lowered to the other, lips brushing, tongue flicking, then teeth. Gentle. Then not.

Sasuke’s back arched. His thighs squeezed around Naruto’s leg, who ground up against him again and this time he could feel the way Sasuke’s cock throbbed, leaking against his skin.

“You're such a mess already,” Naruto growled, dragging his mouth up Sasuke’s throat. “And I haven’t even touched your ass yet.”

His hand moved lower, trailing fingertips across Sasuke’s stomach, grazing hipbones, then teasing the skin just shy of where the Uchiha was aching the most.

“You want more?” he asked.

Sasuke moaned, breathless. “Yes…”

Naruto bit his shoulder.

“Say it.”

“Please, Naruto–”

“No,” he growled. “Say exactly what you want.”

Sasuke whimpered and the shame that had followed him like a shadow all night finally cracked under the heat of Naruto’s voice, his body, his thigh grinding between his legs like sin.

“I want you to touch me,” he gasped. “Everywhere… Inside– I want you to f-fuck me.”

Naruto groaned into his neck, cock grinding hard against Sasuke’s hip now.

“That’s it,” he whispered. “Finally begging like you mean it.”

He was rock hard. Barely holding it together. But he wanted to take his time.

He leaned back just enough to reach for his wallet, tugged it from his discarded sweats on the floor and flipped it open.

Sasuke blinked up at him, dazed.

“Wh… what are you doing?”

Naruto smirked.

“You think I wasn’t ready the second you started texting like a whore?”

He held up a small foil packet.

Lube. Pulled from the little fold behind his ID.

“I’ve dreamed about wrecking you for so long,” he muttered. “You think I was gonna let it happen without this?”

Sasuke flushed deep, helpless and humiliated.

Naruto ripped it open with his teeth.

“You ready?” he asked, voice suddenly gentler. “You tell me now, Sasuke. Right now. Do I stop?”

Sasuke swallowed. “Don’t stop.”

Naruto leaned in, pressing their foreheads together and whispered, “Good boy.”

He slicked his fingers, warm and careful, then cupped the back of the smaller ones thigh, lifting it gently, spreading him open.

Sasuke gasped, body arching, nerves lighting up like fire.

And Naruto? He was watching him. Watching every reaction. Every twitch. Every tremble. He leaned down, kissed Sasuke’s jaw, and whispered:

“Breathe for me.”

He tried, but the second Naruto began teasing him open, his breath hitched in sharp, broken bursts.

The stretch was slow. Deliberate.

Not painful. Just... overwhelming.

“So fucking tight,” Naruto groaned against his throat. “You’ve really never had anyone here, have you?”

Sasuke shook his head, moaning. “N-No…”

“Fuck, I knew it.”

“You’re mine, Baby. All mine.”

He eased deeper.

Sasuke choked on a sound – half sob, half moan, his hands clutching at the sheets.

His thighs were shaking.

“That’s it,” Naruto whispered. “You’re doing so good for me.”

Sasuke’s eyes fluttered, wet at the corners. Tears slipped down his cheek , not from pain, but from the sheer intensity of it all.

Being touched like this.

Opened like this.

Ruined like this by the one person he’d secretly wanted for so long.

“You’re crying?” Naruto said softly, lips brushing Sasuke’s temple. “Shit, Baby… look at you.”

Sasuke whimpered.

“You feel it, don’t you?” Naruto breathed.

“How perfect this is? How perfect you are?”

His fingers curled just right and Sasuke sobbed, high and broken.

“That’s right,” he whispered, kissing the tears from his cheek.

“You’re mine now. I’m gonna fuck you open until all you remember is my name.”

He held Sasuke close, chest to chest, one arm braced around his back and kept working him open, slow and sweet and devastating.

“No one else gets to see you like this.”

“No one else gets to touch you.”

“You’re mine. Only mine.”

Sasuke moaned again, louder this time and Naruto swallowed it with a kiss, grinding his hips down just enough to make Sasuke squirm beneath him.

“I’m gonna make you beg,” he growled against swollen lips. “And when you break, Baby? I’ll be the only one holding you.”

Naruto had him open just enough, fingers moving slow, deliberate, testing him, claiming him, mapping him like Sasuke was something rare and expensive and worth savoring.

Sasuke was already a mess. Wet cheeks, swollen lips, thighs trembling uncontrollably. Every breath came out in little gasps, like he was learning how lungs worked for the first time.

Naruto’s thumb traced his cheekbone, catching another tear as it slid down.

“Didn’t know you’d fall apart this pretty,” he murmured.

He tried to speak, to say yes or don’t stop or please or I can’t, but the words tangled into nothing. He was kissed again instead, slow and possessive, swallowing every unfinished sound.

Then Naruto's fingers curled just slightly, angle changing and Sasuke broke. It hit him hard, like lightning under his skin, a spark of sensation so sharp and bright it knocked the air out of his lungs.

His back arched clear off the bed.

His mouth fell open on a silent scream before the sound finally tore out of him – raw, high, desperate.

Naruto’s eyes darkened.

“Oh,” he breathed, almost reverent, “there it is.” He did it again. Gentle at first, then deeper, precise, unrelenting.

Sasuke sobbed.

Not from pain.

Not even from stretch.

But from the overwhelming, unbearable pleasure blooming in his gut like fire.

“N-Naruto—!” he choked out, tears spilling fresh. “I–I can’t..”

Naruto caught his jaw, forcing him to look up. “Yes you can,” he whispered. “You’re taking it so good.”

Another curl of his fingers, that same devastating angle and Sasuke’s entire body trembled. His thighs clamped around Naruto’s hips, searching for pressure, friction, anything to ground himself.

“You feel that?” Naruto growled softly. “Right there? That’s for you.”

Sasuke nodded, or tried to, but he was crying too hard to manage anything coherent. Naruto kissed the corner of his wet mouth, then his throat, then lower, trailing heat down his body as Sasuke writhed beneath him.

“Crying for me,” he whispered against his skin. “Crying because it feels so fucking good.”

Sasuke sobbed again, high and helpless, as Naruto hit it once more, a slow, steady rhythm that had him shaking apart molecule by molecule.

“My beautiful virgin,” Naruto murmured, voice thick with pride. “Didn’t know pleasure could hurt this good, did you?”

Sasuke’s hands clawed weakly at broad shoulders, needing him closer, needing more.

“Please–” He gasped. “Please…. please–.. don’t stop!”

Naruto smiled against his throat.

“Not stopping,” he promised. “Not until you break for me.”

And Sasuke did. Piece by piece, cry by cry, moan by moan, undone by the sweetness of being seen, touched and claimed for the first time.

He was trembling beneath him, legs spread wide, body slick with sweat and tears, voice broken from moaning too long and too hard. His eyes were glassy, red-rimmed, but so fucking beautiful.

Naruto pulled his fingers out slowly, slick, wet, glistening and Sasuke whimpered at the sudden emptiness.

“Shhh,” Naruto cooed, leaning down to kiss him. “I’ve got you, Baby.”

He reached for the lube again, tearing another packet open. Sasuke watched him through wet lashes, dazed, lips parted.

When Naruto stroked himself once, slow and deliberate, Sasuke’s breath caught.

He was hard, flushed, veiny and thick. Big. Too big. The kind of big that should’ve made Sasuke hesitate.

But he didn’t. Because this was Naruto.

The one who’d kissed him like he mattered. The one who touched him like worship and filth at once. The one who looked at him like he was something fragile and powerful, something worth falling apart for.

Naruto leaned over him, one hand guiding himself between Sasuke’s thighs.

“Last chance to say no,” he murmured. “Say the word and I’ll stop.”

Sasuke shook his head.

“I want it,” he whispered. “I want you.”

Naruto’s mouth crushed into his, full of heat and promise.

“Good boy.”

Then he began to push in.

The stretch was slow. Hot. Overwhelming.

Sasuke cried out, half pain, half pleasure so sharp it hurt, his hands flying to Naruto’s back, nails digging in.

Naruto didn’t stop.

Didn’t rush.

He kissed Sasuke through it – temple, cheeks, lips, whispering, “That’s it. Take me.”

“You’re doing so good, Baby.”

“Fuck, you’re so tight.”

“You were made for this.”

Sasuke sobbed, overwhelmed.

He’d never felt so full. So exposed. So ruined. And Naruto was still holding him, one arm tight around his waist, the other cupping the back of his neck like a lifeline.

“I’m all the way in,” Naruto breathed against his cheek. “You feel that, Sasuke?”

He nodded, voice wrecked. “I feel everything.”

Naruto smiled, slow and sinful.

“Good. You’re gonna feel all of me.”

He began to move, slow thrusts at first, just enough to let Sasuke adjust. But every stroke dragged against that spot inside him, that place Naruto had already found and claimed.

And Sasuke broke. Tears streamed freely now. His hands scrambled for something, anything, to hold on to.

Naruto gave him everything.

“Look at you,” he groaned. “Fucking crying for me while I take your virginity.”

“You’re mine now. You get that?”

“No one else gets to fuck you like this.”

Sasuke choked on a moan.

“Say it,” Naruto demanded, voice like fire. “Say who you belong to.”

“Y-You,” Sasuke gasped. “I belong to you!”

“Louder.”

He sobbed. “I’m yours– fuck, Naruto, I’m yours!”

Naruto growled, hips snapping harder now, deeper, making Sasuke scream.

“That’s fucking right.”

He reached down, grabbed Sasuke’s thigh, and changed the angle just enough to hit deep and Sasuke cried out so hard his voice cracked.

“There?” Naruto said darkly. “That’s what you needed, huh?”

He kept thrusting, not brutal, but deliberate. Deep. Claiming.

Sasuke could feel every inch. Every word that was whispered into his skin. Every kiss. Every “mine.”

And then Naruto leaned down again, pressing their foreheads together, panting against his lips.

“Gonna fill you up, Baby,” he whispered. “Wanna see you dripping with me.”

Sasuke shuddered. He was already close, too close, his whole body on fire.

“Please–” he sobbed. “Please don’t stop–”

Naruto kissed him like he’d never stop.

“You’re never gonna forget this,” he swore. “You’ll never want anyone else.”

Then he reached between them, stroked Sasuke in time with his thrusts.

And Sasuke came undone.

He shattered, crying out Naruto’s name, body wracked with pleasure so intense it felt like collapse and Naruto held him through it, still moving, still claiming every broken breath from his lips.

“That’s it,” he whispered. “Cum for me.”

“Cry for me.”

“You’re mine now.”

Sasuke sobbed into his neck – ruined, full, marked.

Naruto thrust once more, deep, possessive and came inside him with a growl of his name, clutching him so tight Sasuke could barely breathe.

They collapsed together.

Sweat-slick, trembling, tangled in sheets and heat and everything they hadn’t said out loud.

~●~

The room was quiet now. Only the soft hiss of the heater and the fading echo of their breathing filled the space. The music had long stopped, leaving behind silence so thick it almost felt sacred.

They lay side by side, still half-tangled in the sheets, skin sticky with sweat and heat and everything they’d just shared.

Naruto’s hand rested across Sasuke’s stomach, fingers splayed protectively, possessively. His face was turned toward him, eyes half-lidded, golden hair damp against his forehead.

Sasuke stared at the ceiling, chest rising and falling in slow, shaky breaths.

His voice came quiet. 

“Did you mean it?”

Naruto blinked, slightly dazed.

“What part…?”

A pause.

Then he exhaled, rubbed a hand over his face, and said, “Never mind. Yeah. I did.”

Sasuke turned his head slowly to look at him. Messy hair across his eyes, lips still kiss-swollen, body sore and sensitive in ways he hadn’t known were possible.

“You don’t even know what I meant.”

Naruto looked at him then, really looked. And for a second, the teasing fell away.

No smirk. No bravado.

Just truth.

“Doesn’t matter,” he said quietly. “Because I meant everything I said.”

Sasuke’s throat tightened. He didn’t speak. Didn’t need to. Naruto reached out, brushing hair from his eyes, letting his fingers linger along his temple. His hand was warm, rough from years of sports, but gentle.

“Even if you meant the softest part,” he said. “The part after the crying.”

Sasuke's eyes closed. He wasn’t used to being held after. Or wanted. Or seen.

But Naruto didn’t stop touching him. His hand slipped to his jaw, thumb brushing lightly over his cheekbone.

“You're not going anywhere,” Naruto murmured. “You know that, right?”

Sasuke opened his eyes again, glassy and unreadable. “I don’t think I want to,” he whispered.

Naruto leaned forward and kissed his forehead.

“Good.”

Then, softer–

“Get some sleep, baby. I’ll still be here.”

And Sasuke did, for once, without fear.

~●~

Sasuke woke up to warmth.

Warm air. Warm skin. A heavy arm slung across his waist like a seatbelt. Naruto’s breath puffing softly against the back of his neck.

Shit.

His entire body ached in ways that made last night undeniably real.

Double shit.

He slowly, carefully, began the ancient art of escape. Lifting the arm, sliding a leg free, shifting an inch at a time like a ninja disarming a landmine.

He was halfway off the bed, foot just brushing the floor.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

Sasuke froze.

Naruto’s voice was raspy with sleep and smugness, and it hit him like a bucket of ice water and molten lava at the same time.

“I hate you,” Sasuke muttered, face burning as he froze mid-crawl.

“No you don’t,” Naruto said, grinning into the pillow. “You cried on my dick.”

Sasuke whipped around, mortified.

“I did NOT cry on your–!”

Naruto raised an eyebrow.

Sasuke opened his mouth.

Paused.

Closed his mouth.

Naruto grinned wider. Victory incarnate.

“I stand corrected,” Sasuke muttered. “I hate you so much.”

“Baby,” Naruto said, voice sweet and smug, “you texted me first.”

Sasuke flopped face-first onto the pillow beside him and screamed into it.

Naruto pulled him close from behind.

“You gonna sext me again tonight or should I just have the lube ready by default?”

Sasuke tried to suffocate himself with the pillow. Naruto just laughed and kissed the back of his neck. “You’re lucky I like dramatic little bastards.”

“I’m going to smother you,” Sasuke replied into the mattress.

“Hot.”