On that Desk

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Sasuke:

"Pretty cold of him to share my secrets with you." I say. "But just so you know, there are plenty more that I'll save for only you." I quickly call out these words in my melodic sing song lilt before Naruto can react. I swing into the Hokage's office through the open window, and land on the desk, knocking over the piled paperwork. Keeping my cool is hard when seeing Naruto in such a vulnerable position, but I have to keep up this front for him right now.

His head shoots up, and I step off of the desk before he can say anything. I reach for his face, and take his chin in my hand. He stands to meet me, gasping for air. It pleasures me to know that I can influence him in this way. With my thumb I brush the lingering tears from his face, and sink into his outreached arms, accepting his embrace.

Naruto:

 His touch releases me from the prison of my own thoughts. I have no time or desire to consider how or what, only to accept him as he is now. Sasuke brushes away the last remaining tears from my cheek. That tear was a reflection of him, that beautiful show that-just moments ago- played before my eyes. His hand brings the blood rushing back to my face, chest, and body.

"Hi" is all I can think to say. Just to welcome him home, to thank him for being here. But I can't get any more words out. I send him a questioning glance as if to ask him what to do.

"Yes", he answers my glance.

"Um, Sasuke..."

"..Naruto?", he echos my broken call of his name with a sturdy call of mine. We are still embraced. I don't want to let go, but I want to see him again. Although I know if I look at his body, I will lose control, so I simply ask...

"May I?"

"Yes", he answers. The one word response sends chills down my spine. I pull myself closer to him, my warm lips brush his cold ear, sending us both shivering back, then forward again searching for that same feeling. He leans back again in pleasure with a groan. Although we are both fully clothed, his body is an object of temptation. He leans further, I can see down his shirt. This much of his body, this close, all at once, pushes me over the edge. I can no longer control myself.

Sasuke keeps his face aligned with mine, but turns his back to me. I crush Sasuke's pelvis into the Hokage's office desk. My hard cock finds the warm spot on his ass. It's as if he's asking for it without words. He flips back around to face me, still bent over the desk. I ram my hips quickly into his front. His dick seems even more erect than mine. I take one of my arms away from his hips to grip his bulge. He stops me with his one arm before I can reach the lump. Is it over, has he changed his mind? I release my grip from his left hip, then without warning, he releases my hand, and forces his arm behind my head, pulling it towards him, crushing my lips against his. This is my first kiss. My first real kiss. The first with passion and warmth behind it. The scent of sweat hangs in the air, and as I struggle for breath as he searches for my tongue, I realize that this is not desire, not just desire, but love. He is meeting me with love. The kiss was long, but it seems over far too soon. As we emerge from the embrace, my body goes limp. Maybe I have been pressing into him for too long, but regardless, I can no longer stand. 

I stagger and fall away from him. He takes a handful of my ass, I cry his name out in pleasant discomfort, but I am standing straight now. His hand stays firmly planted where he wants it. He opens his eyes for the first time since our kiss, and looks into mine, moaning sounds that I hope are my name. After staring me down, making me turn my gaze, his hand starts to wander over my body. He places it on any spot he desires, and I say nothing. His eyes have beaten me into submission.

Sasuke:

 I knew my gaze would push him over the edge. I felt him fall away from me after our kiss, and wondered 'Is it over, has he changed his mind?', I open one eye, expecting to see his form sinking away from me with regret, but to my surprise, I see him reaching for me. Instead of reaching for his arms like I know I should, my hand shoots to his ass to steady him. After hearing him utter a sound, which I hope is my name, I regret the choice my instinct made, but there is little I can do. The sound is a pleasurable one, and he leans in, so I continue my exploration of his body.