Naruto watches as Sasuke puts Saya, the new baby, to bed. The twins are already sleeping, and Saya is finally sleeping through the night at five months. The twins took much longer since they would constantly wake one another up. It had been a trick to figure out how to get them to settle down together.
As it usually does, his heart feels tight as he watches Sasuke be tender with their children. He’d always known—on some level—that Sasuke would be a good parent, but having that instinct is different than actually seeing it in action. It’s a reserved tenderness, much like Naruto suspects Itachi had toward Sasuke when he’d been young, but he’s attentive and surprisingly forgiving, and he’s always—always—willing to hug and hold and cuddle.
Sometimes it makes Naruto a little jealous, that their children get so much of Sasuke’s affection.
Crossing the room, Naruto brushes Sasuke’s ponytail over his shoulder and tugs the back of the kimono collar to reveal the back of Sasuke’s nape. Pale and beautiful—much like everything about Sasuke is—the hickey he usually leaves there is nearly faded.
Before he can lean forward to fix that, Sasuke turns and places a hand on Naruto’s chest.
“To bed?” he suggests, not denying Naruto—he knows better than to deny Naruto—but putting him off just for a few minutes.
Smiling to let Sasuke know that Naruto knows what he’s doing with the redirect, he rests a hand heavily on Sasuke’s waist and nods. “Yeah,” he says, low, with a little thrum of a growl in it. “To bed.”
Sasuke shoots a last look over his shoulder to check on the baby again, but comes with him.
Once in their room, Sasuke immediately begins to undo the obi, then the ties required to get him out of the kimono.
“How was your day?” he asks, disrobing as though it’s not the enticing, tempting thing that it is.
It’s hard to think about what was going on at his desk when he has Sasuke revealing all of his skin in front of him. Naruto quickly begins to strip himself as well, hungry to feel their skin pressed together. He’s halfway out of his pants when Sasuke says, “Naruto?” and he realizes that Sasuke had been sincerely asking.
“Oh, uh…” Naruto’s brain has to backtrack, and he grimaces. “Shika had me going over paperwork and etiquette for dealing with the Lakeside delegation coming next month.”
That gets a finely shaped eyebrow raising in curiosity. In theory, Naruto isn’t really supposed to share certain information with Sasuke, but he’s pretty sure that, at this point, Shika just takes it for granted that Naruto’s going to tell Sasuke almost everything.
“They’re looking for a potential trade and protection agreement from a hidden village?”
Naruto winces, finishing kicking his pants aside, then grabbing Sasuke’s waist before Sasuke can pick them up and scold Naruto for just throwing them around the room.
“Yeah,” Naruto says, pressing his body along Sasuke’s back, his co*ck growing heavy. If there’s one thing Naruto misses from before bringing Sasuke out of his captivity, it’s the fact that he could spend most of his private time with Sasuke inside Sasuke. It’s not just revealing Sasuke back to the village that has made that impractical, or his rise to Hokage—though he’s gotten to take Sasuke over that desk more times than he can count—having kids is a surprising damper on being able to romance his lover whenever he wants. It’s the one downside Naruto can think of to having kids. Everything else is fantastic. And if getting kids with Sasuke means Sasuke can’t co*ckwarm as often as he used to, Naruto supposes that’s a fair trade.
But all of the children are in bed, and he can have Sasuke any way he wants now, especially when he tosses a little chakra at the seals on the walls that will insulate their sound. That was a clever bit of spell work that Naruto figured out when he was holding Sasuke, and it’s not like Sasuke’s chakra has recovered to the point that he can do anything about them, even if he wanted to.
He fastens his mouth to the back of Sasuke’s neck, holding his arms tight around Sasuke’s shockingly thin waist, determined to refresh the mark there.
“Na—” Sasuke gasps, squirming, but not really trying to get away. He doesn’t actually want to get away, and they both know it by now. “Shouldn’t we…” he trails off as Naruto slides a hand down to stroke his already more than half-hard dick.
Releasing Sasuke’s neck, sure that the hickey is renewed, Naruto places a softer kiss on his shoulder. “I don’t want to think about work when I’m in bed with you.”
And before Sasuke can make the pithy remark that they’re in the bedroom and not yet in bed, he pulls them down on top of it. They wrestle a little bit, once there. Sasuke is still regaining strength, but he’s nowhere near where he was once. Even if he knows the moves to make, he doesn’t have the chakra-enhanced strength to put behind them, and they always end up in whatever position Naruto actually wants them in.
Tonight, that means Sasuke straddling his waist. His high ponytail is slightly mussed from the wrestling, a little lower and a little looser. Naruto hates when he wears it low—he looks too much like Itachi—so he sharpens a single claw, reaches up, and slices through the ribbon holding it. Sasuke gives him an exasperated look as the ebony hair cascades over his shoulders.
“Is that really necessary?” he asks as Naruto’s hard dick teases against his ass, and Naruto’s hands take massage it. He dips a finger down Sasuke’s crack to find his hole, to see if his lover is still keeping himself ready for Naruto. The slightest dip inside, and Naruto finds oils ready. He grins up at his lover, who rolls his eyes.
“You’re ready for me,” Naruto says triumphantly as his grin grows.
The barest hint of a blush colors Sasuke’s cheeks as he averts his eyes. “Since when don’t I keep myself ready for you, idiot.”
He always had before, but it never fails to delight Naruto that he still does it. Imagining Sasuke taking a few minutes between caring for the children to step aside to make sure he’s slick and prepped so when Naruto gets home, he’ll be ready. It drives Naruto’s arousal ever higher to imagine it. He presses a second finger in, teasing at Sasuke’s rim. It makes Sasuke inhale sharply, still sensitive after so long. Well, perhaps even more sensitive after so long. His body is very, very well attuned to Naruto’s desires after nearly six years.
“Did you think of me while you prepared yourself?” Naruto asks, sitting up so he can kiss at Sasuke’s chest, teasing the nipple with laps rather than sucking on it the way he knows drives Sasuke wild.
Still, Sasuke slides his hands into Naruto’s hair, holding Naruto’s head to his chest, arching his back, offering his pretty nipples up for Naruto’s adoring mouth. “Yes,” he sighs, and Naruto slides another fingertip into him in reward while his mouth moves to tease the other nipple.
His breath hot enough and close enough to taunt the hard nub he’s so dangerously close to, Naruto says, “Did you think about how good my co*ck fills you when you were opening yourself up?”
A flush is beginning to color Sasuke’s cheeks now, but it’s not one of embarrassment—there’s little that embarrasses him anymore—and he rocks back, seeking Naruto’s fingers deeper, seeking the heavy length of Naruto’s co*ck. Sasuke may like to pretend he’s not borderline addicted to having Naruto’s co*ck inside of him, but Naruto has f*cked him with fingers until he couldn’t even get hard, and had Sasuke still begging for his co*ck, finding the fingers an unsatisfying substitute.
“I want to hear you tell me,” Naruto murmurs and flicks his tongue out to tease the very tip of the hard nipple.
It makes Sasuke gasp, his co*ck now hard between them, and he arches his back even more, chasing Naruto’s teasing mouth.
“Tell me,” Naruto says, and teases his tongue out again.
Sasuke curses behind clenched teeth and glares down at Naruto, his eyes flashing Sharingan red just for an instant. The quick glimpse of it, however, is enough to make Naruto even harder. Knowing that Sasuke is regaining his ability to mold chakra, however slowly, to know that even if he regains all of his power, he will stay with Naruto, will stay in Naruto’s bed, because they are soulmates, because he belongs with Naruto, because he needs Naruto, is headier than any drug.
Pulling his fingers out of Sasuke, he gets another hissed curse, then Sasuke says, “I thought about you.” The words are always grudging at first, grumpy, irritated. Sasuke hates being forced to be so honest about what he wants. Naruto rewards him with three fingertips pressing back into him, and it’s enough of a promise of better things to come, that Sasuke continues without further prompting. “I always think about you,” he says, breathier, and Naruto rewards him further by wrapping his mouth around the taunted nipple. It makes Sasuke moan, his fingers tighten in Naruto’s hair, but he continues. “I think about how you fill me, how you stretch me. I think about how deep inside you reach—my fingers are never enough. My whole hand would never be enough. I need you. Need your co*ck… please, Naruto…”
He cries out as Naruto pulls back his mouth and his fingers, but it’s only for a heartbeat, because Naruto drives fingers into Sasuke’s hair to cup the back of his head, to drag him forward to kiss him, even as his other hand guides Sasuke up enough to allow Naruto’s co*ck head to find his hole. Sasuke needs no further instruction to sink down onto him, gasping around Naruto’s tongue driving into his mouth and claiming it as Naruto’s co*ck claims his hole.
Then Naruto does something he started doing with the last pregnancy—he begins to pour his chakra into his co*ck. The feeling as it finds Sasuke’s root charka makes Sasuke yank away from the kiss to cry out.
It isn’t like when the seals for the pregnancy jutsu are in effect, and Sasuke’s chakra gates are forced open to accept Naruto’s chakra into his system. It’s more like his chakra bangs on those gates, but Sasuke can feel it. Naruto knows he wants to open those gates, that he’d willingly—happily even—take Naruto’s chakra into him this way if it continued to heal his pathways.
Since it can’t get it, it just acts as another erogenous zone, driving Sasuke’s arousal higher, till he’s panting and writhing, f*cking himself on Naruto’s co*ck as though it could literally f*ck that gate open. Crying out, with barely any help from Naruto, Sasuke’s come splatters their chests, his body tightening up and milking Naruto’s co*ck.
Though Naruto is turned on, though he wants to pound into Sasuke until he forgets everything but Naruto’s name, there is something about being able to watch Sasuke when he is this needy that is uniquely arousing, uniquely fulfilling.
I am the only one who will ever see you like this. I am the only one who will ever touch you like this.
Sasuke slumps against him, his whole body trembling with the aftershocks of his climax. The way his body milks Naruto after he comes is like a particularly erotic massage. Naruto stays still as Naruto continues riding out his org*sm. Ever since he first gave birth, his org*sms seemed to get more prolonged, more drawn out, especially if they’re from behind. Nothing else about the prolonged use of the Sexy Technique seems to have carried over to his male body, but Naruto isn’t going to complain about Sasuke getting better org*sms out of it. That can only be a benefit for Naruto too.
Well, one other difference—longer org*sms and more hunger for multiple. Again, Naruto doesn’t see a downside to Sasuke having an increased libido and enjoying sex more.
“More,” he murmurs against Naruto’s throat as his trembling fades. After a moment where Naruto remains still aside from stroking Sasuke’s back and teasing his fingers through the thick hair, he lifts his head, meets Naruto’s eyes, and says, “Give me more.”
“So demanding,” Naruto says, but he’s smiling and begins to rock his hips up with enough force to make Sasuke’s whole body lift. The hard thrust up results in a hard drop down, driving him about as deep as he can possibly get, claiming Sasuke in a way that no one else will ever touch him. Sasuke cries out from the force of the thrust, but he wraps his arms around Naruto’s shoulders, and makes no remote effort to resist. As sensitized as he is right now, he’s hungry for the unyielding thrusts, the kind that will leave him feeling Naruto deep in his gut for days. And Naruto’s co*ck will get hard every time he sees Sasuke subconsciously put his hand low on his abdomen, where—if he were to lean back and stretch his torso—Naruto would be able to see the bulge of his co*ck.
That won’t be his view today, however, not with the way Sasuke is clinging to him, whining in his ear, tightening up around him with every almost-too-much thrust. Almost-too-much. Only almost. Naruto knows it’s not actually too much as he feels Sasuke getting hard again between them. Slowly but surely.
Even before he’s all the way hard again, however, his body shudders through another org*sm, and he bites down hard on Naruto’s shoulder to try and muffle his cries. Naruto doesn’t care—he loves it when Sasuke is as possessive of him as Naruto is of Sasuke—but the new org*sm is enough to tip Naruto over the point of no return. He slams his hips up, chasing deep into Sasuke, as if he’s pounding into his womb, as if he filling his male body with his come will knock him up as surely as filling his female body will.
Returning the favor of Sasuke’s bite, Naruto closes his own mouth around the mound of scar tissue that was once Orochimaru’s curse mark. As it always does, that incredibly sensitive spot makes Sasuke nearly scream, his body tightening up like a vise around Naruto as he comes again, his co*ck still not all the way hard, but it doesn’t need to be. That final, perfect tightening along with the taste of Sasuke’s blood in his mouth is all he needs to come himself.
This time when Sasuke slumps against him, it’s a truly boneless slump, his mouth releasing Naruto’s shoulder as if he doesn’t even have the strength left to bite. He probably doesn’t. Naruto chuckles, almost giddy the way he often is after sex, and strokes his hands over every inch of Sasuke he can reach, including dipping down into his crack to tease at the hole still stretched around his co*ck.
“I love you,” Naruto tells him.
Sasuke doesn’t answer the confession directly—he almost never tells Naruto he loves him, but that’s okay, it makes the times he does more precious—and instead makes a sound of acknowledgment in his throat. It makes Naruto chuckle even more, which probably makes his co*ck vibrate inside of Sasuke, because it gets him a little whimper, but it’s all the protest Sasuke can seem to muster.
“We still need a bath tonight,” Naruto reminds him. Sasuke groans because he knows that a bath means more sex, but Naruto feels Sasuke’s co*ck twitch between them, and he knows that Sasuke isn’t nearly as upset by that as he’s pretending to be.
But Naruto will give him a few more minutes to recover before he makes Sasuke get up. Having Sasuke be so vulnerable and unguarded in his arms is one of Naruto’s favorite things, and it’s Naruto’s alone.
Naruto could skip the kids’ checkups—Sasuke would handle it and he’s really good at things like records and updates—but Naruto adores his kids, and he loves hearing firsthand from the doctors that everything is good with them.
While they’re getting their final checkups, Sakura stops by—it is a hospital, so she’s often around since she came back—and takes a look at Sasuke’s chakra paths.
It doesn’t take long, and he can tell from the blankness on her face and the tightness on Sasuke’s that there’s been no change since he was pregnant.
“I’m sorry,” she says, and she really sounds like it.
Sasuke tugs his sleeves back down from where they’d been pushed up—as if hiding his veins will change the outcome—and shakes his head. “It’s fine,” he says.
They all know it’s not. Sasuke’s pathways have healed, and Sasuke’s able to do some small jutsu—very, very small—but it’s still much less than anyone would need to even be considered for ninja training. The only reason Sasuke can do jutsu at all is because of how good he’d been before.
Neither of them are saying what Naruto knows, so he volunteers it. “But they did heal during the second pregnancy, right?”
Sakura’s face somehow goes even blanker. Things haven’t been the same since the twins were born, and though Naruto knows why, it still hurts a little that he hasn’t won her back. She stays close for Sasuke’s sake, he knows, but things will never be as they once were.
“Yes,” Sakura confirms, her voice oddly resigned. “There was definitely healing from the last time.”
Saya makes a happy burble that draws Sasuke’s attention back to her, and his expression softens.
“Thanks, Sakura,” he says.
She waves off the thanks, and it feels more like don’t thank me than the normal politeness it should be.
Probably because she knows what Naruto knows: Sasuke will do anything to heal his chakra pathways.
Anything.
It’s a week later where Naruto is working late, and Sasuke comes to see him in his office. Naruto has a clone at home to keep an eye on the sleeping kids, but Sasuke still gets grouchy about having sex with clones instead of Naruto himself, so it’s not unheard of for Sasuke to come visit him at his office on nights he has to stay late, though it was more common when Sasuke was pregnant and needed sex daily to maintain the jutsu.
“Hey, babe,” Naruto greets, looking up as Sasuke closes the door behind him. The sound of the lock turning isn’t loud, but in the evening quiet, it rings.
Naruto pushes away from the desk to allow Sasuke to come around and straddle his lap. Immediately, Naruto settles a hand on Sasuke’s waist and the other anchors behind Sasuke’s neck, letting his fingers dig into the base of Sasuke’s skull and massage there. Sasuke’s eyes flutter because that’s where he always seems to hold tension, and he’s absolutely weak to it being massaged.
Just having Sasuke here, at this time of evening, much less straddling him, is making Naruto get hard, but he can be patient.
He sees the moment Sasuke makes himself focus, though he doesn’t tell Naruto to stop. “Naruto,” he says.
“Yes?” Naruto asks, trying not to smile. Probably failing.
Sasuke’s just wearing a kimono, so straddling Naruto this way is dangerously close to making him indecent. Of course, Naruto’s pretty sure that part of the reason Sasuke has defaulted to more traditional kimono most of the time is because of its ease of access for sex. Or maybe it’s just because there’s not actually a huge amount of different in a woman’s kimono and men’s—outside of the obi and patterns—so it’s a more comfortable garment when he’s pregnant.
Groaning, Sasuke finally puts his hand on Naruto’s wrist, and Naruto stops massaging. “That’s distracting,” he says.
Naruto gives him a smirk that says he knows exactly how distracting Sasuke finds it, but he manages not to bait Sasuke further. Sasuke’s not pregnant, so he doesn’t need sex, and if Naruto irks him enough, he might go home without getting laid.
“You want to talk about something?” Naruto asks instead.
Sasuke’s eyes look away, but he says, “How would you feel about more kids?”
If Naruto were halfway to hard before, just the idea makes his co*ck come to full attention in his pants. “As long as they’re with you, I want as many as you’re willing to have,” Naruto tells him honestly. He uses the hand on Sasuke’s neck to pull him a closer and begin placing kisses on Sasuke’s throat.
Head falling back, giving Naruto more access, Sasuke asks, “When?”
With more self-control than Sasuke would probably credit him with, Naruto pulls back and waits until Sasuke meets his eyes. “Saya’s only six months old,” Naruto says, part reminder, part check-in. “Are you really willing to do this so soon again?”
In response, Sasuke’s hands go to crotch of Naruto’s pants, opening them up and freeing Naruto’s hard co*ck. Sasuke meets his eyes as he wraps a hand around Naruto. “Does it bother you? When I’m in a female body?”
Naruto laughs, though it’s a little breathy since Sasuke is slowly stroking him. “I don’t know that there’s any way I wouldn’t want you,” he admits. “You being in a female body just gives me new ways to explore and please you.” He gives Sasuke a leer, then adds, “But you’re especially hot when you’re pregnant with my babies.”
“So we can do it again?” Sasuke asks, teasing his thumb over the head of Naruto’s dick, making him bite back a moan.
“As many times as you want,” Naruto assures, his co*ck leaking just thinking about it.
“Tonight?” Sasuke asks.
Reaching the end of his patience, Naruto takes the hand off Sasuke’s waist to clear aside whatever’s on his desk, then grabs Sasuke and lays him out on the desk, standing between his spread legs. The abrupt change in position and surprised Sasuke into letting go of Naruto’s co*ck, but that’s fine. He quickly shoves the kimono out of the way, baring Sasuke’s lower half, showing him half-hard already.
Not hesitating, Naruto rubs the head of his co*ck over Sasuke’s hole, feeling Sasuke relaxing in preparation of letting him in. He’s lubed—as he always is, especially if he’s visiting Naruto like this—so Naruto needs nothing more before he begins to push in. Sasuke gasps, reaching above him to hold onto the edge of the desk, getting harder as Naruto sinks into him. Naruto can never decide what sight of Sasuke is the best. Half-clothed, splayed across his desk is definitely a nice one, though.
He doesn’t stop till he’s buried to the hilt, then reaches for Sasuke’s obi, tugging it until it comes undone, then undoing the front of the kimono, leaving Sasuke mostly naked to him. He slides his hands up Sasuke’s torso until he’s massaging Sasuke’s pecs, which makes him inhale sharply and arch his back.
So. f*cking. Beautiful.
“Do you miss it already?” Naruto asks, low, a growl of desire in his voice. “Do you miss being pregnant? Being heavy with my babies?”
Biting his lip, the only response Sasuke gives is a whine in his throat. They both know that this is more about Sasuke wanting to heal his chakra pathways, but each pregnancy, each child, will tie Sasuke even tighter to Naruto, and they both know it. Sasuke may have been willing to leave the village, but Konoha wasn’t family. They both know he won’t abandon his family.
Glaring from beneath his lashes, Sasuke says, “You just like having an extra hole to f*ck.”
Naruto leans over him, so close his mouth teases Sasuke’s lips. “You like having an extra hole to be f*cked in,” he says, then gives a particularly hard thrust that makes Sasuke’s back arch off the desk, his mouth falling open. Naruto can feel Sasuke’s now fully hard dick bump against his stomach, and he knows if he looks down, he’ll be able to see the bulge from where he fills Sasuke.
Idly, he wonders if there’d be a way to tweak the Sexy Technique so that only Sasuke’s insides changed to be able to support a pregnancy. Probably better not to test, but the idea has its merit. Would it require more or less chakra to maintain? Maybe if Sasuke’s chakra paths heal enough—so he can hold more of the jutsu without support—it’d be worth trying.
As much as Naruto loves Sasuke regardless of form, there’s something about the idea of knowing he can f*ck him like this and impregnate him, something about the mental image of Sasuke—dick hard, chest flat, but stomach heavy—that drives Naruto’s own arousal higher, and he begins to pound into Sasuke, hard, deep, pounding thrusts.
Sasuke wraps his legs around Naruto’s waist, back still arched, dragging a hand off the desk to stuff his wrist in his throat and muffle his own cries as he comes. He probably just splattered Naruto’s top along with his own chest, but Naruto can’t care less, his hips driving forward in the quick, sharp thrusts of his own approaching climax. Sasuke’s body milking him pulls him that final step forward, and he comes deep inside, letting his forehead rest on Sasuke’s shoulder as he catches his breath.
“How soon do you want to do it?” Naruto asks, barely a whisper.
“How soon can we?” Sasuke asks, his own voice just a little raspy from holding back his pleasure.
“This weekend,” Naruto decides. Careful not to pull out of Sasuke, he lifts his head, bends down, and licks the come from Sasuke’s torso before leaning back up and sharing Sasuke’s flavor with him. Once upon a time, Sasuke had recoiled when he did that, but now he just welcomes Naruto’s tongue in, sucking at it as if he’s receiving a treat.
The idea is enough to make Naruto’s dick begin to harden again, and Sasuke groans slightly.
“Do you even know what a refractory period is?” he asks, trying to sound annoyed, but his voice is still too colored by sex to be entirely successful.
Grinning, Naruto says, “Blame the fox.”
“Oh, I do—!” Sasuke says, gasping as Naruto twists his hips, rubbing up against his prostate. Sasuke may act like it’s a bad thing, but they both know he loves it. It’s especially useful when Sasuke needs chakra while he’s pregnant. Sasuke probably won’t get hard on this round, but that’s okay—it just gives Naruto an excuse for a third.
Two nights later, Sasuke lies sprawled in their bed, utterly naked, hair loose around him like a dark halo, utterly spent, and covered in hickeys anywhere Naruto could fasten his mouth.
“Was this really necessary?” Sasuke croaks, not even enough energy to move his head after Naruto has spent the last two hours wringing every bit of come from his balls.
“I think if we get as much come out of you as possible, it may make your body more responsive and fertile when we trigger the jutsu,” Naruto tells him.
The look Sasuke gives him is skeptical despite his exhaustion. He may be exhausted, but Naruto knows he’s not done—Naruto hasn’t put his dick inside of him once, using mouth and hands to milk him till it probably hurts just to get hard. Even so, even as wrung out as he is, there’s arousal in dark eyes. Naruto has trained his body to need Naruto’s dick inside of him to truly find satisfaction. If Naruto said Sasuke needed to come ride him if he wanted Naruto’s dick, they both know that Sasuke would drag himself to do exactly that, even as exhausted as he is.
“I mean, we can spend two months trying to get you pregnant again, if you want.”
Sasuke’s face twists up in revulsion. While trying for Saya, they hadn’t managed to get Sasuke pregnant the first few weeks, and Sasuke had actually gone through a period. Why a period freaked him out so much when he’s literally given birth, Naruto isn’t entirely sure, but Sasuke had nearly demanded to end the jutsu. Naruto maintained it would mess up his cycle.
When Naruto looked back at the differences between the rituals they’d done, they hadn’t had nearly as much sex leading into trying for Saya as they had for the twins. Not a terrible surprise since they had two newborns. Between that and Naruto taking over being Hokage, neither of them had nearly as much time or energy for sex.
So, Naruto’s hypothesis is that Sasuke’s body still held too much sperm and it took time for all of the female organs to be ready. Sasuke clearly thought the idea was bullsh*t when Naruto suggested it, but he’s desperate enough to avoid having a period again, he hasn’t actually argued much.
Eyes tracing all the marks he’s left on Sasuke, Naruto says, “You know, you always look so much better when I mark you up.”
Sasuke manages to find the energy to roll his eyes while Naruto brings over a washcloth to clean him off. “I’m surprised you haven’t tattooed your name across my throat,” he remarks.
In retaliation, Naruto runs the washcloth over the mass of scars at the join of Sasuke’s neck. The exceptionally sensitive spot makes Sasuke gasp and practically writhe on the spot. He shoots Naruto a glare, Naruto grins back, unrepentant. “Who says I haven’t basically done that already?” he asks.
“Point,” Sasuke concedes.
Setting the washcloth aside, Naruto holds out his hands. Being dramatic—though he will never admit to it—Sasuke heaves his arms up, giving Naruto his hands. Smiling, Naruto pulls him up to move him over to the mat he has laid out. Sasuke goes back down with more grace than he should have for someone who is acting as exhausted as he is, but Naruto doesn’t call him on it, especially since he spreads his legs so readily, allowing Naruto to sit between them and pick up the bowl of ink along with the calligraphy brush.
Ignoring his own arousal, Naruto painstakingly brushes all of the seals and sigils onto Sasuke’s skin. Everything mostly done, Naruto quickly lubes his co*ck, then pats his lap.
With a sigh, Sasuke sits up. Rather than getting to his feet, he scoots around, though it’d probably be easier if he did stand up. Instead, he leans forward, and lets Naruto press into him. His body trembles around Naruto, but he still shifts back to guide Naruto in. When Naruto is buried to the hilt, he shifts until he’s seated in Naruto’s lap, impaled on his dick. Naruto reaches around to stroke Sasuke’s co*ck, but he gets his hand slapped even as Sasuke’s body tightens.
“Too much?” Naruto teases, letting him go, still entirely soft. Sasuke’s co*ck hadn’t even twitched when Naruto had stroked it—exactly what he wants.
“As if that’s not what you wanted,” Sasuke snaps, his voice strained. Naruto can’t help but feel smug at causing that.
Part of Naruto wants to stroke him till he gets hard again, but it’s better not to. Although Sasuke probably can’t sense it, the seals Naruto has put into place are already going into effect, opening up Sasuke’s sacral and root chakra gates. He’s pretty sure that as Sasuke’s pathways heal more, he’ll start to feel it happening, but he’s not healed enough yet. It’s a necessary step though—Sasuke simply doesn’t have enough access to his chakra without Naruto boosting it to even complete the Sexy Technique, forget maintaining it.
As Naruto pulls the ink bowl over, he begins to feed his chakra into Sasuke’s system from the just-cracked gates. This time, though, Sasuke gasps, nearly putting his hand low on his abdomen before remembering not to disturb Naruto’s seals.
“What…?”
“You feel that?” Naruto asks, surprised. He didn’t think that Sasuke’s pathways had healed enough to sense it.
He can feel Sasuke controlling his breathing, which means he’s probably getting close to panicking. “What are you doing?”
Hooking his chin over Sasuke unscarred shoulder, Naruto carefully paints the finishing seals on his fingertips. “You’ve felt my chakra before,” he says.
“Not like this,” Sasuke says low, sounding unnerved, which probably means he’s nearly terrified.
“You’re healing,” Naruto tells him, putting the brush aside, then setting the ink bowl to the side as well. “You can feel me already feeding you chakra.”
Sasuke shakes his head, his ponytail tickling at Naruto’s chest. “It wasn’t like this—”
“You’ll feel it more as you recover more, I suspect,” Naruto admits. “But I promise, I did this both the previous times. Nothing’s changed. Trust me.”
For a long moment, Sasuke holds almost unnervingly still, but then he relaxes. “I do,” he says, so softly that even as close as he is, Naruto almost doesn’t hear him.
That admission is nearly better than every I love you he’s managed to tease from Sasuke in the past. Sasuke’s love is a precious, rare thing, but his trust? It’s even rarer and more precious. Naruto’s desire skyrockets, and he’s not sure he’s ever been so hard in his life. He must be pouring a ton of chakra into Sasuke because Sasuke gasps and squirms, but Naruto doesn’t bother to control it.
“Do the jutsu,” he says, feeling the growl in his voice, his fangs feeling long in his mouth.
Like the ninja he was trained to be, Sasuke manages to bring his hands together to form the seals, and this close, literally plugged into Sasuke’s chakra system the way he is, Naruto can feel it being shaped. “Oiroke no jutsu!” Sasuke shouts.
Feeling Sasuke mold his chakra is a unique experience, nothing like molding it himself feels like. Like using a massage to coax it into the desired forms. Smoke bursts around them, and he can sense how much better Sasuke’s managing to hold that carefully molded chakra to maintain it. All the same, Naruto doesn’t make him wait, activating the seals on his fingers, making them burn with bright orange chakra, he presses them to Sasuke’s abdomen.
The way the chakra in Sasuke responds is almost euphoric. It races through him, trying to batter away at damaged pathways, possibly forging new ones. Naruto tries to concentrate it in the root and sacral chakra gates, gathering it into the new womb, trying to encourage it to be fertile, to welcome Naruto’s soon-to-be-deposited seed.
“Naruto…” Sasuke whimpers, his female voice still low but somehow sweeter than Sasuke would like to admit. “I need…”
Dropping a hand down, Naruto presses two fingers into Sasuke as he continues to rock up inside of his ass. He needs to come there first, then get cleaned up before they do anything else, and he’s so turned on—both from all the teasing he did of Sasuke leading up to this and from how much knowing Sasuke trusts him turned him on—he knows he’s not going to last long.
“Love you,” he growls out, bending Sasuke forward, driving into his body, teasing him from the front as he does it. As usual, Sasuke comes quickly—he always seems oversensitive with the initial switch—and as he does, his body milks Naruto as it usually does. Biting down on the scarred patch of Sasuke’s shoulder, Naruto comes, pouring himself deep inside, even though it’s not the right place to be spending himself. That’s okay, though. He moves Sasuke off of him, still more than half-hard, and Sasuke twists to look at him in almost a daze. As if realizing what’s necessary, Sasuke reaches over to the side table to grab the damp washcloth still there. The coolness of it against Naruto’s dick should take his edge off, but having Sasuke’s hand guiding it, seeing the beauty that is his lover, naked except for the seal and Naruto’s marks, keeps his arousal high.
Red spins to life in Sasuke’s eyes as he puts a hand on Naruto’s chest and presses him back gently while tossing the washcloth away. Sasuke follows, straddling Naruto again, though not taking him in just yet. Anticipation helps Naruto’s already quick recovery.
“Relax,” Sasuke says, raising himself up over Naruto’s dick—his hand smaller and even softer than Sasuke’s male one—guiding Naruto into place. “Let me take care of you this time.”
Seeing no reason to argue, Naruto lets him.
It is a very, very late night.
Two weeks later—each day filled with multiple rounds of sex—Sasuke comes out of the bathroom in only a robe as Naruto’s clones finish remaking the bed with clean sheets before they get ready for bed. In his hand—Naruto never thinks of Sasuke as a woman, even in female form—he holds a familiar thin item.
Sasuke looks up from it and smiles. “It’s positive,” he says, and Naruto doesn’t think he’s imagining the relief.
Crossing the bedroom, Naruto pauses just far enough away that Sasuke can turn the test to show Naruto where the Pregnant reads clearly. Joy immediately sparks in his chest, and Naruto grabs Sasuke by the waist, picking him up and spinning him around. The test is dropped as Sasuke scrambles to grab Naruto’s shoulders for stability before he’s laid on the bed. The robe has been disheveled, falling wide to bare Sasuke’s relatively small breasts. They’ll get bigger—much to Sasuke’s annoyance—how small Sasuke intends them to be in the jutsu doesn’t seem to matter against the pregnancy hormones.
“We’re pregnant,” Naruto tells him, leaning over him on the bed, between spread legs. “I’m going to get to be a dad again.”
Something about that—or maybe just Naruto’s genuine exuberance—makes Sasuke’s face soften. He reaches up and cups Naruto’s face.
“Yes,” he says, soft, nearly sweet. “You will.” Then he spreads his legs intentionally and looks up at Naruto from beneath his lashes. “And you’ll need to make sure to keep my chakra stable.”
Naruto needs no further encouragement, leaning forward to capture Sasuke’s mouth, shoving his own pants out of the way. He feels Sasuke smile into the kiss and wonders at how lucky he is to have such an amazing life.
