Naruto's apartment smelled like ramen and fresh rain from the open window, the dim lantern light casting golden shadows over the rumpled futon as their mouths crashed together again. Sasuke's back hit the wall with a soft thud, his pale fingers twisting into Naruto's jacket while the blonde's hands gripped his hips hard enough to bruise. Years of snarled insults and stolen glances boiled over in that kiss—Sasuke's usual scowl melted into something raw and hungry, his tongue sliding against Naruto's with desperate precision. "This doesn't mean anything yet," Sasuke muttered against his lips, voice low and serious even as his body arched closer. "No sex. We're not—fuck, Naruto—"

Naruto chuckled, that familiar goofy grin flashing before he nipped at Sasuke's throat, hands sliding under the dark shirt to trace lean muscle. "Sure, teme. Just kissing. Totally believable when you're grinding on me like that." Sasuke's cheeks burned, but he didn't pull away; instead, his serious facade cracked as his fingers fumbled with Naruto's zipper, curiosity overriding his grumpy protests. He wanted this too much—the rivalry's tension snapping into need. "Shut up," he hissed, but his eyes dropped lower, breath hitching as he tugged fabric aside. "I just... want to see. All of it. How big is it? Your cock—show me properly. And that bush, the full thing, don't hold back." His voice stayed even, dead serious, but his hands shook with the admission, pale skin flushing as he pushed Naruto's pants down. Naruto laughed softly, stepping out of them, his thick length springing free—already half-hard, heavy, nestled in a dense patch of golden curls that matched the wild spikes of his hair. Sasuke stared, lips parting, the sight hitting him like a kunai to the gut. His own body responded traitorously, heat pooling low as he reached out, fingers brushing the base, tracing the girth with quiet intensity. "Damn," he whispered, almost to himself, the years of unspoken want making his touch reverent yet demanding. Naruto's playful energy shifted, blue eyes darkening as he watched Sasuke surrender, one hand cupping the back of his neck to draw him into another deep kiss, bodies pressing flush.

Sasuke's knees buckled under the weight of that kiss, his mouth watering as he sank down to the floor without a word, pale hands steadying himself on Naruto's thighs. At twenty-four, the years of pent-up rivalry had left him no patience for hesitation; he leaned in and took Naruto's cock between his lips with surprising competence, tongue swirling around the head before sliding down the thick shaft in one smooth motion. The warmth, the musky taste of skin and precome, the way his mouth stretched full around that girth—it hit Sasuke like a revelation, a soft moan vibrating through him as he worked with focused skill, hollowing his cheeks and bobbing steadily, one hand cupping Naruto's balls with reverent pressure. Naruto's eyes widened at the expert rhythm, fingers tightening in Sasuke's dark hair as he realized just how damn good the Uchiha was at this, the usual grumpy exterior stripped away into something pliant and eager.

"Fuck, Sasuke—if you keep going like that the party is goin' to end pretty quickly," Naruto groaned, hips twitching forward despite himself, blue eyes locked on the sight of those serious lips stretched wide. Sasuke pulled back just enough to glance up, voice even and dead serious even with spit glistening on his chin. "Let it." He dove back down, sucking harder, and Naruto came with a choked curse, thick pulses flooding Sasuke's mouth. Sasuke swallowed it down with a shudder of pure pleasure, the warmth and salt and intimacy making his own cock throb untouched, a flush creeping over his pale skin as he savored every drop.

Naruto recovered fast, hauling Sasuke up with easy strength and settling the slimmer man onto his lap on the rumpled futon, one calloused hand wrapping around Sasuke's leaking cock to stroke him in firm, deliberate pumps. "Your turn, teme," he murmured against Sasuke's throat, free hand gripping a hip to hold him steady as Sasuke's head tipped back, body arching into the touch with soft, surrendering sounds. The contrast of Sasuke's tough daily demeanor melting into this vulnerable heat only stoked Naruto's primal instincts, his grip tightening as he built them both toward the next round, bodies pressed close in the lantern glow.

Sasuke's breath hitched sharper, hips rocking into Naruto's fist with growing urgency, his usual composure fraying as impatience clawed through him. "Naruto—enough with the teasing, I want you inside me now," he muttered, voice low and edged with that familiar grumpiness even as his body betrayed him, pressing closer. Naruto's hand kept stroking in firm pumps while his other lifted the hem of Sasuke's dark shirt, exposing pale skin to the lantern's glow before he leaned in to suck one dusky nipple into his mouth, tongue flicking wet and insistent. The sudden heat made Sasuke gasp, fingers digging into Naruto's shoulders, but the blonde didn't stop, mumbling around the sensitive bud, "You would look iso pretty with some little titties."

Sasuke froze for a split second, surprise flickering across his flushed face, but the idea bloomed hot and intoxicating in his chest—the fantasy of being Naruto's little wife, the one who gave him babies, surrendering that tough exterior to something so utterly claimed and soft. It felt right in a way that made his cock twitch harder in Naruto's grip, heat pooling deep. "You would like that right?" he asked, serious and steady despite the tremor in his thighs. Naruto pulled back just enough to meet his eyes, lips wet, and said, "I just think you’d be so pretty pregnant." Sasuke's expression softened into something vulnerable and eager, the years of rivalry dissolving into pure want. "So fuck me properly then."

Naruto didn't hesitate, flipping Sasuke onto the futon face-down against the pillow with easy strength, one hand parting his thighs as he slid a finger inside the tight heat of him, working slowly to stretch after twenty-four years of fighting and tension. Sasuke moaned low into the fabric, pushing back against the intrusion as surrender washed over them both, bodies finally yielding to the primal pull that had always simmered beneath their rivalry.

Sasuke pushed back harder against the finger inside him, hips rolling with growing frustration as he growled into the pillow, "Naruto, hurry up already—I'm not made of glass." His voice carried that familiar grumpy edge even as his body betrayed him, thighs trembling with need. Naruto's free hand stroked soothingly along his spine, adding a second finger with careful patience, scissoring gently to stretch the tight ring of muscle. "I'm trying to protect you, kitten," he murmured, voice low and warm with affection, the new endearment slipping out naturally as his lips brushed Sasuke's shoulder. "You've waited this long—let me do it right."

After several long minutes of steady preparation, Naruto withdrew his fingers and slicked his cock with the remaining oil, pressing the blunt head against Sasuke's entrance. Sasuke moaned the instant Naruto began to push in, the thick length breaching him inch by deliberate inch until he was fully seated, that delicious fullness stealing Sasuke's breath. "Fuck me harder," Sasuke begged immediately, voice ragged as he clenched around the intrusion, his pale hands fisting the sheets. Naruto started with slow, powerful thrusts, rolling his hips with clear intention, each one grinding deep and purposeful. "Let's enjoy it, teme," he said, voice rough with restraint, one hand gripping Sasuke's hip to hold him steady while the other traced the curve of his spine.

Sasuke's mouth fell open, breath hitching sharply with every measured stroke that filled him so completely, the heavy drag of Naruto's cock hitting that perfect spot inside him again and again. Pleasure coiled tight and overwhelming in his core, making his cock leak steadily against the futon as his body yielded completely, surrendering to the steady rhythm that left him trembling and desperate for more. Naruto leaned over him, chest pressed to his back, the intimate connection sparking something primal between them as he continued the unhurried pace, savoring every gasp and shiver from the man beneath him.

The rhythm built steadily between them, hips meeting in a deep, rolling cadence that sent sparks racing up Sasuke's spine with every thrust. Naruto's cock dragged perfectly against that sensitive spot inside him again and again, the thick stretch and wet slide pulling ragged sounds from Sasuke's throat. Pleasure coiled tighter and tighter until a low, involuntary moan escaped him, the sound vibrating into something almost like a purr as his body melted further into the futon. Naruto laughed softly above him, the sound warm and affectionate even as his grip on Sasuke's hips tightened. "Listen to you, kitten," he murmured, thrusting harder now, chasing that shared edge.

Sasuke's fingers twisted into the sheets, his voice breaking as he pushed back to meet every stroke. "Please come inside me. Fill me up." The words tumbled out raw and desperate, and Naruto groaned in answer, pace faltering as he drove in deep. "You feel so good, Sasuke—I'm gonna fill you up." They came together in a shuddering rush, Sasuke's cock pulsing untouched against the futon while Naruto spilled hot and thick inside him, hips grinding through the aftershocks until they both collapsed forward in a tangle of limbs. The blonde rolled them onto their sides, still buried deep, his chest rising and falling against Sasuke's back.

After a moment Naruto eased out and nudged Sasuke onto his stomach again, voice low. "Let me see it." Sasuke spread his legs without hesitation, letting the thick white cum drip slowly from his stretched hole, trailing over his balls and soaking into the sheets below. "You look so beautiful like this," Naruto breathed, and Sasuke's chest warmed with deep emotion at the praise, a flush creeping over his pale skin. He loved it—the feeling of being marked, covered, Naruto's release marking him so thoroughly. When he finally stood, the warm trickle sliding down his inner thighs felt incredible, grounding and intimate all at once. He tugged his dark shirt back on, nothing underneath, and settled onto Naruto's lap once more, letting the load continue to leak from him in slow, lazy pulses that made him sigh with quiet satisfaction.

The forest clearing hummed with the quiet rush of the river nearby, moonlight filtering through the leaves to silver the water's edge where Sasuke crouched, his lithe frame bent in focus as he snatched a few silver fish from the shallows with quick, precise hands. Tired from the mission's long haul, they had set up camp here instead of pushing straight back to the village, the crackle of Naruto's makeshift fire drawing them together under the open sky. Sasuke returned with his catch, bossy as ever as he tossed them down. "Cook these properly, dobe. I'm not eating charred scraps again." Naruto grinned, already gutting and skewering them over the flames, the savory scent rising as they ate in companionable silence, the weight of the day easing from their shoulders.

Once the meal was done, Naruto stood and stretched, that playful glint in his blue eyes shifting into something teasing. He stripped off every layer without a word, letting his muscular body bare itself to the night air—his cock hanging impressive even soft amid the dense golden curls, heavy and relaxed against his thigh. With a whoop, he bounded into the cold river, the splash echoing as he submerged and surfaced again, water cascading over his broad chest and abs while he bathed unhurriedly under the moon. Sasuke watched from the bank, his breath catching as a throbbing ache pulsed in his pants, the sight of Naruto so free and powerful stirring filthy images in his mind—spreading those thighs, tasting every inch, submitting fully to that raw strength. His body betrayed him, heat flooding low as he fumbled with his own clothes, maintaining his grumpy facade even as he shed them. "Don't stare like an idiot," he muttered, voice steady and bossy, pale skin gleaming as he revealed his slim, soft form and half-hard cock with its soft pink tip.

Sasuke slipped into the water, the chill drawing a sharp inhale as he waded closer, and Naruto's gaze darkened with immediate hunger, one hand drifting down to wrap around his own thickening length. He stroked slowly, openly masturbating to the vision of Sasuke's pale body under the moonlight, the subtle way the Uchiha's posture softened and yielded just enough to invite more. The attention made Sasuke's

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