a shudder racks sasuke’s lips as he gently twists the door knob open, the warm steam from his shower meeting the cool air. water freely dropping down from his hair to his face as his feet pitter patter out the bathroom and towards his and naruto’s bedroom.
“naruto?” he calls out, pouty roses, as naruto would call it, forming on his face when he hears no response. walking in further into the bedroom, and naruto still was nowhere to be found.
what else could he possibly be doing other than waiting for sasuke’s shower so he could dry his hair? what else could possibly be taking up his attention but him?
of course sasuke knew he was the most important thing to his boyfriend—although he wished he was the only thing—there was one other thing that could pull naruto away.
that stupid ps5. his suspicions prove correct as he makes his way downstairs, the scent of the lavender incense he burned earlier in the day filling his nostrils. on a normal day, he would linger near the stairs, admire the living room from there, smile at his choice of decor, pat himself on the back for taking charge because god knows naruto would just make everything a bright orange.
but today isn’t a normal day, and he’s reminded himself that by swiftly turning his head away, letting a snobby huff out and marching over to Naruto’s gaming room.
He doesn’t even bother to knock— he never does— just yanks the door open and stands there.
just like him, naruto’s shirtless, tanned torso hunched over slightly in his chair, eyes unmoving from the tv. sasuke lets his eyes roam down to the grey sweatpants hanging low on naruto’s hips, his lean but built frame exposed to sasuke in the most enticing way possible. the more he looks, the angrier he gets because while he’s getting all hot and bothered, naruto’s still glued to that stupid tv, pink lips tucked between those pearly whites in concentration.
its then that he realizes he never had a plan for what to do when he barges in, it was supposed to be that naruto would see him, drop everything for him and take him to the bed where he’ll dry his hair and cuddle him to sleep.
“ahem” he clears his throat, leaning against the door frame.
naruto’s raspy voice calls back out, and sasuke doesn’t let himself be elated because the stupid dobe still hasn’t picked his dumb dreamy eyes from the screen. “whats up sasuke!”
he wants to be nonchalant so bad, pretend like he doesn’t care, but he’s so— ugh!
“why weren’t you in bed dobe?” he pouts, fiddling around with the drawstring of his pajama pants.
cerulean eyes drift off the tv to sasuke, crinkling into that smirk that doesn’t make sasuke’s thighs clench. “i was just playing a game with kiba. little bastard kept shittalking all day yesterday.”
sasuke rolls his eyes, he really could care less what that dirty dog thinks, or says. “that’s why you didn’t stay upstairs?”
one eye brow perks up as he watches sasuke, amusement dancing in his eyes, “why? you needed anything?”
“you-“ sasuke scowls, fully knowing that naruto knows what he’s supposed to do. and no, its not something that sasuke needs, its naruto’s job.
“chill pretty, i was just fucking with you.” naruto laughs, shifting in his chair, spreading his leg wider as he motioned for sasuke to come sit.
a beat passes before sasuke moves, feigning reluctance to sit on the blonde’s lap, making his legs straddle naruto’s.
after shifting them around a little, naruto palms his boyfriends ass through his pajama pants. “happy now?”
“no. my hairs still wet and we haven’t cuddled.” he responds, voice muffled into the crook of naruto’s muscled shoulder.
