Now he was beginning to understand. Now he was learning of consequences. Of subordination. Of ownership. To any other person they would have been savage, painful movements. They were so impassioned, so utterly overwhelmed by a desire to rinse his of any other’s contact — either real, or hypothetical — that they worked as a tether for his petite body to become hooked upon; to never find retreat from that soaked, glistening shaft
Malformed, frigid fingers encompassed the limber male’s throat when he so ignorantly straddled him. Between forefinger and thumb pressured his larynx, squeezing out his resistance — before a lithe, corpselike body wheeled negligently upon the axis of its heel and brought his spine into infernal collision against the frost-clad walls of the Silvern’s private sanctum. His grasp tightened; a valve, set to detonate so fiercely, so imminently, upon the tightening coil of their chemical desires.
The hoarse action immediately had the body struggling in defense, half waken body writhing into that broad anatomy above. Digits wrapped around hard wrists, pulling with little to no strength as his mind was coming to realize. Such a constriction around his larynx caused breaths to become rugged and paced, neither he nor Naruto could resist the temptation of one another, especially in a newly awakened state.
“F-Fuck, Naruto..” Such rough play already had his nude lower half bucking up into seemingly willing body, wanting that heated friction more then anything, and only from him did he need it. Palms eventually settled against broad shoulders, scraping down to the blades and reddening the flesh in their angered wake. Features became tense with a struggle, one between lust and dominance, though he felt himself falling prey to the aggressive nature of his partner, those rocking hips becoming more ragged and utterly eager.