Sasuke sees the bright red building come into view, he had just returned from a long mission and, as always, his first priority was to report directly to Naruto.
As he neared the entrance, something caught his attention — Naruto’s chakra. Strong and unmistakable; familiar. Mingling with another he recognized. Gaara.
Sasuke’s jaw tightened involuntarily. He suppressed the urge of irritation that rose within him. It wasn’t like he didn’t trust Naruto, no, but the proximity of the Kazekage always seemed to bring out something possessive in him.
He breathes in and brushes the feeling inside. He didn’t have time for these distractions.
A new-faced Jonin blocked his path, the man’s stance formal but nervous, as though Sasuke’s presence already unsettled him. Sasuke arched a brow, his gaze narrowing.
“I’m afraid we can’t let you through, sir. The Hokage is in a meeting with the Kazekage.”
Sasuke’s lips curled into a thin line. “Are you new here?” His voice was even but sharp, and made it clear that he wasn’t in the mood for delays.
The Jonin hesitated before answering, “Yes, I was recently stationed here, sir.”
Sasuke’s eyes flicked over him, unimpressed. “Then you must know that you should let me through.” He affirmed, pushing his hair aside making him more recognizable. The Jonin’s eyes widened, but still, neither he nor his partner budged.
“We know who you are, sir, but we’ve been given orders to not let anyone through. Especially you.”
Sasuke’s brow shot up, his tone turning darker, almost icy. “Especially me?” His gaze flicked from one guard to the other, looking for any sign of doubt. The guards exchanged a glance and Sasuke could see the hesitation in their eyes.
“Yes, sir,” one of them finally spoke. “We weren’t told why, but Lord Hokage had said it himself.”
A scoff escaped Sasuke’s lips. “The Hokage ordered that I shall not be let through... himself?!” His voice rose, the hint of frustration leaking through.
Just then, the sound of footsteps echoed down the hall; Sasuke turned his head, catching the familiar chakra of someone who didn’t need to announce their presence.
“What’s going on here–” Shikamaru’s bored tone cut through the tension, his gaze landing on Sasuke, and his eyes flicked with recognition. “Ah, it’s you. No wonder the chakra signature felt familiar.” Shikamaru leaned against the wall with his usual lazy air. “Here to see him?”
Sasuke didn’t answer immediately, his jaw clenching as he glanced back at the Jonin. “Yes. But these two won’t let me through. They say the Hokage himself ordered it.”
Shikamaru’s expression didn’t change. He shrugged. “They’re right. You’ll have to wait. Naruto’s in a meeting.”
“With Gaara, I assume,” Sasuke remarked, his tone laced with a slight edge. He knew it wasn’t necessary to ask — he could feel it in the air, the lingering traces of Gaara’s chakra.
Shikamaru nodded, his tone casual. “Yeah, with the Kazekage. Looks like you’re gonna have to wait your turn, Sasuke.”
Sasuke’s lips tightened at the tone, the implication clear. Wait my turn? The words felt almost like an insult, and a slow, simmering irritation began to rise within him. His eyes flashed dangerously, and he leaned in slightly, his voice low but cutting. “I am the shadow Hokage, Shikamaru. Do I really have to remind everyone of that?”
The subtle jab didn’t go unnoticed by Shikamaru, whose lips twitched in the barest of smiles before vanishing, but nothing went past the Uchiha’s eyes.
“Doesn’t matter,” Shikamaru continued, not missing a beat. “Naruto said to wait, and that’s what you’ll have to do. If you’d come earlier for the debriefing, you could’ve seen him first.”
Sasuke’s patience was wearing thin. "It’s not even the time for Gaara’s monthly visit," he muttered, his voice low but laced with frustration. “What’s he doing here, anyway? He’s never just 'visiting.'”
Shikamaru shrugged again, his face an impassive mask. "Who knows. Maybe catching up. It’s Gaara, he doesn’t need a reason to drop by.”
Sasuke’s fists clenched at his sides. Catching up. The words stung more than they should. He knew Naruto had a deep respect for Gaara, even a camaraderie, but there was something about this casual meeting that felt... wrong. Sasuke hated that feeling. The constant reminder that there were people — other people — who could still enter Naruto’s space with ease. People who shared his past with him.
Tch. Sasuke forced the thought away. “How long will they be in there?”
Shikamaru didn’t seem bothered by Sasuke’s clear agitation. “No idea. It’s been hours.”
Hours. Of course. Sasuke exhaled through his nose. He wasn’t going to get anything more out of Shikamaru, he could tell. The man wasn’t about to be drawn into this.
“Fine,” Sasuke muttered, spinning on his heel and heading further down the hall. “I’ll wait outside.”
Shikamaru opened his mouth as though to say something else, but then closed it with a resigned sigh. He didn’t stop Sasuke, though, allowing him to continue on his way.
The hallway stretched out before Sasuke, the faint murmur of voices filtering through the thick oak door. He slowed his steps, senses sharpening. The moment his ears picked up the unmistakable sound of Naruto’s voice, a deep sense of discomfort settled in his chest. That voice, light and carefree, carried a warmth that should have been comforting—but instead, it tugged at something darker inside him.
The laughter followed soon after, carefree and unburdened, filling the air with a lightness that contrasted sharply with the simmering tension he could feel building up within himself. Of course, Naruto’s laughter would fill the room — he’d always had that kind of magnetic energy, that ability to lighten the air in any room. It was one of the things that had first drawn Sasuke to him.
But hearing it now, laced with the familiar presence of Gaara’s chakra, twisted something inside Sasuke. There was a bite to the feeling now — resentment or something deeper, something he couldn’t quite place. Gaara was too close. His presence, steady and calm, seemed to settle too easily next to Naruto’s. A bond between them — one Sasuke couldn’t fully erase from his mind, even if he tried.
Sasuke’s hand tightened at his side. He wasn’t one to show jealousy, not openly — but this? This left a sour taste in his mouth.
He stood before the oak door, inhaling slowly to steady his breath, forcing himself to dismiss the feeling clawing at the edges of his thoughts. He would wait, yes. But on his own terms.
The sound of their voices continued on the other side, Naruto’s words muffled now, a slight chuckle in between. Sasuke’s pulse quickened — he couldn’t wait any longer.
“Fine,” he muttered under his breath, raising his hand to knock. But before he could even knock, the door swung open, revealing Naruto and Gaara. Naruto’s cheerful expression faltered for just a second at the sight of Sasuke, but it was enough to send a wave of coldness through his chest. He didn’t wait for an invitation.
“Leave us.” His voice was hard, the edge of authority sharp.
Naruto blinked, stepping back as though the words had physically struck him. The smile he wore just a second ago evaporated, replaced by a frown of confusion. “Sasuke, what—”
Sasuke raised a hand in front of him, cutting off the question before it could go any further. His gaze didn’t falter as it turned to Gaara. “I respect your position as Kazekage,” Sasuke began, his voice cold and commanding as he met Gaara’s eyes, “But I believe I also have the authority to debrief my Hokage about our village’s missions.” He paused for a beat, letting the weight of his words settle in. “Missions, I might add, that are well beyond your power to oversee.”
The tension in the room thickened, the atmosphere charged with unspoken words. Naruto opened his mouth to argue, but the warning look in Sasuke’s eyes silenced him. Sasuke wasn’t here to fight Gaara over trivial matters. He had no need to — his claim was clear.
Gaara raised an eyebrow, his eyes narrowing slightly as he regarded Sasuke. Yet, Gaara didn’t say a word, merely glaring at Sasuke before turning his attention to Naruto.
Naruto, sensing the tension, let out an awkward chuckle. “S-Sorry about that, Gaara. We had a debriefing scheduled this week, and I’d just sent Sasuke out on a long mission. He’s probably just tired—”
Gaara’s cold gaze shifted from Sasuke back to Naruto, his expression softening ever so slightly as he met the Hokage’s eyes. Sasuke scoffed quietly under his breath at the sight, a bitter edge to the sound.
“No need to apologize, Naruto,” Gaara’s voice was low, gravelly, carrying the weight of his measured words. “I may have overstayed my welcome.” He gave Naruto a small, almost polite smile, one that didn’t quite reach his eyes. “I wouldn’t want to take advantage of my position here. I shall take my leave.”
He turned to look at Sasuke, gaze steady but not unfriendly. “It’s good to see you.” His tone was neutral, as always, but there was something almost... respectful in the way he acknowledged Sasuke.
With a smooth motion, Gaara reached for the door, but then paused, glancing back over his shoulder. His eyes landed once again on Naruto, and the smile on his lips became just the slightest bit warmer, though still restrained. “I’ll drop by again sometime soon,” he said, the words lingering for a moment as if giving Naruto the option to respond.
Sasuke’s jaw tightened, his eyes narrowing slightly. He didn't like the casual nature of Gaara's words, the sense that Gaara was in no rush to leave. But he remained silent, waiting for the Kazekage to make his exit.
Gaara nodded once more, his gaze lingering on Naruto for just a second longer before he stepped out of the room, leaving the door to swing shut behind him.
The first sound that broke the silence was the scrape of a chair being pushed back. Sasuke glanced over his shoulder to see Naruto settling into his seat, running a hand through his messy blonde hair, exhaling a long, weary sigh. It was a gesture Sasuke had come to associate with moments of stress, but today it seemed different — more like an attempt to regain his balance after the quiet confrontation.
“You didn’t have to do that, y’know,” Naruto began, his tone still light, but there was an edge of frustration underneath. “Could’ve at least waited. It wasn’t like I was—"
Sasuke scoffed, cutting him off before he could finish the thought. "Really? That’s how you greet me?" His voice was laced with dry bitterness, the words coming out sharper than he’d intended. He didn't like the way Gaara's presence lingered in the room, or how Naruto had let him slip so easily into his space.
Naruto blinked at him, the frown on his face deepening as he shook his head. “I never would've thought you’d use the ‘I’m the Shadow Hokage’ card, Sasuke,” he said with a rueful chuckle. But Sasuke could hear the underlying tension in his voice, the kind that came from trying to defuse something without addressing it head-on. "Is the debriefing really that important?"
Sasuke’s eyes narrowed slightly, not missing the hint of something in Naruto’s words, but he refused to be deterred. He was already stepping forward, drawing closer to where Naruto sat. “Is the Hokage implying the debriefing isn’t important?” His tone sharpened, laced with something like a challenge, though it wasn’t aimed at Naruto directly. "Mind you, you personally sent me on this mission. You said I was the only one you trusted for it. The only one capable of handling it."
Naruto’s expression softened a fraction, his gaze lifting to meet Sasuke’s, but there was a flicker of something Sasuke couldn’t quite decipher. "And that hasn't changed," Naruto said, his voice steady but tinged with an almost reluctant reassurance. He leaned back in his chair, his hands resting loosely on his desk. “But you’ve already sent me the scrolls with all the mission details. You’ve done your part, Sasuke."
Sasuke felt the tension inside him tighten, but he didn’t show it. Naruto had a point — he had sent the reports. But that wasn’t the issue. The issue was the way Gaara had lingered, how his presence had subtly shifted the dynamic, how Naruto’s smile had softened so easily in his company. Sasuke wasn’t sure what bothered him more: the fact that Naruto seemed so at ease, or the fact that he didn’t seem to notice the effect it had on him.
Sasuke moves closer to the Hokage’s desk, slamming his hand down, patience wearing thin. “I didn’t come here just to hand over scrolls, Naruto,” He mutters under his breath, his voice low, almost forced, the words coming out sharper than he intended. "There are things that can't be conveyed in reports."
"You think I don’t know that?" Naruto asked, his voice softer now, more careful. There was hesitation in his tone, a trace of uncertainty that didn’t belong with the Hokage. He exhaled a slow, almost weary breath. "Sorry. I—I just didn’t like how you addressed Gaara. I get where you’re coming from, Sasuke, but there’s no need for that."
The words felt like a quiet reprimand, but Sasuke refused to let them affect him — not now. He removed his hand from the desk and moved to stand beside Naruto’s Hokage chair. Reaching out, he gripped the backrest and spun the chair toward him. His fingers dug into the wood, clutching it tightly as if it were his only anchor — his sole connection to something stable. The force of his grip was the only thing keeping him from losing control as the turmoil within him surged, threatening to spill over.
The truth was, he didn’t know what he was feeling — only that it was building up inside him, something dark and bitter. Maybe frustration. Maybe confusion. But something else, something more dangerous, lurked beneath it all. That creeping, insidious jealousy, the kind that whispered that maybe, just maybe, Gaara was more than he was — more patient, more present, more able to make Naruto smile in ways Sasuke hadn’t seen in a long time.
A beat of silence passed, thick and heavy, as the weight of Naruto’s words lingered in the air between them. Sasuke exhaled; a sharp, frustrated sigh escaping his lips as he let his fingers slip from the chair. "Fine. You’re right." His voice was quieter now, almost reluctant, as though the words had to claw their way out of him. "I… I’m just tired."
It wasn’t a complete excuse, but it was enough to pull him back from the edge. Just enough to make the moment feel a little less sharp, a little more...manageable. Still, the tension didn’t fully dissipate. It clung to the space between them, the silence now fraught with all the things neither of them dared to say.
Then, Sasuke heard it — a quiet, almost imperceptible intake of air from Naruto. It was like a breath being held too long, something too deep, too raw, slipping out in the form of an exhale that held more weight than a thousand words. For a second, Naruto’s usual bravado seemed to melt away entirely. There was no mask, no smile.
Naruto. Just Naruto, vulnerable in a way that Sasuke rarely saw. His eyes softened, the edge of his demeanor falling away to reveal something simpler, more fragile beneath it all.
"I missed you, Sasuke."
The words hit Sasuke like a physical blow. They struck deep, more than he’d anticipated, and for a moment, his chest felt tight, constricted by the sudden rush of emotions he couldn’t quite understand. It wasn’t just the words themselves — it was the sincerity in Naruto’s voice, that raw honesty that seemed to carve through everything else between them, stripping them both bare. The air felt too thin now, fragile, as though one wrong move could break something irrevocable between them. Sasuke couldn’t breathe for a moment. His heart raced, the knot in his chest pulling even tighter, making it impossible to speak.
He wanted to say something, anything, but the words lodged in his throat, choking him. The raw vulnerability in Naruto's voice left him unmoored, disarmed in a way he wasn’t used to. For once, he had no clever retort, no sharp defense — just a weight that pressed against his chest, a thousand unsaid things swirling between them, too many to confront. Sasuke swallowed hard, trying to push past the lump that threatened to choke him, but it remained there, stubborn and unyielding.
A tense silence stretched between them, thick and suffocating. His fingers tightened, but even that didn’t bring him the release he craved.
Finally, the words broke free, low, and rough. “I missed you too.” It felt inadequate, a small admission in the face of everything they hadn’t said. But it was all he could manage, and it hung in the air, both an apology and a confession, as fragile as the tension crackling between them.
Naruto stares up at him, eyes soft and smile warm. He pulls Sasuke by his waist and hugs him. Sasuke hugs back, his hand finding its way to his head as he nuzzles on his stomach.
“You know, those Jonin of yours tried holding me back. Something about the Hokage not allowing me through.” He says, playing with Naruto’s hair.
Naruto tenses then looks up with a smile on his face, “Sorry about that… I wasn’t sure if you would arrive earlier. And I know you and Gaara aren’t… pretty good.”
Sasuke doesn't immediately respond, his eyes narrowing slightly, studying Naruto. He shrugs indifferently, but the tension radiates off him, a silent acknowledgment that whatever's between them is far from finished. It's just waiting.
Naruto's eyes flash with amusement, but there's a flicker of challenge in them now. He rolls his eyes, leaning back, but doesn't break Sasuke's gaze. "Jealous?" His voice is playful, but there's an undertone — sharp, almost daring.
Sasuke raises an eyebrow, his lips twitching just enough to show he's intrigued but still silent. He doesn't answer immediately, instead, he takes Naruto's hands from his waist with a slow, deliberate motion, getting them off of him.
"Maybe," Sasuke says quietly, his voice dropping a touch lower as if testing the waters. "But I think you'll have to pay for that one."
Naruto freezes for a split second, a frown pulling at his brows. "Pay?" he repeats, his voice confused but intrigued, the playful challenge still lingering at the edges of his words. "Pay for what?"
Sasuke doesn't answer right away. His fingers move, slipping into Naruto's unruly hair, threading through the mess of blond strands. He pauses there for just a moment, his grip firm, but not enough to hurt, It's almost tender. Almost.
"Hmm," Sasuke hums, his gaze never leaving Naruto's as his fingers work their way through the soft locks, his touch light, teasing. "Maybe you could prove you're mine, Lord Hokage,” he says, his words slow, deliberate. They hang in the air between them, thick with an unspoken promise. The way he says it is like a challenge, a dare.
Naruto's body tenses again, his breath hitching slightly at the words, but his eyes gleam with something sharper. He wets his lips, then a playful grin stretches across his face, but it's different now, like he's accepted the challenge without saying a word. "Is that so?” he murmurs, his tone dropping an octave, taking on a darker edge, a low rumble in his chest that makes Sasuke's grip on his hair tighten ever so slightly. "You want me to prove I'm yours?"
Sasuke doesn’t flinch. Instead, a smirk curves his lips, and the tension in the air grows thick, almost suffocating. He steps closer, leaning down to face the seated Naruto, closing the distance between them. His fingers remain lightly pressed against Naruto’s scalp, the subtle contact a silent declaration of control.
His voice drops even further. "Maybe," he says, his breath warm against Naruto's ear. "I think you might need to show me how much you belong to me.” The proximity is suffocating. Sasuke's breath dances over Naruto's skin, sending a shiver down his spine. The brush of his fingers feels almost too intimate, like a tease of something more, but not enough. Not yet.
Naruto's heart beats faster now, his chest rising and falling with each breath, the challenge burning in his veins. "Maybe I'll show you exactly what I'm willing to do to prove I'm yours." He whispers, his voice low, dangerous, a whisper of temptation.
There's a heartbeat of silence. And then Sasuke's fingers tighten around his hair, pulling him just that little bit closer, his lips brushing against the shell of Naruto's ear. His voice is rough, almost desperate in its control like he's barely holding back.
"Show me," Sasuke purrs, his words hot and heavy in the charged air. "Prove it."
The words land like a spark against dry tinder, igniting something between them that neither of them can quite control anymore. Naruto's pulse races as he feels the tension snap — electric, crackling, a force that pulls them together, too strong to resist.
For a moment, everything is still. The world outside disappears, leaving only the two of them, just as it has always been.
In one fluid motion, Naruto grabs Sasuke by his waist to pull him onto his lap, their lips crashing together in a kiss that's both desperate and slow. He’s kissing him like he’s starving, like he’s trying to crawl down Sasuke’s throat, then to his heart, or maybe like he’s consuming him.
And Sasuke loves it. He doesn't hesitate. He responds immediately, deepening the kiss. Their lips moved in sync, like kissing was the only thing they were made for, but it wasn’t a surprise, not really. Sasuke had long realized that he and Naruto worked well on and off the battlefield. They were puzzle pieces that fit perfectly, an entity that wouldn’t exist without the other.
Sasuke tenses up when he feels Naruto’s touch move up from his waist to his torso, sliding under his shirt, touch hot and rough, hungry. He holds Sasuke tightly like he’s the only thing he can grab onto.
“Naruto,” Sasuke breathes out as he pulls away, and the man attempts to chase after his lips. “Show me that you're mine," he demands again, his words more commanding and firm.
“Anything,” Naruto breathes, voice thick with want, a raw almost pleading edge creeping in. Sasuke can feel his chest heave heavily like he could only breathe if he had Sasuke — like he needs Sasuke. “Anything. I’ll do anything… How do you want me to?” His voice cracks at the end, and god, he sounds so desperate. As if every inch of him is screaming for Sasuke’s touch.
Sasuke doesn’t say anything, instead gets off of his lap and stands up, leaving Naruto aching in his wake. It’s a subtle movement, but the effect is immediate — Naruto feels the loss like a punch to the gut. Sasuke begins to remove his cloak, his actions smooth and calculated, before retrieving a scroll from his belt. With a flick of his wrist, the scroll unfurls, and the room is filled with the soft poof of a summoning. A rope, purple and coiled, materializes in his hand, its texture gleaming ominously in the low light.
Naruto’s pulse quickens as his eyes fixate on the rope. “Where did you get this?” he asks, his fingers instinctively wrapping around the end of the rope. Without thinking, he tugs on it, pulling Sasuke toward him with a sharp, insistent jerk.
Sasuke stumbles forward, his composure momentarily lost, but he quickly recovers, his fingers rolling the rope around his hand with the practiced ease of someone who’s used it countless times. A flick of his wrist, and the rope is in perfect position again. “What? Not familiar with this?” Sasuke raises an eyebrow, a teasing smirk curving his lips as he lowers his voice. There’s a glint of something dangerous in his eyes — amusement, but also something darker.
Naruto’s breath catches, his eyes darkening, a fleeting shadow crossing his expression. His grip tightens around the rope, his chest tightening with the weight of the memory. “Ah… from your days with Orochimaru, I remember now.” The bitterness in his tone is sharp, jagged — raw, like a wound that never fully healed.
Sasuke rolls his eyes, the familiar irritation bubbling beneath the surface. “Let it go. I’m back here, aren’t I?” His voice is cool, and dismissive, but the undercurrent of something deeper is there — something only Naruto could read.
Naruto mirrors Sasuke’s earlier motion, winding the rope around his own fingers as his gaze lingers. “I can’t. And I won’t.” His voice drops a little, growing more serious. “And not really, no. You looked good in that, though. I’ll give him that.” There’s a strange finality in his words, a tension in the way he observes Sasuke now. It’s not just a passing comment — it’s something more.
A small smirk dances on Sasuke’s lips, the first sign of something more playful breaking through. “Yeah? You think so?” His voice is teasing, almost daring.
Naruto nods slowly, blue eyes studying Sasuke. “I hadn't seen you in years. And to think you showed up in that outfit... with a sword? Yeah...” He trails off, a hint of something dangerous flickering in his eyes, but there’s admiration there too.
Sasuke chuckles, the sound low and almost appreciative. “I knew you always had a thing for danger.”
Naruto shrugs nonchalantly, the corners of his mouth twitching up. “Not really. I just have a thing for you in general.”
Sasuke’s eyes flash, and without a second thought, he moves closer, his breath catching as he stands near enough to feel the heat between them. “Idiot,” he mutters, his voice soft but edged with affection. Then, after a beat, he adds, “But I think this would look better on you.”
Naruto raises an eyebrow, his expression playful. “What, you gonna tie me up?” His voice is low, teasing, but there’s an undercurrent of something else in the way he says it like he’s daring Sasuke to push things further.
Sasuke’s smirk widens slightly, and he leans in just a little closer, his voice hushed. “Maybe.” He pauses, letting the word hang in the air between them, tension building with each passing second. “But only your hands or arms for today.” There’s a quiet promise in his tone, one that sends a shiver down both of their spines.
Naruto inhales sharply, a low, almost imperceptible sound escaping him. “Mhm, you’d like that, wouldn’t you?” His voice drops, thick with suggestion, the atmosphere between them suddenly charged, taut.
Sasuke meets his gaze, a challenge and a claim all in one. “Mhm. If that’ll stop you from having secret and sudden meetings with others, then yes.”
Naruto laughs, his tension breaking with the sound, but it’s quick — forced. “Sasuke, I swear to god, it’s just Gaa—”
Sasuke suddenly drops the obi from his hands, his movement quick and decisive as he grabs Naruto’s chair and yanks it closer. “Not a mention of his name, Lord Hokage. At least not now.” The words come out in a soft, dangerous murmur, and the air between them shifts, crackling with something more intimate and charged than before.
Naruto stares up at him, caught between amusement and something else entirely, but Sasuke doesn’t let the moment stretch too long.
“Now, you said you wanted to prove something, right?” Sasuke’s voice was heavy, lust slowly seeping out.
Naruto exhales, then gives a smirk, “Mhm. I’m a man of my word.”
Sasuke's gaze darkens, his fingers trailing slowly down Naruto's shirt, brushing against the fabric before pressing firmly at the bottom. "Then let's get this out of the way," he mutters, his voice low, his intent clear as he nudges the shirt upward.
Naruto doesn't hesitate, his fingers instinctively reaching to help, tugging the fabric off and tossing it carelessly to the side. His chest rises and falls with a breath, a lazy grin tugging at the corners of his lips. "Good?" he asks, his voice thick with amusement, his eyes flickering up at Sasuke as though daring him to push the boundaries further.
Sasuke stands still for a moment, his gaze lingering on the exposed skin, taking in the sight. He places a hand on his hip, leaning just slightly to the side with a teasing smile. "Good?" he echoes, his tone playful but with an undercurrent of something more, something deeper.
Naruto chuckles softly, shaking his head. "You're such a pain," he mutters, but the heat in his eyes betrays the amusement. There's no anger, no resistance, only a slow burn building between them.
Sasuke's smirk widens, he instinctively flexes his hand, itching for control. "Hands behind the back of your chair, Lord Hokage." His voice is an order, soft but commanding, a quiet promise hanging in the air as his eyes never leave Naruto's.
Naruto raises an eyebrow, his lips curling into a slow, mischievous smirk. He doesn't say anything in response, but the challenge in his eyes is unmistakable. Without a second thought, he shifts, placing his hands behind the back of the chair, his posture shifting, submission mixing with something almost daring.
Sasuke’s smirk lingered, as he holds the purple obi once again, a silent promise in his eyes as he moved behind Naruto. His footsteps were quiet, deliberate, and the air between them thickened with anticipation. Naruto’s wrists were positioned behind the back of the chair, muscles tensed as his arms stretched slightly, waiting.
The sight of him like this, so close to submission yet still free, was stirring something within Sasuke. He couldn’t help but admire how the ropes – his obi – had yet to touch him; how much more control he would soon have.
Sasuke knelt smoothly, his knees pressing into the floor as he closed the distance, the cool purple rope resting loosely between his fingers. He let it slip through his hand for a moment, teasing the sensation, letting the anticipation build in both of them. His fingers brushed against the edges of the rope, its smooth, almost inviting fabric, as his gaze flickered over Naruto’s arms. “Beautiful,” he whispers as his hand hovered just above Naruto’s wrist, his fingers grazing the skin lightly, savoring the closeness, the power before he finally made his move.
With slow precision, Sasuke guided the middle of the rope around Naruto’s wrists, positioning it just above the soft curve of his skin. He could feel the subtle tremor in Naruto’s arm as he began to tighten the first loop, the purple rope settling against the flesh in a way that made the tension in the room surge. The cord was firm, yet forgiving, as he made the first pass, winding it gently but tightly, the knot coming into place with an almost satisfying click.
Naruto’s breath caught, and Sasuke couldn’t resist the slight shift in his expression. He was already losing himself in the power of the tie, the slow, controlled movement of each wrap of the rope.
Sasuke continued, each coil building on the last, the figure-eight pattern starting to take shape, the restraint inching closer to complete. He felt every shift of Naruto’s body, every subtle movement, and the pulse of anticipation between them only grew stronger.
Sasuke’s grip tightened on the rope, his hand sliding down Naruto’s wrist as he continued to bind him, the final knot nearing. The air felt thick with unspoken words, with that electric hum of control and submission, of dominance and surrender. Sasuke’s gaze flickered to Naruto’s face, watching as he fought to hold himself still, every fiber of his being anticipating the moment of total restraint.
The final knot was tied — tight, but not too tight — with the rope secured around Naruto’s wrists. Sasuke knew Naruto could easily slip free if he wanted to, but for now, it was perfect. He took a breath, his smirk deepening as he admired his handiwork.
Sasuke stood up, his movements slow and purposeful as he circled in front of Naruto. The sight before him was one that made his breath catch — Naruto, bound to the chair, his hair a messy halo around his flushed face. There was something intoxicating about the vulnerability in his position, the way his body responded to the restraint.
Sasuke smirked, leaning in slightly as he surveyed the scene. "You look beautiful like this," he mused, voice low with a hint of mockery. "I wonder how the people would react if they saw their Hokage, their Lord Seventh, their strongest — like this."
Naruto tilted his head, a lazy grin spreading across his face. "As if you'd ever let anyone see me like this," he quipped, testing the ropes with a soft tug. "You worked quickly for someone with one hand. Done this before?"
Sasuke rolled his eyes, an amused chuckle escaping him. "No, but I know how to tie some knots."
Without giving Naruto the chance to respond, Sasuke moved closer, positioning himself back on his lap, his fingers gently taking hold of Naruto's chin. His voice dropped to a hushed, almost dangerous tone. "You said you're a man of your word, right?"
Naruto's gaze grew darker, heavier. “Yes."
Sasuke leaned in, his breath ghosting across Naruto’s ear, words smooth and deliberate. "Mhm, and you said you would do anything to prove you're mine?"
Naruto swallowed audibly, his body shifting as he widened his legs, a small yet significant movement. "Anything," he whispered, the word barely audible but carrying all the weight of the promise.
“Then be good for me.” He says getting up, eyes never leaving Naruto. Sasuke looks down at the man seated before him, slowly taking his clothes off one by one.
“You’re going to do as I say,” Sasuke commands, unbuttoning his vest. “First, you’ll sit there and watch me touch myself.” He continues, his torso now fully exposed.
“Sasuke–” Naruto’s voice is low and strained, but Sasuke cuts him off.
“And you’re not allowed to come until I say so,” he finishes, pants and underwear now completely discarded. “But to spare you, let me get this out of the way,” Sasuke says, his fingers brushing against Naruto's pants. Slowly, he unzips it, his gaze never leaving the man’s face as he frees his cock out of his pants and underwear.
“Okay?” He asks, gaze lingering on his cock. Naruto swallows hard, the deep flush on his cheeks creeping down to his neck and the tips of his ears. He nods, his voice barely a whisper. "Yeah.”
Sasuke nods, then steps closer to the desk, his eyes briefly scanning the man before him. "Good." He turns his back to Naruto as he opens one of the drawers, pulling out a half-empty bottle of lubricating oil. A teasing smile tugs at the corner of his lips, and he raises an eyebrow. "Been busy?"
Naruto's face flushes, his voice soft but steady. "Like I said, I missed you."
“Mhm, and I missed you too,” he says, propping himself up to sit on the desk, his gaze never leaving Naruto. With a deliberate motion, he grabs the bottle of oil, squeezing it directly on his cock. The squelching sound fills the room, sharp and almost intimate.
He takes his cock in hand, stroking himself slowly. “Look at how much I’ve missed you, Lord Hokage,” he murmurs, his voice laced with playfulness, but thick with meaning.
Naruto inhales sharply, fighting the urge to look away from the sinfully captivating display. "You look so beautiful," he breathes out, his words barely more than a whisper.
Sasuke offers a small, knowing smile, hand still working his cock, pushing it to fully harden. “And so do you,” he twists his wrist, tightening his grasp around his flushed cock. “And so good for me.” Purple ropes coil around Naruto’s arms, their light color a striking contrast to his sun-kissed skin, the display almost downright sinful.
Sasuke notices the way Naruto's eyes shine at the praise, and his smile widens. “Yeah? You like that?” he teases, his voice low and sultry. “You like being good for me?”
Naruto almost whimpers, “Yes,” he pants out, “Yes, I do.”
Sasuke moans, his hand picking up its pace, the wet squelching sound echoing in the room. “Ah, of course you do–mph!” He looks down on Naruto, precum leaking down his hard and almost angry cock.
And Sasuke wants nothing more than to sit on it – to keep it warm, to feel it thrust in and out, to feel it twitch, to feel Naruto release deep insi–
“Ngh–!” Sasuke’s knees buckle, his body trembling as he stares at Naruto. His arms are stiff, muscles taut, every inch of him straining to hold onto control. A pathetic whine escapes Sasuke’s mouth, as tightens his grasp on his cock, giving it a hard squeeze. He’s so close already.
Naruto grunts, then gazes at Sasuke, his eyes hazy. “Shit, you look so fucking good, Sasuke,” he moans, his gaze never leaving him. The control he has on Naruto sends heat straight to his gut.
“Naruto… Fuck–I-I’m close…!” He moans, movement stuttering.
Naruto licks his lips, “Do it–Please, I want to see you,” he murmurs.
Sasuke’s head tilts back, “Yeah? You wanna see me come?”
Naruto nods quickly, “Yes–God, yes, please, Sasuke. Please let me see you cum, cum for me.”
Sasuke smiles, “Mhm, fine–but you can’t-fuck!” He doesn’t even have time to announce it, as his come springs out in strings, some landing onto Naruto’s pants and chest. Sasuke never thought it would be that intense given he had only stroked himself, but the control and power he had currently over Naruto, and the pleasure — it got into him quickly.
He catches his breath as his cock twitches, barely softening. “Hah, you didn’t come at all — good.” He says, still panting.
Naruto stares at him, eyes hungry, pupils blown wide. “You told me not to…” he pouts.
Sasuke smiles, a low, almost predatory tone slipping from his lips. “I did. You’re so good for me, Naruto,” he praises again, “But I’m not finished.”
Naruto curses softly under his breath.
“What? You got a complaint?” Sasuke teases, his tone mockingly light.
Naruto lets out a soft, almost pleading whine and pouts, “N-No.”
Sasuke raises an eyebrow. “But it looks like you have something to say,” he notes, watching Naruto avoid his gaze in silence.
A smirk plays on Sasuke’s lips as an idea forms. “How about this,” he says, turning his back to Naruto, leaning over his desk. This catches Naruto’s attention, eyes fixate on Sasuke's every move.
“I’ll finger myself until I come,” Sasuke says, his fingers circling his hole slowly, “and if you can stop yourself from coming, maybe I’ll reward you. But only if you ask nicely.”
“Fuck, you’re so mean to me–,” Naruto breathes out, his voice thick with desperation. “yes, anything, please…”
Sasuke smirks, but remains silent. He props himself up again, pouring more oil over his ass, convinced that the cum and oil on his fingers won’t be enough.
He bends down, finally slipping a finger in him. “Eyes on me, Naruto.”
Naruto’s cock twitches, curving toward his belly button as more precome spurts out from his cock. If Sasuke didn’t understand how Naruto’s body worked, he might have thought that the man had already reached his climax.
Once Sasuke felt comfortable enough, he slipped the second finger in, thrusting them in and out, moving in a scissor motion. His body twitches in pleasure, still sensitive from earlier. He pants, his face flushed and sweat clinging to his hair. “Tell me how I look, Naruto,” he asks, his tone sharp, almost a command.
“Shit, Sasuke,” Naruto breathes out, then swallows. “You–fuck, you look perfect… the way your fingers are splitting you open…” His words tremble, mouth agape, gaze fixed on Sasuke.
Sasuke closes his eyes, focusing on the pleasure and Naruto’s voice. “That’s it, ah-keep talking–” he pants.
“Fuck, Sasuke–your fingers are slipping into you so easily, it’s–fuck,” he trails off.
Sasuke locks his eyes with Naruto, “Mhm, do they?” he murmurs, a dark edge to his voice. “Do you think I should add another?”
Naruto’s breath catches, his response immediate and desparate. “Fuck, yes–add a third, please.”
Sasuke indulges him, he did ask nicely, after all. It stretches him so good, the slight burn has his thighs quivering in pleasure. “I didn’t say you could stop talking, Naruto,” a smirk tugs on his lips.
Naruto groans, “I–Fuck,” he licks his lips, his entire upper body twitching in the restraints, desire coursing through every muscle, every vein. He hesitates, “I–I wish–shit, Sasuke–”
This catches Sasuke from his pleasure, “What was that?”
Naruto tilts his head back, legs bouncing in its place, “I wish it were my–”
Sasuke interrupts him, “Be careful what you wish for, Naruto.”
Naruto breathes out, “I wish it were my fingers-no, my cock splitting you open, fuck!”
Sasuke closes his eyes for a moment, collecting himself, “Yeah? You want to fuck me with your fingers? Your cock?”
Naruto grunts, “Yes–fuck yes, I do.”
“And would you be good? Can you fuck me good enough?” He asks, despite already knowing the answer. The familiar heat of his climax is rushing through his body, his fingers are moving sloppily, the wet squelching turning louder, lewder.
Naruto licks his lips, “Yes, yes I would, please, I would prove it to you–over and over again,” his words tumble out of his mouth. His gaze doesn’t leave Sasuke, “I would fuck you so good–just how you like it, please,”
Sasuke’s cumming, and he’s cumming hard, his legs quiver, and he pulls his fingers out almost immediately to try and steady himself on the table. He sees Naruto closing his eyes for a moment, pulling himself together.
A beat of silence passes for a moment, and Sasuke is sure Naruto is about to cum, but he doesn’t. He breaks the silence, standing up to face Naruto.
“Didn’t cum?” He asks anyway. Naruto shakes his head, his hair sticking to his face, face flushed.
Sasuke smirks, “Good. Now, I did promise you a reward, yeah?”
Naruto swallows, “Yeah,” his voice comes out in a whisper.
Sasuke doesn’t say anything, instead steps forward, sitting on Naruto’s lap again, his dick almost touching Naruto’s own hard cock, glistening in precum.
“Sasuke–” Without warning he's interrupted as Sasuke dives in for a sloppy kiss. Naruto freezes for a moment, until the kiss truly hits him. He doesn't waste any time slipping his tongue into Sasuke’s mouth and deepening the kiss.
Naruto was so lost in the kiss that he barely realizes the sudden warmth around his cock, “Mhm–!” his body tenses, and he pulls back.
Sasuke looks at him in mock innocence, his head tilted slightly, hand still wrapped around Naruto’s cock, “What? I did say I was gonna reward you.”
Naruto squirms in his seat, “Reward? You’re teasing me!” He pouts, his voice laced with a mix of irritation and need.
Sasuke doesn’t drop the act, arching his brow, “Then would you rather have me not touch you?” he says, pulling his hand back, and Naruto grunts.
“No—Sasuke,” Naruto breathes, his voice strained.
“No, what?” Sasuke says, hand making its way up Naruto’s chest.
“No–don’t stop, keep touching me, please.” Naruto eventually says.
“That’s better,” Sasuke praises, hand moving down to grip Naruto’s cock once again.
Sasuke’s pale and slick hand grips Naruto’s hard cock, twitching at his touch. He strokes it, once, twice, until Naruto lets out a moan. He feels Naruto’s thighs quiver and clench under him. “Look at the mess you’ve made,” he says, thumb circling the tip slowly. “So hard and so wet for me.”
“Fuck,” Naruto gasps loudly, thrusting up to chase the pleasure Sasuke is giving him.
Sasuke pauses, “Did I tell you to move? You’re going to take what I give you.”
Naruto tilts his head back and whines, “S-Sorry, Sasuke—Please, continue, I’ll be good, I promise.”
“Mhm, and you’ve been doing so good. You wouldn’t want to mess up, yeah?” Sasuke feels Naruto’s cock twitch in his touch, and God, Sasuke feels so good, almost dizzy from the pleasure. Ah, Naruto, he looks so beautiful like this, his face flushed and twisted in pleasure, his body taut and trembling beneath him, skin glowing with heat.
All Naruto could do was nod in response, too dazed to understand what Sasuke was saying.
Sasuke tightens his grip on Naruto’s cock, moving his hand up and down slowly. He leans into the crook of Naruto’s neck, lips brushing onto his skin. He feels Naruto shudder beneath him as his hot breath meets his skin. “You’re so hard, Naruto. I bet you want to come so bad.”
Naruto grunts out a reluctant reply, and Sasuke pulls back just enough to meet his gaze, his eyes sharp. "Well, do you?" he asks, the tension hanging in the air.
Naruto squirms, “Yes, yes I do.”
Sasuke smiles smugly, lazily stroking his cock. And even if Sasuke had just started touching him, he knew Naruto’s body so well like his own, Naruto was close–so close, like a thread about to snap–
Naruto’s back arches in his seat, arms twisting behind him, straining with effort. He pants, “F-Fuck, I’m close, Sasuke–”
Sasuke’s hand quickens, twisting and tightening around Naruto. Naruto gasps, “Ahh!! Sasuke–I’m–!!!”
And Sasuke stops, his grip tightening around the base, and feels Naruto twitch under him.
Naruto blinks, a sharp gasp escaping him. “Fuck! I–I was so close, you–” His words tumble, the frustration and desperation in his voice thick and raw.
Sasuke arches a brow, giving a firm stroke to Naruto’s cock. “But you didn’t ask for it.”
Naruto freezes, dumbfounded, his chest rising and falling with shaky breaths. “But you said you were gonna reward me…” he whispers, voice breaking, his eyes shimmering with unshed tears.
Sasuke tilts his head, taking in Naruto’s form once again. ”I did, I touched you.” He rarely had Naruto like this— vulnerable, and so when he does, he’s going to make the most out of it. His hand moves up and down his and Naruto’s length, heavy and hot from his ministrations, sensitive from his touch.
Naruto grunts and then lays his head against Sasuke’s shoulder, panting. He looks up and pouts, “Please, please, Sasuke. I’ve been good–you told me many times, right? Tell me.”
Ah, Naruto had always wanted Sasuke’s acknowledgment— praise. Always.
He nods but doesn’t give Naruto the praise he wants, yet. “I guess so, but you could do better than that, you always do better.” He grinds down on the Hokage’s lap, circling his hips as he does so.
Naruto looks down their lengths, both slick with oil, his precum, and Sasuke’s release. “I think you can still hold it in, right?” Sasuke taunts, his hand circling the head of Naruto’s cock.
Naruto whimpers, his voice strained, “If that's what you want,” his gaze locking onto Sasuke, intense and unyielding.
Sasuke tilts his head, a challenge. “Still not convinced.”
Naruto grunts, slightly frustrated, “What do you want me to do?”
A faint smirk curls on Sasuke’s lips, a silent dare, command. “Hold it in for a minute, then you can cum.”
Naruto’s face twists in reluctance, a low grunt escaping him as he resists the idea. Still, “Just a minute?”
Sasuke arches a brow, Just? He scoffs. He doesn’t say anything, instead, he gets off of his lap to kneel. Sasuke takes hold of his length and inches closer to his cock. “Well? Can you?”
Naruto freezes for a moment, the weight of what’s about to happen slowly sinking in. He blinks, his eyes wide in disbelief, before quickly looking away. “Fuck, you’re so mean!”
“That’s not an answer, Naruto.” Sasuke looks at him from under his eyelashes, then presses a kiss to the leaking tip.
Naruto inhales, “Yeah—Yes, I can, please.”
“Good.” Sasuke doesn’t say anything further, instead pulling Naruto’s pants down to his ankles. He presses his face against Naruto’s thighs, breathes in his scent, and it gets into Sasuke’s head. He should feel embarrassed, disgusted even, but right now, Naruto smells like sweat and musk, like pure sex. Sasuke feels even hotter just from the thought of sucking Naruto off, but he’s not giving in easily. He lays feather-light kisses over Naruto’s balls, adding an occasional slip of his tongue as he does so. Naruto’s thighs shake, almost squeezing Sasuke between them, even though he hadn’t even sucked him off yet.
He continues mouthing Naruto’s balls, bringing his hand up to squeeze the head. A drop of cum drips down the shaft, and Sasuke can’t help himself–
“Shit, Sasuke–” Naruto moans, as Sasuke licks the drop, and circles his thumb on the tip, rubbing the viscous liquid around. Sasuke is a greedy person, keeping the Hokage tied up in his seat, cock heavy and hard in front of him. He slides Naruto’s cock into his mouth, presses it to the back of his throat and then some until he could see Naruto’s blonde hair dusting his lower stomach and chest. Naruto growls, a sound Sasuke didn’t even think the man was capable of doing, it was so animalistic – primal.
“Fuck,” Naruto whines, “Your mouth feels so fucking good. So hot and wet for me.”
Sasuke would smirk if he could, but the cock filling his mouth is so big his lips can’t do anything but stretch around it. He pulls back a little, leaving some space to swirl his tongue around and moans, sending vibrations up Naruto’s cock.
Naruto moans, and he can’t stop, he ruts his hips into Sasuke’s mouth a little; Sasuke would’ve pulled off immediately, given he didn’t say Naruto could do that, but the way Naruto’s cock hit the back of his throat every time –he lets it slide, for now.
“Hah, Sasuke. You feel so–ah-good! So beautiful like this, down there, sucking my cock.” Naruto’s entire body tenses, and he feels numb from the pleasure, “Sasuke, please,” He pants, then looks over to his desk clock.
Sasuke pulls off with a wet pop, following Naruto’s gaze. “That’s a minute,” and places a kiss on Naruto’s thigh, “Come.”
Naruto’s body relaxes briefly, but quickly tenses as a wave of pleasure hits him. His entire body shakes, his thighs quiver, and his arms tighten against the purple rope’s restraints. “Agh-Shit, S-So good, fuck!” His cum spurts out in strings, painting his stomach and chest, some landing on Sasuke’s face. He doesn’t do anything about it, knowing Naruto loves seeing him like that — dirtied.
Sasuke looks at Naruto, so lost in pleasure, finally relieved to have come. He smirks then leans in to take the sensitive and still hard cock back in his mouth. He sucks lightly, savoring the very taste of Naruto. Sasuke still feels hot, almost feverish. He hears Naruto catch his breath, lightly cursing here and there.
Sasuke pulls off and wipes the cum off of his face and lips, only to suck his own fingers. “You taste so good, Naruto.” Sasuke’s voice was still dripping sweetly, he wasn’t done yet.
And Naruto’s lost in the pleasure, mind clouded by lust, “Mm, do I?”
Sasuke nods, “I’m sure it wasn’t easy, hm?” He gets up and places a kiss on Naruto’s lips, who moans in reply. Sasuke pulls back to see Naruto look so fucked out – to think that the village’s strongest shinobi was bound to his office chair, stomach and thighs painted with cum — Ah, Sasuke was far from finished.
“How about another reward?” Sasuke's hand brushes against Naruto’s tanned, whiskered cheek, his touch soft and warm.
Naruto looks up at him, clouded with dazed anticipation, yet hope flickers there. “Really? ”
Sasuke nods. “It’s what you deserve.”
Naruto licks his lips, the words coming out almost like a plea. “Can I fuck you? Please?”
“Is that what you want?” Sasuke asks despite being desperate himself.
Naruto nods quickly, “Yeah. I want to. I need you, Sasuke.”
Sasuke frowns playfully, “I’m gonna need more than that, Naruto.”
Naruto whimpers, “I want to fuck you and cum inside, will you let me? Please?” He nudges his cheek onto his warm hand and Sasuke’s resolve breaks.
“Fine,” Sasuke says, his tone firm, “But only after I cum when I ride you.”
Naruto nods eagerly, his words tumbling out in a rush. “Mhm, yes—do it. Please,” he rambles, voice almost desperate.
Sasuke straddles Naruto’s lap once again, with his knees on either side of Naruto’s waist, feet folded beneath him. The small and cramped seat could only do so much, but Sasuke could work with it. He reaches for Naruto’s cock, tugging on it a few times to feel how hot and stiff it was.
He places a soft kiss on Naruto’s jaw, then leans on his chest as he slowly inches Naruto’s length inside him, slipping in almost easily. His thighs shake from the overstimulation and feeling of being so full, Naruto’s cock could never compare to his fingers—“Fuck, you’re so big, Naruto. You fill me up so well,” He praises as he feels himself being spread open.
Naruto whines, face scrunched up in pleasure, and Sasuke knows he must be itching to move. “Ngh—Sasuke, you’re so fucking tight.”
“Mhm, does it feel good? Should I stay like this then? Warm my Lord Hokage’s cock? He taunts, moving his hips in slow circles, feeling Naruto’s dick twitch inside him.
“N-No, move, please?” Naruto breathes out shakily, spreading his thighs as though to signal Sasuke to keep going.
“Mhm, promise not to cum and I’ll move.”
“But you said—“
“You’ll cum when I tell you to—when I allow you to.” His visual prowess both came to life, his gaze was dark and heavy, allowing no room for argument.
Sasuke feels Naruto’s dick twitch even more inside him as he blinked his kekkei genkai alive, he always knew Naruto had a thing for it when Sasuke used it during sex.
He smirks, then rises slowly, thighs shaking as he does so, and fuck, it feels so good — Naruto feels so hard inside him as if he didn’t just cum a minute ago. He does it again and again, slowly, “I’m surprised you haven’t cum yet,” he pauses his actions, remaining seated on Naruto’s cock. “Normally, you would’ve cum ages ago.” He teases.
Naruto grunts, and closes his eyes, “Wanna please you, wanna be good for you,” He opens his eyes, gaze matching the weight of Sasuke’s visual prowess.
Sasuke moans then rises again, and feels the tip of Naruto’s cock hit his prostate. He lets out a high pitched moan. “Yeah? You’re gonna let me use you like this? Use your cock like my fuck toy?”
Naruto nods quickly, “Yes-yes, anything. Anything to prove I’m yours,” he breathes out, chest heaving heavily each time Sasuke lifts and lowers his hips.
Anything to prove I’m yours. Sasuke’s body heats up even more, and he almost feels high on adrenaline, possessiveness, and lust. He can’t stop moaning, each movement of his hips allows Naruto’s cock to keep hitting the spot. He places his hand on Naruto’s chest, steadying himself. But each time he kept working his hips, he could feel his body weaken — he leaned onto Naruto to support him, face tucked in his neck.
He picks up his pace, his thighs burning each time he raises himself, “Ah–That’s right, You’re mine, Naruto. Just mine. All for me.” He pushes himself away from Naruto’s neck, looking at him.
Naruto tugged at the restraints, and Sasuke thought he had finally snapped, that Naruto would get himself out of his restraints and fuck Sasuke into oblivion – fuck him on his desk until it threatened to break. But no, his arms remain beautifully restrained behind him, surely with crimson marks around his arms and wrist.
Naruto watches the beautiful sight in awe, body covered in sweat and crimson blush, so unbelievably turned on by the sight. He doesn’t dare look away, even if it feels too much for him at times.
Sasuke catches the way Naruto looks at him, and smirks. “Do you like how I’m riding your cock, Lord Hokage?” He whispers lowly. He doesn’t give Naruto a chance to reply, “Anyone could walk in anytime. I bet the entire building could hear us, even from the beginning.” He leans into Naruto’s ear, he gives a small lick, “I bet Gaara was lurking around and heard us.”
“S-Shit, Sasuke, you bra–” Naruto growls, hips thrusting up.
Sasuke’s smirk widens, “Hmph, you act as if it doesn’t turn you on – as if you hate it.” He stills for a moment. “But I know you do. You’ve always loved fucking me here. Always loved letting everyone know that I’m yours — that you’re equally mine.”
Naruto growls and throws his head back, “Yeah—yeah, I do. I would keep you here if I could.”
Sasuke moans even louder, and he’s close—he feels the familiar feeling of his orgasm washing over him. Suddenly his body feels heavy, and his stomach feels tight. “I bet you’d like that, having me here to fuck.” He looks at Naruto beneath him.
Naruto smirks, “Mhm. I’d make love to you everyday, Sasuke. That way no one else could come visit my office, yeah?”
Sasuke’s body twitches in pleasure, eyes rolling back. “Yes—Yeah. F-Fuck, Naruto I’m close.”
Naruto leans in to catch Sasuke’s lips for a quick and wet kiss. “Go ahead, Sasuke. Use me, cum on my cock.”
Sasuke lets go, shaking all over from oversensitivity. “Ngh-ahh! Fuck, fuck, so good, Naruto. Your cock fucks me so good.” His cum spurts out, twitching between his and Naruto’s stomach. Sasuke feels Naruto shudder beneath him.
Naruto kissed Sasuke once more, still moaning as he came down from his high. “You haven’t forgotten about me, have you?” he asks, eyes pleading.
Sasuke looks at him with a tired smile, “Of course I haven’t. You’ve been so good for me after all..” Sasuke leans in for another kiss, one that had Naruto chasing his lips. “Mhm, you said something about wanting to fuck me and cum inside?”
Naruto visibly perks up, nodding quickly. “Yes, yes, I did. Let me, please, Sasuke.”
Sasuke nods then gets up, legs wobbling as he does so. He moves behind Naruto’s back, kneeling to untie his work. The purple obi slides off easily, allowing Naruto’s torso to visibly relax and unclench. He brings his arms in front of him, twisting and flexing around, “Holy shit,”
Sasuke returns to stand in front of Naruto; he follows his gaze and sees bright red marks on his forearms and wrist. Sasuke’s face contorts in concern, “Shit, Did I tie them too tightly? I swear I made it loose enough if you ever need to get out—“
“Fuck, no!” Naruto immediately cuts him off, pushing Sasuke on the edge of his desk.
Sasuke’s eyes widen, realizing that Naruto’s reaction wasn’t because of pain—but satisfaction and pleasure — Naruto loved the marks.
Naruto brings his arms around Sasuke’s waist, “Can I fuck you now, please?”
Sasuke smirks, then nods.
Naruto doesn’t waste any time, he lifts Sasuke up by his waist to sit him on his desk. Sasuke realizes what Naruto wanted to do, and moves his lower body by the edge. Naruto holds his cock, easing it into Sasuke almost immediately. Sasuke lets out a drawn out moan, his back easing to fully lay on the desk.
“Ah—finally,” Naruto breathes out.
Sasuke scoffs, cheeks tinged red. “You act as if I weren’t sitting on your cock a second ago.”
Naruto smiles cheekily, “Sorry. I just can’t get enough of you.”
Sasuke rolls his eyes, about to make a smart retort when Naruto takes his legs, wrapping them around his waist.
Naruto runs his hands down Sasuke’s legs, eager to finally be able to touch him. Sasuke squirms, “I didn’t get you out of your restraints just for you to stand there.”
Naruto chuckles softly, “Pft, I know. Just —let me take my time.”
Sasuke rolls his eyes, and lets out a loud moan as Naruto suddenly pulls out to thrust slowly but hard. Naruto throws his head back, grunting each time Sasuke tightens around him.
Sasuke can’t help himself, it’s as if his body wants to keep Naruto in him—it feels too good. The over sensitivity and pleasure burning his body, like heat coursing through him. And Sasuke loves it when Naruto fucks him slow, even if it tests his patience. He could feel Naruto’s very movement—each thrust, each twitch. He could feel the head of his cock driving into his prostate, hitting exactly right where Sasuke wanted him, needed him. His thighs were so wet—that each time Naruto pulled his hips back, Sasuke could feel the wetness from his tight ring of heat between his legs. Naruto hadn’t cum yet, no, but he was leaking so much inside him.
Sasuke whimpers, “Go faster.” An order.
Naruto would usually tease—make Sasuke beg for it, but right now, he’s willing to give him everything and anything he asks for. So he picks up his pace, propelling his hips into Sasuke faster, harder—
“Ahh!” Sasuke’s back arches off of the desk in pleasure, red and purple eyes heavy with lust. Naruto tucks Sasuke’s hair out of his face, and licks his lips upon seeing Sasuke’s thoroughly fucked out expression.
Sasuke pants, “Ngh—that’s it, keep fucking me like that,”
His body is so sensitive—that he feels numb. He couldn’t feel anything else beside Naruto’s cock. And he could feel that his eyes were puffy and damp, mouth wet and pink, cock leaking heavily. His toes curl in pleasure, hand wrapping around Naruto’s back, holding on for dear life.
Naruto leans down, chest heaving, “Am I doing good, Sasuke? Am I fucking you like how you wanted?” He looks at him, eyes pleading.
Sasuke drowns in blue—blue, blue, and blue. He closes his eyes, overwhelmed. “Yes,” he breathes out, nodding. You always do.
“Look at me and tell me,” Naruto licks his lips, “Tell me I’m doing good.”
Sasuke opens his eyes, a soft gasp escaping him. “Mhm... You’re doing so good, Naruto. Only you can have me like this.” He feels Naruto’s movements falter, his grip on Sasuke’s waist turning bruising. He’s close.
“Fuck, Sasuke, you—“
Sasuke places his hand on Naruto’s cheek, interrupting him, “Naruto, ah—! Make me cum, I-I’m close,” his mouth hangs open in bliss, beautiful and loud moans spilling out.
“Mhm—Anything, anything, Sasuke.” Naruto breathes out as he picks up the pace, holding Sasuke by his hips, pulling him towards him to meet his thrusts. The room felt hotter, and he feels so sticky from all the sweat, cum, and oil. Each thrust was loud and wet, ringing out in the office. The desk was creaking now, screeching each time Naruto fucked into him.
Naruto’s hips were slapping loudly against Sasuke’s thighs as he kept pounding him. Sasuke was certain that the entire building knew what they were doing. A small smile curled on his lips. He didn’t care about anything else — not the rumors, not the Kazekage, not even the possibility of someone pressing an ear to Naruto’s office door. Right now, everything was Naruto. And he had him exactly where he wanted — right inside him, completely his.
“Fuck,Naruto!!” Sasuke comes almost immediately, his cock feels as if it's aching from having come so much. He didn’t want to stop, even after he comes, even if Naruto comes— he wants to keep doing this, to keep having Naruto like this. His eyes drift to Naruto in front of him, memorizing each muscle of his torso as he fucked into him, each scrunch of his face in pleasure.
“Sasuke—Sasuke, you’re so beautiful,” Naruto praises, “Can I cum inside you? Please? You promised—“ he begs almost pitifully.
Sasuke didn’t actually need for him to beg, he needs Naruto to come inside him as much as Naruto wants to. “Do it. Give me your cum,”
Sasuke immediately feels Naruto’s release gush inside him, as Naruto fucks him through his own climax, body twitching and spasming as he does so. “Ah-Sasuke— hah, so good, so fucking good.”
Sasuke comes dry, and moans even louder, and he never realized he could get this loud, really. His body falls limp, as he allowed Naruto to slowly rock his hips, having lost the strength to keep up anymore. He could feel Naruto’s cum fill him up, and he feels so full—
“Sasuke, fuck—T-Thank you,” Naruto’s body relaxes, but his hands run all over Sasuke’s body. He leans down, kissing Sasuke deeply.
Sasuke’s hand wound up in Naruto’s hair in a fierce grip, returning the kiss with equal fervour. Naruto pulls away, placing a quick peck on his forehead before leaning up to pull out.
Naruto licks his lips at the sight of Sasuke’s red tight heat clenching around nothing, and filled with his release. “Fuck,”
Naruto scratches the back of his neck, a sheepish grin tugging at his lips. "Sorry about that. I'll grab some pain ointment for you later... if you decide to stay the night here in the village, of course."
Sasuke narrows his eyes, arms crossed. "You did this on purpose to get me to stay, didn't you?"
Naruto tilts his head innocently. "Did what on purpose?"
Sasuke sighs, a smirk creeping up. "Never mind. Forget I said anything."
There's a brief pause, the tension thick in the air.
Naruto gingerly rubs his bandaged arm, eyes glinting mischievously. "So, did I prove it?"
Sasuke raises an eyebrow, then without warning, presses a quick kiss to Naruto’s lips. He pulls back, making a noise of satisfaction. "Mhm. You’d better keep your promise, Lord Hokage."
Naruto laughs, shaking his head. "You know I will."
Sasuke smirks, his gaze flicking toward the door. "Yeah, I think everyone knows that by now." And hopefully, even the Kazekage.
Naruto’s jaw drops, his face turns bright red. “S-Sasuke!”
From behind the door, there's a sudden burst of awkward shuffling and hushed whispers. The faint sound of flustered murmurs drifts through the walls of the Hokage Tower.
Sasuke chuckles, pulling Naruto for another kiss, his tone low and possessive, “You’ve shown me you’re mine, and now I’ll make sure no one dares to forget it.”
When they finally pulled apart, breaths shallow and quick, the unspoken words hung heavy in the space between them. There was a hunger in the air—mutual, unacknowledged—but neither one could deny it. The tension between them was thick, something more than just desire, though neither would put a name to it. It was a yearning, equal and undeniable, a silent promise neither was ready to voice yet, but both felt it pulling them closer, binding them in a way neither could resist.
Perhaps, someday, the words would fall from their lips, but for now, the silence spoke volumes. Sasuke was Naruto’s, and Naruto was Sasuke’s. That was enough—more than enough—to keep them tethered in this unspoken claim.