naruto is a selfless lover.
selfless in the sense that he makes absolutely sure you are spent before he even tries to put his cock in you. the type that looks up at you, your hands with fistfuls of his golden hair, with big blue eyes asking you how you’re feeling. if you feel good.
you know what he’s really asking. is he being good? is he making you feel good?
but that’s not all that you love about naruto.
deep down inside of him, you feel kurama. the nine-tails is impossible to ignore with his massive presence, practically swallowing you whole. they both feel a sense of protection over you, the very thought of you in any danger sending kurama himself into a rage. how could he forgive himself if he couldn’t protect you both?
kurama is not all that different to naruto in his machinations. when naruto’s deep inside of you, his cock stretching against your walls, you feel the fox inside of him brush against you, too. as if he is asking for your consent. you always chuckle when he does so. kurama, you say, how unlike you to ask for permission.
the fox reels back at the admission. it would be rude of me to encroach on this moment without asking, he only bites back, but you smile anyway as naruto’s skin blazes yellow, black markings appearing across his chest.
naruto really can tame anything, you think to yourself as his nose brushes against your own, panting. do ya feel good? he asks.
you nod. how could you not, when two beings are embracing you with equal measure?
