Build-up [NC-17; Naruto/Sasuke]
Title: Build-up
By: worblehat
Fandom: Naruto
Pairing: Naruto/Sasuke
Rating: NC-17
Notes: Written for 50_smutlets. Unbeta'd and just...really dirty. I feel a little embarrassed.
Prompt: #10, Alcohol.
Summary: Office AU, loosely based on RP. Naruto heads to the wrong place after a night of drinking.
Word Count: 1,752
Sasuke looks up from his book, turning around to frown at the door. Someone's knocking - loudly - and he knows that if they don't stop soon, he's going to be the one who hears about it in the morning.
Not bothering to resist the urge to swear, he rises from the couch, keeping his book in hand - figuring it may help, if he's reduced to beating the intruder senseless. He opens the door, a frown fixed on his face. Surprised but not bothering to show it, he leans forward, face-to-face with his flushed coworker. He'd look passably attractive if he didn't smell like a brewery, thinks Sasuke to himself before forcefully pushing the thought away.
"If you're looking for a bar, you took a wrong turn," he says, annoyed.
Naruto blinks, his head drawing closer, until it knocks gently against Sasuke's forehead. "I know that, bastard," he says, slurring. Pushing past the still-frowning Sasuke, Naruto stumbles to the couch, half-tripping on top of it, his face mashed unceremoniously into a pillow at the far end.
Sasuke closes the door, continuing to mutter. He stands over Naruto, nudging his legs. "It's three in the morning, moron."
Naruto answers something, his words muffled by the pillow.
"Stop inhaling my furniture and turn around."
Struggling somewhat, it takes Naruto a little over a minute to turn and stare blearily up at the dark, grim expression. "Sasuke? What're you doing here?" he asks, confused.
"I live here."
"Wha?" Naruto rubs at his eyes, propping himself up on one elbow and looking around. The kempt, cold look of Sasuke's apartment seems to sober him up somewhat. He stands, chuckling apologetically. "Must've gotten confused," he says, hicupping just once.
Sasuke folds his arms, glaring.
"What're you doing up, anyway?" asks Naruto curiously.
"Reading."
"Oh yeah?" says Naruto, stepping even closer, his palm sloppily covering Sasuke's as he struggles to read the book flap. "Which one?"
"Nevermind which one," Sasuke retorts, grabbing the book away and slamming it onto the coffee table. Naruto's eyes seem unfocused, and Sasuke doesn't know why, but he doesn't trust himself to be alone with Naruto - not right now. "Get out of my apartment."
"Aww, c'mon, Sasukeeeeeee," says Naruto, drawing out his name in a way that the dark-haired man hates.
"No."
"But -"
"Get. Out."
Naruto lowers his head, remaining silent for some moments as Sasuke privately wonders if he's passed out asleep while standing up. The blond begins walking towards the door and Sasuke, not quite sure of himself, follows. His hand is on the latch when Naruto stops him, forcing Sasuke's back against the door.
Their faces are nose-to-nose and Sasuke senses something amiss, though he can't pinpoint what. His heartbeat speeds up and he scowls. "You're blocking my way. It makes it harder to kick you out," he says, gritting his teeth.
"Funny," says Naruto, his voice lower than Sasuke can remember hearing - a way that makes his body warm up quickly; a not altogether unappealing reaction. "You're exactly where I need you to be."
"Meaning?" Sasuke prompts, his dark eyes challenging. His glare intensifies when Naruto's hands find his wrists, holding them fast above his head.
"How long've we been working together, Sasuke?" asks Naruto all of a sudden, his voice distant.
"...I don't know. Three years, maybe."
"Three years, huh? Seems longer..." says Naruto, mostly to himself. His breath is warm as he draws closer, speaking against Sasuke's mouth. Sasuke thinks he feels the wet trace of tongue, but can't be sure, and stays silent.
"D'you know how many times I've thought about doing something like this?" asks the blond gently, one hand at Sasuke's waist; dragging the simple, black pajamas upward, his palm flat against the taut, pale stomach. "You're warmer than I thought you'd be," he says in partial awe.
"Calling me a cold bastard doesn't actually make me one," Sasuke spits. His body shivers; Naruto's hand isn't cold - in fact, it's probably warmer than he himself is. But it feels...
Naruto's hips roll forward, pressing bluntly against Sasuke's own.
It feels...good, thinks Sasuke quietly, his body still. Disturbingly good.
The other man smirks against his cheek, palm sliding easily down, cupping the half-hard erection, rubbing back and forth as it grows. He wastes no time in tugging down the black pajama bottoms, hand wrapping around the solid length. Sasuke feels the sharp teeth biting into his neck and gasps.
And then something clicks.
"Y-You're not drunk," he stammers, having difficulty concentrating with the combination of teeth at his neck and hand so warm at his groin.
Naruto chuckles against his neck, a low rumbling sound that makes Sasuke's hips jerk forward in response. "I was wondering when you'd notice that."
"Then this -"
His hands are released, the blond's hands moving to his waist. "Turn around, Sasuke."
Seconds pass, strained - filled with expectation; with fear. Sasuke feels his throat go dry. "I've -"
"- Never done this before?" Naruto finishes for him. His mouth is gentle, his words doubly so as they press warm against his cheek. "I hoped you'd say that."
"Why?" asks Sasuke blearily, wondering if he's the drunk one. He's used to being the one in control, but Naruto is taking over so easily that he isn't sure what's what anymore. Am I dreaming? he wonders idly.
"Because you won't notice if I mess up."
Sasuke doesn't need to ask what Naruto's talking about, especially not when his pajama bottoms are pulled the rest of the way down, Naruto's lips pressing comfortingly against his neck; Naruto's hands undoing his shirt slowly, one hand fiddling with the buttons as the other touches the shivering skin, warming it.
His hands are on the door before he knows it, the sound of Naruto's zipper far too loud in his ears. "Naruto, I-"
Sasuke's protest is cut off as he feels something blunt rub against him, heavy between the the curve of his body, spreading his cheeks further apart. Something cold slithers down, warming quickly as Naruto continues to thrust against the skin; Sasuke turns to see him tossing something towards the nearest table, his own trousers already down around his ankles as he grabs Sasuke by the waist, shirt open, tanned muscles dark beneath the dim light.
"Sasuke...I'm sorry if this hurts."
His nails are digging into the wood of his door and Naruto's hands hold him steady, the tip of his cock wet with lubricant and precome as he begins to push himself slowly inside Sasuke's entrance. He hisses softly, thrusts shallow, pushing in deeper every few seconds. Sasuke silences his protests, his body feeling jumbled, awkward; mind racing, unable to understand why Naruto telling him what to do makes his whole body shudder, as if in wait for more commands. Naruto is in halfway before Sasuke cries out, and the blond stops, arms wrapping around Sasuke's waist. He waits, one of Sasuke's hands covering his and squeezing, trying not to tense as Naruto shoves, his dick fitting tight inside of Sasuke.
"...Oh my god," says Naruto, his voice raw, and Sasuke's body shudders again. It hurts, almost unbelievably, and Naruto increases the speed between their bodies before he's ready. His thrusts are quick and Sasuke can hear the wet slap of skin against skin as Naruto fucks him faster, almost desperately. Sasuke's hand is palming his own cock before he knows it, erection hardening easily as Naruto groans against his ear, the sound reverberating in his mind.
He doesn't mention the way Naruto looks when he's chewing on a pen, tongue running over the ruined plastic, or how it makes him frown, being jealous of a writing instrument; doesn't say how Naruto's name flashing on his phone display makes him smile when no one else around; doesn't admit how good it feels to lose himself in someone else's control.
-doesn't say "I'm letting you do this because I trust you," except in the buck of his hips, or the spread of his legs as Naruto slams into him, crying out, nails digging into Sasuke's waist as he spurts thick inside, come trailing wetly down the inside of Sasuke's thighs.
Naruto moans, satiated and calm. Sasuke pauses, wondering if Naruto will pull away; he gasps lightly when a hand, calloused and rough, pushes his own away, wrapping fast and stroking his length, movements somewhat out of sync with what Sasuke is used to - and yet hotter, knowing that this is Naruto, feeling the wetness between his legs and the still-hard cock pushed insistently inside of him just before he climaxes.
"...N...N-Naruto," he gasps as he comes, spilling white against the wooden door, not caring about anything but the way Naruto's hands are moving along his shaft, or the sweet, harsh press of flesh deeper inside.
He doesn't say anything else as Naruto pulls out, muttering an "oops" as his come drips to the floor in a long, thick stream; doesn't think to protest when Naruto licks teasingly along his thigh before cleaning him off and re-dressing him, then nudging his body towards the bedroom.
"...D'you want me to go?" asks the blond, standing at the doorway.
Sasuke's mind feels hazy. He stares blankly at Naruto.
"Uh...Are you okay, Sasuke?" Naruto asks.
"Get. In."
"Huh?"
Sasuke points to the space beside him on the bed.
Naruto stares; his face gently slides into a smile. "Get out, get in... You're really finicky sometimes, you know that?"
"Shut up before I murder you," says Sasuke, though his heart isn't in it. He's sore in places that he knows will be embarrassing tomorrow, and the unspoken conversation - namely, "What does this all mean?" - hangs awkwardly in the air.
Naruto shuffles out of most of his clothing, sliding next to Sasuke beneath he covers. He rests softly on Sasuke's chest, which is still exposed. "G'night," he mumbles sleepily.
Sasuke rests one palm on top of the blond's head, yawning despite himself. "I can't believe it took you three years," he mused quietly.
"Woulda been easier if you'd just told me you liked me," Naruto mumbles back.
"Who says I like you?" grumble Sasuke, sleep weighing heavily on his eyelids.
"Bastard."
Sasuke smirks, eyes closing pleasantly as he breathes in; Naruto's scent fading gently when he exhales. "Idiot."
By: worblehat
Fandom: Naruto
Pairing: Naruto/Sasuke
Rating: NC-17
Notes: Written for 50_smutlets. Unbeta'd and just...really dirty. I feel a little embarrassed.
Prompt: #10, Alcohol.
Summary: Office AU, loosely based on RP. Naruto heads to the wrong place after a night of drinking.
Word Count: 1,752
Sasuke looks up from his book, turning around to frown at the door. Someone's knocking - loudly - and he knows that if they don't stop soon, he's going to be the one who hears about it in the morning.
Not bothering to resist the urge to swear, he rises from the couch, keeping his book in hand - figuring it may help, if he's reduced to beating the intruder senseless. He opens the door, a frown fixed on his face. Surprised but not bothering to show it, he leans forward, face-to-face with his flushed coworker. He'd look passably attractive if he didn't smell like a brewery, thinks Sasuke to himself before forcefully pushing the thought away.
"If you're looking for a bar, you took a wrong turn," he says, annoyed.
Naruto blinks, his head drawing closer, until it knocks gently against Sasuke's forehead. "I know that, bastard," he says, slurring. Pushing past the still-frowning Sasuke, Naruto stumbles to the couch, half-tripping on top of it, his face mashed unceremoniously into a pillow at the far end.
Sasuke closes the door, continuing to mutter. He stands over Naruto, nudging his legs. "It's three in the morning, moron."
Naruto answers something, his words muffled by the pillow.
"Stop inhaling my furniture and turn around."
Struggling somewhat, it takes Naruto a little over a minute to turn and stare blearily up at the dark, grim expression. "Sasuke? What're you doing here?" he asks, confused.
"I live here."
"Wha?" Naruto rubs at his eyes, propping himself up on one elbow and looking around. The kempt, cold look of Sasuke's apartment seems to sober him up somewhat. He stands, chuckling apologetically. "Must've gotten confused," he says, hicupping just once.
Sasuke folds his arms, glaring.
"What're you doing up, anyway?" asks Naruto curiously.
"Reading."
"Oh yeah?" says Naruto, stepping even closer, his palm sloppily covering Sasuke's as he struggles to read the book flap. "Which one?"
"Nevermind which one," Sasuke retorts, grabbing the book away and slamming it onto the coffee table. Naruto's eyes seem unfocused, and Sasuke doesn't know why, but he doesn't trust himself to be alone with Naruto - not right now. "Get out of my apartment."
"Aww, c'mon, Sasukeeeeeee," says Naruto, drawing out his name in a way that the dark-haired man hates.
"No."
"But -"
"Get. Out."
Naruto lowers his head, remaining silent for some moments as Sasuke privately wonders if he's passed out asleep while standing up. The blond begins walking towards the door and Sasuke, not quite sure of himself, follows. His hand is on the latch when Naruto stops him, forcing Sasuke's back against the door.
Their faces are nose-to-nose and Sasuke senses something amiss, though he can't pinpoint what. His heartbeat speeds up and he scowls. "You're blocking my way. It makes it harder to kick you out," he says, gritting his teeth.
"Funny," says Naruto, his voice lower than Sasuke can remember hearing - a way that makes his body warm up quickly; a not altogether unappealing reaction. "You're exactly where I need you to be."
"Meaning?" Sasuke prompts, his dark eyes challenging. His glare intensifies when Naruto's hands find his wrists, holding them fast above his head.
"How long've we been working together, Sasuke?" asks Naruto all of a sudden, his voice distant.
"...I don't know. Three years, maybe."
"Three years, huh? Seems longer..." says Naruto, mostly to himself. His breath is warm as he draws closer, speaking against Sasuke's mouth. Sasuke thinks he feels the wet trace of tongue, but can't be sure, and stays silent.
"D'you know how many times I've thought about doing something like this?" asks the blond gently, one hand at Sasuke's waist; dragging the simple, black pajamas upward, his palm flat against the taut, pale stomach. "You're warmer than I thought you'd be," he says in partial awe.
"Calling me a cold bastard doesn't actually make me one," Sasuke spits. His body shivers; Naruto's hand isn't cold - in fact, it's probably warmer than he himself is. But it feels...
Naruto's hips roll forward, pressing bluntly against Sasuke's own.
It feels...good, thinks Sasuke quietly, his body still. Disturbingly good.
The other man smirks against his cheek, palm sliding easily down, cupping the half-hard erection, rubbing back and forth as it grows. He wastes no time in tugging down the black pajama bottoms, hand wrapping around the solid length. Sasuke feels the sharp teeth biting into his neck and gasps.
And then something clicks.
"Y-You're not drunk," he stammers, having difficulty concentrating with the combination of teeth at his neck and hand so warm at his groin.
Naruto chuckles against his neck, a low rumbling sound that makes Sasuke's hips jerk forward in response. "I was wondering when you'd notice that."
"Then this -"
His hands are released, the blond's hands moving to his waist. "Turn around, Sasuke."
Seconds pass, strained - filled with expectation; with fear. Sasuke feels his throat go dry. "I've -"
"- Never done this before?" Naruto finishes for him. His mouth is gentle, his words doubly so as they press warm against his cheek. "I hoped you'd say that."
"Why?" asks Sasuke blearily, wondering if he's the drunk one. He's used to being the one in control, but Naruto is taking over so easily that he isn't sure what's what anymore. Am I dreaming? he wonders idly.
"Because you won't notice if I mess up."
Sasuke doesn't need to ask what Naruto's talking about, especially not when his pajama bottoms are pulled the rest of the way down, Naruto's lips pressing comfortingly against his neck; Naruto's hands undoing his shirt slowly, one hand fiddling with the buttons as the other touches the shivering skin, warming it.
His hands are on the door before he knows it, the sound of Naruto's zipper far too loud in his ears. "Naruto, I-"
Sasuke's protest is cut off as he feels something blunt rub against him, heavy between the the curve of his body, spreading his cheeks further apart. Something cold slithers down, warming quickly as Naruto continues to thrust against the skin; Sasuke turns to see him tossing something towards the nearest table, his own trousers already down around his ankles as he grabs Sasuke by the waist, shirt open, tanned muscles dark beneath the dim light.
"Sasuke...I'm sorry if this hurts."
His nails are digging into the wood of his door and Naruto's hands hold him steady, the tip of his cock wet with lubricant and precome as he begins to push himself slowly inside Sasuke's entrance. He hisses softly, thrusts shallow, pushing in deeper every few seconds. Sasuke silences his protests, his body feeling jumbled, awkward; mind racing, unable to understand why Naruto telling him what to do makes his whole body shudder, as if in wait for more commands. Naruto is in halfway before Sasuke cries out, and the blond stops, arms wrapping around Sasuke's waist. He waits, one of Sasuke's hands covering his and squeezing, trying not to tense as Naruto shoves, his dick fitting tight inside of Sasuke.
"...Oh my god," says Naruto, his voice raw, and Sasuke's body shudders again. It hurts, almost unbelievably, and Naruto increases the speed between their bodies before he's ready. His thrusts are quick and Sasuke can hear the wet slap of skin against skin as Naruto fucks him faster, almost desperately. Sasuke's hand is palming his own cock before he knows it, erection hardening easily as Naruto groans against his ear, the sound reverberating in his mind.
He doesn't mention the way Naruto looks when he's chewing on a pen, tongue running over the ruined plastic, or how it makes him frown, being jealous of a writing instrument; doesn't say how Naruto's name flashing on his phone display makes him smile when no one else around; doesn't admit how good it feels to lose himself in someone else's control.
-doesn't say "I'm letting you do this because I trust you," except in the buck of his hips, or the spread of his legs as Naruto slams into him, crying out, nails digging into Sasuke's waist as he spurts thick inside, come trailing wetly down the inside of Sasuke's thighs.
Naruto moans, satiated and calm. Sasuke pauses, wondering if Naruto will pull away; he gasps lightly when a hand, calloused and rough, pushes his own away, wrapping fast and stroking his length, movements somewhat out of sync with what Sasuke is used to - and yet hotter, knowing that this is Naruto, feeling the wetness between his legs and the still-hard cock pushed insistently inside of him just before he climaxes.
"...N...N-Naruto," he gasps as he comes, spilling white against the wooden door, not caring about anything but the way Naruto's hands are moving along his shaft, or the sweet, harsh press of flesh deeper inside.
He doesn't say anything else as Naruto pulls out, muttering an "oops" as his come drips to the floor in a long, thick stream; doesn't think to protest when Naruto licks teasingly along his thigh before cleaning him off and re-dressing him, then nudging his body towards the bedroom.
"...D'you want me to go?" asks the blond, standing at the doorway.
Sasuke's mind feels hazy. He stares blankly at Naruto.
"Uh...Are you okay, Sasuke?" Naruto asks.
"Get. In."
"Huh?"
Sasuke points to the space beside him on the bed.
Naruto stares; his face gently slides into a smile. "Get out, get in... You're really finicky sometimes, you know that?"
"Shut up before I murder you," says Sasuke, though his heart isn't in it. He's sore in places that he knows will be embarrassing tomorrow, and the unspoken conversation - namely, "What does this all mean?" - hangs awkwardly in the air.
Naruto shuffles out of most of his clothing, sliding next to Sasuke beneath he covers. He rests softly on Sasuke's chest, which is still exposed. "G'night," he mumbles sleepily.
Sasuke rests one palm on top of the blond's head, yawning despite himself. "I can't believe it took you three years," he mused quietly.
"Woulda been easier if you'd just told me you liked me," Naruto mumbles back.
"Who says I like you?" grumble Sasuke, sleep weighing heavily on his eyelids.
"Bastard."
Sasuke smirks, eyes closing pleasantly as he breathes in; Naruto's scent fading gently when he exhales. "Idiot."