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Sasuke liked to be held down. He’d known that for a while now; it had gotten more obvious with every other time they’d fucked. Sasuke would grab his hand — holding him up, braced on Sasuke’s chest — and hold it down against him, or even pull it towards his throat.
The first time he watched Sasuke’s reaction to his hand around his throat, his eyes rolling back in pleasure, Naruto felt like he was having an outer body experience.
It had happened more often, since then. Sasuke handing Naruto his arm when he was being fucked from behind, and Naruto holding it behind his back tightly as if he was holding him in a lock. Sasuke nudging him towards his head, and moaning out when he either pushed him into the mattress or pulled him back by his hair.
It— well— it did things to him that he hadn’t expected to ever feel. He wondered if he conditioned himself to enjoy these things; a soft nostalgia from their fights burning inside of him saying finally. Finally you have him. Finally consensual. Finally— all that unresolved shit can be— this. Them. Them breathing in each other’s air. Both of them shivering with pleasure. He guessed they deserved it, after all the pain they’d caused each other.
Sasuke had gotten bolder, these last few times. Speaking his mind — telling him hold me there, push me there, choke me now — and he’d been delighted about it. Except that the last time they fucked he was holding Sasuke’s legs, pushing into him deeply, barely able to catch his own breath and keep himself from tumbling over, and Sasuke had asked, moaned, commanded for him to hold him down.
“Fuck, Sas—“ he’d chuckled, frustrated only with himself. “I’ve only got two hands.”
It had been a complaint, really. No matter how much he’d wanted to; he could only hold Sasuke in so many places. Sasuke hadn’t cussed him out, nor laughed, in reply— he’d whimpered with want, as if he was getting teased on purpose. Only when they’d changed positions, when he was fucking Sasuke slower through his orgasm, he’d tried to grab both his wrist and neck, holding him in place clumsily as he came uncontrolled.
He only had two hands. His prosthese arm was naturally his own with every movement, and his strength unmatched— yet he only had two hands. He could still not touch Sasuke everywhere, please him exactly like he’d begged for in his late night moans.
He’d thought that, until now. He often credited himself for being inventive, or rather than that, bold. He just really hoped Sasuke would appreciate it as well. He felt prepared to start a fight over this.
But they’d been good.
From their first time fucking out of frustration, to showing each other what they enjoyed, to talking about how they felt about each other; it had been good. Still. Still, he knew the two of them could burn and fight like no one else could. He knew Sasuke could be unpredictable like a storm.
He really, really hoped that Sasuke wouldn’t mind being greeted by a shadow clone in his room, hot and bothered. It glanced at Naruto nervously as he heard Sasuke come out of the bathroom. Naruto felt just the same; giddy with it. He kept his eyes on the door, waiting for Sasuke to step in.
When he finally did, Sasuke stopped in the door opening, watching him and the clone carefully; a towel wrapped around his hips, his hair wet and some drops on the shoulder where Sasuke couldn’t quite reach. He watched and, eventually, he raised his eyebrows at Naruto — picking out the real him faster than any shinobi ever had — questioningly. “What’s this?”
He sounded stern, but not upset or offended. That was good. His clone was fidgeting slightly, waiting for him to take the lead. Knowing darn well what Naruto had called him out for; created him for.
Naruto just really hoped Sasuke remembered what he’d said when he answered: “More than two hands. Eh, for you.”
Sasuke finally let his eyes slide over his clone, seemingly thinking about it. Naruto wondered if Sasuke had even been capable of fully understanding him when he'd frustratedly mentioned that he couldn’t touch Sasuke like he had more than two hands. Maybe he didn’t remember being— in a haze, moaning out underneath him, almost coming.
“Ah,” Sasuke mumbled, something stern yet amused in his voice. “You want to let your clone fuck me?”
His clone sat up straighter, blushing all the way to his ears at the words. Huh. Naruto had never seen himself like that. It had him shy as well, answering: “Want to give you what you’re always asking for. We want that.” The clone nodded, eager.
Sasuke huffed, glancing from his clone back to him. Naruto knew Sasuke to be in charge, not moving an inch unless he actually wanted to. In charge until he finally, completely let go. That was fine; Naruto was planning on making him let go.
Naruto reached out and, to his surprise, Sasuke walked up to him without a further complaint. He leaned in and placed his lips onto Sasuke’s still wet neck, kissing him and then softly scratching his teeth over the pale skin.
He carefully let his hands slide up towards Sasuke’s neck and, as he pulled back, he wrapped his fingers around his throat. Sasuke bared himself, his slight wet black locks falling back.
Slowly, Sasuke breathed out, his eyes hazy from just one simple touch.
“If you want that.”
Naruto’s heart tightened with something between excitement and lust as Sasuke looked into his eyes, something fierce to them, and nodded.
Yes, he was saying. Yes to both of them. Yes to trying something more, new, together.
Before Naruto could move, his clone came up behind Sasuke and pressed himself against Sasuke’s back. He took a handful of Sasuke’s hair and breathed into his neck where Naruto had just kissed him. Naruto could feel the breath in against his own fingertips, felt the slight pressure of Sasuke’s body and he was being pressed forward. He felt Sasuke letting go slightly, safe and stuck between them. He watched as his clone pressed open mouthed kisses against Sasuke’s skin, sucking the skin into his mouth.
When Sasuke finally looked up, he looked straight into Naruto’s eyes. Amused. “Just going to watch?” he whispered, leaning further into his clone.
Naruto swallowed. “Shut up.”
Sasuke chuckled, reaching out to Naruto’s shirt and grabbing a hold of it. “I was promised—”
Naruto grabbed onto Sasuke’s wrist and pushed it into a lock. “Grab onto him for me,” he told his clone, who took over instantly, pulling Sasuke’s arm behind his back and pushing him forward. “Hair,” he breathed out, and the clone grabbed a full hand of Sasuke’s hair, pulling to make Sasuke look up at him. From that position, Sasuke watched him with wide and hazy eyes, a smile playing at his lips. Maybe a daring one. Maybe simply a content one. One that was well aware that he was what made him act like this.
Slowly — he knew by now, that Sasuke loved the teasing — he unbuttoned his pants until he could slip both of his pants and underwear off his legs in one go. He stepped out of his pants, towards Sasuke. His cock was already hard. When he stepped forward, the tip touched Sasuke’s face.
Sasuke, the same mischievous smile on his lips, opened his mouth and let his tongue slide over the sensitive skin. He let out a desperate breath, but held back. “This what you want?”
“Idiot,” Sasuke mumbled, his voice hoarse.
“No, tell me.”
“You know what I want. You—” Sasuke breathed out, almost painfully. “You know. Please—”
His heartbeat doubled, his stomach rising to his chest. He couldn’t stop himself from stepping forward if he tried. He placed his cock against Sasuke’s lips, feeling the warmth of his tongue and breath against it. And Sasuke — held back and up— could only open his mouth for him to fuck into.
Naruto, wanting to hold him more, took Sasuke’s hair from his clone and pulled it from his face, enough for Sasuke to keep looking into his eyes, and found himself whispering sweet compliments. You’re so beautiful like this. So hot.
Sasuke moaned around his cock, trying to keep his eyes open with a hazy watery look in them, and then he suddenly let out a surprised gasp—
Naruto ripped his eyes away and found his clone with one hand holding Sasuke up, back, and the other one between Sasuke’s legs, fingering him open. His heart skyrocketed. This was him, too, in a way. He had to remind himself.
Yet he asked: “That okay?” And Sasuke, unable to nod in his current state, just let out a tight and pleased sounding moan. Naruto watched his clone, his hands all over Sasuke, his fingers slowly spreading Sasuke open and Sasuke looked into his eyes with his cock still against his lips, his eyes speaking for him.
You wanted this. Give me what I want, then.
He pressed his fingers into Sasuke’s mouth and whispered: “Open up wider.” Like that, he pushed Sasuke’s lips apart roughly, saliva dripping off his fingers, before he pushed his cock into Sasuke’s mouth with them, spreading his lips as widely as it possibly could. He pulled his lover closer to him, grabbing onto his neck and pulling him onto his cock instead of pressing in.
His clone got the message, falling into one pace with him as he fingered Sasuke open, pushing him forward, driving him closer and closer towards him. Sasuke let himself be pushed, pulled, moving without any restraint or question.
He guessed that was what Sasuke wanted, from being handled; to let go. Naruto couldn’t quite believe that that was what got him going most; this beautiful man open mouthed and moaning onto his dick and what turned Naruto on most was the fact Sasuke trusted him. Enough to let go, finally.
Let go in the presence of more than just one of him.
As a shiver went through his body, he pushed Sasuke’s head back, off him. His clone looked at him, surprised, curiously. Sasuke, though, chuckled hoarsely, his eyes hooded and dark as he looked up. Knowing him. Better than himself, perhaps.
And Naruto knew him too, recognised the scrunch of his face as his clone pulled out his fingers, leaving Sasuke open and wanting. Him. Wanting them. Impatiently and sensitively. So Naruto was soft about it, unlike how they’d held him in place, when he led him towards the bed and pushed him onto his back. Soft as he leaned in and kissed the mouth that was wet from his own precum.
“Good?” He asked, and Sasuke had something soft about him too, as he nodded, slightly wide eyed.
Naruto grabbed onto his legs and held them up with one hand. He glanced at the clone, lingering behind, and nodded towards Sasuke’s upper body. Sasuke, watching the clone come towards him, let out a shaky breath.
The clone swallowed, repeated his words. “Is this good?”
“Shut up,” Sasuke bit out, though his voice was slightly tight, shaky. Then, towards him: “Are you going to fuck me, or not?”
He found himself chuckling at the same time as his clone. “Jerk,” he mumbled, as he lined up his cock against the rim of Sasuke’s asshole. Wide and ready from his clone’s fingers. His clone, not even a second later, pressed those same fingers into Sasuke’s mouth and put his hand around his throat, saying: “Touchy, hm?”
Sasuke, not quite able to moan, let his eyes roll back and pressed up his hips; pushing himself against the tip of his cock, sending shivers through Naruto’s entire body.
He grabbed onto Sasuke’s hips tightly, and held him in place, his fingers pressing into his skin until it was red with it. Then he slowly let his sensitive hard on slide into the warmth of Sasuke’s hole. Inside of him, his stomach erupted. His vision blurred, coloured as shivers went through his body at the first touch.
Where his body was still reeling from Sasuke’s mouth, now it erupted at the tightness. He pressed in deeper, as deep as he could, gripping onto Sasuke tightly and watching Sasuke squirm at the pressure while being held down by his clone’s hand.
Then, through that haze, he heard his clone ask: “Can I—”
And his clone was him, in a sense, and he knew how it felt to replace those wet fingers with a cock that had been longing for it, tight and painful in his pants. His clone was him in a sense so, with his own cock deep inside of this beautiful man and sweat against his temples he agreed. “Yeah,” he found himself saying hoarsely, as if it was his choice.
The clone was him in a sense so within a second he had his pants at his knees and he’d turned Sasuke’s face towards his own crotch by the chin roughly. Him, in a sense, so he looked into Sasuke’s hazy eyes with big and amazed ones as he pressed his cock between Sasuke’s lips, Sasuke’s warm tongue inviting him in without even a hint of hesitance.
“Holy fuck—“ he caught himself moaning out, his own cock thick and deep into Sasuke and Sasuke— Sasuke let go. He moaned out loudly against the clone’s cock, let his arm go slack, and let himself get fucked with his eyes rolling backwards.
Naruto held him in place, grabbed onto his relaxed limps, and fucked into Sasuke the way he knew he liked it most; deeply and powerful. Not fast per se; but like he was planning on becoming one with him.
He felt Sasuke’s fingers against his leg, his body slack as he came untouched against his own stomach, his upper legs pressed against his cock wetting. Naruto let go of the death grip on his hips and — with his heart skipping a beat, in spite of it all — he interlaced their fingers.
He held Sasuke’s hand sweetly, like a teenager in love, as he mercilessly fucked him through it. He held his hand sweetly as his clone braced himself and started thrusting into Sasuke’s mouth with heavy moans slipping from his mouth.
He watched Sasuke scrunch his eyes together, a choked and muffled moan, and then widen his eyes as his clone started cumming into his mouth— his cock no doubt sensitively hard from watching the two of them earlier. Sasuke choked on the cum slightly, but kept his lips wide open as the cock slipped out. Open for his cum or to share the delicious warmth of the tip of his tongue and Naruto—
Naruto had always felt that Sasuke was hot like that; it had been hot seeing Sasuke on his cock from above, but this was different. This was a whole fucking lot different.
“Shit,” he breathed out as he felt his own cock thicken and burn. He felt his entire body shiver, implode. He watched in a haze as Sasuke opened his eyes, cum dripping off his lips and cheeks— his cum. Sasuke let him do this. Sasuke wanted to take many of him, as much of him as he would give, but Naruto knew there would never be anyone else.
He would never let anyone else touch him the same.
Sasuke looked at him, red bruises against his neck and covered in sweat and cum and— and he looked at Naruto like he knew. He knew what one look from him would do to him. Sasuke knew him.
And Naruto let go. He let himself fall forward, between Sasuke’s legs, and allowed himself to fall apart. He felt his orgasm pull through him painfully and, as it reached its high, he felt the clone that was panting next to them erupt suddenly.
Memories and feelings of the clone flooded in, raced through his body. Naruto felt every touch, every shiver, every thought enter him. He felt Sasuke’s tongue, his touch, his eyes on him. He saw white, faint with pleasure. He heard himself moaning distantly, painful and loudly.
He felt Sasuke’s warm body against him. Then, softly, he felt Sasuke’s hand in his hair. He pushed his hair from his face, and softly placed a kiss against his temple; hugging him as much as he could, allowing Naruto to come undone in his arms.
“Oh, fuck— I—“ he had not expected himself to be this affected, not prepared to feel like this doubled. He tried to catch his breath, trying to calm his shivering body, his high mind.
Slowly, he pulled out carefully, pulled back just to look at Sasuke underneath him. He was not able to find the words for what he was feeling.
He looked at Sasuke underneath him, hoping that it had not been too much, even if he knew it had been a lot, and realised that he didn’t need words; Sasuke, red in the neck and messy, looked at him with hazy eyes, the hint of a smile on his lips.
His heart settled. He knew Sasuke. Fuck. He loved him.
“Yeah?” He asked, trusting that Sasuke would understand.
Sasuke huffed, a soft chuckle. “You’re a whirlwind you know that?”
He laughed, hearing the compliment for what it was. “Yeah?”
“A real handful,” he added.
Naruto leaned in and pressed a kiss to Sasuke’s lips. A soft one, a sweet one. Sasuke let out a deep breath as their lips met, and Naruto knew him.
“I love you so fucking much,” he whispered.
Sasuke blinked up at him, amused, and hoarsely, sensitive, fucked thoroughly, he mumbled: “Mhm, yeah I gathered.”