Naruto x Various Females

Naruto x Sasuke (Gay)

Sasuke POV

The way her body adapted just to meet mine, welcoming me with the hot, moist, tightness as her hips moved to meet my thrusts. She grabbed at my back as the pants and moans echoed against the walls scoring the dramatic way our overheated, sweaty bodies clashed together in a synchronized rhythm.

Movements that would certainly please any audience.

It was different than the body I was used to. The body I loved. The body that always made me work for a chance to get a taste.

It wasn't better, just different.

Kissing soft lips coated in sweet cherry flavored gloss instead of the rough, often cracked or swollen and covered in bruises.

Not better, just different.

My hands weren't sure what to make of the delicate flesh of her small perky breasts that responded intimately to the brush of my fingers. This was not the strong chest, the built pecks that they were accustomed to. The way her chest heaved made each swift motion more impactful as I could see the rippling effects of each penetration in the way they followed the momentum- reminding me that her whole body was specially crafted for this.

It was great... Not better.

Her lustful green eyes paled in comparison to his dazzling blue- filled with variating hues that reminded me of the ocean reacting to the heavy drops of rain during a summer cloudburst -where the storm can't prevent the sun's rays from still dancing on the ripples. The way they looked at me like I was the only one in the world they ever wanted to see always made my heart feel light.

He was better.

I wasn't drawn to her smile, it could never light a room the way his did.

Being with her was like spring, a welcome relief from a long and grueling winter- Naruto was the summer. A hot passion where there isn't enough ice around to cool our intertwined limbs of the sticky heat as he screamed my name, clawing desperately as he begged for more.

Passion wasn't what I was craving though.

I wanted something detached and uncomplicated.

My life for the last 7 years has been with Naruto, high-school sweethearts, and frankly, I craved something new.

I needed something different.

I know that I love him and only him. I know how shitty it's going to feel when I walk through the door to our home knowing I had promised this piece of myself would be his and only his. My body nonetheless responded to her.

Sakura was different. Nothing more.

The secret was far more arousing than the act itself. The hidden touches, the secret texts, pushing the edge of how many nights out could I go out without him becoming suspicious.

He doesn't deserve this. If he found out, his heart would be broken.

I know I'm choosing to be a complete and utter asshole, but at the moment, this desire was an addiction that had me by the throat. Too busy talking myself into just one more hit, to truly care about the consequences.

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Noticing me get up and picking my clothes off of the floor, "Hey, are you leaving already?" Sakura whined as she sat up. Holding the soiled sheet tightly to her chest to cover herself, she watched as I dug around in a desperate attempt to find my boxers.

"Yeah, Naruto's fight should have ended about an hour ago, he should be back soon." I reached under the bed, grunting as I wondered how the hell they ended up all the way under there.