The only moment they almost get caught is as everyone’s getting up to leave, treaties and documents tucked beneath arms and banter turning to inconsequential things now that all the formalities were over for the evening. There’s a few seconds when Naruto nearly thinks they’ll all leave without him, head down to the local pub and get several rounds in before they notice his presence—but then Gaara turns at the door and arches a brow at him, just as he’s pressing his hands together.
“Hokage-sama?” he asks, concern only evident in the faint wrinkle of his brow.
“I just need to finish a few things,” Naruto replies in as level a voice as he can manage—
And though Gaara looks like he wants to turn back fully, stride over and gently coax him into after-meeting drinks—the Mizukage hails him at the stairs and, with one last lingering glance, Gaara nods to Naruto and closes the door behind himself.
“You can all leave now,” Naruto addresses to the ANBU hidden in the eaves next—and though they, too, hesitate briefly as duty warred with the need for a break, they eventually leave.
It’s been another long day in the Kage summit, after all, and the ANBU have family to return to.
But instead of doing the same…
Kai, Naruto murmurs, and the sound of shattering glass barely covers his depraved moan.
Grunts and moans bounce around the Hokage’s office, windows temporarily darkened by the very jutsu that had kept Sasuke hidden beneath Naruto’s desk. He’d come in to report and stopped when he’d heard voices at the door, Gaara’s low rasp at odds with Naruto’s boisterous tone—but instead of delivering his report later, he’d cloaked himself in the strongest genjutsu available to him and slipped in. Had there been someone with a counter for the Sharingan, they might’ve been able to see through it… but with the Rinnegan’s power behind it too?
Not even Kurama had noticed, half-awake as he’d been inside Naruto as they’d talked politics, and Sasuke had slipped under Naruto’s office desk without a single hitch.
Why the fuck didn’t you wait, Naruto’s hissing now, but there’s nothing languid about the way he grips fistfuls of Sasuke’s hair and fucks into his mouth. Even if Sasuke had been able to answer around his girth or through the punishing pace, Naruto tugs at his hair until there’s tears in his eyes and conveys his displeasure through a glare.
But for all that he could’ve orgasmed right in front of the Elemental Countries’ leaders, for all that he was a hair’s breadth from cumming several times through that meeting, Naruto had been lovingly brought back from the tipping point each and every time.
No, not lovingly—possessively, because they had never let someone else see the expressions they made around each other. There was no love in this, no affection in the way they took from each other then dug deeper to take some more—
Focus on me when I’m sucking you off, Sasuke draws back from Naruto’s cock to rasp, then takes all of him down in one go and swallows.
It’s the impetus Naruto finally needs to cum, violent in its abruptness and all the headier for it. He ends up almost ripping chunks of hair from Sasuke’s scalp—but before he can even think about giving an apology, Sasuke’s shoving his chair back and rising fluidly to his feet. Focus on me, Sasuke repeats, ripping his shirt off before he fists his own hand in Naruto’s hair…
And with all his pale skin on display, milky white begging to be marked with teeth and lips and nails, who’s Naruto to deny him?
It doesn’t take long after that for Sasuke to fuck himself on Naruto’s cock, head thrown back and throat convulsing from the burn of too much and not enough. There’s no telling if someone will come back to check on their beloved Hokage, needlessly worried for his welfare and erroneously believing he’s hard at work when he’s only working at Sasuke’s asshole, and that danger gives them an extra edge to their hard, desperate fucking.
There’s a moment when Sasuke almost mouths something like miss you in between one thrust at the next, but Naruto’s too busy jerking at his cock to pay attention. There’s another when Naruto almost mouths love you, but Sasuke’s too busy cumming with a groan to read his lips.
It’s a mess of sweat and spunk when they separate from each other, righting clothes and furniture in utter silence once they’re both down from their high—
But by the time Naruto ventures down to join the other Kage at the bar and Sasuke slips back home, the office is pristine and smells only of paper, ink and the air freshener Naruto habitually uses in there.
“What’s those scratches on your back, dear?”
“Oh, those? Ah, I thought it was just muscle fatigue from sitting in my new seat for too long!”
“They look like fingernail scratches though…?”
“Don’t you worry about them, dear—I’m perfectly fine! Or don’t you believe me?”
“Of course not! But—”
“Come to bed already, will you?”
Lord have mercy on the witnesses.