Crimson Skyclad Club

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Rating: Explicit
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Category: M/M
Fandom: Naruto
Relationship: Uchiha Sasuke/Uzumaki Naruto
Characters: Uzumaki Naruto, Uchiha Sasuke
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Organized Crime, Sex Worker Uchiha Sasuke, Lap
Sex, Coming Untouched, Undercover Missions, Undercover Cop Naruto,
Top Uzumaki Naruto, Bottom Uchiha Sasuke, NaruSasu - Freeform,
Human Trafficking, Akatsuki are Organized Crime, Chastity Device,
Anal Sex, Crossdressing, Prompt Fic
Language: English
Series: Part 9 of Where The Sun Meets the Moon Naruto Server Prompts
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Stats: Published: 2023-09-24 Updated: 2023-12-11 Words: 5,227 Chapters: 2/?
 Crimson Skyclad Club
by GoldenEyesObsession

Summary

After searching for years to locate his missing childhood friend, Uchiha Sasuke, Naruto finds
him doing sex work.

When the opportunity to go undercover with the criminal organization, Akatsuki, Naruto
can't pass it up. He is not nearly as prepared for finding Sasuke as he thought he'd be.

Notes

Prompts for this month's Smut Prompts:

Act (10): Coming Untouched

Thing (5): Dildos/Butt Plugs/Sex Toys
Location (43): Strip Club
Quote (32): "Shall we put that mouth to better use?"
 Chapter 1
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes

Being escorted to the Crimson Skyclad Club for the first time since getting into to Akatsuki
over two years ago, Naruto willed his heart rate to stay even. The time had made him get
good— very good— at hiding his feelings, at spinning his nerves off into other, less obvious
habits. This was supposed to be a reward for him, a sign of trust. Not just anyone was
allowed into the strip club and brothel that serviced some of the richest—and most
unscrupulous—people in the country. It was too much of a cash cow to risk.

“Sit down and relax, man,” Kankuro told him, relaxing in a chair next to his as the music
began to play and the lights went down. “You’re like a teenager with a crush.”

It was an apt description—one his friend Shikamaru had accused him of—considering the
object of his obsession was about to step onto the stage.

The music built and the lights came up, revealing Uchiha Sasuke leaning against the stripper
pole, wearing heels that Naruto had no idea how he stood in, much less danced in, and not a
whole lot else, truth be told. Very short black shorts, a top—or so it could generously be
called, it barely covered his nipples—that had billowy sleeves with slits running up them, and
a bunch of straps between the top and bottom Naruto couldn’t quite make sense of.

The only splash of color were the wings of red over eyes black enough to lose yourself in,
and the equally brilliant red mouth. The color was so bright against his moon-pale skin that it
was almost garish, but it recalled the image that had first driven Naruto to his obsession when
he joined the police force right out of high school.

He’d probably been only six months into the job when a training course had come through,
and they’d shared an open case—

And a picture. A picture of one, Uchiha Sasuke, red makeup smudged around black eyes,
naked from at least the waist up, and red lipstick that had been smeared around his mouth as
though he’d been sloppily kissed.

Naruto had been immediately obsessed. Knowing who the victim in the image was earned
him some unexpected credit that would eventually get him working his way onto a task force,
and even going undercover in a joint operation.

And now, the image that had haunted more dreams that Naruto wanted to examine too closely
was dancing before him.

As the music played, Sasuke shifted effortlessly between undulating against the pole, teasing,
tantalizing, and performing acrobatics that swung between downright impressive and
obscene.
By the time the show was done, Naruto was aching in his pants and trying really fucking hard
not to do anything about it. It was a strip club, after all. Someone having this reaction to a
dancer was hardly a surprise.

“You really like Raven, huh?” Kankuro asked him, giving him a leer at the tent in Naruto’s
pants. “Guys aren’t really my type, but he’s hot enough, I’d fuck him.”

Naruto swallowed, trying to ignore how turned on he was. He made a move to get up. “I’m
just going to go, uh, take care of—”

Before he could fully stand, Kankuro grabbed his arm, making him pause. He grinned, and
the makeup he wore made the smile appear exaggerated to the point of being creepy. “Your
reward’s not over yet. Sit down.” He said it like it was a suggestion, but it was pretty clear it
wasn’t.

Settling back into his seat, Naruto didn’t have a chance to ask what he meant before Sasuke
moving through the scattered tables and seats caught his eye. He’d changed, still wearing
heels, but now they were just strappy stilettos rather than the dangerously high platforms he’d
danced in. The dress he wore was red wrap-around—which was a fucking stunning color on
him—with a scandalously short and tight skirt, before the fabric climbed up from behind him
to cup his chest, then crossed in front of his throat, finally wrapping around his neck. If he’d
had breasts, the top of the dress would have showed off a lot of underboob cleavage, and with
the way it was cut, it almost gave the illusion of it.

Gripping the arms of the chair so that he didn’t reach out to touch—he knew that much at
least—he stared as Sasuke came to a stop in front of him. He didn’t immediately address
Naruto, and if he recognized him, he showed no sign of it, but his eyes did flicker over to
Kankuro.

“Yeah, Raven, this is the one tonight,” Kankuro told him.

At the simple confirmation, Sasuke turned his attention back to Naruto entirely. Like
watching a mask melt away, Sasuke’s stoic facade gave way. His posture became slightly
slouched, shoulders dropping, pressing his chest up and forward, his head tilted so he was
watching Naruto through his lashes, and he bit his lip just a little.

“I hear someone has been a very good boy and deserves a reward.”

If Naruto had been flagging at all, it was gone in an instant. He could not have spoken if his
life depended on it.

“Have you ever had a lap dance?” Sasuke asked him, his voice breathy and probably
artificially high, but it still wasn’t high. Naruto would have rather heard his normal voice,
but, honestly, if Sasuke kept talking to him like that, he was going to come in his damn
pants.

“No,” Naruto squawked, much to his shame. It did nothing to help cool his hard-on though.

“That’s okay,” Sasuke said, giving him a little smile. “I’m going to touch you, okay?”
Naruto nodded so enthusiastically that Kankuro snorted, but Sasuke didn’t comment on it.
Fuck, he shouldn’t want this so bad. Sasuke was a victim. He wasn’t like Kankuro, a player in
the organized crime ring that was Akatsuki—he was a sex worker, and not one who did the
job because he had an option in it.

It was really fucking hard to try to keep those facts in mind as Sasuke stroked his hands over
Naruto’s shoulders, then down his arms until they wrapped around his wrists. “Rule one,”
Sasuke said, drawing Naruto’s attention back to his face. “No touching. These stay here.” He
patted Naruto’s wrists as he released them, and Naruto whimpered at the loss.

He didn’t have long to mourn it. Sauske’s hands rose again to brace himself on Naruto’s
shoulders, and he slid one leg through an arm, then sat on Naruto’s lap before repeating the
process with the other leg, grinding their crotches up against each other. The skirt was so
short that just straddling Naruto like this meant that Naruto’s trapped cock was rubbing up
under the skirt, between Sasuke’s legs, against his own underwear-trapped cock.

Rocking his hips as if in experimentation, Sasuke said, “Oh, big boy there, aren’t you?”

Naruto was going to come in his pants before they even got started at this rate.

Glancing up from beneath his lashes, Sasuke asked, “Think you can last five minutes for
me?”

No. No, Naruto did not think he could last for five minutes with Sasuke literally humping his
lap.

“I think you can,” Sasuke said, his voice seeming to whisper against Naruto’s skin, making
his hair stand on end—making his cock stand even more, despite being trapped in his pants.

The music took on an alluring undertone, and Sasuke began to rock his hips in ways that
Naruto, frankly, did not know that men could move them. He left his forearms resting on
Naruto’s shoulders, rocking his hips, twisting them, moving his torso in a way that was
almost independent of his hips, and it was… fuck, it was one of the hottest things Naruto had
ever experienced.

It was all heightened by the fact that he could feel Sasuke’s erection rubbing against his. As
he— danced seemed the wrong word for it, but Naruto didn’t have a better one—moved in
Naruto’s lap, he maintained eye contact, even as he would lift his head back and bare his
throat.

Naruto’s mouth was filled with saliva, hungry to taste. He wanted to touch, to kiss, to suck.
Clutching at the arms of the chair, it took all his self-control—which was fraying with every
second Sasuke writhed on him—not to grab Sasuke around the waist and bend him over to
fuck him, right here in the room, where anyone could see.

As if he could read Naruto’s mind, Sasuke shifted up a little higher, letting the tent of
Naruto’s trapped dick rub up between his ass cheeks, taunting him.
Sasuke gasped and sighed as he did it, and Naruto belated realized he was feeling something
a little hard between Sasuke’s cheeks. His mouth fell open as he stared up at Sasuke, hands
clutching the chair arms so tightly that they were digging into his palms.

“You look hungry, gorgeous,” Sasuke said, a soft flush coloring his cheeks, making him look
even more sinful as he continued to ride Naruto’s lap as though he were actually fucking him.
He took an arm back, tugging the large strap of the fabric covering his pecs up, revealing a
perfect, pink nipple. “Shall we put that mouth to better use?” he asked, then tangled the hand
that had been teasing Naruto’s nape up into his hair to tug him forward.

Well, he’d only been told he wasn’t allowed to touch with his hands. Naruto opened his
mouth and eagerly took the nipple into his mouth, relishing the way Sasuke shuddered as he
did. Glancing up through his own lashes, watching as Sasuke still rolled and rocked his hips
on Naruto’s—grinding down hard enough for Naruto to be sure that he did have some kind of
plug inside of him—Naruto pulled the nipple between his teeth and teased.

Sasuke’s mouth fell open, his eyes drifting closed, like wings of black ink against his moonlit
complexion. Naruto could feel Sasuke’s arousal pressing into his stomach, and the chair
handles creaked beneath Naruto’s grip.

Then, without even realizing anything had changed, Sasuke released him, sat back, pulling
his chest away while pressing at Naruto’s chest to keep him from chasing the sweetness of his
skin. The sound of pure longing Naruto let out should have been embarrassing, but he
couldn’t hold it back, too keyed up to react to the denial in any other way.

“You’re sweet,” Sasuke said, and his voice actually sounded a little bit affectionate as he
stood and moved out of the chair’s arms with a grace that should not have been as hot as it
was. How could he make getting awkwardly out of a chair look sexy?

Tugging the dress back down into place, Sasuke tipped Naruto’s chin up with a couple of
fingertips, then leaned in and kissed his cheek. “Congrats,” he said.

“Wait, it’s over?” Naruto squawked, his voice going comically high and cracking. How
embarrassing. His voice hadn’t cracked like that since he’d been a teenager.

Next to him, Kankuro cackled as Sasuke turned and strode off, his hips swinging as if he
didn’t have a raging hard-on beneath that skirt and a toy up his ass.

“The reward wasn’t just the lap dance, kid,” Kankuro said, drawing Naruto’s attention
unwillingly back to him. “You’ve got the right to buy time with the merchandise now. Off
peak times, but discounted rates. You want to fuck Raven?” he asked, nodding in the
direction Sasuke was striding. “You just gotta set up an appointment and put up some cash.”

As if he’d been dumped in a freezing pool, Naruto suddenly remembered he was undercover.
It’d be completely unethical for him to sleep with Sasuke, wouldn’t it? To pay for his time?
Of course, it was probably fairly unethical to jerk off to porn featuring Sasuke too, but it was
what he’d needed to do to get close enough to even see him in person.

Damned if he did; damned if he didn’t.

 “How much?” he asked.

Kankuro’s grin grew wide.

As soon as Sasuke stepped backstage, he pressed himself against the wall, and finally let
himself breathe, gasping, trying to slow his racing heart.

Naruto. Why was Naruto here? Surely that idiot hadn’t gotten involved with Akatsuki? But
he was with Kankuro. Kankuro had told Sasuke that he was supposed to give a lap dance to a
new lieutenant, but Naruto?

He’d been a child the last time Sauske had seen him, but there was no mistaking those
features, the scarred cheeks, the sky-brilliant blue eyes, the sunshine blond hair. Maybe he
shouldn’t be so surprised Naruto was here—he’d been an orphan and poor. Organized crime
easily preyed on marginalized populations to begin with. Maybe Naruto growing up big and
strong enough to attract their attention shouldn’t have been a surprise. Maybe he had even
just been looking for a place to belong and was finally worn down enough to want to strike
back at those who had cared so little about him.

Even more perplexing than Naruto being here had been Sasuke’s reaction to him. Lap dances
were usually some level of arousing—the toys the dancers were required to wear certainly
helped with that—but there had been something so much more intense with Naruto. Sasuke
had never been that turned on by just a client. Not just from a lap dance.

Without really thinking about it, a hand slipped behind him, teasing down his crack through
the dress, till he found and pushed on the end of the plug inside of him. The arm rocked into
his taint, perfectly teasing his prostate from the outside while the plug teased it from within.
Sasuke shoved his wrist into his mouth to bite down and silence himself as he came,
completely untouched, just from that.

As he slumped against the wall, underwear full of come, hungry summer-sky eyes watched
him behind his own eyelids.

What would be worse? he wondered. If Naruto opts to fuck me.

Or if he doesn’t.

Sasuke didn’t know.

Chapter End Notes

Okay, so this could easily be a longer fic 'cause the structure for more is here. I'm
thinking of kind of treating it like Beware of Alphas and leave it kind of open-ended, so
that as prompts come along and inspire me to keep working on it, I can do so. Let me
know how you feel about that--'cause it won't be any kind of standard or consistent
update.

If you want to find my softer side, check me out at AngelSelene. If you're curious about
all the random things I'm working on and want to listen to me complain (affectionately)
about writing, you can follow me at GoldenEyedKim on tumblr.

Kudos and comments are very much loved and appreciated but never required.
 Chapter 2
Chapter Notes

Prompts

Trope/Kink: (20) Rough/Angry Sex

Object/Body Part: (12) Lipstick
Setting: (4) Beach
Quote: (18) “Stay still, don’t move your hips.”

See the end of the chapter for more notes

Naruto almost couldn’t believe he was going to do this. But he had the money, and he had the
opportunity. He was allowed.

In his pants, his cock throbbed at the idea. It, at least, knew exactly what it wanted, and what
it wanted was to be inside of Sasuke.

He doesn’t have a choice in this. If you pay… he doesn’t get to say no.

His conscience, however, sounded distant and faint. He had made his appointment, and he
knew that he couldn’t fake it—he had to go and make it real or he was going to draw a lot of
very unwanted attention to himself. Already Kankuro was suspicious of why Naruto hadn’t
jumped on the opportunity to fuck a stripper he was so obviously enamored with.

But it was still Sasuke.

His cock grew harder.

Naruto got out of his car, the beach just across the street from the club. The sound of the
waves bringing in the evening tide and the scent of salt filled him, but only for a moment. All
too soon the salt-scent made him think of sweat and sex, which only made him think of what
Sasuke would look like, sweating and panting.

Refusing to keep dragging his feet, Naruto walked up the ramp, his feet crunching on the
sand, and ducked out of the dying evening light into the dim light of the club.

It was early for the club, technically before the shows even started, but that was part of the
deal. Not only did he get to take advantage of the merchandise, but he did have to do it off-
hours.

So a time like now.

A thin woman in something that only barely qualified as clothing rushed up to him. “You
are…?”

“Naruto,” he said.

“Oh, yes! Kankuro-sama said you’d be by. You’re seeing Raven, right?”

He put his hands in his pockets and tried to look nonchalant, as if buying time with a sex
worker was something he did all the time. “Yeah.”

“Why don’t you have a seat?” she suggested. “I’ll go check and make sure that Raven is
ready for you.”

Naruto nodded and walked over to sit down at a seat at the bar. He waved off the bartender,
trying to hide his nervousness.

If asked, he couldn’t tell if he waited for an hour or two minutes, but he saw the bartender
look out behind him, and he was pretty sure that meant that Sasuke was there.

Spinning in the seat, he set eyes on Sasuke as he slunk his way around the tables. He was all
in red, from his heels, to the dress that was more straps than dress—where the hell did he
hide his junk in that?—and he was wearing red lipstick.

It brought the image of Sasuke that he’d seen—the one that brought him into this case—so
strongly to mind, it almost made his blood run cold.

If Sasuke recognized him, he showed no sign of it.

Before even saying anything, Sasuke reached out and slid a hand up Naruto’s arm, black nails
a contrast with the outfit, giving an edge to it somehow. “I was told you wanted me in red,”
he said, his voice low and sultry. However much the lipstick on Sasuke’s mouth had unnerved
him, that voice brought Naruto back.

Naruto almost swallowed his tongue. He croaked out, “Yeah?” more like a question than an
answer.

A smile curled at Sasuke’s mouth. “Do you want to go somewhere… a little more private?”

Behind him, the bartender said, “Even before hours, public sex comes with an upcharge.”

The reminder of someone else being there seemed to kick action back into Naruto. He stood
up, hands hesitating above Sasuke’s waist, unsure if he was allowed to touch yet.

Sasuke noticed, twisted in his grip, then pressed Naruto’s hands to his waist, then looked over
his shoulder. “Let’s go where you’re allowed to touch anywhere you want,” he said.

Just the sultry depths of his voice made Naruto whimper.

He followed Sasuke back past a curtained-off doorway, down a hall with doors closed—
probably more than a dozen. It was enough to kick his cop brain back in, and he realized that
the scope of the sex work going on here was definitely greater than he thought.

“This place doesn’t look this big from the outside,” he couldn’t help but comment.

Sasuke stopped at one of the last doors in the hall—a raven icon is on the door—and opened
it up.

The room was small but cozy, and a window looked out at the sea across the way. For a
moment, Naruto’s so taken by the view and the upscale quality of the room that he almost
forgets that there weren’t windows on the front of the building.

“How…?”

“It’s a screen,” Sasuke said. “I thought you might like seeing the ocean.”

Naruto did. He loved the ocean, always had.

But if Sasuke didn’t remember him, he shouldn’t know that.

As if realizing that he’d been a little too on the nose, Sasuke said, “You’re really tan, so I just
figured…”

“You know—!”

Sasuke covered the distance between them and kissed Naruto to silence him. He was a very,
very good kisser, and Naruto couldn’t resist kissing him back, cupping the back of Sasuke’s
head, pulling his body tight against his own.

When the kiss broke, Sasuke met Naruto’s eyes from beneath his lashes. “I want to see how
far that tan goes,” he said, twisting Naruto around and pushing him to sit on the end of the
bed. He closed the distance between them, spreading Naruto’s knees wider and stepping
between them. “Or would you rather see all of me?”

Naruto’s pants tented obviously, and Sasuke glanced down at them, a little pleased curl to his
mouth again. It wasn’t quite a smile, but it made heat build in Naruto’s own crotch.

“Wh-whatever you want,” Naruto stuttered, and winced at it.

“You’re the one paying for my time, gorgeous,” Sasuke said. “I’m here to fill your dreams.”

Naruto shivered at the promise, eyes fixed on those red, red lips. This time, they didn’t just
curl, but actually grinned.

“You like my mouth, gorgeous?” he asked.

Swallowing, Naruto nodded.

“Would you like to see it wrapped around your dick?”

The sound Naruto let out was embarrassing—something almost like a yelp—but Sasuke
didn’t seem bothered by it, and Naruto’s cock was going to start staining his pants if he
wasn’t careful.

Without waiting for a more articulate response, Sasuke’s hands went to the button on
Naruto’s pants, opening it up, then pulling the zipper down, staring Naruto in the eye as he bit
his lip—his teeth so bright white against the red lipstick.

Naruto’s cock sprang out of the pants, like a dog eager to greet its master. Sasuke glanced
down and his smile grew bigger. “I knew you were a big boy,” he said, sounding pleased.
Then he sank down to his knees—how he did that so gracefully in that tiny dress and those
dramatic heels, Naruto had no fucking clue—but he did, taking Naruto’s dick in his soft,
delicate hand, and pulling the tip down.

There wasn’t a moment of hesitation before Sasuke stuck out his tongue to lap at Naruto’s
head, as if taking a taste before deciding to dive in. Seeing those red lips wrapped around his
dick about made Naruto come on the spot, but Sasuke lifted a hand to put some pressure at
the base of his cock, and it kept him under control.

Ink-black eyes in a setting of ink-black lashes, highlighted by a wing of red across the lids
that matched the red of his mouth stared up at him as he sucked Naruto like he was a
particularly succulent treat. With no apparent effort, he took Naruto all the way down to the
root, humming with him down his throat. Naruto reflexively put his hands on Sasuke’s head,
then moaned as he realized how soft Sasuke’s hair was.

Sasuke hummed around him again, then swallowed, and Naruto came with a gasp, pouring
down his throat. Sasuke drank him down as if he thoroughly enjoyed it, then pulled off,
lapping delicately at the tip.

No one who just sucked someone’s brain out through their dick should be able to look that
innocent.

Naruto used the hands gripping Sasuke’s hair to pull him up and kiss him, driving his tongue
deep into Sasuke’s mouth, chasing his taste in Sasuke’s mouth. Sasuke groaned into the kiss,
returning it with equal fervor, somehow moving so that he straddled Naruto’s lap.

Apparently they could both kiss and breathe at the same time, so Naruto continued to kiss
him until he could feel his dick recovering. He dropped on of his hands from Sasuke’s hair to
stroke over his body, down his side, over the inside of his thighs, before finally creeping up
under the dress.

He wasn’t expecting what he found, but maybe he should have. Sasuke whimpered into his
mouth when he cupped the swell of tight balls beneath a plastic cock cage. It surprised him
enough to make him break the kiss, and his cock throbbed as it got harder again.

“Caged?” he asks, teasing his fingertips over the delicate, taut skin of Sasuke’s balls.

Letting out a little whine, Sasuke’s hips twitched, though toward or away from Naruto, he
couldn’t tell. “Always,” he said, his voice a little raspier, either from kissing or from the blow
job. “If you want it off next time, you’ll need to pay more.”

Naruto felt his eyebrows go up. “More to get it off?” he asked. “I would have expected more
to leave it on.”

Rocking his hips slightly forward, letting Naruto continue to tease him, Sasuke said, “All the
male dancers are always in chastity. Our pleasure isn’t important, and we can come from
behind or dry, or we don’t get to come at all,” he explained.

Really, Naruto should be horrified by that; his cock disagreed though, getting harder.
Releasing Sasuke’s balls, Naruto’s fingers wandered further back, finding his hole, not
surprised to find it slick and lubed.

“I can take you bare?” Naruto asked, rubbing his fingertip around the rim.

Sasuke’s eyes fluttered closed and he tilted his head back, showing off his bare throat. “You
had to be tested to set up time with me,” he said, his voice barely a whisper, and he opened
his thighs wider. “So you’re allowed to come on me… or in me…” He bit his bottom lip
again.

“I want to be inside you,” Naruto said, his own voice dropping with his arousal, his muscles
growing tense with the need to grab, grasp, to grip and bruise. He pulled Sasuke’s head back
with the grip in his hair and licked up his throat. “I want to make you come on my cock.” He
nipped at Sasuke’s sharp chin. “Want to make you beg for it. Will you beg for me, Sas—!”

The name was torn from his mouth when Sasuke shoved him back, making him gasp as his
back hit the bed. He didn’t let go of Sasuke’s hair, so yanked him forward as he fell, but that
was okay. He wanted to feel Sasuke all over him.

“Raven,” Sasuke hissed, then a little gentler, repeated, “Raven, baby.”

Right. Naruto shouldn’t know Sasuke’s real name.

Still, Naruto was a little irritated at Sasuke shoving him around. He took his hand from
between Sasuke’s legs and rucked the dress up until he was naked from the waist down, then
tsked. “What a pretty little slut,” he said. “So hungry to be fucked, you didn’t even wear
underwear.” He stroked his fingertips over Sasuke’s hole again, then over his taint, around his
balls before teasing a nail at the tip of the slit of Sasuke’s cage. “So horny you need to have
your pretty little cock locked up, don’t you?”

Sasuke shivered on his lap, and Naruto felt his cock get hard enough to stand upright.

“I want you to mount me,” Naruto said. “I want you to watch you take me in nice and slow.”

Not needing any further direction, Sasuke knelt up over him, naked from the waist down, a
red cock cage to match his dress and makeup confining him. He was completely smooth, the
skin of his intimate places as pale as anywhere else, meaning Sasuke didn’t get out to see the
real sun much. Somehow, having the dress hiked up around his hips made his naked lower
half even more obscene. Naruto had a fleeting moment of wondering if he should be doing
this at all—if this made him as bad as the man he was pretending to be—but he’d already had
this argument with himself before he ever made the appointment with Sasuke.

And the moment Sasuke sank down, that Naruto felt the head of his cock pressing to the furl
of Sasuke’s hole, the moment before it sucked him in—all thoughts of should I be doing this
went straight out of his mind.

The head of his cock popped in, and Sasuke let out a soft breath, stilled for a moment, and
continued down.

Hot, tight, wet, slick, good, no too good, no perfect. This is right. It’s right, it’s right, it’s
right.

Naruto watched where their bodies joined as Sasuke eased himself down with agonizing
slowness, but Naruto didn’t tell him to hurry up, even though his body was so tense, he
nearly vibrated with it.

When Sasuke finally came to rest on his hips, Naruto’s cock buried to the hilt, he let out a
little whimper, and Naruto noticed his trapped cock twitch. A tiny pearlescent bead formed
at the tip, and Naruto ran his thumb over it, gathering it, then ran it across Sasuke’s bottom
lip, making the lipstick look glossy.

“You like being filled, don’t you, pretty bird?” Naruto asked, forcing himself to use a pet
name instead of Sasuke’s name.

Sasuke nodded. “Yes,” he said. “I do.”

“You said all the dancers can come from behind or dry… can you do that?”

Again, Sasuke nodded as Naruto stroked the inside of his thighs, enjoying the perfection of
being inside of Sasuke, of getting to touch him.

“Which one can you do?” Naruto asked.

Sasuke let out a soft moan and twitched his hips, as if searching for pleasure, and Naruto
grabbed his waist tightly. “Stay still,” he warned. “Don’t move your hips. At least, not till I
tell you.”

Night-black eyes met his own, and though he held himself perfectly still, Naruto could feel
Sasuke tighten around him, milking him with his muscles. Naruto groaned at the feeling, and
slapped Sasuke’s ass in reflex. It made Sasuke yelp in a way that was oddly satisfying.

“Behave,” he warned, sitting up. He tugged the top of the dress straps down, revealing
Sasuke’s chest, and rubbed at one pec while he took Sasuke’s other nipple into his mouth,
sucking on it hard enough to pull it between his teeth. It made Sasuke gasp and writhe on
him. He put his own hands into Naruto’s hair, holding him close while Naruto teased the
obviously sensitive nipple, taking the other into his fingers and twisting and tugging it.

“Naruto!” Sasuke cried out, clinging to him.

 Hearing his name, said by Sasuke, said like that, made something in Naruto feel like it
snapped.

He pulled his mouth away from Sasuke’s chest and growled, “Say it again!” as he thrust up.

“Naruto!”

“Again!” he demanded, beginning to give hard, pounding thrusts, driving up and into Sasuke,
making sure their hips met with near bruising force.

Holding tightly to his shoulders, Sasuke managed to say, “Naruto!” He was moving in time
with Naruto now, meeting his thrusts.

“You’re going to come for me,” Naruto told him, burying a hand in Sasuke’s hair and pulling
his head back hard enough to make him arch his back. “You’re going to come on my cock!”

“Yes!” Sasuke whined, then keened as his body tensed. It was almost too tight, but the way
Sasuke’s body milked him pulled Naruto over the edge with him.

On reflex, Naruto bit down on the join of Sasuke’s neck, making Sasuke tense around him
again. They rocked together until the aftershocks passed, and Naruto rested his forehead
against Sasuke’s shoulder while Sasuke’s fingers massaged Naruto’s head and neck, almost
lazily. Naruto wondered if this was always what paid sex felt like? If it always felt like
coming home, like it was absolutely right. He’d never had sex like that before, where he felt
like he belonged where he was.

“Say it again,” Naruto said, barely a whisper.

Still running his hands through Naruto’s hair, Sasuke said, “Naruto,” again.

Despite the sense of rightness he had, something itched at the back of his mind, and when it
finally clicked, he looked up sharply.

You know who I am, he realized. I never told you my name, but you know it.

Sasuke was going to have some explaining to do.

Chapter End Notes

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