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The drive back home was quiet. The radio was on low volume, and Sasuke kept holding Naruto’s hand on the middle console, their fingers intertwined—Naruto removed his hand only to switch gears, but then he took Sasuke’s hand again.
It was over too soon, and Sasuke really didn’t feel like leaving. The session had gone really well, and Naruto had fed him after, so it was all good, but the fluttering in his belly was just getting worse. Especially during the moment of aftercare, when he could feel Naruto’s body against his, hear the dom’s soft words he probably didn’t mean for him to hear.
Or when Naruto had planted a kiss into Sasuke’s hair. He’d been almost completely asleep by then, but he’d surfaced only for a moment to feel it before passing out again.
He could understand why romance and kink partnerships were a terrible combo. His unrequited crush on Naruto was just getting stronger, and it had the risk of ruining everything—and the thought was horrifying, especially now that Sasuke had finally gotten the contract he’d so desperately wanted.
Naruto stopped the car to the side of the road, but just as Sasuke was planning on taking his hand back to open his seatbelt, Naruto raised their hands. Then, without moving his eyes away from Sasuke’s face, he kissed his knuckles.
Sasuke went red. He went red so fast it had to be a world record. He made a choked noise.
“Have a nice evening, Little One,” Naruto said, chuckling, and released Sasuke’s hand.
“Uhm. Okay. Thanks. Sir.” Sasuke opened the seatbelt and got out of the car.
Once he was inside the elevator, he hid his face behind his hands.
At home, Sasuke took a hot shower, dressed up in fresh pajamas and then went to the kitchen. He was working on autopilot, so it took him a couple of seconds to remember that he wasn’t allowed to drink coffee—and that the coffee jar wasn’t even in the cabinet in its usual place.
Sasuke could also drink tea. He’d been buying several different blends, tried them with and without honey (he preferred without honey), and was slowly finding his favorites.
Muttering to himself, he set the kettle to boil, took out his mug and the tea, and waited. Once the water was hot, he prepared the tea and then carried the mug to the living room.
Haku was sitting on the sofa, typing away on his laptop.
“You’re still working?” Sasuke asked as he sat down with a sigh.
“Today was crazy busy and I have so many summaries and reports to write,” Haku groaned. He worked in a childcare unit that was open around the clock, so he often had evening and night shifts. “There was this one gremlin who tried to throw hot water on me. Just—went to specifically boil it and throw it on my face.”
Sasuke froze. “Ouch.”
“Yeah, we were able to wrangle the kettle away from him, so the water splashed mostly on the floor.” Haku yawned. “It was frightening anyway. How did the session go?”
Sasuke smiled dreamily. “It was perfect.” He didn’t tell too many details—those were only for him and Naruto—just the gist of it.
“Funny coincidence that he also used the vibrators,” Haku laughed.
“Yeah. The way you used them was good, but—” Sasuke blushed.
“Naruto’s way was better,” Haku said and grinned smugly. “I get it, Sasuke, I get it.”
They watched TV together as Sasuke drank his tea, and then he went to brush his teeth.
His face was still glowing from the session, his dark eyes shining. The light of the bathroom glinted on the day collar, and Sasuke touched it.
He went to bed and took out his phone.
Me (23:03)
I’m going to sleep now. Good night, Sir.
Naruto (23:04)
Good night, Little One.
***
Three days later Sasuke woke up in the morning with a groan.
It had to happen sooner or later, he supposed as he acknowledged the throb in his dick.
He was absolutely positive that the rule meant morning boners as well, so he had three choices. To wait for it to pass, to jerk off without permission, or to be a good boy and ask for it.
“Fuck,” Sasuke muttered and grabbed his phone.
Me (7:19)
Good morning, Sir.
I would like to request a permission to take care of my morning boner.
Naruto (7:22)
Good morning, Little One.
Look at you, so polite. I like that. How about you ask me again after you edged yourself once?
Sasuke howled.
“Sasuke? You okay?” Haku called.
“I’m fine!” Sasuke said back. “Just. Having a moment.”
“Okay, coffee is ready,” Haku said through the door. “I’m leaving for work now.”
Once the apartment was quiet, Sasuke returned to his phone.
Me (7:25)
That’s mean. You are a meanie. Sir.
Fine.
Sasuke sighed, put his phone aside and slid his hand inside his pants. Since he was very well versed in edging by now, it was easy to stroke himself far enough. He leaned back, his breathing picked up, and just as he was about to come, he forced himself to stop and took his hand back. The throb was terrible, Sasuke squirmed on the bed and focused on everything else until the worst passed. Then he took his phone again.
Me (7:36)
I edged myself once. Sir. Do I have a permission to come now?
Naruto (7:37)
That’s my good boy.
You do. And don’t forget to record yourself. Don’t hold back. I want to hear you. Come for me, Little One.
It was followed by a voice message, with Naruto’s raspy tone. “And think of me when you do.”
“I always do,” Sasuke muttered.
He took his phone in his right hand and his left into his pants, and then he pressed record.
Sasuke decided to just forget he was recording and did as Sir had asked—held nothing back. When he did come, he did so with a guttural, deep moan, ending the recording with, “Was that satisfactory, Sir?” Then he sent it.
Naruto replied shortly after with a voice message as well, his voice breathy. “Very satisfying, Little One. Now, drink some water, not just coffee, and have a good morning. You did very good.”
Sasuke laughed a bit as he typed his response.
Me (7:43)
Thank you, Sir.
Insulin, Sir.
After that, he got up, threw his soiled pants in the hamper, took a quick shower, and had his morning coffee. Haku had woken up early to make onigiri, so Sasuke ate two. Then he drank a glass of water like the good sub he was, before returning to his room.
He was so in his thoughts he almost chose his clothes himself, but then snatched a quick pic from his closet and waited for Naruto’s decision.
After that, he got dressed and left for school.
***
Spring break was fast approaching, and with that, Sasuke’s last year at the university. He was fully committed to writing the bookbinder book, and he had until the end of May to get it done. Considering the word count required for the entry (50,000 words) Sasuke was confident in his ability to get it done in time. He was already halfway in, and he was planning it on being the first book in a series, so meeting the word count and other requirements wasn’t an issue.
Sasuke hadn’t been hanging around with his school friends that much recently, but it was mostly because they didn’t really have anything in common outside of school. They sometimes went to town or to the arcade together, or in rare cases, clubbing. Sasuke spent most of his time with either Haku or Naruto now, but he wasn’t complaining. Especially since Kiba still threw thinly veiled, nasty remarks about him.
“We’re going clubbing on Saturday, would you like to come with us?” Suigetsu asked during lunch break.
Sasuke had just taken a picture of his food (and proven there wasn’t a cup of coffee there) and raised his head. “Where are you planning on going?” he asked.
Kiba and Suigetsu glanced at each other. “There’s this one club, the Chidori,” Kiba said slowly. “We could check it out.”
Sasuke’s heart jumped, then it started pounding. Then he thought about Naruto and all of Naruto’s reassurances that he was amazing like the way he was. He bit the inside of his cheek to hide his smile.
Neither Kiba nor Suigetsu knew that Sasuke was very familiar with the club. A plan was taking shape in his mind as he said, “Huh, sure.”
They agreed to meet seven at the club, and while Kiba and Suigetsu planned, Sasuke wrote a text.
Me (12:19)
I have a favor to ask, Sir.
Naruto (12:20)
What do you need, Little One?
Sasuke typed his plan, and got a string of laughing emoji from Naruto and the promise to help him.
Then Sasuke opened a new chat.
Me (12:22)
I’m coming to the club on Saturday, but you have to pretend you don’t know me.
Ino (12:24)
Huh? What? Why?
Me (12:25)
Coming with some friends. They don’t know I’m a regular. I was thinking of showing them.
Ino (12:27)
Ohhhh. I get it. Very well, baby bird. I shall do as you asked.
Then Sasuke spent the next ten minutes having a mental breakdown because of the sweet nickname Ino had given him.
***
Sasuke prepared for the club with up to relatively normally to his standards, considering this was going to be a jab to Kiba and Suigetsu. He chose his outfit with Naruto and had regular jeans, but Naruto wanted him to wear the burnt orange-colored crop hoodie with it. Sasuke finished the outfit with black fingerless gloves and then brushed the day collar again. One reason to use the hoodie was the generous opening around his neck—it showed his day collar and it would show his play collar as well.
Kiba and Suigetsu were already waiting for him at the doors, still glancing at each other, obviously thinking they could make Sasuke sputter with the stuff they saw inside.
Ino stood behind the reception as Sasuke got in with the others, and she bit her lip to stop herself from grinning.
“Enjoy your stay,” she said brightly.
Sasuke glanced at her and she winked.
At the Demo Hall was another demonstration about shibari, with several patrons wearing different kinds of outfits—latex, leather, plastic, you name it.
Suigetsu and Kiba looked in Sasuke’s direction, waiting for his reaction.
“Interesting place,” he said casually.
They sat for a while, looking at the demonstration. Sasuke had to really fight to keep his face impassive as Naruto glanced at him from the stage a few times, almost shaking with laughter.
Once the demo ended, Naruto left for the back rooms, and it was the signal.
“I need to find a toilet, I’ll be right back,” Sasuke said and got up.
He searched for the correct play room, knocked on the door and Naruto let him in.
“They have no idea yet?” Naruto asked gleefully.
“None,” Sasuke laughed. “They thought I would look around, eyes wide, and then probably escape.”
“This is going to be so funny,” Naruto snickered. Then he cupped Sasuke’s cheek and moved the palm of his hand on top of Sasuke’s head.
Sasuke went on his knees without Naruto having to tell him, and the dom switched the day collar to the play collar.
“I’ll be there in ten minutes, Little One,” Naruto breathed. “Warm my seat for me, will you?”
“Yes, Sir,” Sasuke said easily.
He returned back to the Demo Hall and sat back down. He wasn’t sure if either of them would notice the change in his collar, but he sat as normally as he could.
Then, finally, Suigetsu asked, “What’s that around your neck, Sasuke? You weren’t wearing it when we came in.”
“Oh. This one?” Sasuke touched his play collar. “Well—”
“Thank you for keeping my seat warm, Little One. Would you go get me a drink?”
Sasuke leaned to look at Naruto, in his corset and loose pants, grinning from ear to ear and his hair tousled.
“Of course, Sir,” Sasuke said smoothly, jumping to his feet and then escaping to the bar. They had agreed on that in advance, to give Sasuke a bit of breathing room before he came back and actually saw his friends again.
There was a risk that this would only make Kiba and Suigetsu both more unbearable. Still, as Sasuke waited for his and Naruto’s drinks, he glanced back and saw Naruto sitting on the chair, his arm on the backrest, completely at ease, Sasuke did feel better. He wasn’t alone. His dom would take care of him.
And if Suigetsu or Kiba would say anything insulting, Naruto would stop it instantly.
Sasuke got the drinks and then walked back, his stomach churning with anxiety, but he gritted his teeth and straightened his back. He could do this. He would do this.
“Here’s your iced tea,” Sasuke said and gave the glass to Naruto. “Sir.”
“Thank you, Little One,” Naruto drawled. “Why don’t you sit down?”
Sasuke took a breath, and then, he sat down on Naruto’s lap like they had done many times before.
Then he looked at Suigetsu and Kiba, who were staring at him, their mouths hanging open.