he exudes a hum, dismissing the blond’s theatrics for they dissolve soon enough-- instead replaced with the intimacy of mouths once again. he too found it strange, how touches vivid with pain && dislike had eased into something more soft, something overflowing with emotions screeching of sentiment, that could only be unearthed in lovers’ notes the man had always found awfully wholesome. saccharine tones too stunning even to himself, yet he was wrapped in the daring embrace of the sun itself-- burning, always burning away into a raw openness that left his lips parted around an exuberant tongue with his own rolling in kind.
toned body pressed into the mold of one more obvious in it’s strengths-- fingers of sole hand rolling along the expanse of that broad back. it’s a comfort-- the signs of their resilience, memories ingrained into flesh. perhaps he was sappy too, wanting to remember excruciatingly every moment of suffering that made revelations sugary && delightful even to a tongue that never enjoyed such treats. breaths are warm, sasuke unwilling to move quite yet- lips stubbornly in place to brush against naruto’s in each spoken word. ‘ make good on your promise. ’
and an action usually regarded with disdain, resulting in a scolding instead makes him chuckle once again despite the lost of his balance. hand wandering, busying itself in the exploration of short golden strands, how pressed nails feel against the skin of naruto’s neck then upper back-- all of it adding to his own newfound peace with the day of which he’d been born. ‘ sounds like a challenge then. ’
and they went to the bedroom, his own lips finding naruto’s first eagerly. falling bodies heavy into as promised ( a bed full of rose petals, again--- something characteristic of the other to try ) fated only to untangle much, much later.
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