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What Naruto loved the most about being in bed with Sasuke was how easy it was for them to get in the mood.
Even if they stopped to play around and joke about something, the very next moment they were back at tearing each other’s clothes off and sliding their tongues against each other’s. The heat would build up pretty much immediately as soon as Naruto ran his hands through Sasuke’s skin, always lightly, making the other squirm on top of him. Naruto loved the way his hand felt on Sasuke’s back, thighs and hips; loved to hold him as Sasuke moved on top of his leg trying to get some friction; loved that when Sasuke felt particularly good he would throw his head back and leave the skin of his neck available for Naruto to ravish with his teeth.
At that moment, Naruto was revelling in the contrast between his tanned hand and Sasuke’s pale thigh as the other adjusted himself on top of Naruto’s cock. It wasn’t always that they’d manage to get Sasuke this wet so early, so Naruto felt almost insane as he felt the humid heat around him, and the tightness, god. Sasuke went down slowly and teasingly, and when he finally sank to the hilt, Naruto took a second to enjoy just the weight of Sasuke on his hips, how he fit there deliciously.
Naruto always really wanted to move in sync with Sasuke when they were like this, but Sasuke seemed to lose his mind a little every time, sink into a space inside his head where he would only lose himself in pleasure and forget about his surroundings completely, and would ride hard.
He loved when Sasuke was seeking pleasure, the way he’d move almost desperately, with heavy breathing and sweat running down his back, his black hair sticking to his face to make a very sexy picture to look at. Naruto loved how, after Sasuke started to lose control, he’d move his hips stutteringly, but terrifyingly strong, sinking Naruto into the mattress with every time their hips met. Naruto tried, sometimes, bucking up to meet him halfway, but it always felt like he was throwing Sasuke’s perfect rhythm off somehow, and it was really just nicer to let Sasuke do his own thing — especially because then Naruto could focus on other things, like how hot their skins were in contact with each other, or how it felt good to take a hold of a lock of hair on the nape of Sasuke’s head and pull.
He would squeeze and slap Sasuke’s ass to make him tremble, and kiss a nice moan out of him. Sometimes, they were so enthralled by how good their fucking felt that they wouldn’t even kiss for a long period of time. When Sasuke eventually slowed down, either for tiredness or because it felt good to just make Naruto’s cock slowly and strongly rub against his walls, Naruto would remember that he couldn’t live without Sasuke’s kisses, and would pull him back down by the back of his neck, getting a whimper out of him. Just a little while of kissing, and Sasuke would get rough again.
God, how Naruto loved when Sasuke got rough. The bed creaking and mattress sinking, his hip colliding with the part where Sasuke’s thighs meet his ass, over and over again so hard it would start to feel sensitive — the good kind of sensitive.
He did get a little bit worried sometimes, scared that if Sasuke applied just the tiniest bit more of force to his thrusts then something would eventually snap — be it his hip or his cock — but the worry added fuel to the fire; as in, made him even more into all that was going on. He liked a little bit of pain, a little bit of danger. Sometimes even more than just a little…
Sasuke would, sometimes, unprompted, slap his face. Not just once: a good amount of slaps in quick succession, and he had such a heavy hand; it was so nice. Naruto felt his cheek warm and stingy, and that aided to the heat and pleasure he was feeling in between his legs.
His crotch was drenched in sweat from both of them, and their mouths were also wet and slick from their sloppy kisses. He bit Sasuke’s lower lip, trying his best to avoid pulling on his lip ring, just as he felt him clenching on his cock, and both of them moaned, high pitched, desperate. Sasuke took control again, as he would when he got desperate. It was funny, because he frequently demanded that Naruto should be less gentle with him in bed, but he was always the rougher one, and damn, Naruto liked to be controlled, to be used for his pleasure.
Naruto lost his mind every time he was eating Sasuke out and Sasuke would take hold of his hair and fuck his face. He liked strong friction in between his lips, and Naruto was always more than glad to just stick his tongue out and let Sasuke forcefully take his pleasure, rubbing relentlessly against Naruto’s tongue and chin. The same was when Naruto was fucking him and Sasuke would get so impatient he’d take control of whatever it is that was inside him — be it Naruto’s cock or his hand — and use it for his pleasure. Even when Naruto’s cock wasn’t involved, he felt like he could come just like that: just from watching Sasuke lose himself, from feeling Sasuke’s chest sliding against his with every move, from hugging Sasuke tightly with his head on his shoulder in the middle of some heavy humping.
Don’t get him wrong — Naruto also liked to be rough sometimes. To leave a nice, sounding, stinging slap on Sasuke’s ass, or to close his hand around Sasuke’s neck when Sasuke was desperately humping against him and just hold, apply just enough force so that Sasuke really feels it. But Sasuke somehow always had the upper hand, because Naruto was so gone. He was so much at Sasuke’s mercy that whatever Sasuke wanted he’d give, however hard Sasuke wanted to be fucked Naruto would try, and if he could spend hours non stop just kissing every single inch of skin on Sasuke’s body he would.
When Naruto got close, he would get really overwhelmed and plainly desperate. Like it would be the most disastrous thing ever if Sasuke stopped touching him, stopped fucking him in that focused, sensual way Sasuke would get when fucking Naruto’s ass. Sometimes he felt like screaming for Sasuke to not stop, please. Please, please, harder. He was almost always too shy to scream anything, though, contrary to his personality any other time that didn’t involve being fucked stupid.
But Sasuke would know, because Naruto was loud with his gasps and cries. Both of them were, when the time was right. And, most importantly, they knew each other. Even if they were unsure of something, they always talked it out after. That was, probably, what made the time they spend together so good, caring and special. The fact that they listened to each other, and were always trying to find ways to make one another happier.
Naruto was always too giddy, too happy around Sasuke because of that. Because he felt like they were right for each other in a lot of ways. All the ways that mattered.