Sasuke yanked the case away just as Naruto's fingers grazed it. Naruto lunged, desperate, but Sasuke caught his wrist mid-air.
The grip around Naruto's wrist tightened like handcuffs. Between their pressed palms, the pill case—its tin worn thin from constant handling—dug into flesh. Naruto couldn't look away from it, couldn't stop the shallow pants escaping his lips or the sweat beading his upper lip. When he tried wrenching backward, Sasuke's fingers only clamped harder, immobilizing not just his arm but the frantic need thrumming beneath his skin.
"I need it," Naruto said. His voice rasped with desperation, more plea than argument. "You saw what happened last time. Just give them back."
"Idiot." Sasuke's own voice was low, but the edge was honed for damage. He jerked Naruto's arm upward, forced him to look directly into those black eyes. "You can't take another dose. You'll fry your liver, or worse." The words came out clinical, precise, but the knuckles of Sasuke's hand had gone bone-white. "How many have you taken today?"
Naruto stilled, mouth clamped shut, the heat in his veins making his skin prickle with sweat. "It's not—" He flexed his fingers, straining against Sasuke's hold, his body arching involuntarily toward the other's. "It's my body. I can handle it."
Sasuke pushed him backward, one hand splayed against Naruto's chest. The touch burned through the thin fabric of his shirt. Naruto fell onto the edge of his bed, the mattress groaning under the sudden weight. Sasuke followed, knee wedging between Naruto's thighs, forcing them apart. He loomed over him, dark eyes hungry, a predator scenting weakness. He leaned in so close that his breath ghosted hot against Naruto's lips.
"You're already burning," Sasuke murmured, voice a low rumble that vibrated through Naruto's chest and pooled hot in his groin. "If you take another, it'll only make it worse."
Naruto's eyes went glassy, then sharp. "Then what do you suggest?" The words slipped out brittle, as if the question had a right answer. "Just sit here and sweat until it goes away?"
Sasuke let go of the wrist, but not the pill case. He dropped it into his own pocket, slow and deliberate, then braced a hand on either side of Naruto's shoulders. The movement pinned Naruto in place, locked between bed and wall and Sasuke's body. The air was thick with the scent of chemical panic and something richer, more urgent. Even through the haze of suppressant crash, Naruto's pheromones were leaking out, painting the room with sweet, high-summer desperation.
Sasuke's mouth twisted, as if what he was about to say tasted wrong. "There's another way. If you want it."
Naruto didn't answer, didn't move. He just stared up at Sasuke, throat working, Adam's apple bobbing beneath flushed skin. The scent between them thickened, honey-sweet and dangerous.
The silence stretched. Sasuke's mouth curled at one corner, predatory satisfaction flashing in his eyes as he watched understanding flood Naruto's face. Heat crawled up tanned skin like wildfire. Naruto's chest rose and fell in shallow pants, his lips parting involuntarily. Beneath him, his thighs pressed together, a desperate attempt to contain the slick warmth beginning to pool there. Sasuke let his eyes linger on that telltale movement, nostrils flaring slightly as he caught the unmistakable scent of arousal. His gaze dragged back up to meet Naruto's, one eyebrow lifting in silent challenge.
Naruto's voice was barely audible, breath hitching on each word. "You mean—"
Sasuke nodded, just once. "It'll reset your system. Quicker than the pills." His voice dropped half an octave, thumb grazing the mattress in a slow arc beside Naruto's hip. He leaned forward, just enough for a strand of dark hair to fall across his eye, and his gaze lingered on the pulse point at Naruto's throat. "Temporary solution."
Naruto's fingers dug into the blanket, twisting cotton until his knuckles bleached white. "That's—" The word died as Sasuke's knee grazed his inner thigh, sending electricity up his spine. His pupils dilated, swallowing blue irises. "It's not supposed to be like this."
Sasuke's lip curled upward, exposing the edge of one canine. A bead of sweat traced the hollow of his throat as he leaned closer, his shadow falling across Naruto's face. "You can say no." His voice dropped to a whisper, lips barely brushing the shell of Naruto's ear. Sasuke inhaled deeply, nostrils flaring as he caught the honeyed scent rising from Naruto's heated skin. His fingers trembled against the mattress, nails digging into the fabric. "I'll leave if you want." The muscles in his jaw twitched, tension radiating through his body like a wire pulled taut to breaking.
For a moment, Sasuke watched Naruto's throat work, Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed. Naruto's gaze flickered down to where Sasuke's fingers pressed into the mattress, then to the wall, anywhere but Sasuke's face. His shoulders slumped, the fight draining from him like water. "I don't want to. But—" His voice cracked, barely audible. A bead of sweat traced his temple, disappearing into his hairline. His fingers twisted in the sheets, knuckles white against the fabric. "Just do it. Please." The last word hung between them, fragile as glass.
Sasuke's thumb carved a slow, possessive circle on the mattress, so close to Naruto's hip that the heat between them pulsed like a second heartbeat. He leaned in until his lips brushed the shell of Naruto's ear, his Alpha scent flooding the space between them—dark, demanding, intoxicating. "You don't have to beg," he growled, voice a dangerous rumble that vibrated through Naruto's chest and pooled hot in his groin. Sasuke's free hand claimed Naruto's inner thigh, fingers pressing into the sensitive flesh through worn denim. "Just say yes." His hand slid higher, deliberately grazing the growing hardness straining against Naruto's zipper before retreating, leaving nothing but fire in its wake.
Naruto's chest rose, then froze mid-breath. His chin dipped once, barely moving, while his eyes tracked Sasuke's fingertips as they hovered above his thigh. The vein at his throat jumped wildly beneath his skin. His lips parted, closed, parted again. "Yeah," he finally whispered, the word barely disturbing the air between them. "Okay."
A sound rumbled from deep in Sasuke's chest, vibrating against Naruto's sternum where they nearly touched. His hands found Naruto's shoulders, then his waist, fingers digging into the fabric of his shirt. With one fluid movement, he flipped Naruto lengthwise on the mattress, the springs creaking in protest. Naruto's legs fell open as Sasuke's knee pressed between them, his shadow falling across Naruto's face as he claimed the space, his palms pressing into the mattress on either side of Naruto's head.
Sasuke worked slow, his Alpha instincts clawing beneath his skin. He dragged calloused fingers up Naruto's inner thigh, feeling the muscle jump and quiver beneath his touch as he forced those legs wider. The scent hit him like a narcotic—honey-sweet slick and raw musk that made saliva pool under his tongue. He traced the crease where thigh met hip, transfixed by Naruto's blown pupils, by the way his chest heaved with each ragged breath. A single bead of sweat rolled down the hollow of Naruto's throat, and Sasuke's tongue darted out to catch it, the salt-sweet taste making him dizzy with want.
Sasuke's teeth grazed the sensitive skin below Naruto's ear, sending a shiver down his spine. His breath came hot and damp against Naruto's neck, each exhale making the fine hairs there stand on end. Beneath him, Naruto's pulse hammered visibly at his throat, his pupils blown wide as Sasuke's thumb traced slow circles against his hip bone. When their eyes met, Sasuke's were nearly black with hunger.
Naruto's fingers clamped around Sasuke's wrist like a vise. "But not—" His throat bobbed, the words catching. "Not all the way." His chest rose and fell in shallow pants, even as his knees fell further apart on the mattress. Sasuke watched Naruto's pink tongue sweep across his bottom lip, leaving it glistening in the half-light. Something primitive coiled in his gut. He jerked his chin down once, muscles in his jaw jumping beneath skin, fingernails digging half-moons into his own palm.
Sasuke's fingers trembled against the hot skin of Naruto's abdomen, fumbling with the button of his jeans. A growl of frustration escaped him, and Naruto's breath hitched at the sound. Their knuckles brushed as Naruto reached down to help, the accidental contact sending electricity up Sasuke's spine. Together they peeled the denim down sweat-slicked thighs. Naruto arched his back to lift his hips, the movement exposing the glistening wetness already soaking through his boxers, the outline of his cock straining against thin cotton, a dark spot spreading at the tip.
A predatory smile curved Sasuke's mouth as he hooked his fingers into the waistband of Naruto's boxers, dragging them down with agonizing slowness. Naruto's cock sprang free, flushed and straining, a glistening bead of precum sliding down the shaft. But what made Sasuke's pupils dilate, what made his own cock throb painfully against his zipper, was the slick heat radiating from between Naruto's thighs—that intoxicating Omega sweetness that promised tight, wet heat clenching around him. His Alpha instincts screamed to claim, to mount, to breed. Sasuke swallowed hard, teeth pressing against his bottom lip as he fought the primal urge to flip Naruto over and sink into that welcoming heat until they were locked together.
Sasuke sank between Naruto's trembling thighs, forcing them wider with his broad shoulders until the blond was splayed open, vulnerable. The slick heat of Naruto's arousal hit his senses like a drug, flooding his mouth with saliva. He dug his fingers into the soft flesh of Naruto's hip as he pinned him to the mattress. When his tongue—scorching and slick—dragged along the underside of Naruto's cock, he felt the pulse beneath the velvet skin before swirling around the swollen, weeping head.
Naruto's back arched off the bed, a strangled sound tearing from his throat. "Fuck—Sasuke—" The words spilled from him, half-curse, half-plea. His fingers tangled in Sasuke's dark hair, tugging sharply enough to send sparks of pain down the Alpha's spine.
Sasuke hollowed his cheeks, taking Naruto deeper until he felt the head hit the back of his throat. Each swallow around Naruto's length was calculated torment, his tongue working the sensitive underside. Naruto's hips bucked desperately against Sasuke's iron grip, thighs quivering as they clamped around Sasuke's head. The air grew thick with the intoxicating musk of Omega slick, the scent making Sasuke's own cock throb painfully as he devoured Naruto like a man starved.
Just as Naruto's moans pitched higher, his thighs trembling with the promise of release, Sasuke pulled back with cruel precision. Naruto's eyes flew open, a curse dying on his lips as Sasuke rose to his knees, thumbs hooking into his waistband. With one fluid motion, denim and cotton slid down muscled thighs, revealing his cock—angry-red and jutting upward, a pearl of precum sliding down the thick shaft. Naruto's throat worked as he swallowed hard, his gaze locked on the heavy length that pulsed with each beat of Sasuke's heart. Thank god he'd set boundaries beforehand—the thought of that splitting him open made his entrance clench involuntarily, sending a fresh wave of slick heat down his thighs.
Naruto's breath caught in his throat. "What are you—" The question died as Sasuke seized his hips with bruising force, yanking him forward until the slick heat between his ass pressed against Sasuke's heavy sac. The contact sent lightning up Naruto's spine, his entrance clenching involuntarily, releasing another flood of wetness.
"Fuck," Sasuke hissed, his voice a ragged edge. He wrapped one large hand around both their cocks, squeezing them together in a grip that bordered on painful. The sight of Naruto's leaking tip against Sasuke's throbbing length tore a whimper from deep in Naruto's chest. His hips bucked helplessly, chasing the friction as Sasuke's thumb swiped over both their sensitive heads, smearing their mingled precum in a torturous circle.
Sasuke's grip tightened as he began working their cocks together in long, deliberate strokes, his thumb circling the sensitive heads with each upstroke, smearing their wetness down the shafts. He rolled his hips in a grind that had Naruto arching off the mattress, a broken sob escaping his throat. "You're fucking drenched," Sasuke growled, voice rough with lust as he felt another pulse of slick heat against his thigh. "Made for this, aren't you?"
"S-shut up," Naruto gasped, his voice breaking on a moan that burned his throat. His thighs trembled, slick heat pooling beneath him as shame and desperate need battled for control. He bit his lip hard enough to taste copper, hips betraying him with an involuntary buck against Sasuke's grip. "God—just—don't stop."
Sasuke's eyes flashed crimson as he tightened his grip, thumb pressing into the sensitive spot just beneath the head that made Naruto's vision blur. "Look at me when you come," he commanded, voice dropping to that Alpha register that vibrated through Naruto's bones. When Naruto's climax hit, it tore through him like lightning—his back arching off the bed, toes curling as thick ropes of cum painted his stomach. Sasuke growled, the sound primal and possessive as his own release followed, marking Naruto with his scent in the most ancient way possible. For a second, neither moved. Their mingled release cooled on Naruto's stomach, the scent of sex hanging heavy in the air between them.
Sasuke released his grip only when the tremors finally left Naruto's body. He sat back on his heels, chest heaving, eyes still dark with aftershock. The Alpha's gaze lingered on the way Naruto's spent body curled into itself, the faint sheen of sweat glistening across his skin, the bruised flush high on his cheeks. In another world, it might have felt like a victory, this total undoing, but here, now, it was something closer to surrender.
Naruto blinked, dazed, breath hitching with every inhale. The clarity that followed left him raw and trembling; his hands shook as he wiped the mess from his stomach, only to smear it further onto the hem of his shirt. "Fucking hell," he whispered, voice caught somewhere between laughter and tears.
Sasuke didn't answer. Instead, he rose, grabbing a rumpled towel from the foot of his bed, and tossed it at Naruto with a practiced flick. The towel landed on Naruto's face, smothering any response he might have offered. And for a moment, that was enough—just the simple act of covering up, of pulling fabric against skin, a way to hide from each other and the dense, undeniable truth of what they'd done.
Before Naruto could form a coherent response, Sasuke snatched a fresh towel from his dresser and disappeared into the bathroom, the door clicking shut with quiet finality. Naruto lay there, chest still heaving, mind struggling to process the line they had just crossed.