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Sasuke liked his girlfriend's friends. He had thought his own friends were a messy bunch, but they weren't nearly as wild as the people he'd just met. Naruto, Suigetsu, and Karin were merely dumb and immature, but Sakura's friends? These were people who would set cars on fire just for kicks. He could see it in their eyes, traces of rebelliousness from their youth. They only mildly triggered his fight or flight response.
In the aftermath of last night's little get-together, he was surrounded by quiet conversations, hushed tones, and tired droning, made better by the smell of bacon and the sound of oil sizzling as Chouji cooked breakfast. Next to him, Ino was toasting an entire pack of bread and Sakura made coffee. Across the table from Sasuke, Shikamaru lit a cigarette.
"Why are you smoking in here?" Sakura chastised, crinkling her nose in disgust.
Like it's the most natural thing in the world, she plopped down onto Sasuke's lap despite there being an open seat right next to him, cradling a steaming mug of coffee in her hands, and he couldn't help but think that there was no way his father would approve of any of this.
"It's my house," he muttered, smirking around the cigarette between his lips.
Just then, Temari finally joined them, still groggy and with her eyes barely open as she took a seat next to her boyfriend. One look at him and she was suddenly awake, eyes narrowed. "Why are you smoking in here?"
Sakura snickered and Sasuke hid his smile in her pink hair when Shikamaru visibly flinched, pouting as he tossed the stick into his empty mug.
He was starting to see Sakura in a new light, as well. Gone were his thoughts of a heartbroken high school girl quietly longing for his older brother, waiting for the summer and his return like a wife waiting for her husband to come home from the war. No, in Itachi's absence, Sakura was living, making the best of her teenage years. Gone, too, were his thoughts of the perfect girl, the friendly neighborhood onee-chan all the little kids looked up to and whom parents wished their own children would take after. No, he could see it now. The light in her bright green eyes, the mischief that always lingered there. Like she was always looking for danger, always craving the sweet rush of adrenaline.
*＊✿❀ ❀✿＊*
The whole reason Sasuke had dragged Sakura all the way out to Suna was to have some time alone with her. To go out together without having to hide in the dimmest corner of the room or to walk hand-in-hand without constantly looking over their shoulders for prying eyes. But when Ino begged him to let her have her best friend for the rest of the day, he couldn't help but concede.
The weekend had started with a long drive from Konoha to Suna, then he'd gone on and spent hours cleaning up his family's abandoned summer house, played barista at the Harunos' shop, and hung out with Sakura's friends… being the introvert that he was, he needed some time to himself, some peace and quiet..
"I don't have to go," Sakura said as she walked him to his front door.
"Go," he insisted, grinning when she pouted, obviously feeling guilty at the idea of leaving him. He pulled her closer by the nape of her neck and pressed his lips to forehead. "I know you miss your friends," he murmured. "I'll be fine."
He leaned against the door and watched her go, chuckling when she kept on looking over her shoulder as she went. He didn't enter the house until her Jeep was out of sight and when he did, he found that it was colder in his home than it was outside. Cold, silent, and empty. It weighed on him especially since he came from Shikamaru's, where it was warm and loud and crowded.
The last time he was here, he was only a boy and he had been so happy, in the purest sense of the word. The last time he was here, his family had been complete. Fugaku would be in the back, tending to his garden, Mikoto would be seated at Madara's old piano by the bay window, and Itachi would be reading in his room. Now, he was alone in an empty house.
The air was still, the hardwood floors were cold, the call of the ocean and the cries of the seagulls were distant and hollow. Sasuke has never quite felt so alone. A small part of him regretted letting Sakura go, but a bigger part of him knew that this was something he had to do on his own, something she had no part of. So he went, wandering his neglected home like a ghost.
When they arrived, every surface of the house had been covered in dust and the whole place stank of moth balls, but now it faintly smelled like the Harunos' home. Like apples and the sweet summer, despite it being the middle of autumn. The scent gave him a bit of comfort as he reached Itachi's bedroom.
It was empty. But not because it's been cleared out and vacated after their parents' death, but because he'd always kept it bare even from before. There was a neatly-made bed, an empty closet, a single dresser, and absolutely no litter in sight. The only thing that indicated there was ever even a presence here was a book he'd left behind in the drawer of his bedside table.
Sasuke scoffed. It was just like Itachi to bring nothing but the bare necessities on a vacation. This space was immaculate, the complete opposite of what he'd found in his own room on the first night. There was actual soil at random spots on the floor, sand in his bed, a long-forgotten half-empty glass of water on the nightstand that's probably toxic by now, and wilted flower crowns under the bed.
He leaned against the doorframe to Itachi's room, somehow still feeling like he's intruding on his brother's privacy. His eyes unintentionally lingered on the empty bed. He remembered climbing into that bed with him in the middle of the night, little feet padding across the hall from his own room, dragging his blanket behind him, to snuggle with his older brother. Then suddenly, he remembered how Itachi and Sakura would sometimes shut him out and their mother would keep him occupied by asking him to help her prepare snacks.
Now, he wondered what the two of them talked about back then. He wondered if it had been in those small moments that Sakura fell in love with his brother. He wondered if they…
He immediately shook the thought out of his head and moved on to the next room, shutting the door behind him harder than he'd intended to.
At the end of the hall was the master's bedroom. His parents' bedroom. He hesitated for a moment before opening the door and took slow steps into the room. Unlike Itachi's, this was a room evidently lived in. A few of Mikoto's jewelry were still on the vanity, along with bottles of moisturizers and body lotions. In one of its drawers was a small box containing cufflinks, customized and expensive-looking; they were uchiwa fans, the ancient Uchiha family emblem. His brows furrowed as he inspected it further, still new and untouched. Then he realized that it was meant to be a gift for her husband.
He felt his throat tighten, then pocketed the box to give to Itachi when he got home.
He moved towards the closet, where several pieces of clothing were still hanging. He felt the soft material of a silken dress before burying his face in it. It still smelled faintly of his mother; a bit floral and a bit herbal like tea, something like a sweet perfume. Distantly, he tried to remember the last time he had been held by his mother−it had to be that day, right? The day of the accident…
Numbly, he pulled away and continued on in his exploration. The only room left was downstairs: Madara's study. In the summers, it was Fugaku's office and library. When he wasn't tending to his garden or relaxing with his wife on the engawa with frozen watermelon slices, he would be holed up in the study. But some afternoons, he would let his boys into the room, let them sprawl across the floor reading books. And some nights, when Itachi was small enough still, Fugaku would sit them down on his lap and tell them stories about their family history. About how their bloodline started from the very beginning of civilization; the Uchiha had been leaders, warriors, samurais, ninjas…
Sasuke remembered the stories fondly now, seated comfortably in his father's chair. The desk was neatly organized, with books and notebooks stacked on top of each other, small bottles of ink and expensive-looking pens, two family pictures at the corner. He began rummaging through the drawers and nearly choked when he pulled open the bottom one and found a half-empty bottle of whiskey and a box of condoms.
"Jesus Christ," he muttered under his breath when he checked the box and found that there were only three packets left. He winced, cringed, and practically jumped out of the seat shuddering.
He understood, of course. His parents were madly in love, even when they were considerably conservative in front of their children. However, as their son, he just could not afford to think of them as sexual beings
(fuck, they didn't do it on the desk, did they?!)
He tossed the box into the drawer and pulled his phone out from his back pocket. He couldn't be the only one suffering from the mental image, so he snapped a quick picture and sent it to Itachi. Just a photo, no text; no context needed. With one last shudder, he went out to the genkan, looking out into the backyard that stretched out to the shoreline.
('You were probably too young to remember but otou-san and okaa-san had a VERY active sex life' was Itachi's reply; Sasuke gagged.)
He was never one for meditation or yoga, but he was always one for silence and being comfortably alone. So he lowered himself onto the floor, crossed his legs and closed his eyes, and took deep breaths in time with the ocean's ebbing and flowing.
He had thought that being here would hurt, that he would see his mother and father all over the place and he would be overwhelmed with crippling emotion. But none of the hurt came, none of the grief. There was nothing, but it wasn't necessarily empty. He just felt lighter.
For five minutes, there was nothing but the breeze in his ear and the rolling and crashing of waves. Then there was a knock on the door that had him feeling like a dog excitedly wagging his tail at the thought of Sakura at his doorstep. And he visibly deflated when he opened it and found Shikamaru instead, holding up a grocery bag full of chips and soda bottles in greeting. "Yo. Heard you were all alone in your haunted mansion."
*＊✿❀ ❀✿＊*
The two of them spent the remainder of the afternoon back by the engawa with a shogi board between them. Sasuke sat with his legs crossed, glowering at the board, while Shikamaru sat comfortably, with his cheek pressed against his raised knee while his other leg dangled over the edge as he lifted his shogi piece and made his final move.
"You're not so bad," he drawled. He straightened his head and rolled his shoulders as the game came to a finish.
"You beat me twice in a row."
Shikamaru shrugged and motioned to the sky. Sasuke hadn't even realized how much time had passed until he saw the moon already there, when it had still been light out when they started their first game. "You put up a good fight," he said simply. Then he started picking up the empty bags of chips and bottles of soda to clean up, and Sasuke began putting away the board game.
"Did you really just come here to play shogi with me?" he asked after a while.
He gave another shrug. "Wanted to see if you were as good as the old man."
The old man? Fugaku? Seeing the confusion on his face, Shikamaru grinned mirthfully. "I used to come here when I was a kid," he explained. "My dad was a cop and some nights he would leave me here with his partner's brother. Madara was… kind of like a glorified babysitter. We would play shogi from hours on end−I only ever beat him twice."
Sasuke had never met either of his father's uncles, but he'd heard stories about Madara. He'd always imagined him to be great and intimidating, an imposing figure in the Uchiha family tree. So to hear this stoner refer to the revered man as a glorified babysitter, he choked on a laugh.
Shikamaru, he then learned, practically grew up around the two Uchihas. Izuna was his father's partner and mentor of sorts. Sasuke knew the story of the two brothers, of course. They were practically legends, especially in these parts of the country. They practically founded law enforcement in Suna.
Uchiha Izuna was a renowned detective and Uchiha Madara was a notorious prosecutor. They were the best damn duo the criminal justice system had ever seen.
"So, what're you going to university for, kid?" Shikamaru asked, shrugging on the coat he'd flung over an armchair in the living room upon his arrival. He reached into the pocket for a pack of cigarettes.
"Law," Sasuke answered automatically, like a learned response.
Shikamaru nodded slowly, looked him up and down, and frowned thoughtfully as he held an unlit stick between his lips. The older guy, who suddenly seemed wiser, grinned lopsidedly. "For someone who wants to get out of his shadow so bad, you sure like to follow in his footsteps."
It was a thought that remained in Sasuke's head long after Shikamaru left his home. The older man's words sat and simmered in his head.
Everything came back to Itachi. His career, his dream university, his girl−no, no, there was something wrong with that thought. Sakura wasn't his girl, she was nobody's girl. She was her own person. And Itachi had nothing to do with what he felt for her, these feelings weren't borne out of this one-sided competition. These feelings were his and his alone, and they were as real as anything could be.
Like a moth drawn to a flame, Sasuke caught sight of light coming from Sakura's bedroom window and immediately made his way over. He jumped from Itachi's bedroom window and onto a tree that stood between the two houses. He spent a couple of seconds at a loss then, crouching on a branch, when he found that her window was shut and she wasn't even in her room.
It was a good thing that it didn't take long for her bedroom door to open. But he nearly lost his balance on his perch when she entered, seemingly fresh out of the shower with a towel around her shoulders as she dried her hair. She wore a thin tank top and booty shorts. He swallowed thickly. Thinking better of his midnight visit, he made to go back into Itachi's room but Sakura had already caught sight of him.
"Sasuke-kun!" she hissed, sliding her window open. "What are you−get in here! You might fall!"
She backed away from the window to give him enough space to catapult himself into her room. He landed with a heavy thud that made them both wince since her parents are already asleep. Crossing her arms over her chest, she motioned for him to take a seat on her bed while she finished up her nightly routine on her vanity table. "I just got back," she said, keeping her voice at a low volume. "I was going to knock at your door but I thought maybe you were already asleep. How was your day?"
He shrugged and went on about his uneventful morning while she rubbed a cotton ball along her cheeks and then all over her face. Then he told her about Shikamaru's visit, leaving out the remark that hasn't stopped replaying in his head.
He had no idea what it was she was rubbing into her skin or why, but he couldn't help but watch her in the mirror, eyes trained on her face and how delicately she touched herself. "I don't know why you have to go through all that," Sasuke said when she opened a third bottle of whatever it was she kept wiping her face with.
She scoffed, dipping her fingers into what he could now see was some sort of cream. "Why not? Because I already look beautiful just the way I am?" She gave him a playful look through the mirror and rolled her eyes. "You're my boyfriend, Sasuke-kun. It's your job to tell me that. Doesn't mean I need to stop taking care of myself."
They've been together for quite some time now, but his heart still leapt in his chest whenever she referred to him as her boyfriend. And yet…
"What's wrong?" she asked, taking note of his sudden silence.
"Nothing."
"Sasuke-kun," she said sternly.
He pointedly avoided her green eyes when she tried to meet his gaze in the mirror. Sighing heavily, he mumbled. "I don't know why you're with me. You love Itachi, not me."
The silence that followed his admission was deafening. He looked up again to see Sakura finishing up her skincare routine; back straight, lips tight, eyes forward and focused. Mere seconds seemed to stretch into hours before she finished and went to sit on the edge of her bed next to him.
"I'm sorry," she started. "It's been confusing for me and I know it is for you, too."
He knew this. He went into this knowing full well that she wasn't completely over his brother, but he was okay with waiting. That didn't make hearing this hurt any less.
"The truth is I'm not entirely sure how I feel about you," she continued. "I like how I feel when I'm with you. I always want you around and I always want to be close to you. And I get these feelings in my chest and the pit of my stomach and even in my fingertips−I just… it drives me crazy−you drive me crazy! I've never felt this way before and it terrifies me… how much I want you…"
"And maybe that's enough to say that I love you, right?" Sakura's voice was thick with frustration by now, and he could see her eyes begin to well. Her lips trembled as she continued to speak and he reached for her hand and laced their fingers together, holding her tightly. "But there are things−things that I'm still unsure of. I've never been in a relationship where… Itachi isn't always in the back of my mind. I know that's not what you want to hear, but that's why I need to be sure. That when I say those words to you, I mean it."
She shifted in her seat and pulled his face into her hands, bringing his forehead to hers. This close, he could see the moisture on her lashes, could smell the soothing fragrance of her face cream and feel the coolness of her skin from her shower. "You're so important to me," she said softly.
He cupped her face, thumbs brushing away the tears that rolled from the corners of her eyes. "Don't cry, it's okay."
"No, it's not!" she whined.
Not sure of what else to say, he pressed his lips to her forehead instead. Her hands slid down to grip the front of his sweatshirt as he kissed her eyes, then her tear-stained cheeks, until his nose was skimming her nose and his mouth hovered over hers. She was trembling in his hold and the memory of the night of his first confession, which seemed so long ago now, wasn't lost on him.
But unlike last time, it was Sakura who closed the gap now. The kiss was soft and tender, their lips sliding over each other in light brushes. Until images of last night came flooding back to him−his hands all over her heated skin, their bodies flush against each other, his hard-on grinding into her hot core, and her, writhing beneath him, wanting and needy.
The next thing he knew, she was on her back and his hand was gliding along her thigh, feeling up the curve of her hip until he could feel her stomach tighten against his palm under her top. "I should go," he mumbled against her mouth.
"You should," she agreed, even as she continued kissing him and pulling at his hair. Breathing in deeply, she nipped and tugged on his lower lip before reluctantly pushing him away. She immediately pulled herself up to a sitting position, exhaling loudly as she pulled her knees up to her chest while Sasuke rolled onto his back and tried to ground himself.
"Go on, lover boy!" she slapped his knee lightly and shoved him off of her bed as soon as he sat up. More softly, she murmured, "Goodnight, Sasuke-kun…"
They had agreed to take things slow, but how slow is slow? Sasuke braced himself against either side of the window and willed himself to calm down, to think with the head on top of his shoulders. He lifted one foot onto the window sill and prepared to jump onto the nearby branch, his mind already made. He turned for one last look at Sakura and found her still seated at the edge of her bed, looking at anywhere else but him, cheeks flushed as she touched her fingertips to her lips. Instead of climbing out, he lowered his foot to the ground and slid the window shut.
She jumped to her feet, eyes wide in surprise, and just as she was about to ask what he was doing, he had already cupped the nape of her neck and crushed their mouths together. And despite her initial shock, he felt her melt against him and her mouth almost immediately molded against his; meeting him just as hungrily and just as frenzied as her hands gripped the front of his shirt and pulled him closer against her.
Sober was what he had wanted to be last night, before things went too far. But standing here now, in the middle of her room with her in his arms and his tongue sliding against hers, he was starting to feel lightheaded. Getting drunk off of her taste, off of her smell, off of the way she touched him.
With a shuddering breath, Sakura tilted her head to the side to break away from the kiss and wrapped her arms around his neck, stilling him in her embrace. Squeezing his eyes shut and struggling to get a grip on himself, he lowered his face into her shoulder and hugged her back, only tighter. Feeling her heaving chest against his and the pounding of her heart under his hand as he rubbed her back, he knew that there was no more waiting at this point. The gravity of the moment dawned upon them.
She pulled back slightly, just enough that she could see his face. Placing her hand on his cheek, a shiver ran down his spine when the pad of her thumb traced his lower lip, moving back and forth as her gaze lifted from his mouth to meet his eyes. "Are you sure?" she asked, barely above a whisper.
He nodded, not trusting himself to speak, which only made her chuckle humorlessly. There was a severity to her tone when she added, "I need to hear you say it, Sasuke-kun. I don't want to do something… we'd end up regretting."
"You don't want to?"
"I do−god, I do!" she answered quickly, as if recognizing the insecurity in his voice. "I just… I don't want you to regret anything. It's your first time and it's supposed to be… well, special…"
Unable to help himself, he let out an exasperated sigh and shook his head slightly, which brought a small frown to her face. Annoying, as always. Didn't she know? Didn't she understand? He's wanted this for so long. He's wanted her for so long and loved her for even longer. Bringing his forehead against hers once again, he looked deeply into her eyes as he said, "There's no way I'm going to regret anything with you."
She wanted this, too. He could tell by the glazed look in her eyes, the parting of her swollen lips, her chest heaving and her nipples poking through the thin fabric of her top. The hand on her back slowly slid down to her waist. "Can I touch you?" he murmured against her lips.
"Yes," she whispered.
Sasuke moved his hand up her stomach and closed over her clothed breast. Her head fell forward, hiding her face in the crook of his neck as she whimpered softly while he kneaded her soft mound and squeezed her hardened nipple between his fingers. And it was unbelievable how soft she was, even more how sensitive she was to his touch. He could go on like this forever, playing with her tit and listening to the small sounds she was trying to hide under his skin.
With a shuddering breath, she took a step back, away from his touch. "We need to be quiet," she said. "My parents are in the next room."
And he stood frozen in rapt attention as she made quick work of her flimsy night clothes until she was stark naked before him. She only gave him a split second to appreciate the raw, naked beauty before him before she was on him again, hands at the hem of his own sweatshirt, mouth mashing against his and only breaking away to lift his shirt over his head.
He could barely keep up with what was happening−between her mouth and her tongue and her teeth and her hot breath on his skin, her hands seemingly everywhere all at once… until they're wrapped around each other, bare skin against bare skin against soft sheets as they stumbled into her bed.
She shoved him flat on his back with her palms on his chest, effectively breaking their heated kiss. Despite her evident arousal, he could still see the slightest apprehension in her lustful green eyes and hesitation in the set of her shoulders. "Are you sure about this?" she asked again.
He almost felt the slightest twinge of guilt because while she continued to strain against her self-control, he was already in heaven, gifted with the view of Sakura on top of him. She was beautiful, absolutely ethereal. Her pink hair was a messy halo around her head, a light flush ran from her shoulders down to her heaving chest and his hands itched to grope at her perky breasts again. But even more, he wanted to reach lower; to feel the tuft of hair between her legs, further down to pretty pink lips and into a dripping hot core.
"I'm sure," he replied thickly. "We've waited long enough."
She hesitated for a second more, then she pressed herself against him and brushed her lips lightly against his, before trailing kisses all over his skin. He lost herself to the sensation of her hands and mouth all over his body, her stiff nipples sliding down his stomach. When he met her eyes again, she was already further down, nestled between his legs. A loud groan escaped him and she was quick to shush him with her index finger to her lips and a hard squeeze on his shaft. He clenched his jaw tight.
Pre-cum was already leaking from his slit and she swiped her thumb over his tip and began moving her hand up and down his length. He threw his head back and clutched at the sheets tightly, his entire body straining just from holding his voice down. She gave him a few more pumps and through half-shut eyes, he watched her tuck her hair behind her ears as her open mouth hovered over him. But just her breath on the head of his cock was enough to send shivers up his spine and make him squirm where he laid, so he quickly reached out before she pushed him over the edge. "Don't," he bit out through gritted teeth. "I don't think I'm gonna last if you do that."
She retreated understandingly, hands caressing his thighs soothingly as she straightened up. "Are you ready?" she asked quietly.
"Hold on." He practically stumbled out of bed to pick up his discarded pants. He fished for his wallet where he kept the condom Kiba had given him before. And he felt eyes on intently on him as he ripped the foil packet and rolled the rubber over his sensitive member. He turned and found Sakura already lying on her back.
Her legs parted as soon as his knees hit the mattress and she licked her lips in anticipation as he loomed over her. "What?" he asked, when her lips suddenly spread into a sheepish grin.
"I feel like it's my first time," she murmured, almost bashfully. Again, he was taken aback by how beautiful she looked, lying before him and looking up at him so lovingly, his for the taking.
Taken by a primal urge, Sasuke caged her in and kissed her like he could devour her whole. He kissed her deeply, sliding his tongue against hers sloppily. The hands that ran up and down her body stilled with a tight grip on her hips once she started grinding against him. A low growl, an unfamiliar sound to his ears, rumbled in the back of his throat as he pinned her hips down to keep her still.
He wanted to feel her more, all of her. He wanted to leave his mark on every inch of her skin and her soft whimpers only egged him on as his mouth moved lower. He sucked one breast into his mouth, tongue circling an erect nipple, while he squeezed and tugged at the other. She was writhing underneath him, pressing the back of her hand over her mouth to keep quiet. He nipped and sucked his way across her chest, using his mouth on both of her tits while his empty hand moved lower to cup her sex.
She let out a shaky breath as he trailed a finger along her pussy lips. Inexperienced as he was, he wasn't quite sure what exactly to do with his fingers, how exactly to touch her there and where. He simply went by the itch to sink deeper into her heat, into her wetness, into her… "Can I put it in?"
She nodded eagerly and he tapped his sheathed cock against her pussy like he'd seen them do in porn, and she bit her lip to bite down a moan and started moving up and down his length. "Please…"
She clasped both hands over her mouth to muffle her moan as he slid into her, stretched her, filled her. But he couldn't fight the unfamiliar sounds coming from his own mouth at the sensation that enveloped his entire body, feeling her around him as he sank into her tight, hot, wet pussy that seemed to be pulling him in. "Is this… alright?" he gritted out.
"Yes!" she gasped, hands reaching out to grab at his hips. "Keep going."
She pulled him down over her, locking their lips as if to swallow each other's moans.
They went slow. Not because he didn't want to snap his hips sharply into hers, drive into her hard and fast−because he did, holy fuck, he did! But the slightest of movements could cause the bed frame to knock into the wall and they couldn't afford to make a single noise. But slow wasn't bad, not at all. He ground his hips into hers and he could feel her clamp down on him, feel her walls flutter around him with each deep thrust.
Never in his wildest dreams did he think that it would ever feel this way. They were intertwined, every bit of him connected to her; their legs tangled, their fingers interlocked, her chest pressed against his, her nails sinking into his back, his mouth attached to the pulse at the side of her neck and her mouth moaning breathily into his ear. He shifted in his position slightly and he must be hitting all the right spots this time because she struggled harder to hold her voice in.
"Sasuke-kun," she mewled. "God, you feel so good!"
"I'm close−" he rasped. He bit into her shoulder and she only tightened around him.
"It's okay, come whenever you want!" Her hand snaked down between them and he could feel her touching herself, rubbing furiously at her clit. He fucked into her harder, barely pulling his hips back as he moved inside her.
Every part of her tightened as they reached their climax; her fingers between his, her pussy around his cock, her stomach flexing under him. Sasuke fought against every impulse to let his eyes slip shut as he stilled his hips as he came inside her, to see her come undone. And it was an image that would forever be burned into his memory: her eyes squeezed shut, her mouth parted in a silent cry, her face twisted in absolute rapture, and her back lifted in a graceful arch.
Then every tensed muscle in their bodies loosened and they collapsed into a boneless heap of sweaty flesh. He rolled off of her after a moment, careful not to fall off her small bed. Mind blown and still in disbelief, the sound of his ragged breathing and the intense pounding in his chest was deafening to his own ears. He was breathless, speechless, mind completely empty…
His breath hitched when he felt nails lightly gliding across his abdomen as she reached down to the base of his dick. He held his breath when she carefully pulled off the condom, then left the bed to discard it in a nearby trash can.
"Was that okay?" he whispered unsurely. Insecurity set into him as he came down. Did he do it right? Did she actually orgasm or did she fake it for his sake? What if, out of all the men she'd slept with, he was the worst? Fuck, was he supposed to eat her out?
But Sakura only smiled brilliantly, and he could see that wide smile and the gleam in her eyes long after she'd turned the lights off. She threw the covers over them and rolled into his side. "It was perfect," she said, with a peck to his cheek. "Was it good for you, too?"
Letting out a deep breath of relief, he only nodded, unable to speak any further. He turned on his side and enveloped her in his arms. Their bodies were slick with sweat but they laid wrapped in each other's warmth on the cold autumn night. Burrowing his face into her chest, Sasuke didn't want to think about how easy everything had come for them−how perfect it all was. After all, nothing has ever gone smoothly in his life.
a/n: HAPPY SASUKE DAY! happy birthday to the love of my life since i was five (5) years old.
it's been too long, mb. but i hope recent developments made the wait worthwhile. ;)
i got quite a surge in reviews at the beginning of quarantine and i just wanna say thanks for reading and i hope i've given you entertainment in these complicated times. i hope you guys are continuing to take care of yourselves and keep safe!
