Crossroads.

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“If I’m an idiot, then you’re a fool!” The blonde grinned, with a feeling of accomplishment. He didn’t expect this to be how he was planning on bringing Sasuke back, but it seemed effective. Naruto followed up with another kiss, this one even more tender than the last.

“Sasuke, if I took you back to the village, where would you go? Would you go back to your clan site?” The blonde managed to slip out during the parting of their lips. Azure orbs gazed upon the Uchiha’s visage. For some reason, it aroused him, something he’d never thought he’d feel for Sasuke.

“Would you come back with me in the first place, Sasuke?” Hands sliding down his waist.

“I swear to always stay by your side.”

He wasn’t sure now, if he wanted to return, or continue his fruitless quest that only led to war and destruction. Lips were still simultaneously meshing together, cheeks felt warmer than usual but took no pigment. “I.. Don’t know.” His arms tugged tighter around the male’s waist, pushing him forward and pinning either arms above his head.

“I may need some convincing.” Evidently Sasuke wasn’t playing coy any longer, the hunger set in and it began to physically frustrate him. Tiers bit into what little bit of neck showed from Naruto’s thick turtle neck jacket, digits starting to unzip and remove that bothersome article of clothing. 

“You made a risky move.” He spoke the truth, now Sasuke had no choice but to defend himself sexually as exampled by Naruto himself. A smug grin slid across perfectly cool features, the long zipper at the top of his shirt collar began to pull down, exposing pale, tight semi-muscular flesh. 

A shiver ran down his whole body. Everywhere that Sasuke placed his lips burned and ached. He helped take off his signature jacket and remove his fishnets that laid underneath said jacket.

Sasuke was always trying to one-up him so this was to be expected. But Naruto wouldn’t bend so easily to the Uchiha’s will.

“Do you even know what you’re doing? You’re just as new to this as I am.” A sly grin flashing on his face. “Do you even know what you want to do?” Naruto’s left hand making it’s why to Sasuke’s pants, tugging at the ropes tied around his waist. When it was finally unbound, he placed his hand in between Sasuke’s legs.

“Do you… even know what to do this this?”

Giving no sociable expression, he had no words to respond with. The words, he paid no heed to, as he usually didin’t. Naruto enjoyed rambling and the sound of his own voice. He was obnoxiously bothersome at times when his mouth was unoccupied by ramen or.. well, his tongue - in approbation to the bold progression the young Uzumaki made, his lips took hold of those fruitlessly arbitrary lips, tugging him forward with both arms.

Palms cupped around tight asscheeks, giving them a nice squeeze, and a snicker with more lascivious intent slipped through occupied tiers as his hips grind against orange fabric. “I know.. exactly what I’m doing.”

He was already given the incentive to proceed, and the boy was practically in his exclusive possession, so he unconsciously paid no mind to the delicate datcyl rubbing against a progressively hardening erection.