Magic Gone Wrong! Chapter 14, Part 2
Title: Magic Gone Wrong!
Chapter: 14/18
Previous Chapters: One, Two, Three, Four 1, Four 2, Five, Six, Seven, Eight, Nine, Ten, Eleven, Twelve, Thirteen, Fourteen 1
Authors:
lucklessmallory and
chinesethorn
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: LeexGaara
Summary: Tentacles, ftw?! Gaara is a sorcerer outside of the small town where Lee works as a smith. When Lee sits in on one of Gaara's ritual summonings, something starts to go terribly wrong...
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The night grew darker with every passing moment. Lee’s skin prickled as a cold wind blew threw their camp and threatened to extinguish the fire. No matter what he did, it was hard to keep the fire going. The wood was damp from the last days’ rains and the smith kept getting distracted whenever he allowed his mind to wander even a for a second.
It was barely two hours after his watch started, but the demon was a constant whisper in his mind. Lee took his eyes off the fire to look at Gaara, his brows knitting and his tongue whetting his dry lips. It felt like what they did last night broke down the control he’d been keeping over his libido. He didn’t know what was going happen after they defeated Shukaku, but now that they were so close to finding him, the reality of what they were going to do crashed down on him. If one or both of them died in this attempt, these nights would be the last time they could hold each other. With or without the emotional connection Lee wanted so much to have with him.
With the demon egging him on, black tendrils crept over Lee’s face as he reached out towards the sorcerer, shadows making up for the distance between them. Tentacles nudged their way under Gaara’s blanket and began to crawl and curl over the other’s body.
The sorcerer had fallen deeply asleep not long after initially laying under the covers of his sleeping mat, safe and relaxed in the company of his friends. His dreams were vague and indistinguishable, drifting from one setting to the next with endless transition, until he finally felt something tugging at the back of his awareness. His breath shivered briefly with the night’s cold and the death of the fire, and Gaara slowly rolled his head to the side as he began to wake.
There was something strange happening. However, it was so familiar that for a brief moment of confusion, Gaara couldn’t understand why he should be concerned. This thoughts abruptly came into focus however when he opened his eyes to the dark, cloudy sky and felt the tentacles slithering under his shirt to reach his bare skin. He gasped silently and turned his head, looking for Lee.
Gaara spotted him, surprisingly close in front of the dead, smoking fire and looking at him with black eyes. The sorcerer opened his mouth to say something, then furrowed his brows and shot a furtive glance across the campsite and closed his mouth in silence- Naruto was asleep less than twenty feet away.
Lee’s eyes lidded when Gaara opened his eyes and looked at him. His lips were parted, his hot breath puffing in the night air like fog. He only took a glance towards their blond companion before he sent his tentacles moving higher up Gaara’s body. Tongues flicked out from the tips once they reached the redhead’s skin, flicking over the sensitive dips and curves of his flesh while Lee watched on. A flush rose to his cheeks as a thick tentacle lifted the bottom half of Gaara’s blanket to show what the rest of the tendrils were doing to him.
He pressed a finger to his lips while the tongues found Gaara’s nipples and began a slow, circular teasing. Other tendrils flicked over Gaara’s neck and trailed over the soft bob of his adam’s apple and the faint ridges of his collarbones. Lee’s lips curled up in one side briefly with more than a bit of the demon in it, before the man moved his legs wider and rested his hands on his knees languidly while his tentacles began the slow molestation.
Gaara shivered and his hands curled into fists against his sleeping mat as the lifted blanket allowed a mean breath of cold air to drift across his skin, hardening his nipples further than the tongues were already doing to him. He shook his head at Lee, eyes wide with understanding of the smith’s intent. They couldn’t do this now! They were out in the open, and Naruto could easily look over and see them if he woke. The redhead bit his lip to hold back a soft moan, squirming subtly and trying to stay silent as the wet tongues and cool flesh dragged across his sensitive skin.
Lifting his head, Gaara tried to push a tentacle away from his nipples, but it was only replaced by two more before he could get any relief. He gasped and shivered harder when one of the thicker tentacles ground across his crotch, only to move onto teasing other places on his body. Gaara’s toes curled and his head fell back again, jaw dropping and eyes closing tightly as a tongue trailed along his neck and made him squirm tighter as he tried to stay silent.
Gaara’s subtle squirming brought a shudder of desire through Lee. There were no sensations from the tentacles, but the sight of the redhead and the situation they were in turned Lee on almost as quickly as when Gaara touched him. A tentacle delved between Gaara’s legs to rub between his covered thighs, the leather causing the hot friction. Another nuzzled against Gaara’s parted mouth before slipping deviously past his lips to tangle its tongue with his own and muffling him.
Lee began to rub the crotch of his pants, eyes locked onto Gaara’s form and the treat shown under the blankets. More tendrils were working on the sorcerer’s clothes, inching them off with each slither and pull. From behind, two thin tendrils curled around the nape of Gaara’s neck, tickling the fine hairs there while Lee suppressed a groan.
It was getting harder to breathe. Gaara began to pant softly as his eyes lidded and the molestation continued. He flicked his tongue with the tentacle’s in his mouth, tightening his lips around it on instinct. It tasted vaguely salty and fleshy against his palliate, making him shudder and grind his knees together as he felt himself being turned on. He really, really shouldn’t be letting this happen right now, but at the same time how could he say no? He’d been longing for the barrier between himself and Lee to break and allow them to touch and be together like before.
As the cloth of Gaara’s pants finally slid low enough to expose the head of his hardening erection, the tentacle in his mouth muffled his gasp. The air was still crisp, even if the sorcerer could feel his body heating and his veins surging. He reached down and clasped himself in hand, turning his head to look up at Lee again. He moved his other hand to hold the girth of the tentacle that writhed between his lips, making him hollow his cheeks as his tongue circled the flesh. He felt a pulse in his dick as he saw Lee’s hands reaching between his own legs.
A soft moan escaped Lee's lips before he bit his lips from the inside. Even if he was the one controlling the tentacles, Gaara could make his knees weak with one look. He pulled down the front of his pants and palmed himself, still looking at the sorcerer. A cloud passed over the moon, shrouding them in darkness for a second as thin tendrils slid in the valley between Gaara's ass and rubbed against his entrance.
The tentacle in Gaara's mouth began to thrust slowly, the tongue twirling around the sorcerer's and licking at his teeth inside. His leg was lifted by a thick limb, turning him sideways as the blanket was completely thrown off his hips and legs.
Lee pressed his thumb against the weeping slit of his dick. A quick glance at Naruto assured him that the blond man was still asleep. He wouldn't be surprised if the demon did something just so his lusts would be fulfilled.
Gaara’s eyes shut and a quiet, muffled groan of perverse pleasure left him as the tongue of the tentacle thrust in his mouth, mimicking the usual delicious push and pull of Lee’s dick. Gaara released his hold on the base near his mouth and let the length do as it wished. Instead his hand reached out toward Lee in a weak grabbing motion before pulling back to his body to cover a perked nipple, needing relief from the overwhelming sensations.
The sorcerer began to slide the grip of his hand up and down his dick in time with the thrusting in his mouth, eliciting a pool of arousal and warmth in his gut. His hips twitched with his hand and it was getting harder to focus his eyes as he looked at the smith. He made the grabbing gesture again, before returning his hand to his other nipple, this time pinching it himself and tightening his grip.
Lee grit his teeth in response to Gaara’s quiet groans. With the embers of their bonfire already fading, all he could see were the dark twists of his tentacles and hints of the other man’s pale skin as they coiled and writhed around him. Gaara’s shadowed face was beautiful and erotic under the moonlight, and his active participation was even more arousing than the things the demon whispered in his mind. The tentacles behind the sorcerer began to lick at his entrance, while those in front rubbed at the head of Gaara’s cock. A sheen of that clear liquid covered the limbs and the parts of Gaara’s body where they touched.
The smith squeezed the head of his cock as he panted quietly, momentarily undecided whether to keep watching or touch the other man himself. With a faint moan of Gaara’s name, he braced himself with an arm back and began to stroke himself; his dark eyes glinting with desire as the tentacles renewed their efforts to pleasure Gaara. A thick tongue coiled around the base of Gaara’s cock and balls, squeezing and pulsing tight enough to restrain an orgasm. Another slipped past the man’s tight ring of muscle in his ass and rubbed against his walls inside.
“Hah-” Gaara’s mouth widened to moan softly, almost silently around the tentacle in his mouth. He stroked just a touch faster than the languid push and pull of delicious touch and sensations that had been moving across his body, but squeezed his eyes shut with a shudder at the hold around the base of his dick. Lee always had so much control over him in these situations, playing his body like an instrument and ripping the orgasm out of him at just the right moment. It was always so much, so good! Gaara’s hips twitched forward, prodding his cockhead against the rubbing tentacles.
Gaara tugged his nipple with a strangled breath as the tentacle that was sliding in and out of his ass slowly began to thicken and pry his body open. The bittersweet sting through the ring of muscle was familiar and welcome as the sorcerer threw his head back, finally pulling his lips off the tentacle for a moment so that he could gasp and breathe in ragged pants through his mouth.
The faint sounds of Gaara's muffled moans and pants were loud in Lee's ears, making him hyperaware of Naruto sleeping just a few feet away. His tentacles barely gave Gaara a moment to rest before they began to thrust and grind against him in increasingly faster movements. The thick limb was thrusting deep inside the sorcerer now, licking at his prostate whenever it drew back before the blunt end brushed against the cluster of nerves.
Lee slowly got up and moved on his knees towards Gaara's bedding, while his hand continued to stroke his dick. Everything felt hot despite the cool night air. "Gaara," he breathed out, moving his hips in time with the tentacles. He was just out of reach of the sorcerer, but he could see every shudder and every tremble going through him this close.
Gaara brought his fist up to his mouth and bit it tightly, trying not to cry out each time the tentacle thrust inside his body, sliding and twisting in ways that a dick couldn’t. There was so much pressure building in his body! Tightening violent and hot in his gut as his hand jerked and his body continued to be lavished. He could taste blood in his mouth and feel his heartbeat raging in his throat. He twisted his head to and fro, then pinned his eyes on Lee with a note of desperation.
“Lee...” he hissed, his body shuddering. He was so close! He wanted to come, but Lee’s tentacles were still too tight around the base of his dick, holding him back. Gaara reached out for the smith, his fingers just falling short as his hips rocked and his eyes pleaded.
With Gaara hissing his name, Lee’s eyes lidded in barely constrained desire as he shifted forward to press his cock against the man’s hand. “Make me come,” he whispered, his eyes solid black with the demon’s influence running high in him. As much as he loved hearing Gaara’s voice, he raised the abandoned tentacle again and gently nudged it at Gaara’s fist. He licked his lips and lowered his voice. “Bite down on that unless you want Naruto to hear.”
Gaara’s leg was lifted higher by the tentacle around his leg, and the one in his ass began to piston in and out of him relentlessly, all without releasing the pressure around his balls and cock.
“Nnghmn-!” Gaara did as he was told, replacing the fist in his mouth with the tentacle and bit down to hold back his cries. The flesh of it was tougher than he expected and muffled him better than his fist could. His body was shaking and arching as his ass was pounded, his eyes welling with the pressure and the need to come! Gaara closed his eyes tightly, but could still feel Lee’s hard cock pressing into his hand.
Instinctively, Gaara wrapped his fingers around Lee’s dick and gripped tightly. He stroked the other man quickly, rubbing at the head when he could and struggling not to let his fingers slip as his range of concentration waned. He squeezed and stroked himself and Lee together, feeling perverse and overwhelmed with pleasure.
“Ahh...!” Lee gasped, eyes shutting tight for a second when he felt Gaara’s hand around him. A quick glance at Naruto’s still form and he drew nearer towards the other man, closing his fingers around Gaara’s hand to guide his strokes. Just watching the sorcerer get fucked was enough to bring him dangerously close to the brink. He slipped his free hand through Gaara’s hair and tilted the man’s head back so he could see the tentacle fucking his mouth.
“Gaara-” A shudder went through Lee’s body as the pressure around Gaara’s cock and balls finally let up. Lee’s face twisted in restraint, willing his tentacles to pleasure the redhead first.
If Lee hadn’t been guiding Gaara’s hand, the sorcerer would have all but forgotten about his efforts to stroke Lee in return for the tentacle in his ass, mouth, and the mass of them crawling still across his skin. When he felt the tightness around his dick and sac finally loosen and let the blood flow freely, Gaara’s eyes squeezed tightly shut and his body arched as he came. Pleasure, hot and violent and immediate exploded from his groin and shot through his body like wildfire. He allowed his body to be lifted and handled by the tentacles until the amazing, tingling spasms finally calmed to a delicious buzz of wicked delight.
The sorcerer pulled back and gasped as he pushed the tentacle away from his mouth, smearing strands of saliva across his face. His body was shaking still, and the tentacle that was still pounding in and out of his ass followed him from behind as he pulled himself closer to Lee and wrapped his lips around the man’s cock. He bobbed his head up and down on Lee’d dick, in time with the quick push and pull of the tentacle inside his body.
The hot, velvety suction on the head of his cock snapped Lee's attention from watching Gaara's body shake and twist against the tentacles. His hand tightened around Gaara's hair, quickening the sorcerer as he reached his peak. Groaning low, he slid into the man's mouth with small, quick thrusts as his orgasm washed over him.
When Lee finally had the presence of mind to start breathing again, he had his tentacles slowly lower Gaara's body back on the bedding and slide back into his arms. Looking down at the redhead with lidded eyes and panting, he moved his hips back until his dick slid out of Gaara's mouth with a wet pop. His eyes were still jet black when he bent down and kissed the other man roughly, teeth raking over his lips and a bruising force behind his kisses.
Gaara let Lee handle him, just raising a hand to grip the other man’s hold on his face in return as his mouth was roughly molested. He groaned softly, his throat a tad sore from swallowing and sucking on Lee’s cock, but still felt his heart beating hot and fast in his veins. When Lee finally released him, Gaara wiped at the mess of saliva and cum around his face.
“Next time, warn me so we can have more privacy,” Gaara whispered hoarsely, still clinging to Lee’s wrist. He looked up at the smith with lidded eyes, which glowed brighter as a cloud exposed a sliver of moonlight in contrast to the jet black of Lee’s gaze.
Lee’s lips quirked up in a small smile but simply nodded in assent. They had made a mess of Gaara’s side of the camp, but it was worth looking into the other man’s eyes and seeing him sated. “I get the feeling you enjoyed it nonetheless,” he whispered back before searching his pants for a clean rag and tucking himself back in once he was clean.
His eyes were still black when he glanced over at Naruto then cupped Gaara’s jaw. “Get some rest, Master Gaara. My shift is not over yet.”
Gaara nodded and turned his head to kiss Lee’s palm briefly. He slid back into his bedding, pulling his covers back over himself and huddling as his eyes closed with sleepiness. His post orgasmic body felt like something warm, delicious, and gooey. He could feel some soreness in the places that had been treated more roughly than others, but it was the good kind of sore that meant the pleasure had been intense. The sorcerer fell asleep quickly, and rested deeply.
Chapter: 14/18
Previous Chapters: One, Two, Three, Four 1, Four 2, Five, Six, Seven, Eight, Nine, Ten, Eleven, Twelve, Thirteen, Fourteen 1
Authors:
lucklessmallory and
chinesethorn
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: LeexGaara
Summary: Tentacles, ftw?! Gaara is a sorcerer outside of the small town where Lee works as a smith. When Lee sits in on one of Gaara's ritual summonings, something starts to go terribly wrong...
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The night grew darker with every passing moment. Lee’s skin prickled as a cold wind blew threw their camp and threatened to extinguish the fire. No matter what he did, it was hard to keep the fire going. The wood was damp from the last days’ rains and the smith kept getting distracted whenever he allowed his mind to wander even a for a second.
It was barely two hours after his watch started, but the demon was a constant whisper in his mind. Lee took his eyes off the fire to look at Gaara, his brows knitting and his tongue whetting his dry lips. It felt like what they did last night broke down the control he’d been keeping over his libido. He didn’t know what was going happen after they defeated Shukaku, but now that they were so close to finding him, the reality of what they were going to do crashed down on him. If one or both of them died in this attempt, these nights would be the last time they could hold each other. With or without the emotional connection Lee wanted so much to have with him.
With the demon egging him on, black tendrils crept over Lee’s face as he reached out towards the sorcerer, shadows making up for the distance between them. Tentacles nudged their way under Gaara’s blanket and began to crawl and curl over the other’s body.
The sorcerer had fallen deeply asleep not long after initially laying under the covers of his sleeping mat, safe and relaxed in the company of his friends. His dreams were vague and indistinguishable, drifting from one setting to the next with endless transition, until he finally felt something tugging at the back of his awareness. His breath shivered briefly with the night’s cold and the death of the fire, and Gaara slowly rolled his head to the side as he began to wake.
There was something strange happening. However, it was so familiar that for a brief moment of confusion, Gaara couldn’t understand why he should be concerned. This thoughts abruptly came into focus however when he opened his eyes to the dark, cloudy sky and felt the tentacles slithering under his shirt to reach his bare skin. He gasped silently and turned his head, looking for Lee.
Gaara spotted him, surprisingly close in front of the dead, smoking fire and looking at him with black eyes. The sorcerer opened his mouth to say something, then furrowed his brows and shot a furtive glance across the campsite and closed his mouth in silence- Naruto was asleep less than twenty feet away.
Lee’s eyes lidded when Gaara opened his eyes and looked at him. His lips were parted, his hot breath puffing in the night air like fog. He only took a glance towards their blond companion before he sent his tentacles moving higher up Gaara’s body. Tongues flicked out from the tips once they reached the redhead’s skin, flicking over the sensitive dips and curves of his flesh while Lee watched on. A flush rose to his cheeks as a thick tentacle lifted the bottom half of Gaara’s blanket to show what the rest of the tendrils were doing to him.
He pressed a finger to his lips while the tongues found Gaara’s nipples and began a slow, circular teasing. Other tendrils flicked over Gaara’s neck and trailed over the soft bob of his adam’s apple and the faint ridges of his collarbones. Lee’s lips curled up in one side briefly with more than a bit of the demon in it, before the man moved his legs wider and rested his hands on his knees languidly while his tentacles began the slow molestation.
Gaara shivered and his hands curled into fists against his sleeping mat as the lifted blanket allowed a mean breath of cold air to drift across his skin, hardening his nipples further than the tongues were already doing to him. He shook his head at Lee, eyes wide with understanding of the smith’s intent. They couldn’t do this now! They were out in the open, and Naruto could easily look over and see them if he woke. The redhead bit his lip to hold back a soft moan, squirming subtly and trying to stay silent as the wet tongues and cool flesh dragged across his sensitive skin.
Lifting his head, Gaara tried to push a tentacle away from his nipples, but it was only replaced by two more before he could get any relief. He gasped and shivered harder when one of the thicker tentacles ground across his crotch, only to move onto teasing other places on his body. Gaara’s toes curled and his head fell back again, jaw dropping and eyes closing tightly as a tongue trailed along his neck and made him squirm tighter as he tried to stay silent.
Gaara’s subtle squirming brought a shudder of desire through Lee. There were no sensations from the tentacles, but the sight of the redhead and the situation they were in turned Lee on almost as quickly as when Gaara touched him. A tentacle delved between Gaara’s legs to rub between his covered thighs, the leather causing the hot friction. Another nuzzled against Gaara’s parted mouth before slipping deviously past his lips to tangle its tongue with his own and muffling him.
Lee began to rub the crotch of his pants, eyes locked onto Gaara’s form and the treat shown under the blankets. More tendrils were working on the sorcerer’s clothes, inching them off with each slither and pull. From behind, two thin tendrils curled around the nape of Gaara’s neck, tickling the fine hairs there while Lee suppressed a groan.
It was getting harder to breathe. Gaara began to pant softly as his eyes lidded and the molestation continued. He flicked his tongue with the tentacle’s in his mouth, tightening his lips around it on instinct. It tasted vaguely salty and fleshy against his palliate, making him shudder and grind his knees together as he felt himself being turned on. He really, really shouldn’t be letting this happen right now, but at the same time how could he say no? He’d been longing for the barrier between himself and Lee to break and allow them to touch and be together like before.
As the cloth of Gaara’s pants finally slid low enough to expose the head of his hardening erection, the tentacle in his mouth muffled his gasp. The air was still crisp, even if the sorcerer could feel his body heating and his veins surging. He reached down and clasped himself in hand, turning his head to look up at Lee again. He moved his other hand to hold the girth of the tentacle that writhed between his lips, making him hollow his cheeks as his tongue circled the flesh. He felt a pulse in his dick as he saw Lee’s hands reaching between his own legs.
A soft moan escaped Lee's lips before he bit his lips from the inside. Even if he was the one controlling the tentacles, Gaara could make his knees weak with one look. He pulled down the front of his pants and palmed himself, still looking at the sorcerer. A cloud passed over the moon, shrouding them in darkness for a second as thin tendrils slid in the valley between Gaara's ass and rubbed against his entrance.
The tentacle in Gaara's mouth began to thrust slowly, the tongue twirling around the sorcerer's and licking at his teeth inside. His leg was lifted by a thick limb, turning him sideways as the blanket was completely thrown off his hips and legs.
Lee pressed his thumb against the weeping slit of his dick. A quick glance at Naruto assured him that the blond man was still asleep. He wouldn't be surprised if the demon did something just so his lusts would be fulfilled.
Gaara’s eyes shut and a quiet, muffled groan of perverse pleasure left him as the tongue of the tentacle thrust in his mouth, mimicking the usual delicious push and pull of Lee’s dick. Gaara released his hold on the base near his mouth and let the length do as it wished. Instead his hand reached out toward Lee in a weak grabbing motion before pulling back to his body to cover a perked nipple, needing relief from the overwhelming sensations.
The sorcerer began to slide the grip of his hand up and down his dick in time with the thrusting in his mouth, eliciting a pool of arousal and warmth in his gut. His hips twitched with his hand and it was getting harder to focus his eyes as he looked at the smith. He made the grabbing gesture again, before returning his hand to his other nipple, this time pinching it himself and tightening his grip.
Lee grit his teeth in response to Gaara’s quiet groans. With the embers of their bonfire already fading, all he could see were the dark twists of his tentacles and hints of the other man’s pale skin as they coiled and writhed around him. Gaara’s shadowed face was beautiful and erotic under the moonlight, and his active participation was even more arousing than the things the demon whispered in his mind. The tentacles behind the sorcerer began to lick at his entrance, while those in front rubbed at the head of Gaara’s cock. A sheen of that clear liquid covered the limbs and the parts of Gaara’s body where they touched.
The smith squeezed the head of his cock as he panted quietly, momentarily undecided whether to keep watching or touch the other man himself. With a faint moan of Gaara’s name, he braced himself with an arm back and began to stroke himself; his dark eyes glinting with desire as the tentacles renewed their efforts to pleasure Gaara. A thick tongue coiled around the base of Gaara’s cock and balls, squeezing and pulsing tight enough to restrain an orgasm. Another slipped past the man’s tight ring of muscle in his ass and rubbed against his walls inside.
“Hah-” Gaara’s mouth widened to moan softly, almost silently around the tentacle in his mouth. He stroked just a touch faster than the languid push and pull of delicious touch and sensations that had been moving across his body, but squeezed his eyes shut with a shudder at the hold around the base of his dick. Lee always had so much control over him in these situations, playing his body like an instrument and ripping the orgasm out of him at just the right moment. It was always so much, so good! Gaara’s hips twitched forward, prodding his cockhead against the rubbing tentacles.
Gaara tugged his nipple with a strangled breath as the tentacle that was sliding in and out of his ass slowly began to thicken and pry his body open. The bittersweet sting through the ring of muscle was familiar and welcome as the sorcerer threw his head back, finally pulling his lips off the tentacle for a moment so that he could gasp and breathe in ragged pants through his mouth.
The faint sounds of Gaara's muffled moans and pants were loud in Lee's ears, making him hyperaware of Naruto sleeping just a few feet away. His tentacles barely gave Gaara a moment to rest before they began to thrust and grind against him in increasingly faster movements. The thick limb was thrusting deep inside the sorcerer now, licking at his prostate whenever it drew back before the blunt end brushed against the cluster of nerves.
Lee slowly got up and moved on his knees towards Gaara's bedding, while his hand continued to stroke his dick. Everything felt hot despite the cool night air. "Gaara," he breathed out, moving his hips in time with the tentacles. He was just out of reach of the sorcerer, but he could see every shudder and every tremble going through him this close.
Gaara brought his fist up to his mouth and bit it tightly, trying not to cry out each time the tentacle thrust inside his body, sliding and twisting in ways that a dick couldn’t. There was so much pressure building in his body! Tightening violent and hot in his gut as his hand jerked and his body continued to be lavished. He could taste blood in his mouth and feel his heartbeat raging in his throat. He twisted his head to and fro, then pinned his eyes on Lee with a note of desperation.
“Lee...” he hissed, his body shuddering. He was so close! He wanted to come, but Lee’s tentacles were still too tight around the base of his dick, holding him back. Gaara reached out for the smith, his fingers just falling short as his hips rocked and his eyes pleaded.
With Gaara hissing his name, Lee’s eyes lidded in barely constrained desire as he shifted forward to press his cock against the man’s hand. “Make me come,” he whispered, his eyes solid black with the demon’s influence running high in him. As much as he loved hearing Gaara’s voice, he raised the abandoned tentacle again and gently nudged it at Gaara’s fist. He licked his lips and lowered his voice. “Bite down on that unless you want Naruto to hear.”
Gaara’s leg was lifted higher by the tentacle around his leg, and the one in his ass began to piston in and out of him relentlessly, all without releasing the pressure around his balls and cock.
“Nnghmn-!” Gaara did as he was told, replacing the fist in his mouth with the tentacle and bit down to hold back his cries. The flesh of it was tougher than he expected and muffled him better than his fist could. His body was shaking and arching as his ass was pounded, his eyes welling with the pressure and the need to come! Gaara closed his eyes tightly, but could still feel Lee’s hard cock pressing into his hand.
Instinctively, Gaara wrapped his fingers around Lee’s dick and gripped tightly. He stroked the other man quickly, rubbing at the head when he could and struggling not to let his fingers slip as his range of concentration waned. He squeezed and stroked himself and Lee together, feeling perverse and overwhelmed with pleasure.
“Ahh...!” Lee gasped, eyes shutting tight for a second when he felt Gaara’s hand around him. A quick glance at Naruto’s still form and he drew nearer towards the other man, closing his fingers around Gaara’s hand to guide his strokes. Just watching the sorcerer get fucked was enough to bring him dangerously close to the brink. He slipped his free hand through Gaara’s hair and tilted the man’s head back so he could see the tentacle fucking his mouth.
“Gaara-” A shudder went through Lee’s body as the pressure around Gaara’s cock and balls finally let up. Lee’s face twisted in restraint, willing his tentacles to pleasure the redhead first.
If Lee hadn’t been guiding Gaara’s hand, the sorcerer would have all but forgotten about his efforts to stroke Lee in return for the tentacle in his ass, mouth, and the mass of them crawling still across his skin. When he felt the tightness around his dick and sac finally loosen and let the blood flow freely, Gaara’s eyes squeezed tightly shut and his body arched as he came. Pleasure, hot and violent and immediate exploded from his groin and shot through his body like wildfire. He allowed his body to be lifted and handled by the tentacles until the amazing, tingling spasms finally calmed to a delicious buzz of wicked delight.
The sorcerer pulled back and gasped as he pushed the tentacle away from his mouth, smearing strands of saliva across his face. His body was shaking still, and the tentacle that was still pounding in and out of his ass followed him from behind as he pulled himself closer to Lee and wrapped his lips around the man’s cock. He bobbed his head up and down on Lee’d dick, in time with the quick push and pull of the tentacle inside his body.
The hot, velvety suction on the head of his cock snapped Lee's attention from watching Gaara's body shake and twist against the tentacles. His hand tightened around Gaara's hair, quickening the sorcerer as he reached his peak. Groaning low, he slid into the man's mouth with small, quick thrusts as his orgasm washed over him.
When Lee finally had the presence of mind to start breathing again, he had his tentacles slowly lower Gaara's body back on the bedding and slide back into his arms. Looking down at the redhead with lidded eyes and panting, he moved his hips back until his dick slid out of Gaara's mouth with a wet pop. His eyes were still jet black when he bent down and kissed the other man roughly, teeth raking over his lips and a bruising force behind his kisses.
Gaara let Lee handle him, just raising a hand to grip the other man’s hold on his face in return as his mouth was roughly molested. He groaned softly, his throat a tad sore from swallowing and sucking on Lee’s cock, but still felt his heart beating hot and fast in his veins. When Lee finally released him, Gaara wiped at the mess of saliva and cum around his face.
“Next time, warn me so we can have more privacy,” Gaara whispered hoarsely, still clinging to Lee’s wrist. He looked up at the smith with lidded eyes, which glowed brighter as a cloud exposed a sliver of moonlight in contrast to the jet black of Lee’s gaze.
Lee’s lips quirked up in a small smile but simply nodded in assent. They had made a mess of Gaara’s side of the camp, but it was worth looking into the other man’s eyes and seeing him sated. “I get the feeling you enjoyed it nonetheless,” he whispered back before searching his pants for a clean rag and tucking himself back in once he was clean.
His eyes were still black when he glanced over at Naruto then cupped Gaara’s jaw. “Get some rest, Master Gaara. My shift is not over yet.”
Gaara nodded and turned his head to kiss Lee’s palm briefly. He slid back into his bedding, pulling his covers back over himself and huddling as his eyes closed with sleepiness. His post orgasmic body felt like something warm, delicious, and gooey. He could feel some soreness in the places that had been treated more roughly than others, but it was the good kind of sore that meant the pleasure had been intense. The sorcerer fell asleep quickly, and rested deeply.