Naruto Citrus

SasuSaku6

(the setting is a hospital/semi-post-apocalyptic)

After eating a makeshift dinner, I trudged into the room Sasuke and I had claimed as ours and let my heavy backpack fall lifelessly onto the ground near the bathroom. My wounds were all but healed, but my stamina was still recovering, so I felt pretty worn out after all that walking.

I heard the door close behind me, and my attention perked when the lock latched loudly. As soon as I turned to ask Sasuke what he was doing, his lips were on mine. My brows rose, and my eyes widened at the frantic energy he was exuding.

His hands were on my face, in my hair, on my hips, and under my sweater. His tongue slid into my mouth. A slight sound of shock got lost between our lips, and then he picked me up, guiding my legs around his hips so he could firmly grasp my thighs to keep me against him.

I had to tear my mouth from his and let my head fall back as I panted for breath, and he moved his mouth down to attack my throat, "The curtain, Baby. Close it, or they'll be able to see us."

He didn't say anything but slowly moved back to grab the item in question with one hand before pulling it closed to block the view of anyone who might pass by in the hallway outside.

Then my back was against the wall, and my tongue was in his mouth. Barely a minute could pass before the organ pressing against me was hard as a rock, and then he let my legs fall from around his hips, "Take your clothes off." His lips barely left mine so he could speak before coming back against them.

I obeyed without argument, kicking my boots off with trouble before tugging my sweater over my head. He was removing his clothing, too. When my leggings were off, I was picked back up and carried to bed. I was still in my undergarments, but neither of us seemed to care.

The moment my back hit the sheets, frantic fingers moved my underwear to the side so he could work himself inside with vigor. My arms crossed over his shoulders and my ankles behind his back as he moved, somehow sensing that that was what he wanted. It felt incredible, too, so I wasn't about to complain.

He wasn't being quite as rough as he likely wanted to be, probably because there were moments throughout the day when I still felt a little sore from my recently healed injuries, but each thrust of his hips was still so heavy and brisk that it rocked me to the core.

Our kiss didn't part for entire minutes, so we were both breathing loudly when it finally did. I tried to keep my voice down, "What's gotten into you?"

He seemed utterly calm all day, only to flip the switch the moment we were alone. Hot breath hit my face as he continued his movements without breaking our rhythm, "Fucking leggings." Heat rose to my face, but a small laugh passed my lips.

Suddenly, he pulled out, and I released my hold on him to see what he was doing, but he effortlessly flipped my body over underneath him and reentered without delay. A cry of surprise and pleasure rose in my throat, and I barely managed to muffle it.

Calloused fingers pressed against the middle of my back, forcing it to arch further than it already was. The only other time we'd done a position like this was at the college in Konoha, and it was hard to remember much about it because it'd been so cold then, but that wasn't the case now. The angle was proving to be unbelievably pleasurable.

Sasuke was still holding back, though, despite his frantic state. I whispered what I wanted, and he didn't hear it.

"Hm?"

I arched my back further and spoke slightly louder, "I said do it harder!"

The man immediately obliged.