Ayame knows she shouldn't be doing this - knows she shouldn't be touching Naruto like this. He's young, gods he's young, but it's his birthday. It's his birthday and he doesn't have anyone else, no one to tell him that he's loved or that he did well in school today. No one to welcome him home into their arms or reassure him after a day where the bullying was just too much.

This is the only way she can show just what she thinks of him - she's a bit older and yet just as inexperienced, but she tries. She tries her best to guide his hands to the places that make her feel the best. Even when he misses the mark a bit, she encourages him with hushed breaths and soft moans - Yes, Naruto, just like that she says, harder, more, yes yes yes.

To his credit, he's a fast learner, and soon the noises she's making are less fake and more real, which he seems to pick up on (because of course he can tell when people aren't being honest). It only spurs him on, and before long, against all odds he manages to bring her over the edge. She cums with shuddering breaths and sets to returning the favor.

He's developing nicely, she thinks as she takes him in her hands, in her mouth. She knows her way around these parts even less than she knows her way around her own - the gossiping of women who came to Ichiraku and conversations with her own friends weren't enough on their own. She strokes him and whispers in his ears - Do you like that, Naruto? Is it good? She sucks his tip gently, watches him buck his hips and try to make her go faster, deeper, harder. She continues at her snail's pace, taking pride in the way his toes curl. And when finally he gets his release, she coughs a bit and almost chokes, but she swallows all of the bitter fluid.

Luckily for her, she doesn't have to wait too long before he's ready to go again - the wonders of youth, she supposes. This is more uncharted territory for them, but the flushes on their faces and their heavy breathing in Naruto's cramped room betray just how excited they are. She lies back on the bed, spreads her legs wide. When Naruto lines up to enter her, she tenses. Then he's pushing in - slowly, slowly, slowly, and then she yells a loud fuck! because he's buried to the hilt inside of her. Gods, he feels so good, better than her haphazard experiments back home, better than anything she could've imagined.

He starts moving before she can regain her composure, and she is not fucking ready for it. His technique is non-existent - every thrust is wild and driven by pure instinct and arousal. But it's enough for her. Enough to make her glad that no one wants to live close to Naruto because she starts to moan and curse. She's low volume at first, but then she gets louder and louder and closer and closer. Yes, Naruto, she says, fuck yes! Fuck me, harder! Faster! Fuck me fuck me fuck me! With his usual determination, he obliges.

She doesn't know how long he lasts, but he makes her cum once, twice, three times and then all of a sudden she can't count. She can't speak, can barely speak. Unintelligible noises spill out of her mouth, but he seems to get the message.

She's already beyond satisfied when he starts to go wild. She knows he's close then, and she wraps her legs around him. Inside, she tells him. Please, cum inside me. It's dangerous, she knows, but she can't help it - she wants him to feel wanted, wants him to feel like he's loved. It feels so good when he finally lets go inside of her, like this was something she had always wanted but never knew the words for. He clutches her sweaty body close to his and groans in such a cute way that makes her want to take him for another spin, but she can tell he's going to be spent after this.

Finally he lets her go, but she brings him right back, whispering to him once more in the darkness of his room - Good job, Naruto. You did great, that felt great. She rubs circles on his back as it rises and falls, as he finally, finally kisses her. They both laugh at the faux pas - they had just fucked without even kissing yet. And as they sit there, intertwined, bathing in the afterglow of their shared experience, she looks him right in his big, blue eyes.

I love you, she says.

They hold each other the rest of the night. And if he cries, well, his secret is safe with her.