Control points

The bed felt comfortable as usual. Naruto happily sat cross-legged on the floor and watched as Sasuke picked up the bits of garbage that his visitor had scattered during their brief stay in his apartment. Naruto couldn't grasp why Sasuke always insisted on a clean room - he was fine with a pile of dirty underwear under his bed and cups of leftover noodles on the table.Cleaning seemed like a waste of time, especially when the apartment was empty most of the year. They just needed to have sex until they were tired, then sleep on the comfy, fresh-smelling bed and stay there all day tomorrow. Unfortunately, Sasuke had other plans, and he continued to pick up candy wrappers, crumbs and packets of chips and nuts from the carpet and the TV table, ignoring Naruto, who was puffed up from total disregard. "Enough of this nonsense, Sasuke!" Naruto shouted displeased. Sasuke turned around, glared at him and sniggered, shoving another wrapper into the trash bag. ‘Don't worry, Usorotonkachi. I'll take care of you as soon as I'm done.” Naruto, who was ready to get into an argument with the smug Uchiha, immediately deflated and shrank back to staring at the beige quilted bedspread. Sasuke had promised to take care of it after he finished cleaning up. There was so much promise in that stupid and pathetic phrase that everything inside of him vibrated, and his mouth instantly filled with saliva, which Naruto swallowed with difficulty. The waiting became even more unbearable, because Sasuke was probably going to come up with something that would make Naruto turn into a limp jelly once again. And he was enjoying it so much. He liked that Sasuke decided what they were going to do and when they were going to do it, because obviously Sasuke liked it so fucking much. Naruto liked not thinking, and it was his favorite thing to do, because he had too much to think about: missions, training, reports and other shinobi work. Next to Sasuke, in Sasuke's apartment, there was no need to think, only to go with the flow. “I'm done.“ Naruto looked up just as the Uchiha was removing his shirt and tossing it carelessly over the back of a chair. It was getting hot. Naruto swallowed again and hooked his fingers into the edges of his tank top. He wanted to get naked too, and he also wanted Sasuke to take him down right now without any foreplay. Sasuke didn't. He methodically removed his obi and haramaki and hung them on the back of the chair over his shirt as well, leaving him with only his pants, which sat criminally low on him, and Naruto couldn't help but stare at the white skin of his belly, the tightness of his muscles, and want to pull the two thin ropes that held the pants to his hips. Sasuke, the asshole, always knew how to impress without doing anything special. “Take it off already,” Sasuke nodded at the shirt Naruto kneaded it all this time, and sat down on the bed, methodically unwinding the bandages on his ankles. “Stop ordering me around, asshole.” Naruto muttered, pulling off his shirt in a flash and throwing it to the floor without looking. “Stop making chaos around yourself.” Sasuke grudgingly followed the fall, sighed tiredly, got up and picked the t-shirt up off the floor, throwing it in the same pile on the back of the chair where his own clothes were already hanging. “Stop being so clean.” Naruto stretched out resentfully, folded his arms across his chest, and turned away. “It's annoying. Haven't seen you in almost a month and all you do, dumbass, is do nothing. You said you'd take care of me.” He was never good at being patient enough, and next to Sasuke it was absolutely impossible to be patient, no matter what was going on, whether they were arguing about jutsu, eating, or having sex. Naruto, next to Sasuke, couldn't keep his mouth shut or wait for the arrogant Uchiha to finally pay his haughty attention to him. Sasuke chuckled, folded the bandages neatly, put them away in his nightstand, and finally looked at Naruto. “And I wasn't lying.” An open palm lay on the chest, where the heart was pounding loudly, and gently pushed, pulling him to fall onto his back. “Too long, Teme.” Naruto grumbled, rising up on his elbows. Sasuke remained silent. The bastard always did this: he ignored what he didn't want to hear, didn't answer questions he didn't like, and pretended not to care. That was the way it was with the others. With Naruto, the Uchiha had a much more effective tactic: he hovered over him and kissed him. Greedily and hungrily, as he needed Naruto to forget all his grievances in an instant. “Do you want something specific?” Sasuke asked, smirking contentedly into the mouth of the thrilled Uzumaki. No ideas: Naruto's mind was always a mess, as soon as Sasuke took off his shirt, kissed him and stared at him like that, his black eyes burning his insides with caton. He wanted it all at once, bigger and harder, to run out of breath, and all he could do was incoherently whine Sasuke's name. Saying it out loud was far more impossible than defeating Kaguya one more time. So he just shook his head and leaned back on the pillows, looking up at Sasuke stroking his stomach where the seal of the fourth had been, but now only a sparse, almost white, strip of hair running from his navel to the waistband of his pants. “What about you?” “I have an idea,” Sasuke started from afar, slid his palm lower, covered the hard cock through his pants and squeezed a little. Naruto shuddered, thinking that perhaps ideas could be held back. “I recently heard that it was possible to enhance and prolong pleasure.” Sasuke didn't continue the motion and returned his hand to his stomach, causing Naruto to sigh pitifully, trying unsuccessfully to catch the elusive feeling of bliss by the tail. “So how?” he asked, hoping that Sasuke would return his hand to where it belonged and continue stroking and squeezing, or better yet, pull down his pants and underwear, stop talking and do something more substantial. “If don't let you cum for a long time, but keep you at your peak all the time, your orgasm should be stronger and longer than usual.” Sasuke's palm on Naruto's cock never returned, only stroked his thigh and rested very close to his groin, forcing all thoughts and sensations to focus in one single place. "I don't like the 'don't cum for a long time' part." Naruto said, trying to think of a way to get the Uchiha's hand to shift to the left. 'Strong and prolonged' he wanted. Very much so. ”But the result should be more powerful than usual. About like the difference between a rasengan and a rasensureken.” Sasuke ran his thumb along the crease of his pants on Naruto's thigh, barely touching the layers of fabric trapping his cock, making the guy clench his teeth to keep from whimpering in frustration. “I hate it when you compare sex to ninjutsu!” Uzumaki exhaled, burning the insolent Uchiha's hand with a displeased look. “It's not my fault that you only understand such comparisons.” Sasuke snickered and continued to stroke and press with his thumb in all the wrong places. Bastard. “Stop it!” Naruto wailed. “I'll do anything! I'm going to go crazy like this!” God, he didn't care anymore, as long as Sasuke stopped teasing and did something about the desire that was surging through his body. Naruto jerked his hips, wordlessly showing him what he wanted, and oh yeah, Sasuke's asshole finally took pity on him, running his palm over his aching cock through his pants, up and down the length, stroking his scrotum, eliciting a satisfied sigh from Naruto's throat. Amazing. “Are you sure you understand what you're signing up for?” The Uchiha asked and pressed his fingers on the head so hard that Naruto clenched his eyes and thought it would be over before they could even get started. “There was no way to just cum like that.” “And who will decide when it is possible?” Naruto whispered, afraid to spoil the pleasure. “Me.” Sasuke pulled his hand away, leaving only a wave of searing disappointment. ”And... what do I have to do?” Naruto sucked in air through clenched teeth and glared angrily at the insolent Uchiha, who seemed not to notice his reactions. “Nothing special. Just tell me if you feel like you're about to cum.” Sasuke replied, stroking Naruto's thigh bones with his thumbs and still not doing anything serious. “I can do that.” This arrangement suited Naruto just fine. If it required nothing more than to enjoy himself and tell him when he was peaking, it was easy enough not to screw up. He couldn't offer anything more in this situation anyway, because he was already losing the ability to think clearly. Sasuke didn't wait any longer, opened his pants and pulled them off of Uzumaki along with his underwear, throwing them somewhere on the floor, not even noticing that he himself had been so reluctant to make a mess a few minutes ago. “You're finally serious, Teme.” Naruto smirked, eyeing the orange rag. He loved it when Sasuke was as mad as he was, when he forgot about his clean-shaven ways and looked only at Naruto. Being the center of Uchiha Sasuke's attention was amazing. “Talk while you can.” Sasuke answered in his tone, sitting down between Naruto's spread legs and pulling his hips up to him. “You're not going to undress yourself?” Uzumaki asked disappointedly, burning a glance at the dark blue pants that Sasuke was still wearing, hoping they would evaporate on their own. “Later.” Making no further clarification, the Uchiha pulled out a jar of lube stashed under his pillow, uncorked the tight, round stopper, and scooped up the contents with his fingers. Naruto gulped as he watched Sasuke smear the gel between his palms and then squeeze his erect cock, no longer constrained by his clothes. "Finally," Naruto exhaled happily, leaning back on the pillows and spreading his legs wider. Fingers tightened around the hot shaft and slid up and down rhythmically, shooting sparks down his stomach. Sasuke jerked him off slowly and hard, squeezing his fingers around the head - the way Naruto liked it best. “I'm already...” Naruto thrust into his clenched fist, feeling the rush coming from somewhere far away, hotter and hotter, and the pleasant emptiness that precedes orgasm growing in his head, he tensed, thrust again, but his cock only burned with a cool emptiness. “Fuck,”he blurted out, only now realizing what he'd signed up for. Sasuke pulled his hand away, only to watch Naruto breathe heavily, unable to get a release. “I already hate this day.” “We're just getting started, Usorotonkachi," Sasuke snickered. “and you're already giving up?” “Fuck you, you bastard! I'll do you!” Naruto didn't think about how he was going to do it, he just fell for the trick on automatic, and regretted it just a few moments later when Sasuke went back to torturing his cock with the rhythmic movements of his strong hand and again took away the pleasure a moment before the end. Naruto clenched his teeth to keep from cursing and covered his face with his hands so that Sasuke wouldn't see the depth of his disappointment. His dick was aching, his cumming was unbearable, and he was an idiot since he'd found out the Uchiha had returned to the village, even canceling his nightly wank and rushing over here. “You're holding up well.” Sasuke commented, stroking the tight muscles of his abs with his palms right next to his pre-ejaculate oozing head. “Shut up!” Naruto hissed, trying to calm down a little. He took a full breath, squeezed the hair on his head, trying to distract himself from the pain, and then he felt Sasuke's tongue go from his scrotum to the head in one wide, wet, hot swipe, and Sasuke's mouth closed around his cock. “Oh... oh God!" Naruto arched, his stomach muscles tightening reflexively, and a spasm of burning pleasure rolled downward, straight to his cock. He can't take it! Naruto thrust into the hot mouth once, twice, no longer thinking about anything, dreaming only of the release that was coming so fast and! Nothing happened. Sasuke pulled away again and stroked Naruto's trembling thighs, causing him to fall back onto the bedspread. He twitched helplessly, trying to catch the phantom pleasure, acutely aware of his cock throbbing and his toes tightening with painful dissatisfaction. He wanted to cum right now! And he will! His hand reached for his groin, he could already taste that sweet taste of satisfaction on his tongue, anticipating the relief he would get when his orgasm finally came in a wave. “No.” Sasuke intercepted the trembling fingers and intertwined them with his own. "Not yet." Naruto opened the eyes he'd been squinting for the past few moments, which stretched like hours, and met Sasuke's serious gaze. “Not now.” The Uchiha cut him off harshly. For the first time Naruto wanted to burst into hysterics like a small, capricious child, stamping his feet and demanding his orgasm. “I want it now!” He shouted and hid his face in the bent elbow of his free hand, feeling the grip of Sasuke's fingers in their intertwined palms grow tighter. “You can always stop.” The Uchiha leaned over, unhooked Naruto's hand from his face, and looked into the clouded eyes. “I know.” He's strong, and Sasuke would never even try to force him to do anything, but that was one of the main pleasures of it. Naruto could make Sasuke stop, but he didn't want to at all. He trusted Sasuke, trusted him completely, and knew full well that the man would never do anything in bed that Naruto didn't like. Sasuke nodded. And that meant he wouldn't stop, even if Naruto started begging and possibly crying (and Uzumaki felt he was close enough to that), until he saw fit, or until Naruto himself stopped it all. Sasuke lubed his fingers again, and Naruto tensed, breathing hard and loud, watching from under half-closed eyelids as one of his hands rested on his languishing cock again, and the fingers of the other slid lower. He collapsed back onto the pillows, head back, unable to stand what was happening. Sasuke ruthlessly stroked the shaft, squeezing the head with one hand while the fingers of the other gently pressed on the tightly clenched anus, making the sensation split in two. This was going to drive him crazy. Naruto shuddered, feeling the wave of orgasm rapidly approaching again, and Sasuke pulled away again, leaving him to experience the acute frustration. The respite was shorter this time: as Naruto took a ragged breath, his fingers pushed into him and pressed gently against the walls, forcing him to move against the sensations. It was hot, like hot coals smoldering in his lungs, and the muscles in his stomach and legs were constantly contracting, sending electric shocks through his body whenever Sasuke touched his overly sensitive cock. He was all red and tense and felt like a exposed nerve - touch it and it would burst. The desire to cum filled him completely. No more thoughts were left, his shyness forgotten, Naruto thrust himself onto his fingers, thrusting his hips, swallowing the viscous saliva, wordlessly begging Sasuke to give him what he wanted. Sasuke burned him with his gaze, pushing his hands away as Naruto tried to make it to the end himself. “No.” he said harshly, and the intonation with which he said it sent another wave of pleasure through Naruto's body. It seemed like he could cum now, even from this. But the release didn't come. It was over in an instant, Sasuke removing his fingers, making Naruto shiver and whimper in frustration. His cock ached and throbbed, even the air in the room seemed to scratch and irritate the red, straining head. Naruto jerked, pushed into the emptiness, hoping he could get free, reach the end and cum. It didn't work, he collapsed onto the bedspread damp with his sweat, his cock slapping against his tense belly, making his owner whimper with redoubled force. “Enough!” he demanded, hypnotizing Sasuke with his hazy gaze. “I can't take it anymore!” Sasuke didn't bother to respond. Instead, he stroked the inside of Naruto's thighs, running his palms from his knees to his groin, causing a wave of shivers and a new stream of pitiful moans. Naruto squirmed, threw his head back and clenched his fists on the pillow with such force that the fabric beneath his grip crackled. He was close to using all his strength and forcing Sasuke, he wanted it too badly. “Naruto.” A demanding voice penetrated his clouded consciousness. He opened his eyes, meeting the dark pools of Sasuke's eyes. “Look at me.” The Uchiha's gaze, black, heavy, lingered, forcing him to submit to his will. And then Sasuke entered him in one smooth motion, shooting out a fireworks of emotion. Naruto gasped, head cocked up, his gaze fixed on the white ceiling. “Naruto.” Sasuke called out again. “On me.” Naruto obeyed, catching the sharp, deep thrusts, feeling his lower abdomen twist hot and tight under Sasuke's gaze. The Uchiha sped up, fucking him mercilessly and hard, the way he needed to at that moment, and Naruto felt his orgasm approaching more vividly than ever. It didn't come in waves like it had before, it was knocking the spirit out of him, twisting his insides. And in a moment when Uzumaki thought there would be no end to it, Sasuke squeezed his cock and said: "Now." The world was turned upside down, tossed and torn to shreds. Naruto shook with a sharp, piercing, lightning-like pleasure. All other sensations were erased; he felt only this, bordering on painful bliss. He saw nothing else, imprinted in his memory only Sasuke's tense gaze and completely disconnected from reality. *** Body felt as if it wasn't his at all. His bones and muscles felt like jelly, jittery and uncooperative, and his head felt pleasantly empty and relaxed. He felt exhausted, wrung out to the bone, but infinitely satisfied and satiated. “You passed out.” Sasuke's muffled voice could be heard just above, and Naruto finally felt himself lying under the blanket, pressed tightly against Sasuke's body. His head rested on Sasuke's chest where his heart was thumping, and Sasuke's arms hugged him tightly across his back. “Uh-huh,” Naruto mumbled and rubbed his cheek against the warm skin. Lying in Sasuke's arms felt amazing. The way he took care of him after sex was one of Naruto's favorite parts. He felt exceptional and important and needed so much more when Sasuke held him like that, like a jewel someone wanted to take away, when he buried his nose in his hair and told him in that voice that penetrated every cell of his body and soul that he was a fool with no brakes, but he'd done a great job. “How long was I out?” Naruto wheezed out. The sensation was slowly returning, and he began to feel his mouth dry. “Not long,” Sasuke handed him a glass from the nightstand by the bed, sat up and lifted Naruto, leaning his back against him. The Uzumaki drank the water from his hands with relish and leaned back against the hot chest, being in an embrace in the hug again. “But you look tired.” “And whose fault is that?” Naruto rested his head on Sasuke's shoulder and tried to bite his chin, but the Uchiha quickly realized the ruse and raised his head so that his teeth only clacked against the air. “You didn't want to surrender yourself, Usorotonkachi.” “Uh-huh. But the result was worth it.” Naruto squinted contentedly, making himself comfortable in Sasuke's ring of arms. “That was cool. We should do it again. Someday.” Sasuke hummed against his head and hugged him tighter. Naruto looked out the window, beyond which night had long since descended. They had a few more carefree days before shinobi duty would once again lead them forward and separate them on opposite sides of the world.