Disclaimer: Not mine – Kishimoto Masashi's. I wish I gained something from writing this, but I don't.

A/N: After forever, the smutty extra has finally been released!

It's my first smut ever. Be gentle. Smut is hard to write, albeit exciting. I won't be writing such long sex scenes anytime soon, of that you guys can be sure.

I'm embarrassed. I wrote smut, OMFG.

So, I had this as a sort-of-one-shot, but then decided to erase it and post it as a chapter here, right after the Epilogue.

It's Un-beta'd, but it's been edited, hopefully it's better now.

It's their first time together, so it can be placed somewhere in the middle of the Epilogue.

To those of you who haven't read it yet, have a nice reading, and don't forget to let me know what you think!

To those who did, I remind you that the Prologue for "A Distance There Is" - "The Longest Line" Sequel - has already been released, so go read it and make sure you comment and add it to your alert list if you want to know how this story finishes.

Spice

It's not like I'm already making myself at home or anything. I'm quite aware that it's only been a few days since we officially started going out. It's just that if I'm going to be spending some time at Sasuke's place from now on, I might as well get rid of the ghosts from his past. So to speak, because fortunately, Neji is still alive and well. I just don't want to be confronted with his stuff while I'm lurking around.

Sasuke is watching me as I walk back and forth within the house with a medium sized card box under my arm. He silently follows me wherever I go with his hands inside his pockets and I'm not sure if he's doing it out of annoyance or amusement – I haven't looked at his face yet so as to not disrupt my concentration.

There are already a lot of things inside the box I carry – more than I had predicted at least – and now I'm rummaging through Sasuke's wardrobe in his bedroom to remove all the extra clothes there that I know don't belong to either of us, and recklessly throw them into the box. Once finished, I effectively move on to the chest of drawers and do the same.

"I assume you're having a blast." Sasuke says finally, and his tone is firm but not reproachful, which leads me to think that he is, in fact, pretty much amused.

"Well, someone has to do it," I reply. My nose twitches as I pick up a few t-shirts that scream 'Neji!' just by glancing at them.

"How the hell do you know all that stuff is Neji's, anyway?" Sasuke is now leaning against the door frame. "We have a pretty similar fashion sense."

"Yeah, but I kind of get a weird, pompous vibe out of his things," I say, looking at him briefly and grinning a little. "Besides, he's taller than you."

"Not by much," He defends, smiling slightly back. "You could've waited for Neji to come and take his things, though."

"He's still mad at you, who knows when that'll happen," I mutter, putting the last piece of clothing in the box and closing the drawer. "I really don't want to see his things anywhere near yours for a long while if I can help it."

"Right, Mr. Jealous," He jokes, rolling his eyes at me.

"I'm not jealous, just claiming my righteous place in your house." I defend.

"Of course you are. Are you done with that?"

I throw the box somewhere to the ground – it falls steadily with a loud 'thump'. When I turn to look at him, I'm smiling openly and he shakes his head from side to side in a way that I know he's silently calling me an idiot.

"Just go and take a shower already; you stink," He says dryly, straightening and turning his back on me. "I'll get dinner started."

He walks off to the kitchen and out of my field of vision. I raise my left arm to sniff under my armpit. Yep, it really stinks, but I'm somehow too happy that he didn't scold me for touching Neji's things without permission to take offense anyway.

"Can I borrow something to wear?" I ask, fumbling with my black sweater from the Jounin uniform and taking it off, throwing it to the side so that it lands on the king-sized bed.

"Sure," Sasuke's voice in the kitchen is calm, accompanied by the loud noise of cabinet doors being slammed shut, but I know he's going to say something to piss me off next. "Why don't you borrow something from Neji since you're so familiar with his belongings?"

I know he's just being sarcastic, but I still can't help to yell a fake with irritation "Fuck you bastard!"

000

I return to the kitchen, all washed up and dressed in a pair of black pajama pants and a dark red t-shirt, feet bare. Sasuke is by the counter, his back to me and already there are a lot of small bowls filled with various ingredients neatly settled next to him. The sound of something being chopped fills the air next to the distinctive smell of tobacco smoke.

It's not like I dislike the fact that he smokes – I've long since accepted that that shit is a part of him he won't easily let go. I actually like the smell and like watching him smoke since he looks damn sexy while doing it. He knows it's bad for him, but It's not like I need to tell him that and it would be hypocritical of me to say something like 'it'll kill you' considering his profession.

I walk over to him until I'm behind him and wrap my arms around his waist with practiced ease, marveling in the fact that he remains relaxed as though he was already expecting it.

"What're you cooking?" I ask, resting my chin over his right shoulder and watching his hands work effectively on slicing an onion over a small, wooden board.

"I'm just making a salad." He mumbles in a weird way, and I realize he's holding the cigarette on his lips.

"Aw, no Ramen?" I can't hide the slight disappointment having been expecting that he would at least cook something with noodles just to please me. But Sasuke is Sasuke, and he does whatever he wants.

"No fucking Ramen today." He agrees simply, nodding once.

"You're an evil, evil man."

"I know."

My hands move slowly over the fabric of his white t-shit, feeling the stiff muscles of his abdomen. Every day I wonder how it is possible to feel so good to be able to touch him freely like this, without fear of rejection, without guilt. I also wonder why I like to touch him so much when his body is so hard and so different from the round, soft and plump curves of Hinata's body.

Sasuke is rough, and strong, and I'm not afraid that I might break him. I'm not afraid of anything at all with him. Maybe that's why his body looks and feels so amazing to me, and nothing seems strange.

He makes a gentle sound with the back of his throat and leans his back against my chest, making me smile and kiss the curve of his neck.

My eyes look at the counter and I see the many ingredients that are in the bowls – tomatoes, carrots, boiled eggs, a few slices of ham and a larger bowl with fresh looking lettuce. Beside this there is a smaller one with something white and apparently liquid.

"What's that?" I ask him, while pointing at the bowl.

"Yogurt sauce," He replies, shrugging a little. "It's to put on the salad. Just something I heard Ino talking about once."

"Can I try it?"

"As long as you don't make a mess."

I fight the temptation of trying to drag him along with me to where the sauce is – the damn thing just has to be out of reach – and end up letting him go. From the corner of my eye I see him taking the cigarette from his mouth and smashing into the ashtray on his left.

The grin of satisfaction that assaults my face as I dive my index finger into the sauce goes unnoticed by him, who is now washing his hands with vigor on the sink. I stuck the finger in my mouth and this makes him look sideways at me.

The yogurt is bitter, but whatever seasoning Sasuke has added to it gave it just the right texture and salty flavor. I make an appreciation sound with the back of my throat.

"This is so good," I say, licking the finger clean before sticking it inside the sauce once more and repeating my previous actions. I do it again. And then, again.

And all the while, Sasuke has turned to face me and is now staring seriously with one hand in his hip and the other over the edge of the counter.

"Would you stop tarnishing my sauce with your finger?" He sounds exasperated, and even though he's frowning I smile mischievously at his words.

"That sounded so dirty." I reply, now licking my lips from the salty taste in them and noticing how his eyes stop looking into mine to watch the action.

"It is dirty since your slobber is all over it now," Sasuke sighs, but his features relax and he smirks a little. "At least give me some as well."

I immediately pick up the little bowl and offer it to him. When he just stares at me with an eyebrow raised, I raise both of mine in questioning and he rolls his eyes, his mood lightening up.

"I can't believe how oblivious you are…" He replies with a slight chuckle.

It takes a while for me to fully acknowledge what he's saying, but the way the corner of his lip quirks upwards rather predatorily totally turns the lights on inside my head.

Oh.

He's totally coming on to me, and that is something I'm still not that used to yet. It doesn't mean I don't love it anyway. The Kami forbid that the day comes when I won't feel fascinated by anything remotely affectionate coming from him.

"Oh!" The exclamation comes out as excited as the feeling itself in me at his words, so I stick the finger – not the one I had previously been licking on, but the one from the opposite hand – into the sauce and set the bowl down once more on the counter before shoving said finger in front of his face.

Sasuke is smiling as he eyes it bemusedly. He takes a small step closer until my finger is a few millimeters from his lips, and then the gray of his eyes looks straight into mine as his pink tongue darts out gently to lick its tip. My facial muscles relax slowly at this, my own smile fading away almost instantly at the feel and sight of it.

Sasuke swallows slowly, eyes with unwavering resolution. Then his hand reaches out, fingers wrapping themselves around my wrist firmly before he parts his lips and takes half of my finger into his mouth.

It suddenly becomes hard to breathe as my heart starts beating a little faster. His tongue is soft and moist, and a little playful, swirling and licking around my finger, and I can't take my eyes off of him, and he knows, just knows he's having an effect on me. His administrations send a prickling feeling to my hand, up my arm, and a shiver down my spine.

He knew it from the very start that everything he does pulls me in. He knows now that he's making me hard in my pants. He knows I know, but then again, his body language has always been straightforward in these things.

His thumb rubs the inside of my wrist. He bites my finger harder than necessary before tugging my hand away and removing it from his mouth.

There is another kind of smile gracing is pretty lips now that makes my face feel warm even though I'm not embarrassed.

"You're such a tease," I mutter, offering a weak smile.

I take a deep breath when he comes closer and wraps his arms around my waist.

In moments like these, I am really thankful that we're the same height, otherwise I wouldn't be able to feel his heart, beating strongly against mine, or his breathing so wonderfully close to my lips.

"I'm no such thing," Sasuke whispers, all traces of smiles and amusement gone from his features. "I think my message is actually pretty clear."

And it is. Especially when he closes the already short distance between us - his lips meet mine in the softest of gestures, his mouth soft, moving ever so slightly in teasing for a while and I sigh in contempt as my heart beats a little faster. As his tongue lashes out seductively to find mine, I move my arms to encircle his neck and bring him closer because all I want right now is to keep his body glued to mine and listen to the unique noises we make as we kiss, one gentle move now, a more passionate one a few seconds later.

There is the taste of salt and yoghurt, and the spiciness of the tobacco mingling between us, and I think it's delicious. It's him. It's us.

Sasuke's expert and curious fingers are suddenly messing with the hem of my t-shirt for a few seconds, as if pondering what to do next, but I know he's just being playful, trying to tease me into expectancy. I giggle against his lips. His teeth try to bite me but I break away from him, still amused, and he flashes one of his most seductive smirks at me. I doubt that he knows he's being sexy at all, he just acts and reacts and that's all he has to do to make turn into a puddle of goo.

His hands travel to the inside of my t-shirt to touch my skin, the tips of his fingers running teasingly upwards to my shoulder blades, making me shiver. He then uses his nails to scratch the path back down my back gently, and I can't help but to moan a little, my head automatically falling to the side at the feel of it, eyes closing. Without wasting any time, he attacks my exposed neck with enthusiasm, his lips nipping the curve all the way up to my jawline and then his teeth, nibbling possessively on my ear.

Sasuke's breath is a little raged but I like the sound of it, just like I like the gentle brush of his bangs in my cheek and the way he smells. He smells so nice I just want to inhale him whole. I love the fresh feel of the saliva tracks he leaves on me.

I quickly turn my head to the side so that we can kiss once more as I close both my fists in the abnormal softness of his hair and press myself even harder against him, which causes him to stumble backwards a little and hit something - the table, I assume.

I can't help but to think how convenient that is because it gives me some advantage, and I waste no time in placing my right leg between his - consequentially placing one of his between mine as well - rubbing our bodies together in the most pleasant of ways.

"Damn it, you idiot..." Sasuke gasps at the contact but his voice comes out like a strangled hiss. He sounds a little taken aback and annoyed, but is the first to move his hips to eagerly rock his hips to run against my thigh and I realize he's anxious and frustrated.

Feeling his obvious erection makes my body feel like it's on fire. Flashing hundreds of signals to me, his message is, once again, pretty clear. "Sasuke..." I moan, placing small but firm kisses on the corner of his mouth. "I'm...so fucking turned on right now."

It's actually funny that I feel at ease and don't feel scared, or embarrassed. We've done a few things since we started dating and this is just the beginning of something else. I don't really care that this is unknown territory; I just follow my instincts and obey to my body's wishes because that is what I want to do. I've wanted Sasuke since the whole mess started and he knows it. He knows how I feel, and how he feels and brought us to where we are today. So why hide it now of all times? Why run or stop or hesitate? It would make no sense, not when his narrowed eyes are begging for me and his hands are pulling my t-shirt up. I don't really have to think about any of this, I just lift my arms obediently to allow him to remove the offending piece of clothing and throw it away.

The most important part of me has already been offered to him willingly, and compared to that, this is just an extra when I am literally willing to give everything I have and take everything I can from him, because that is what we both want.

Sasuke's dark eyes seriously scrutinize my body for a while, like a perverted Doctor would do, before his hands come into contact with my naked shoulders. They don't tremble at all but move over my skin with surprising gentleness as they steadily caress them. His hands travel lower, to my chest, agile fingers brushing ever so slightly over my sensible nipples and then going lower once more, to feel my abdomen, and all the while I let him because I want to feel his touch and because watching his face contorted in yearning is something that should definitely be contemplated. I'm kind of proud that he obviously likes what he's seeing.

Maybe I'm the one who is a little perverted? Or maybe we both are.

The way his lips are a little parted makes me wonder if he's somehow fascinated by all of this. I sure am – have always been – absolutely entranced by everything we ever did together.

From our previous interludes, I'd say it's pretty obvious that we're both holding back at this particular moment. Sasuke is a fierce, aggressive type of person and if I were to be faithful to my body's needs – and his, as well –, I would probably just tear his clothes off and fuck him dry until he couldn't stand up straight. As it is, this is my first time with a guy, with him, and somehow I want to savor it, make it last, at least this once. I'm not nervous, nor do I care for perfection, I just don't want it to go terribly wrong.

Sasuke's hands move to the hem of my pants but I grab his wrists then, and he lifts his head up to look at me and I can't read his expression at all. He looks dazed and beautiful, his usually pale features painted in a very soft pink color.

"I can't be the only one getting naked." I say, smiling a little, earning a small smile in return.

I step away only a little bit to see him remove his own t-shirt, soon exposing a smooth chest and pale, well defined abs, and even though this isn't the first time I'm seeing this at all, I can't help but lick my upper lip in awe.

The seal the priestess placed upon him is showing, not the usual vivid black like when we spar, but a gentle grey, as if it's faded.

I contemplate it vaguely as he lets the fabric fall at our feet, but waste no time in reaching out for him, at once pressing my lips to his collar bone, trailing hungry kisses all over his chest.

He leans backwards slightly when my teeth nibble none too gently on his left nipple. I'm aware of one of his hands being placed upon the table behind him for support as another grabs the top of my head.

When his fingers close around my hair, he moans – a soft, appreciative sound that makes my head spin – but I only move lower, getting on my knees without hesitation.

My hands work quickly as I languidly lick his bellybutton, relishing in the clean taste of him – the seal area is slightly warmer than the rest of his skin – the tips of my fingers going inside the hem of both his boxers and his sweat pants, effectively pushing them down a bit to reveal his very erect cock.

With my heart in hammering in my ears and my chest constricting with lust, I contemplate the organ for a few seconds, conscious of Sasuke's attentive eyes on me. He is now petting my head gently, as if trying to silently reassure me that he's fine with whatever I want to do.

I'm not scared of his cock. Hell, why should I be when I have one of my own? It's not like I don't know what to do with it, it's not like it's ugly or repulsive. I've touched if before, too.

It's just that I feel suddenly overwhelmed by all of this. After all we've gone through, here we are and I'm not scared because I want every bit of it, and I…

"I won't get mad if you don't want to do it." Sasuke's voice is so soft he could've been talking to a child. "I know this is all very new to you, so…"

Heh. As if I wouldn't want to do it.

"Don't ruin the mood, bastard," I chuckle, glancing upwards just to show him my determination. "I'm more into this than you probably are."

His eyebrow quirks up seductively.

"Somehow I highly doubt that."

"Well, I'm not a pussy."

"That you certainly are not."

I let out a small chuckle before focusing of what's in front of me.

When I grab for his cock he pets me a few more times and I let him before I start moving my hand in slow, careful strokes that make him purr. I have to admit I'm a little worked up with impatience, and yet I watch my hand move and the way the pink head appears once in a while when the skin is pulled back. Sasuke hums once in a while, patiently indulging me. Soon, a few transparent drops start leaking out, slowly, from the tiny slit and I take the chance to lick it clean with the tip of my tongue. It's salty and a little slimy but not all that unpleasant.

Sasuke jerks softly at the unexpected contact and I give his cock a few other tentative licks to get used to the taste. I then engulf it with my mouth and suck.

It's not an easy thing, having a penis inside your mouth and trying to do something with it. Sasuke's size is not all that humble and it's hard to just keep my mouth open, trying not to let my teeth scrap anything important and still managing, somehow, to swirl my tongue around the head that just seems to swell with every second that goes by. It's a little uncomfortable, but I don't really mind it all that much since I intend to get used to as soon as I can.

Sasuke lets out a shaky breath and an appreciative sigh that makes my own cock twitch slightly – listening to his voice like that is just….

So I suck a little harder – one of my hands cupping his ball sack to squeeze it gently as the other grabs a firm hold on one of his ass cheeks – and make an effort to take him deeper, making sure my tongue slides over his length in the process before pulling out a bit and repeating it a few more times.

Sasuke's breath becomes even more raged at that, his fingers gripping my hair strongly. His hips move almost imperceptibly like he's keeping himself from fucking my mouth. The thought makes me smile and I actually let out a small chuckle around his cock that makes him hiss – I assume it's the vibration feel to it.

The next thing I know, my hair is being tugged backwards rudely and I am forced to let his cock slip from my mouth with a loud, rather wet popping noise.

My eyes look upwards to meet Sasuke's dark grey ones to see them predatorily narrowed.

He looks mad. No, not mad, hungry. Eager. Impatient.

So fucking sexy.

I feel strained, trapped by those eyes, my own breathing coming out in harsh, painful huffs. I want to make him feel good but I want him to do something, too. I want him all over me; I want him so much I feel like I'll die if I don't have him right now.

"That's enough of that, Naruto." He murmurs voice a little raspy and intense, silky bangs framing his face. "Get up."

And I do so, anxiously and obediently, so we can face each other once more.

For a fraction of second we stare at each other, breaths mingling between us, bare chests touching; the tip of his furious erection brushing over my abdomen.

And then, all hell breaks loose and all my previous ideas of taking our time are promptly pushed aside because his lips slam into mine, brusquely and painfully, teeth clanking with the force of it.

My mind becomes clouded as we kiss sloppily, his hands work quickly yet efficiently to pull my pants and boxers down with one hand – and I assume he is using the other one to remove his own the rest of the way down. We stumble a bit to step out of our remaining clothes and kick them away before colliding against each other once more with urgency.

My arms go around his neck to hold him close, but his right hand is already working its way to both our erections, holding them both in his palm and pumping them at a fast, yet confident pace. They're both warm and so fucking hard I feel like I'm about to cum.

The sudden pleasurable sensation leads me to let out an incoherent whine and bury my face on the curve of his neck, licking at it, and biting and just pulling him close because it all feels too good.

I move my head and we kiss again, longingly, intensely, my hips automatically thrusting on his hand to feel more, to be more in contact and more aware of the amazing frictions of our cocks rubbing together, pre-cum leaking out from both of them and coating them with the blissful slime.

I'm so shameless when I'm with him, but I don't care. I just care about now and how I wish we could just do this forever.

Sasuke says something against my mouth I don't understand, but then proceeds to grunt his own contentment with the most erotic noises I have ever heard.

After what feels like hours of dry humping and making out – but then again, it didn't feel like long enough, so it probably only lasted a few seconds – our skins begin feeling stickier and slippery against each other and the pleasure of it all pools inside my stomach, filling me with the urgent need for more, my whole being shaking wantonly.

Sasuke's hand stills and my hips do, too, but he leans backwards responsively when my head dives lower to bite at his left nipple first, and then moving to right, sucking on it unforgivingly.

He shivers violently and releases a loud groan with the back of his throat.

Panic runs through me. Is he coming already?

So I look down at our cocks still in his hand, but no, he isn't coming. I let out a relieved sigh.

He's just…

I look at him and his eyes are huge, desperate and his hand moves to grip my naked shoulder. He's breathing heavily and eyeing me with need and something akin to reproach.

I wonder how he managed to hold out for so long. Knowing him the way I do he isn't patient during sex at all.

Honestly, neither am I. I guess we just wanted to turn this into something sweet and romantic but…

I know we are both close. I know Sasuke wants to make this last, wants me to adapt to this situation since it's my first time like this, but I also know he's getting impatient and frustrated, and so am I.

Screw romance, I say. It's not like either of us is a virgin anyways. I mean, we're both guys.

"Can we just…fuck already?" I ask, voice trembling with need and hesitation, since I don't want to ruin this or make him mad.

"Yes, please…" He huffs, sounding relieved and exasperated, but still adding a "If you think you're ready, I mean…"

But I'm sure he knows I don't need to answer that. I'm no chicken; I just want him, no matter how.

The feeling is raw and passionate and eager and that's all I need – all I ever needed, in fact.

I slap his hand away from our cocks and his eyes become even more feral. I totally get why Neji – or anybody – would want to fuck him, or be fucked by him.

But he's mine now, and no one else's. Just thinking about it makes my chest swell with other many different, amazing feelings.

"Condoms and lube are in the drawer behind you." He blurts out, and I raise my eyebrows at him inquiringly.

"I don't want to know, do I?" I ask, and he smirks deviously.

"I just like to keep things at hands' reach," He says, leaning in to whisper seductively, lips brushing over mine lightly. "Now, are you fucking me or what?"

Oh, so that's how it's going to be, then? That's more than fine with me; even if I had mentally prepared myself to bottom, I don't mind topping at all.

I don't need to be told twice. I turn around and immediately open the drawer to rummage through it and end up finding the items hidden under the neatly folded kitchen cloths – a blue bottle of lube and a normal box of condoms.

I picked them up, use my ass to close the drawer and Sasuke promptly snatches the box from my hands and helps himself to one of the small packages inside. Fascinated, I watch him throw the box to the counter behind me, rip the tip of one of the tiny packages with his teeth and take out the condom. He throws the empty recipient away somewhere as well, and efficiently makes the light rubber roll over my erection, giving the tip a slight tug.

I press my lips to his one last time before breaking apart and grabbing his arms to turn him around so that he is facing the table, both hands over the surface, supporting his weight. I watch his back for a while, rubbing my palm possessively up and down his spine, relishing in the way it arches to meet my touch.

I open the bottle of lube at the same time that I kick his left foot slightly in a clear warning for him to spread his legs further apart, which he does without complaining. I pour some of the lube on my fingers and set the bottle on the table.

I know what I have to do. Even though he's male, I'm sure he needs as much preparation as a girl does, probably more.

My clean hand pushes one of his buttocks to the side to reveal his entrance.

His hole is rather pretty, all pink and so small I wonder how the fuck my dick is going to fit in there.

I must be staring at it like an idiot because Sasuke huffs impatiently.

"It'll fit, moron," He groans as if reading my thoughts, looking over his shoulder. "It's not the first time I'm doing this."

"You don't have to remind me, okay?" I reply, my cheeks burning up with the first flicker of embarrassment and annoyance. "Don't ruin the mood."

He rolls his eyes at me but proceeds to turn his head away.

Fine; if he says it'll fit, I'll just take his word for it. It's not like he needed to remind me that someone else has been in there before me, thank you very much.

I pucker up my lips in irritation and unceremoniously stick the tip of my index finger inside him, causing him to shiver in surprise. It's tight and rugged, as expected, but it doesn't stop me from shoving the rest of it all the way in until it can go no further.

Sasuke moans loudly when I slowly start thrusting my finger in and out of him and it doesn't take long for the tight cavern to loosen up a little.

I remove the first finger completely and then enter him once more with two. He shivers, hisses and mutters a series of curses, but since he isn't trying to punch me or yelling, I take that as a positive reply. He sounds in pain, gasping and twitching like this. I think I might've cum already if wasn't this focused on my goal.

I take my time fucking him with my fingers, twisting them inside him, testing his good spots, loving the way his muscles relax more and more with each thrust and his body shakes with mirth. I lean down to lick him between his shoulder blades and he moans almost pleadingly. He tastes salty form the sweat forming on his skin and my cock twitches painfully in a desperate need for attention, so I shove a third finger inside of him and hold him close from behind, palm flat running over his chest and downwards, until my fingers are brushing over his pubic hair.

His heart is beating frantically, like mine. He's all loose now, just for me. I can't take it much longer; I just want to be inside him and just…

"Fuck…" He gasps, as I remove my fingers from him and grab the bottle to pour some of it over my erection, carefully coating it with the crystalline fluid. "Naruto, I…"

His voice makes my tendons shake and my hands tremble.

"I know; I'm on it." I mutter, swallowing hard, moving a little away from him. I set the bottle down on the table once more, but it falls to the side and rolls over until it falls from the edge of the table and hits the ground.

Fuck it; I don't think I'll need it anymore, anyway.

I position my cock over his entrance, one hand on the base to keep the condom in place, the other holding his hips in place. The tip nudges its way in, causing Sasuke to form a pained, strangled sort of encouragement but I just watch, fascinated, as I bury myself slowly inside.

I thought he was loose enough, but he's still very tight and I am so not prepared for the feeling of it at all.

It's too much. I don't know if I can hold on much longer.

I want to delay it; I can't cum just now so I breathe in and out a few times before pressing forwards a bit more, one inch at the time.

The heat engulfs me like a powerful, evil force, so good that I just want to ram my way inside as hard as I can.

But I can't be like that; I can't do that to him. I like him, he's everything to me. I can't be like that on our first time, I have to…

Sasuke's shaky hand stretches out behind him and grabs the back of my thigh firmly, pulling me to him.

"What the hell are you afraid of?" He whispers, once more looking over his shoulder. He doesn't sound mad. Actually, he is speaking in a surprisingly gentle manner for someone who is all sweaty and panting and, fuck, he looks so needy… "I'm not a fucking girl so just…do it, already!"

My teeth bite into my lower lip.

"But I…"

"Naruto…" He sounds patient now, almost sweet and yet, I know that I should take that as a threat. "You either fuck me, right now, and do it like you mean it, or I will fuck you and things might not go as smoothly. Understood?"

I am overwhelmed by the urge to tell him I love him, and from the simultaneous need to tell him to go die somewhere and not boss me around.

His eyes are challenging. I purse my lips together and frown.

"Fine." I say, and just like when I was getting him ready, I thrust my dick inside him forcefully until I'm all the way in, and then pull out.

Shit, it feels great.

He grunts so loudly I feel a shiver run down my spine. I ignore that – since he was the one who asked for it – pull out again and then thrust in once more with firmness.

Sasuke moans and I see his hands closing into fists over the surface of the table, head tilted down.

I thrust again once, twice and he becomes vocal.

Oh, how vocal he becomes.

He likes it rough, huh. This is new to me – I've never had rough sex before, but it's a huge turn on.

Huge. I've always wanted to try it, so the fact that I'm trying it with him is…

I let out a muffled groan as my mind becomes hazy with lust. I thrust, roughly and leisurely as my hips meet his buttocks over and over again, the constant hard clash of skin on skin making loud, slapping noises that fill the air next to our ragged breathings. I do it slowly, going deep, and then move faster, just for effect.

It feels so fucking good inside of him. I want to tell him that, but my throat has become constricted with pleasure.

The nails of both of my hands run over his back, starting over his shoulders and ceasing at the end of his spine, leaving angry red marks all over his ivory skin, coating it with the remnants of lube that my fingers still had.

"Fuck…" He blurts out, straightening up so that his back collides against my chest. "Ah, fuck…right there…"

I'm not sure what he's talking about, but I guess it has something to do with something inside him, some spot I just hit. My fingers reach out to close around his hair and I tug at it, forcing his head to tilt backwards until the nape is resting over my shouldr at the same time that I slam my cock harder inside of him, which causes him to gasp.

"You mean here?" I tease, breathlessly, my other hand moving down to grab hold of his erection. It's fucking leaking so much it's all slippery, but I give it a few awkward jerks all the same because something tells me he will like it, but it's unexpectedly hard to keep fucking him the way he wants and masturbate him at the same time.

He doesn't answer, but I don't need him to. I just want him moaning, and panting, and thinking about me only.

I bite his neck so hard he yelps indignantly.

"Fucking hell, Naruto!" He screeches, purposefully hitting my forehead with the back of his head, and even though he wants to hurt me back, I still don't feel the pain. "At least warn me if you're doing something like that! Oh, shit…do it more…do it harder…Naruto…faster…"

His silly babbling is confusing and I don't know what he's talking about, where he wants me to do what anymore and yet, I become even more riled up. A trickle of sweat slips from my temple and slides all the way down to my chin.

I feel close to my orgasm, and by the gentle throbbing of his cock I know he's close, too.

I want to cum so badly.

But I want to see his face when he comes.

I slip out of him rather suddenly and don't give him time for any kind of protest because I'm turning him around to face me before he can do anything else, picking him up easily and sitting him on the table. The poor thing is small and weak, but it'll have to do for now.

Sasuke's lust filled eyes gaze at me and he smirks knowingly when I place my palm flat over his chest to push him down so that he is lying over the unstable surface, legs spreading open for me invitingly so I can settle between them. I pull them up a bit, so I can see his hole once more, and waste no time in entering him again with full force, watching in awe as he closes his eyes and chews on his lower lip.

His legs come around my waist possessively to make me move and I do, but this time it's rougher, harder than before and the table sways with each of my violent thrusts.

Sasuke swears loudly, face contorted in pleasure and pain; looking too hot, too gorgeous and ravished as his hands reach out to rake over my chest and sides.

The exhilarating feeling of upcoming climax falls over me like hot, heavy rain. My vision becomes blurry and my chest constricts painfully with joy, ecstasy, longing, and so many other feelings for this - for him - that I don't know where one ends and the other begins.

I take hold of Sasuke's wet cock again and pump it quickly in time with my erratic thrusts as he pants heavily, helplessly as if he doesn't know how to breathe properly. His arms stretch out and I lean forward to him so that they can go around my neck, and our mouths come into contact, open, wet and clumsy, but I don't care because when our tongues mingle I become lost.

He comes first, heaving a grave, indecent sigh that echoes through my brain and makes me go blind, muscles clenching around my cock and milking the life out of me. I feel his seed splashing all over my hand and both of our chests when my own orgasm hits me with full force, and all I can do is ride it as if my life depends on it, roughly, as fast as I can, moaning my own absurdities into his gasping mouth until there's nothing left.

When it's over, my head feels a bit fuzzy and I fall limply over him, ignoring the stickiness between us, my head resting on his shoulder.

We lay here for a while, hearts ramming against each other, trying to calm our heavy breathings.

Sasuke's legs are still around my waist but they don't press me closer with the same intensity as before.

I lift my head to look at him and he smiles at me, tiredly but contently. If he feels even the same amount of joy I do, he is very satisfied indeed.

"Hey there." He says softly, brushing a lock of fringe away from my sweaty forehead.

"Hey…" I reply, smiling back at him but more widely. "Are you okay?"

"I'm more than okay, but thanks for the concern." Sasuke mutters, sarcastically. "Now please, get off, you're really heavy."

"Ah, you're mean after sex, after all." I pout falsely and press my lips to his chastely before getting up, breaking contact with him. More carefully this time, I slip out of him and move away so he can sit on the table with lazy slowness and then get up.

He stretches his arms over his head as if just waking up from a long night's sleep and I bring my hand to my softening penis to remove the condom to realize something is wrong.

I look down.

"Ah…" I mutter, surprised, looking at the mess down there. "I…guess I tore it."

Sasuke looks down at my cock as well and his eyebrows shoot upwards in disbelief.

"How the fuck did you do that?" He asks, bewildered.

"I don't know. It never happened before…" I muse, frowning. "Maybe I was too rough?"

"Condoms aren't supposed to tear so easily, dummy, no matter how rough you are." He says, rolling his eyes.

"It's a good thing you're not a girl, then," I tease, forgetting what I was supposed to do grabbing his hand with the one that wasn't full of semen and pulling him to me to hug his waist. "It's not like I'll get you pregnant, right?"

He snorts but grins a bit, caressing my arms lightly.

"You say the stupidest things," He whispers. "It's not like I mind, anyway, I know we're both clean…unlike those hands of yours."

"What? There's already sperm all over you, anyway." I reply, sheepishly, pressing my dirty hand to his lower back on purpose. "Too bad it's not my sperm, though."

"Speaking of which…" He says, planting gentle kisses over my cheek. "I hope you don't assume I'm a bottom just because I let you top."

I smiled as his lips pressed against my jawline.

"Of course not," I dismiss, grabbing his ass cheeks now, leaving yet another trail of the white fluid over his skin. "After this, I don't care who does what as long as we're doing it."

"I hope you know what you're getting yourself into, Naruto," He says, kissing my mouth. "Because I'll make sure to let you know that I'm a great top, too."

"Hum, is that so? You'll make me hard again, talking like that," I say, chuckling softly. "And, is it just me or did you just say I'm a great top? You liked it that much?"

"Don't get cocky, idiot."

I nod my head in understanding and prefer to leave it at that. If Sasuke is a top, too, I'll just have to get used to it, because I sure as hell am not going to ruin this thing we have by being picky. I loved toping him, and that's all I know, but if he can make me like something else, than that's fine. I wouldn't do it for anyone else. I won't. Not after the shit we've gone through to be where we are today.

Ah, I just had sex with Sasuke. I'm so happy right now.

"I can't believe we just did it," I sigh, dreamily, touching my forehead to his. "It felt so good, too. I had never felt like that before during sex."

Sasuke eyes me affectionately and ruffles my hair.

"I'm sure we'll get the chance to do it many times more." He mumbles, almost sweetly kissing my forehead, and I glance at him, feeling my lips twitching upwards in a large beam.

"I sure as hell hope so!" I exclaim, happily. "It took me forever to have you; you have about a thousand years of debts to make up to me."

"We'll see about that." He says, condescendingly, but deep down, I'm sure, he's wishing the same thing.