Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Secret Love ❯ Sex? ( Chapter 13 )

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Just a warning! This chapter is nothing but sex! Well…actually there is more than just sex, but it all takes place in the bedroom with no clothes on and if you would rather not read that then don’t read the chapter ^.- Otherwise! Enjoy!

　 …   　 Sex?  

Oh god. Why had I agreed to this? No, honestly, I have no idea what possessed me to agree to this. We hadn’t even spoken about it. We’d not spoken a word to each other for two days to be accurate. Was that supposed to make me feel better? That we weren’t going to talk? Actually that sounded quite good. It would make things that much easier if we said nothing.

Naruto wasn’t here. I was in the bed by myself, staring at the ceiling. Naruto had gone away, indicating with a finger that he would be back in one second, or one minute, I couldn‘t tell - it was only a finger, could’ve been an hour. He’d now been away for thirty eight seconds but who‘s counting…

I wondered what I was feeling. It was something unfamiliar to me. It was sort of nauseating, but not really. It made me tense and shivery at the same time. It made my stomach churn and my throat tighten. I’d never felt it before. It wasn’t the feeling though, so I was glad for that. This was definitely not the feeling.

I’d just spent almost two hours in the bathroom. Naruto had handed me a book and urged me through the door. The book had been about sex - all forms of sex and it was an educational book. I had read what I needed to read and now I was more than aware - if a little…uncomprehending - of what was to transpire. I was fully prepared, the book had explained about that also. It had been the most humiliating thing I had ever done, knowing Naruto had been in the building and that he knew what I was doing. I couldn’t even look at him when I came out.

So why had I agreed to do this? It had now been over a minute since Naruto had gone and I was really getting concerned about my reasons behind this. Why had I agreed? Why would I agree? Because I was a little sexually frustrated? I supposed that must have been my reason…was that even a good enough reason for doing this? I was also concerned about what would happen after this transpired.

I mean, I’d tried to masturbate before. Once before. And it really wasn’t my thing. I couldn’t even arouse myself enough to become erect. What if sex wasn’t my thing either? What if I made an idiot out of myself and Naruto would be there to see it.

Naruto…what were his reasons for this? Was he just frustrated too? Did he just want sex and because I was his closest person he thought I would be the most suitable…I didn’t think I liked that. I really didn’t think I liked that. Would this be a one-off thing then, I wondered. But what if I did like it? What if I didn’t want it to be a one-off thing?

It was Sunday. Naruto had skipped out of going to the beach with everyone else. We hadn’t spoken about it but I’d known that morning that this was his intention. He wanted it to be today. I wasn’t going to object. I’d said I would do it and I couldn’t exactly back out now. How would that make me look?

I saw Naruto enter the room from the corner of my eye. I stayed still, looking straight up at the ceiling. Naruto was naked, completely naked, the blinds were drawn but that did little to hide the room from light. I was naked too, of course, but I was under covers. What really concerned me was that he didn’t even seem to notice. He stood there looking just as he normally would.

…

…Did this not bother him?!

…Was I the only one here who felt like this?!

I let out a breath I didn’t know I’d been holding as Naruto came closer. He lay on the bed, half on top of me, half not, and just so that his head intruded the part of ceiling I had been looking at. So now I was forced to face him. What annoyed me even more was how normal he looked. Did I look normal? I probably did - I was a master of disguise.

Right then I was just so thankful for the sheet between us, even if I was roasting. It was mid-day and I was lying in bed. Mid-day in Riera was hot. Maybe we should have done this another time; I didn’t want to look flustered from the heat. That would only be embarrassing. And I’d had enough embarrassment today.

He opened his mouth and my eyes immediately snapped to his lips. Was he going to say something? I thought we weren’t going to talk! This would be so much easier if we didn’t talk! Please let him not speak!

“Are…you sure about this?” He said. He said, he said, he said. Why did he say? Why couldn’t he just continue in silence? I wanted silence! Would I have been lying here if I was going to back out like a coward? No! I wouldn’t be! Fool!

“Are you?” I was sure my voice told nothing of my inner torment.

He smiled so big his eyes almost closed and let out a shaky laugh. Shit. I’d thought that maybe there was a chance he wasn’t sure. Maybe he would have backed out. But this had been his suggestion in the first place so of course he wouldn’t back out. My cheek twitched when his head landed in the gap between my shoulder and neck.

Was he going to start now? I really wanted this over with. Maybe I should do something. His heavy breathing on my neck was…something, I’m not sure what but it was something.

He moved slowly, slowly edging himself under the covers, but he kept his face where it was, his breathing where it was. When he was under I noticed how warm he was. He must have been much warmer than me, and he was sticky, sort of, like he was sweating a little. It was from the heat, I knew, but it did something to me. Again, I wasn’t sure what.

His body was touching mine in what felt like so many place; his entire chest was on mine, yet only one of his legs touched me. And I couldn’t feel if he was…aroused or not. He shouldn’t be, I thought; I certainly wasn’t. But he was positioned rather strangely, jutting his hips away from me like that as if he had something to hide. Maybe he was. Did that mean he was attracted to me…physically?

I mean, I knew I was good looking but if Naruto thought of me like that…was it just for now? Had he just started now? Or had it been for a while? I would have noticed, surely, if he was attracted to me like that. Right? Maybe I was getting ahead of myself. Maybe he wasn’t even aroused at all.

But he should be shouldn’t he? We would both need to be, wouldn’t we? Well…I probably wouldn’t necessarily need to be. But I was pretty sure Naruto would be very uncomfortable if I was not. So how would I go about getting myself…up? How did you do that? Maybe if I didn’t feel so sick it would have been easier.

He moved his head a little and I felt his lips brush against my neck. He kissed me a few times and I felt his hands move onto my chest. They pressed against me fully and he moved them, tracing my body and mapping each part of my chest. He stopped at my stomach and I wondered where he would go now.

His breathing was heavier on my neck, very heavy now and very loud. I felt him swallow. I felt his hand move further down and I bit my lip. I wouldn’t stop him. It would be odd to stop him now, considering what we were about to do. But I wondered if he would stop on his own if I vomited on him.

My whole world spun when he touched me and I really honestly believed for a moment that I was going to throw up. Then I realised two things. Two fairly daunting things.

The first was that although I may have believed I was no where near being aroused my body seemed to tell a different story. I was erect, at least partially. I realised that now, with Naruto’s hand on me. Which was certainly surprising, given that even I was not aware of my state. How shameful - not only could I no longer control my own body but I was also rendered unaware of its…circumstance. It could have been because I was flustered, yes I was a little flustered, and a little unsure, and a little dazed.

The second thing I realised was that touching yourself and having someone else touch you may have seemed like very similar things, but they were in fact completely different. Completely different. Completely. I had never felt anything in my life like what I felt when Naruto’s hand started moving over me. I couldn’t even remember how to breathe. Naruto could certainly remember - that was something I did know. It’s hard not to be aware of that fact when it’s being thoroughly gasped in your ear. It was good to know I wasn’t the only one struggling with my lungs though, because Naruto did sound like he was struggling.

He didn’t seem to think so though. He squeezed me a little and moved faster while I gripped the headboard with both hands, clenching my teeth and trying not to focus on how good it felt. Sometimes he alternated, slow then fast, hard then soft. He played with the tip a little, spreading moisture about me and fiddling in ways that made me want to cry.

He pushed it down onto my stomach and rubbed the under side of it, fast and hard, but it felt good, the movement on both sides. He used his fingers too, teasingly slowly, just his finger tips and tickled the base, the head. It was like a fascination for him, touching me like this. But it was torture and I couldn’t tell him to stop. I wasn’t sure if that was because of my no speaking rule or because I really didn’t want him to.

He moved again but all I could think about was why he had stopped stroking me. He moved completely away and I could see him again. He was above me and I felt his hands grip my knees, he moved me slowly and I let him. I didn’t like what he was doing but I figured things would be over quicker if I just went with it. Things would be silent too and I wanted silence. Words would destroy this.

He moved my legs up and positioned himself between them. This was good, I thought, we were getting somewhere now. But then we were going nowhere fast as he came back down onto me and started moving again. This time it wasn’t his hand touching me. I knew it was completely the wrong time but I couldn’t help the swell on my ego when I felt he was slightly shorter in length than me. I resisted the smirk, if only because the way he was rubbing us together was…sensational.

I had to keep reminding myself, as he rocked against me in the most shocking way, that I had done this before. I could remember being this close to him before. This should not have felt so utterly new to me. But still I had to keep the reminder in my head. I was not a virgin. I should be fine with this.

At least I wasn’t feeling so sick. Or perhaps I was, but maybe it was just overridden by what Naruto was doing. Because I could never deny how good this felt. It was amazing. I couldn’t even feel embarrassment when my hips rocked back, coursing another round of perfect bliss though my system. I couldn’t even feel embarrassed when my hands moved to grip his back or when he bit my neck and sucked and it felt even better.

Naruto was moaning but I wasn’t. I supposed I may have been gasping, if only a little, but I wasn’t moaning. Naruto groaned with every grind, he moaned and kissed my neck constantly. He was very loud. I had enough of my mind left sensible to be concerned for the people downstairs. We might have been off work but the bar was open. I worried we would be heard with all Naruto’s noise.

I thought of telling him to shut up but that would have broken my restriction on talking; there was to be none. And he got rougher suddenly. He got very rough, pushing down on me with force and vigour and he bit my neck again and thrust his hips to mine, moaning even louder and I wondered what was happening. A particularly hard grind had me biting my lip. It was getting painful. But I didn’t have to stop him. He stopped himself and that too was sudden. For I was left on the bed a little bewildered as he pushed up onto his knees and elbows, cutting all contact between us.

I looked at his face and hoped beyond all hope that I didn’t look anything like he did. His face was red, his hair was messy. He was panting like all the air in the world would never satisfy him. His mouth was open and his lips were wet and red. He buried his head in my shoulder again and sucked on my skin, licking and nipping with his teeth. It tickled a little, but not where it should have, not where the contact was taking place. It tickled, or buzzed would be truer, between my legs and it made me ache for him to touch me again.

He sat up fully then, and the sheet fell right off his back. I was a little annoyed at that - it gave me less of an excuse for why I felt so hot. Naruto opened his legs but I didn’t watch him do it, I was looking at his face. I knew he’d moved his legs open for mine opened with them. They opened and his arms guided them to rest by his hips, open and up. I might not have been looking down but Naruto was.

My face flamed. I didn’t want him looking at me so blatantly. I felt like forcing him to look back up but I wouldn’t; I didn’t want to complicate anything. If he wanted to look at me then he could look. I reminded myself that now I should probably be prepared to be thoroughly embarrassed. I had not spent over an hour in the bathroom doing nothing and I had read the book so I knew what was going where.

But that didn’t stop me wishing this could continue without any ’preparation’, as the book had called it, at all. Naruto reached behind him and I closed my eyes. I heard a pop and recognised it as the opening of a bottle. I heard nothing for a few minutes and then I felt something. Something mildly cold and very moist and in the middle of it something very uncomfortable pressing into me.

I had to resist the urge to move away, to slap his hand away and scream obscenities at him before punching him in the face. Luckily I did still have most of my self control and I did no such thing. I just lay there and took it while he wiggled a finger inside the place where - personally - I felt nothing should ever enter. But I had agreed to this and I would not back out like a cowered.

I could have asked him to be the one to open his legs and be embarrassed. I don’t think he would have objected, so long as we went through with this either way. But I figured if I did that it would mean more work for me. I would have to move and do things that I had absolutely no idea about. That book did not give people experience and I had no idea what Naruto was doing now so I would never have been able to do it myself.

And after thinking about it I thought that perhaps this would be easier for me, this way I got to lie here doing practically nothing while Naruto pulled all the strings. It should have been more embarrassing for him, really. And anyway, I couldn’t trust Naruto to be clean enough for me, as horrible as that might sound.

I did start rethinking my position again though, when Naruto added a third finger - when he had added a second I have no idea. This one was the one that stung slightly. He twisted them round and prodded and moved them in and out and round. I wondered what good that was actually doing…was it really even doing anything? Would it not still be painful when he put his…member…inside me? No, I was fairly certain it would still be painful so what was the point of this at all?

The book had said it was to prevent ripping. Ripping? I hadn’t even known places like that could rip. If that wasn’t a warning, like ‘hello! Don’t put things in here!’ then I didn’t know what was. I did know, however, that the feeling that took over me when his fingers came out was pure dread. Dread and horror. Because I may not have remembered everything from that night but I remembered that it was painful.

And again I asked myself why the fuck had I agreed to this?! I couldn’t go back now! That would be worse than going through with it! I couldn’t go back now but why the hell had I said I would to this in the first place?! Why?! Oh my god! I couldn’t even think properly. My eyes were firmly shut but now that he had retreated I didn’t even want to know what he was doing.

I felt it when he pressed at me, I felt it and I took a breath, I took a breath and I held it because I was determined to show him nothing of the pain I was sure I was about to feel. And pain I did feel.

At first it was just neutral, he pushed and pushed and it didn’t seem to be going anywhere. But then after pushing for about the sixth time, there was a barrier that seemed to break and the tip popped in. And it was sore. It was really sore. My nose scrunched and I turned my head to the side. Naruto pushed further in and I almost screamed at him.

My arms lay limp by my head and I wished I’d moved them before he started; took hold of something or…something. Because I couldn’t move them now - that would show Naruto what I was feeling so they had to lie there motionless.

And I had never felt a relief like I did when I felt his skin connect with mine. He was then fully sheathed and I wasn’t sure what would come next but I was sure it would be a damn site better than what had just come. Just to be wicked though, Naruto decided to thrust in a little bit more, until he couldn’t be further inside of me and I wanted to murder him when he moaned. Because that was clearly a moan of pleasure. I decided to pay him back shortly after though, when he seemed to collapse on top of me.

I couldn’t help but grip his back as soon as he was within reach. His head was nestled again between my shoulder and neck and I frowned and bit my lip, keeping my eyes closed because I was sure there were tears in them but as long as I didn’t open my eyes then I wouldn’t have to admit them.

He panted against my neck and I knew he tried to look at me because I felt the muscles on his back move and I felt his breath hit my cheek. He started at me for a while before returning his head and lips to my neck and, I suppose, deeming me suitable to be fucked.

The moving, the constant in and out pattern that developed quickly wasn’t quite as bad as the initial entrance. Possibly because after a while the pain seemed to numb. Even then I couldn’t say it was nice. Though Naruto seemed to think it was, with all the groaning and gasping and moaning he was doing. He’d become louder than before but I would not dare to open my mouth and give him a piece of my mind.

Instead I opted for my revenge. While he continuously rocked back and forth in and out of me I dragged my hands up his back, bug my nails into his skin and drug them back down again. The hiss that followed had me doubting I’d feel any better satisfaction today than from this action. He moaned out an ‘owe’ but all I could think of was my own soreness.

When I’d begun to think that the insistent thrusting was going nowhere with me and with my arousal thoroughly dead, I was so sure I only had to wait for Naruto to finish. I have to say what a surprise I got when things actually started to feel good.

It started with a warmth, not a warmth like the heat which had taken over my body from the beginning, but a different warmth. This warmth was deep inside of me. It got distinctly hotter each time Naruto’s cock rubbed inside of me. I gasped a few times, wondering why it was getting hotter. I worried something was wrong.

Naruto seemed to sense a change in me because he started coming into me faster. This did not help the quickly spreading warmth - it had taken hold of me almost completely and was now followed by an itching sort of sensation at the very tip of my own manhood.

Soon this tickling, itchy sort of warmth got stronger and every time Naruto’s erection brushed my insides I felt as though I was on fire. This time when my nails dug into his back it was for an entirely different reason. I rose up against him, completely uncaring for pride or shame. Naruto had left those things behind as well and with my eventual participation he seemed all the more eager to move faster, more forcefully.

He hooked his arms around my knees and lifted my legs higher and instinctively they curled around his back. I couldn’t help it when my hands went to grasp the cheeks of his arse and helped push him harder into me. I bit into his neck and struggled to find sense in my mind.

And the sounds. Oh god the sounds were somehow…horrifyingly erotic. The slapping noise that became louder with each thrust. And between Naruto’s moaning and my own gasping breaths I could hear a wet sort of squishy sound that under normal circumstances would have disgusted me but there, then, with that wet pleasure coursing through me it turned me on even more. It turned me on until the pleasure rose and rose and my insides burned with its force. I could feel moisture on the erection trapped between our bodies and the friction on it was driving me mad.

Naruto’s arms moved to wrap around my shoulders and grip my back and his fingers pressed tightly into my skin. My legs stayed wrapped high around him and my own arms wound over his back and neck. We had lost all rhythm, lost all pattern. He pound into me, rough and forceful but I didn’t care. Pain and pleasure were indistinguishable in the midst of this sensation. I could no longer hear Naruto’s cries. I couldn’t hear the screeching of the mattress or the roaring of the wall as it was battered by the bed. I couldn’t hear the slapping of our skin or the wetness as he bucked inside me furiously.

I felt like I was a parched, thirsty, burning man who had not tasted water in a month, I was gasping in the heat of a desert and stumbling chaotically towards a cliff. Naruto’s voice was lost to me; the world was lost to me. All I could feel was the pleasure inside me, the pleasure in my cock and the warmth, the itching, the pure bliss of it.

I didn’t care what it was; I didn’t care if it was normal. I didn’t care. I needed a solution, the build up of passion and sensitivity was in complete overload. It needed to go somewhere.

And then I was that same thirsty, overheated man, a man on fire and I was flying through the air into an ocean of iced water. It felt so indescribably good to hit that water, to melt into that ocean…so, so good…

Somewhere in the distance a voice - a familiar voice - called my name. Somewhere back on earth things stopped moving and all I could feel was that something inside me throbbing, throbbing, throbbing. And a different kind of warmth burst into me; liquid warmth; Naruto’s warmth. But that was all far away. That was all back on earth and I was not on earth. I was floating in the clouds somewhere, far away from everything, far away in heaven… …  

Okay…I hope that wasn’t bad…I didn’t want it to be very sensual or anything, but more about Sasuke experiencing everything sexual for the first time…Hope it was okay for you guys ^.^ and sorry for the semi-cliffy last chapter! I know it was harsh of me.

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