Title: Can’t You See the Glow on the Windowpane?
Author: Timothy Wren
Fandom: Naruto
Relationship: Uzumaki Naruto/Uchiha Sasuke, Uchiha Sasuke/Haruno Sakura, Uzumaki Naruto/Uchiha Sasuke/Haruno Sakura (Ot3 Team 7), Haruno Sakura/Yamanaka Ino
Genre: Anime, Romance, AU
Word Count: 5,031
Warnings: Pussy/cunt/etc terms used for a trans guy’s genitals, and dick/cock/etc used for a trans woman’s. Don’t dysphoria yourself. Polyamory, if you’re not into that.
Summary: Sakura realizes the wealth of teammate pussy she’s been missing out on, and Sasuke learns he was put on this earth to suck cock.
“I’m almost offended.”
“No skin off my back.” Sasuke turned a page in his book. Sakura was crouched in the window in full gear, looking for a wild moment like their sensei with her casual irreverence.
She huffed, coming into the apartment. Sasuke didn’t look up. His apartment was actually disgustingly empty. While they’d agreed to try out living apart, he hadn’t lived here long enough to personalize it.
He had stuff but most of it was sealed and he was quite used to the furnishings being a dual effort of his teammates, requiring little effort or opinion from Sasuke himself.
“Wow. You barely have anything here.”
“I don’t want to hear it from someone who didn’t so much as get her own place as move into Ino’s bed.”
“It was as close as I could get to living between her legs.” Sakura leered, unrepentant and smug. “Speaking of.”
She flopped onto the couch in the world’s laziest sprawl, foot extending to poke Sasuke in the thigh. He lifted his book away from her boot.
“How did you even find out?” Sasuke sighed, eyes flashing red to mark his page number for a split second. He put his book aside to protect it, already knowing he wasn’t going to get to read in peace.
“That’s not important right now.” Sakura wiggled to get comfortable, heel jabbing him rudely in the leg. “I’m hurt. I’m betrayed. My ego may never recover.”
“Oh my god.”
“The pain will surely be my undoing.” She put a hand over her heart without even bothering to effect a sincere expression or tone of voice.
“You’re so like Kakashi it’s scary.” Sasuke complained. “Stop it.”
“We can’t help our formative influences, Sasuke.”
“You could try pre-emptive therapy.” He regretted the words almost immediately as joy broke like sunrise across her face. “No, wait.”
“Too late. You’re absolutely right. I should get a therapist and see her every day.” Sakura crowed.
Sasuke groaned.
“See the inside of her bedroom, more like.”
Sakura shrugged with her whole body and kicked him again. Sasuke grabbed her foot and held it by the ankle, refusing to let her move even when she wiggled her toes in protest.
She wiggled her eyebrows suggestively and he dropped her foot.
“I am appalled,” Sakura continued, as if she hadn’t been interrupted. “That as resident lesbian–”
“We have equal and opposite gender and preferences.” Sasuke squeezed her foot, unphased. “You like pussy as much as I don’t.”
“So you go to someone else for troubleshooting?” Sakura’s eyebrows flew up.
“Oh my god.” Sasuke used his free hand to pinch the bridge of his nose. “It’s not like I went to the local bar and picked up the first person I saw. It was Naruto.”
“As the leading pussy expert on this team.” Sakura started and then stopped when Sasuke didn’t interrupt her, clearly having nowhere else to go with that sentence. She pouted at him. “You’re no fun.”
“No, fucking me would be no fun. For you. Or me. Because you’re totally gay. And I’m totally gay.”
Sakura squinted at him.
“Hear me out.”
But Sasuke did not hear her out, and in fact, interrupted her burgeoning point.
“Is this a teammate thing? Are you jealous? Like, what– mad I went to Naruto instead of you?”
“Professionally offended that you think Naruto could eat pussy better than me, actually.” Sakura corrected, snorting hard.
Sasuke rolled his eyes.
“We didn’t even do much of that. Only the once, I mean.” He ignored the faint rise of color to his face.
Sakura made a very unimpressed expression at him.
“Did you want to?” She asked, genuinely curious. Sasuke huffed at her.
“I don’t know, I wasn’t thinking that hard. I just wanted an orgasm.”
“Professionally. Offended.” Sakura squinted at him, wiggling her toes. He shifted so both her feet could rest in his lap and dropped her ankle.
“You don’t want to fuck me.” Sasuke griped, annoyed at the charade. He eyed her and then blinked quickly. “Wait– Sakura?”
“Okay, before you start.”
Sasuke gave a wordless exclamation.
“Since when do you want to fuck me!?” Sasuke threw both hands up in exasperation.
“Oh, do not even.” She rolled her eyes hard. “It’s not like that.”
“Apparently it is!”
“It’s just weird!” She complained. “We– the three of us–” As if there was any other ‘we’, “–do everything together. I guess I feel left out.”
“What a stellar reason to want to climb into my pants.”
“Don’t flatter yourself. I said, ‘before you start.’”
“No, no; go ahead. I’m sure you’ve put a lot of thought into this.”
“I’m not above taking you outside and pounding you into the dirt the other way.” She warned, eyes flinting briefly into sea-ice. Sasuke shivered a little.
Who didn’t get a little hard when a day of laughter and challenge and smirks ended with rolling around on the ground, wrestling and joking and high on victory?
They’d just never taken it further than that, always parting after nothing more than some light petting and kissing.
“See? That expression, right there. I know you and Naruto have your soulmate thing going on–”
Sasuke made a sound like an offended cat, face twisting, but she blithely continued:
“– don’t argue with me, Uchiha, matching tattoos appeared on your hands from the universe– but now you have this whole thing without me and it’s weird.”
“It’s not that weird.” Sasuke lied. It both was in fact extremely weird because he didn’t do sex like that, and the most natural thing he’s ever done, falling into it with Naruto like two stars in binary orbit.
He hadn’t, he realized, ever intended to keep Sakura out of it, specifically. Sure he and Naruto would be exploring this new thing between them but it wasn’t like Sakura wouldn’t be there.
“I mean, you thought Naruto could get you off quicker or better than me, which is like, the most insulting thing that’s ever happened to me, but sure, it’s not weird.”
“It wasn’t a value comparison.” Sasuke said. “I wasn’t thinking of who could do it better. I just–” He waved a hand as if to indicate the thing between him and Naruto.
“Yeah, I get it. I’m not mad.” Sakura relaxed her shoulder blades into the cushions.
“You just want my hot shinobi body.”
“Don’t flatter yourself,” Sakura said again, thumping her heel on his leg in reproach.
“Is it flattery if it’s true?” Sasuke had the same ‘formative influences’ as her, over all the trauma; he could smirk like an asshole, too.
“Jerk.”
“There’s a joke here somewhere about you being… very confident in your place in the food chain.”
Sakura grinned.
“‘Something, something, vaginaterian?’” She offered.
“Vaginat– that’s terrible.” Sasuke couldn’t help the small laugh.
“It’s true, though.” Sakura sighed. “I just love pussy so much. Women, yes, obviously, but pussy. Ten out of ten, would recommend; favorite food of all time. There is no such thing as a pussy that isn’t beautiful and edible.” Her eyes bored into his a little bit, keeping the tone light despite the fearless implications.
“Even mine?” Sasuke flushed a little. He didn’t– they didn’t usually go there. It was strangely new territory with both of his teammates. He swallowed and Sakura smiled, letting the charged moment pass like defusing a trap.
“I said what I said.” She hummed, noncommittal. Sasuke shifted a little on the couch, not unaffected.
“Hey, hey– you know ‘you are what you eat?’” She gestured absently to her own body. “Maybe that’s why I’m trans.”
“I don’t think that’s how it works.” Sasuke said, chuckling under his breath. “We were both very settled in our gender by the time we started the academy, so.”
He shrugged. “Also, I’ve never sucked cock, so your argument is invalid.”
“Would you like to?”
“What?” Sasuke blinked, watching her casual expression.
“Suck cock– do you want to?”
Sasuke swallowed hard and felt his eyes flicker to the center of her body without really meaning to, and then away just as fast.
“Uhh.” He tried to think about it. “Uhhh?”
“Well, you’re just as gay as I am and I like pussy enough to eat it on a man.” Sakura explained her reasoning. “Equal and opposite queerness and all that.”
“Hmm. That sounds right and yet…”
“Mind-blowing, right?” Sakura leaned her head back and studied the ceiling. “I started thinking of you and Naruto, just trying to imagine how that had happened or how it worked, and realized I wouldn’t mind being there with you. I could see myself there just like when we hang out in bed and fool around but going further.”
Said like that it wasn’t hard at all for Sasuke to picture it– again, it wasn’t like he’d ever given thought to excluding her from their new team bonding activities. They made room for each other in every facet of their lives and he couldn’t imagine not doing so, at this point.
That actually would be weird. And– other things too. Alienating, othering, lonely. Wrong.
“So it’s not that you lost your mind and suddenly want to fuck me, specifically, with a burning passion.” Sasuke said, more hypothesis than question.
He just put that out there.
“Sasuke.” Sakura finally looked at him again, eyes burning leaf green– talk about the will of fire. “You’re my teammate and I love you. Eating pussy is my favorite thing on the planet. I want to fuck you mute.”
Sasuke sucked in air harshly.
“That probably shouldn’t be as hot as it is.” He admitted, surprised and also not to find himself breathless, heart hammering.
“Mm. That’s what I thought when I learned you were so frustrated you fell into Naruto’s bed and let him take care of you.”
Sasuke exhaled raggedly.
He shifted a little, moving Sakura’s feet. She definitely noticed. There’s no way she didn’t notice.
Without breaking eye contact, Sakura reached down and very deliberately adjusted herself.
Sasuke’s mouth went dry.
“Uhh.” He cleared his throat and did not go cross-eyed trying to look. He kept his eyes on her face, which was somehow worse.
She smiled, deeply amused. Her hand did not leave her crotchward regions.
“It’s alright. You can look.” She murmured. “It’s certainly not anything you haven’t seen before.”
He exhaled sharply, amused despite himself, and let his eyes rock downwards.
“You know it’s different. Training is…” His voice trailed off. They’d had plenty of opportunity to see each other naked over the years, and even see each other turned on, but rarely both at the same time.
She was hard and Sasuke rarely thought about sex but knew, abstractly, that he was gay as the day was long. Women just didn’t appeal to him at all, objectively, so the fact that his mouth started watering because his pink-haired, incredibly feminine teammate cupped herself was unexpected.
“You’re a lesbian. With pink hair. You are literally the embodiment of a woman who likes women.” Sasuke muttered, amazed.
“And yet.” Sakura’s hand moving along tented fabric was like a gut-wound– sudden, sucking, impossible to ignore. The image of her laying back and stroking herself was stupidly affecting.
“You’re fucking with my brain, here.” He protested, unable to look away.
“Is that complaint, Uchiha? I can stop.” She kept both eyes half-lidded and watching him as she stroked, breathing slowly picking up speed.
“Don’t you dare.” He glared and his eyes spun red. Sakura laughed breathily, more air than sound.
“Wanna remember this?” She teased. He narrowed his eyes at her and she hummed, picking up the pace. His lips parted a little, fingers closing around her ankle.
It felt like a lifeline.
“Naruto just went to the bathroom and–”
“Took care of himself?” Her voice was laced with laughter. “Can’t imagine why. Not if you were right there, looking at him like this.”
“I was a little distracted.” He protested. “He got me off three times before he got all red-faced and stuttering and excused himself.”
“Only three? Maybe he needs lessons.” Her eyes fluttered shut on a particularly nice stroke, hips canting the barest centimeter off the couch. She braced her heels just a touch for it and being able to feel that as well as see it was unexpectedly arousing.
“Do you want to try?” Her voice was as flushed as her face and Sasuke blinked, considering it. He reached out and she moved her hand away, accommodating.
It was unexpectedly hot. Hard, yes, but with just as much give as any other body part which made sense in hindsight. He moved his hand in a broad squeeze that made her breath hitch.
“What am I even doing?” He asked himself in an undertone, the bizarrest urge to laugh climbing up his throat.
“Your best.” Sakura quipped. Sasuke rolled his eyes at her, moving his hand experimentally. She shifted her hips to match in motions too small to actually see and it was fascinating, feeling her butt up against his fingers.
“No, but seriously– mmmh, more like that–” She rolled her hips and the end of it slid against his palm, hot and damp through the layers.
“Like this?” He folded his hand, gave her something to thrust against.
“Yes. But, I’m saying– you’re going to want to touch him eventually, right?”
“Are you trying to imply you’re practice?” His voice rose and he accidentally squeezed his hand, which made her hiss. “Sorry.”
“Well, I mean. The boy does have a dick sometimes.”
“And the girl does have a cunt sometimes, and sometimes he doesn’t change his body at all. What’s your point?” He pet her gently in apology, slowly working back into a rhythm that she could thrust up into, lazilly rocking her hips. It felt better than it had any right to, as if his hand had a direct connection to his crotch.
“It doesn’t have to be some, mmmh, soul-shattering experience, is all I meant.” She sighed and tilted her head back, closing her eyes.
Something strange washed over him at the show of trust.
“Should I–?” Sasuke let his fingertips trail a little lower.
“Hmm? Oh, with your other hand, if you want. Sure.” She shifted a little and Sasuke moved to half-kneel on the couch, her feet sliding under him. He reached out until he could be more discerning of her bulge, rubbing the defined ridge of her cock in one hand and cupping the rest with the other.
“That can’t be comfortable.” He said, falling into the easy camaraderie they’d never really left. Sakura rose to her elbows and eased out of her flak vest, throwing it onto the empty floor, Sasuke shifting on his knees and moving to compensate.
She looked down afterward and her eyes lit up with heat and other things, running a hand possessively into his hair. He shifted until his arms were holding him up and he was half-laying on her legs.
It was not an unfamiliar position, excepting the hand in his hair, and it put the hot reality of her hard-on more or less right in his face. Her fingers stroked a bit on the back of his head and it grounded him right down to his core, settling some of the new bits that had been remade over the last twenty-four hours.
“Tempted?” She asked, more curious than anything, and Sasuke hummed, thinking about it.
“Yeah.” It wasn’t hard. Well, it was but the question wasn’t. Sasuke had never been more tempted in his life, probably. He looked up once for some semblance of permission, as if Sakura couldn’t punt him through the ceiling by twitching her hips with more pugnacious than prurient intent, and found only burning leaves awaiting him.
He took a deep breath and lowered his head, Sakura’s hand shifting to cup the back of it as he went. He shuddered all over and rubbed his cheek against the mound of her clothed cock, able to feel and smell how hard she was.
“Fuck, you look good like this.” She breathed, pupils blown wide when Sasuke glanced up again without moving. The feel of her cock was a revelation when it probably shouldn’t be.
“Learning things about yourself?” She asked, panting a bit.
“Unfortunately.” Sasuke shifted his shoulders, got more comfortable, and mouthed at the line of her shaft. He knew how he looked, even if he didn’t care most of the time. Moving so that she could watch his face and he could look up at her while he kissed her cock wasn’t difficult and it jerked under his mouth.
“Oh, fuck.” Her hand tightened briefly in his hair and Sasuke couldn’t help the smug grin.
“I take requests, apparently.” he nuzzled up and down, teasing purposefully.
“I’ve created a monster. Ugh, you’re so pretty, how is this even fair?” Sakura lamented, laughing a little as she rocked into it, gently fucking against his mouth. “Do you want to suck me for real?”
“I don’t know.” Heat shuddered through him at the thought. “Let’s find out.”
Sakura slipped her other hand down until both were wrapped in his hair. When he looked up at her she shivered. It was probably the position, the power trip, and in no small part his ‘pretty face’.
“Lazy.” He complained, moving on his elbows to free his hands a little.
“I mean, you’re already there.” She giggled as he undid her pants and eased them down. He knew what Sakura wore under her uniform as much as he knew his own choices and yet his heart still thumped hard to see it, her nether everything wrapped in pink silk.
“Such a girl.” He half-complained and she pulled his hair in warning. Rather than deter him at all it pulled a moan from his throat and he jerked his eyes up in wild-eyed surprise.
“Okay, so, learning lots of things about yourself. Got it.” She bent her head back and laughed, bold and breathless, and Sasuke nipped her hip in retaliation.
They hadn’t done this before but they had been this close and this playful, Team Seven spending countless golden afternoons goofing around. It seemed like Sasuke had mellowed out more with every year that passed. At some point it had just stopped being worth it to be pissed off all the time and the standoffishness had felt more and more like an act, until he noticed it took genuine effort to be so pissy.
Around those two, at least.
He spent a little time exploring familiar skin in a new context, kissing along hips and thighs and the edge of her pink panties until she pulled his hair again and he was pulled off her, panting.
“Wow, you really like that, huh? Noted.” She eased off his roots and little tingles ached through his scalp. “Come on, Uchiha, suck me.”
“Yes, ma’am.” She tugged the barest bit in revenge and he squeezed his thighs together, biting his lip, but got to work.
He’d discovered in his two-week long stint of living alone that foreplay was a friend and got him closer than going without. Whether or not that applied to cocks was up in the air.
Sakura didn’t protest when he left her panties in place and started mouthing at her through the fabric, though. Her legs fell open a little as she sighed, hands transitioning to pet his hair in encouragement, cup his neck and move him a little.
“Fair warning. If you suck my balls I’m coming all over your face.”
“Noted.” He slurred into the rapidly soaking fabric. She groaned again as he sucked along the shaft, now more clearly defined, and flicked his tongue against the head. She tasted incredible, like sweat and clean skin through the slick material, and Sasuke could already see him doing this for the rest of his life.
He thought of Naruto being here, of Naruto’s cock in his hand, and groaned out loud.
“Ooh, that was a good thought. Share with the class?” Sakura’s voice was scratchy with arousal and Sasuke shook his head, grinding a bit against the couch.
“Stingy.” She accused. “But, oh, I guess I can forgive you this once.”
He looked up at her and she watched him for a minute before squeezing her eyes closed, red-faced.
“I’m never going to win an argument with you ever again.” She said under her breath. “I can see it now. You don’t need this kind of power.”
“What, this?” He boldly pressed one forearm across her hips, shifting weight to accomplish it, so he could hold her in place and kiss up and down her cock.
“Oh my god.” Sakura moaned, amused and dismayed. “You’re too powerful. Nobody needed this.”
He looked up at her through his lashes, lips closed around the head of her penis, and let his eyes swirl, thought hard about what he was doing to send more blood flushing to his cheeks.
Pre-come spurted against the fabric of her panties, a little pulse of warmth and renewed taste, as her hips bucked.
He pulled back and looked at her crotch, then her face again, which she pulled one hand away to cover and groan.
“Okay, so you liked that one.”
“I hate you. This was a terrible idea.” Her voice was muffled by the hand and Sasuke laughed a little, soft and terribly amused. She peaked at him around her fingers because it was rare that he felt this expression on his face, much less around other people.
“You love me.” He corrected with a smirk. “You want to eat my pussy until I can’t walk and finger me and– all that other–” He broke off into a gasp as her cock jumped in his hand, her thigh muscles clenching and unclenching hard.
Sasuke could relate. His pussy, remembering all the attention it had received of late, also kept clenching in hopes of something good coming its way.
You’re on the menu, chill out, he thought uncharitably, and received only dull, empty craving in response, pulsing in time to his heartbeat.
“I want to do things with you that you haven’t even thought of.” Sakura murmured, moving her hand to look at him again, cheeks pink. “I wish Naruto was here so he could help.”
Sasuke groaned, low and loud.
“Me too.” He admitted, as though he hadn’t been lowkey avoiding their other teammate all day as the reality of their situation settled. It felt strange and new to be able to touch like this, to go from their already-intimate body confidence with each other into touches of this type, too.
It was their last boundary with each other and Sasuke more than half-felt he was one wrong move away from living in their skin, they were already so close. Laying down and making out for fun was one thing and then Sakura would get keyed up and call for a stop– either to calm down or seek out Ino to finish what they started. Usually with a lot of eye-rolls that she was getting that bothered by simple make-outs.
Naruto was happy to kiss and kiss and kiss for eons and they’d never run into his limit, there. Sasuke could lay in bed with both of them for days and never get tired of the simple skin contact. They’d seen Naruto and Sakura jerk off, had woken up tangled together, but that inherent notion of privacy to handle such matters alone had been washed away, the line in the sand etched out, and Sasuke had no idea what to do with it if there were no lines between them, now.
“Suck cock, apparently.” He said to himself, hovering on that precipice.
“Don’t let me stop you.” Sakura encouraged, brushing his bangs back from his forehead. He leaned his weight forward again and tugged down her panties, carefully easing them over the wet, sensitive head of her cock and over both balls one at a time, until it was tucked under.
He’d undressed both of them before, but neither had sported more than a cursory chub at the experience. Usually it was in field conditions or when one of them was too lazy to undress for the bath, flopped across their big bed with all the whining.
“Nothing you haven’t seen before, right?” Sakura asked, inviting him in on the joke. He made eye contact again and watched it shiver through her.
“Oh come on, I can’t be that good looking.” He was a little baffled by it. He’d certainly never put effort into his appearance in that way.
“The truly insulting thing is that I know you’re serious and not fishing for compliments.” She complained, petting his hair. She looked down again and he tried to imagine what she saw– red eyes and flushed cheeks, a sharp jaw and dark lashes.
None of the golden beauty of Naruto; not even Sakura’s unlikely combination of sea-glass green eyes and pink hair. His face was entirely plain by comparison, lacking even freckles for variety, and it was more or less the same as every dark-haired, dark-eyed citizen of Fire Country.
“Go down on Ino and she’ll give you a soliloquy.” Sakura offered. “I’m enured to your face, I’m around you too much.”
“But not immune.” Sasuke pointed out, parting his lips to press against the side of her cock. Her breath hitched audibly.
“But not immune.” She agreed. “Which is frankly ridiculous because I am so, so gay. Women.”
She sounded a little desperate.
“Can’t relate.” Sasuke bent his head to nuzzle her balls a little and she went boneless.
“I’m really gay but so is Ino and she’s in love with her team, too.”
“Seems like an occupational hazard.” Sasuke agreed.
Sakura snickered. When he looked up, with only his eyes since he had no intention of moving from the intense warmth and smell of her, she shrugged.
“It’s just– I’m the gayest lady you know but I’m also your first cock. Anything’s possible.”
Sasuke snorted into her thigh, agreeing. He shifted a little, trying to be subtle about it. Sakura was just as much shinobi as he was, though, and clocked the movement instantly.
“Oh, is someone getting all hot and bothered?” She curled nails through his hair and he shivered. “God I can’t believe you’ve never sucked cock before. You’re pretty much made for it.”
Sasuke looked up at her in less a glare and more an accusation, letting desire burn sharingan-red. Her breath caught.
“You and Naruto were the only ones I’d ever even… and we just didn’t.” He tried and failed to keep his eyes away from the bits in front of him. He hadn’t really interacted with any of this in person before and he found his eyes catching in a strange blend of envy, curiosity and want.
His mouth was watering.
“Yet. We hadn’t yet. There’s a whole wide world of team sex in front of us and we’ve got time.” Sakura relaxed into the couch and coaxed his head closer. “Come on, Uchiha, suck my cock already.”
He didn’t dignify that with a response. He also realized she’d already asked twice and he wouldn’t make her ask a third time. Sasuke bent his head and laved the tip into his mouth.
It turned out to involve less sucking, at least at first, and Sasuke quickly got in over his head. He eased back, breathing, and before she could get a word out sank back down, closing his lips around the shaft and hollowing his cheeks.
“Oh c’mon, fuck.”
Sasuke hummed, working up and down. It was perfect. His mouth was so full. The taste, the smell– the flex of her thighs under his hands. Sasuke experimented with all the ways to have a cock in his mouth as Sakura fell apart above him.
“You are not supposed to be good at this right away.” She gasped through laughter, rocking her hips up into it. He swirled his tounge around the crown in reward. “Oh, nice. Naruto is going to lose his mind when you do this to him.”
Sasuke’s lips parted around a moan, vibrating the cock in his mouth, and Sakura gave a quick little thrust that almost choked him. He closed his eyes to properly appreciate that and thought, deliriously, of one or both of them fucking his face.
He forced his throat to relax and bobbed his head, taking more and more each time, until soft sounds were falling from her and she tugged absently on his hair as a counterpoint to every thrust.
It made the entire experience a give and a take; everything was wet pressure and curling fire along his spine. He shivered and moaned his way to her orgasm and by the time she came in his mouth with a pleased little hum, he was soaked and aching himself.
He pulled off and panted against her thigh; she stroked his hair through it. He was rapidly becoming addicted to her hands there. She scratched a little at the nape of his neck and Sasuke keened, clit throbbing.
“Oh, honey.” Sakura laughed, a touch meanly, and the next thing Sasuke knew he was being moved and delivered onto his back on the couch, their positions abruptly mirrored.
“Oh, fuck.” He grinned, delighted and out of breath, and she grinned back just as feral. Anticipation zinged up his legs and in his stomach before she even got his pants off.
“Time for me to return the favor.” She promised, eager and threatening at once. Sasuke took a deep breath and it still wasn’t enough to prepare himself. He wasn’t used to having much in common with Yamanaka Ino, but today was a day for a lot of new things.
It was very Yamanaka of him to experience his soul leaving his body, and very Ino to have the cause be Sakura’s head between his legs. He might have found more to think about, but then Sakura picked him up by the thighs like he weighed less than nothing– to get better leverage as she ate his pussy like a reigning queen- and Sasuke quickly lost all other train of thought.
