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If you’d told Naruto Uzumaki at twelve years old—loud, brash, reeking of ramen broth and desperation—that he’d grow up obsessed with Sasuke Uchiha, he’d have doubled over laughing. Maybe punched you in the arm, maybe shouted, “Tch, as if! That bastard?!” with too much conviction for it to sound real. Back then, love was abstract, the kind of thing he envied in other people but never imagined for himself. Sasuke was just a rival. Just a thorn in his side, a shadow he couldn’t stop chasing.
But Naruto was thirty-three now. Hokage. Husband. Addict. And he couldn’t deny it anymore that Sasuke wasn’t just in his blood, he was his blood. Obsession sounded too small for what it felt like.
The mornings were the worst. Naruto would wake with his throat dry, his body slick with sweat, and Sasuke still sprawled beside him like the universe had gifted him a private sin to worship. The sheets were tangled at Sasuke’s hips, showing the sharp line of his waist, the faint scars along his abdomen that Naruto had traced with his tongue more times than he could count. It was obscene, how just looking at him made Naruto ache, hard and restless like he hadn’t just spent half the night buried inside him.
He rolled closer, his breath warm against Sasuke’s bare shoulder, and couldn’t resist pressing his nose into that pale skin. Sasuke smelled like cedar smoke and cold air, like years spent wandering but somehow always coming home to him. Naruto groaned under his breath, half-crazed at how something as simple as scent could undo him.
Back then, when he was twelve, he never would’ve imagined himself here—thirty-three, Hokage, and still needing Sasuke like a starving man needs food. Back then, love was supposed to be tender, soft, gentle. What Naruto and Sasuke had was nothing like that. It was filthy. Consuming. It wasn’t flowers and sunshine; it was teeth on skin, nails dragging down backs, bruises in places no one else could see.
Naruto’s lips brushed Sasuke’s ear, a whisper he wasn’t even sure was meant to be heard. “Mine.”
Sasuke stirred faintly, his lashes lifting, dark eyes meeting Naruto’s. There was always that look—equal parts exasperation and indulgence, like he’d long accepted that his idiot husband would never change. His voice was rough from sleep, low enough to make Naruto’s cock twitch. “You’re staring again.”
“’Cause I can’t stop,” Naruto admitted shamelessly, fingers already moving to Sasuke’s hip, tracing the jut of bone. “You’re too damn hot. Even when you’re brooding in your sleep.”
“I don’t brood.” Sasuke’s glare was weak, softened by the faintest curve of his mouth. He knew. He always knew how much Naruto needed him, how obsessed he was, and he let him drown in it. Maybe he liked it. Maybe he got off on being worshipped like this.
Naruto shifted, mouth sliding down Sasuke’s throat, licking at the pulse there. “Liar. You drool. You groan. You—fuck, Sasuke—you make me lose my mind.”
It wasn’t supposed to be like this, Naruto thought, groaning as he pressed his body against Sasuke’s, already grinding shamelessly against his thigh. But he didn’t care anymore. Let the past version of himself laugh. Let the twelve-year-old Naruto deny it. The man he was now didn’t just love Sasuke. He was ruined for him.
And Sasuke, his bastard husband, looked back at him with heavy-lidded eyes, tilting his head just enough to give Naruto better access to his throat, as if to say prove it.
Naruto kissed Sasuke like a starving man. Like he hadn’t tasted him in weeks, even though his lips had been there just hours ago. His whole body leaned into it—rough, greedy, desperate. His hand cupped Sasuke’s jaw like it was something fragile, like somehow the world’s sharpest blade was the one thing that might break if he didn’t hold it right. The kiss was a confession, a plea, and an oath all at once.
Naruto was obsessed, and he didn’t care who knew it. It wasn’t just lust, though there was plenty of that, thick and constant like a fever he could never sweat out. It was deeper, darker. A craving that went down to bone and marrow. He had fought gods, torn through hell itself, and yet nothing had ever devoured him like Sasuke did.
Sasuke didn’t move at first. He let Naruto drown against his lips, let him kiss like a man clawing at salvation, and then, only then, did Sasuke tilt his head, deepen the kiss, bite just enough to make Naruto’s breath hitch. His hand slid lazily along Naruto’s neck, fingers resting at the pulse that beat too fast, too wild.
Naruto pulled back just an inch, panting, his blue eyes burning with raw hunger. His voice cracked like he hadn’t spoken in days. “I can’t get enough of you. I’ll never get enough of you.”
Sasuke smirked, that insufferable Uchiha smugness curling at his lips. He tilted his head just slightly, like he was examining prey. “I know.”
That one sentence, it was a knife and a caress both. Sasuke said it like it was a fact of the universe, like gravity or death. He knew Naruto would always come crawling back, no matter what. And Naruto, fool that he was, didn’t deny it. Couldn’t.
“I don’t need anyone else’s touch,” Naruto said, fierce, almost trembling with it. “I never did. I’ll never want it. Just you. Always you. Only you.” His hands tightened on Sasuke’s shoulders, like he was afraid the man might vanish into smoke if he let go. “I’m yours. Always have been. Always will be.”
Sasuke’s eyes glinted, the kind of dark satisfaction that made Naruto’s stomach twist in knots. The bastard took pride in this. In having the Seventh Hokage, the strongest shinobi alive, hopelessly addicted to him. Wrapped around his little finger. And he teased him for it, cruel and soft all at once.
“You chased me for years,” Sasuke murmured, voice silk over steel, lips brushing Naruto’s ear. “You bled for me. Burned for me. Fought the whole damn world just to keep me.” His teeth grazed Naruto’s earlobe, making him shiver. “And here you are, still begging for me like a fool.”
Naruto groaned, half in frustration, half in devotion. “Because I love you. Because I’ll always love you, no matter what.” He kissed Sasuke again, harder, desperate to prove it. “I’d do it all over again. Every scar, every fight, every damn second chasing after you—it was worth it. You’re worth it.”
Sasuke chuckled, low and smug, his hand sliding down Naruto’s chest, fingers splaying over the frantic beat of his heart. “Pathetic. The strongest shinobi alive… undone by me.” His smirk widened, cruelly beautiful. “I should take more pride in it.”
“You already do,” Naruto muttered against his mouth, because he knew him too well.
And Sasuke’s silence, the slight curve of his lips, the way he pulled Naruto down into another kiss—it said everything Naruto already knew.
They belonged to each other. In every filthy, selfish, consuming way possible.
Naruto’s lips were already swollen from kissing him, but he didn’t care. He kissed Sasuke again, slow at first, then greedy, mouth moving like he could crawl inside and live off the taste of him alone. Every brush of lips, every drag of tongue was proof of it—he could never get enough of this man. Not his body, not his voice, not even the arrogant curve of his smirk. Everything Sasuke was, Naruto wanted.
When he broke from Sasuke’s mouth, he only went lower, pressing kisses to his jaw, his throat, lingering there to suck bruises that would bloom purple against pale skin. His teeth grazed the tendon at Sasuke’s neck, and he smiled against it, proud to leave marks no one else would dare. Sasuke’s fingers flexed in his hair, tugging once, not to stop him but to remind him who he belonged to.
Naruto kissed down further, over the smooth line of his collarbone, over his chest, his tongue dragging against a scar that cut across pale skin. His hands spread over Sasuke’s ribs, grounding himself with the sharpness of his body as if it might slip away if he didn’t hold tight enough.
Sasuke laid back on the sheets, not resisting, just watching. His dark eyes were hooded, smug, enjoying the sight of Naruto on his knees, bowing lower with every kiss. Naruto’s mouth moved down Sasuke’s stomach, wet lips trailing heat over skin, each kiss slower than the last.
And even then, Naruto kept looking up. Blue eyes locked on black, burning with devotion, with hunger, with obsession that almost made Sasuke’s smirk falter. Naruto wanted him to see it, to know exactly how far gone he was.
By the time Naruto reached him, he paused. His breath was hot against Sasuke’s skin, lips hovering but not touching, reverent in the worst, most sinful way. His hands held Sasuke’s hips down, fingers digging like he was afraid he’d lose his anchor.
Sasuke raised an eyebrow, smugness dripping from every line of him. His voice was low, commanding, every syllable cruel in its control. “What are you waiting for?” His lips curved, sharp as a blade. “Use your mouth.”
Naruto shuddered like the words alone undid him. His breath caught, and then he obeyed. No hesitation, no shame. He opened his mouth and gave Sasuke exactly what he demanded, sinking down with devotion that bordered on worship. His eyes never left Sasuke’s, blue burning into black, like he was proving a vow with every movement.
And Sasuke being bastard that he was, laid back with a smirk carved into his face, taking in the sight of the strongest shinobi alive brought to his knees, desperate to please him. His fingers threaded lazily into blond hair, tugging when he felt like it, guiding only when Naruto slowed, controlling even in his silence.
Because this was what Naruto craved: to be ruined by Sasuke, to be consumed until nothing of him was left. And Sasuke, prideful, smug, took pleasure in every second of having him there.
Naruto didn’t think of himself as greedy except when it came to Sasuke. Then there was no such thing as enough. He devoured him, slow at first, like he wanted to savor the weight of Sasuke’s prideful stare. But greed always won. His mouth worked harder, wetter, sloppier, until the obscene sounds filled the room like music only he would ever worship.
Sasuke leaned back on his elbows, head tilting just enough to look down at the mess Naruto was making of himself. His smirk deepened, sharp and satisfied. He knew exactly what this was. Naruto Uzumaki, Seventh Hokage, savior of the world, reduced to nothing more than a trembling worshiper at the altar of his body. And Sasuke loved it. He reveled in it.
“Pathetic,” Sasuke murmured, tugging at blond hair when Naruto slowed only to tease. “You’d do anything I told you.”
Naruto’s eyes flicked up, desperate and honest, his mouth still full. His muffled groan was answer enough. He would. He always had. He had chased Sasuke across continents, across years, across hell itself, and even now—married, bound, consumed—he would still do anything for him.
Sasuke’s hand tightened in his hair, forcing him to take more, deeper, rougher. Naruto gagged, but instead of pulling back, he groaned again, eyes wet, face flushed with the effort. His hands clutched at Sasuke’s thighs, anchoring himself, needing more of him, always more.
“That’s it,” Sasuke whispered, almost tender in the cruelty of it. “Prove it. Show me how much you need me.”
Naruto obeyed. He always obeyed when it came to Sasuke. His whole body shivered, a mix of strain and bliss, but he didn’t stop. His obsession was raw, filthy, burning in every drag of his lips, every hollow of his cheeks.
Sasuke’s chest rose and fell heavier now, but the smugness didn’t leave his face. He liked this too much. He liked having the world’s strongest shinobi undone by his command, addicted beyond reason. His voice cut through Naruto’s haze, taunting, cruel in its softness.
“Look at you,” Sasuke drawled, his thumb brushing over a tear sliding from the corner of Naruto’s eye. “You’d let me use you forever, wouldn’t you?”
Naruto moaned around his cock, blue eyes locked up at Sasuke’s face like it was a vow. And when Sasuke’s smirk twitched into something darker, hungrier, Naruto knew he’d keep going until he broke, because he wanted to break if it was for Sasuke.
He wanted to take good care of him. Not just because Sasuke demanded it, not just because Sasuke was smug enough to expect it. It was because Naruto needed to. Pleasing Sasuke had become his obsession, his instinct, the one thing that felt more natural than breathing. So, he did his best. He always did.
His cheeks hollowed as he worked, pulling Sasuke's cock deeper, tighter, wet sounds filling the room. He had gotten too good at this over the years, and Sasuke knew it. Knew that Naruto had trained himself—no, conditioned himself—to take him perfectly. The first time they had ever tried this, years ago, they’d both discovered something dangerous: Naruto had no gag reflex. None. His throat accepted Sasuke's cock like it had been made for him.
That knowledge had changed everything.
Sasuke had been shocked, then smug, then downright ruthless. Naruto remembered the way his smirk had grown when he realized just how far he could go, how much Naruto could take. From then on, Sasuke never held back. And Naruto? He hadn’t wanted him to.
Now, Sasuke watched with that same smug fire in his eyes, sitting back as Naruto swallowed him whole, lips stretched obscenely around his cock. Naruto looked up, eyes glassy, throat working, and Sasuke’s hand threaded deeper into blond hair, guiding him with an almost lazy control.
“You’re too good at this,” Sasuke drawled, his voice low, roughened by the sight in front of him. “Like you were born for it.”
Naruto moaned around his dick, the vibrations making Sasuke’s jaw tighten. He liked it. He loved it. Every second of this—being used, being claimed, being everything Sasuke wanted him to be—Naruto craved it. He let Sasuke use his mouth however he wanted, let him push as deep as he pleased, let him tug his hair and command his pace.
And he loved it. Absolutely loved it.
His own body trembled with arousal, untouched but desperate, but he didn’t care. This was about Sasuke. It was always about Sasuke. The taste, the weight, the control—Naruto wanted it burned into him forever.
Sasuke groaned, tilting his head back, eyes slipping closed for a moment. He was prideful, yes, but Naruto knew him well enough to recognize the break in his composure. That quiet groan was Sasuke admitting, in his own way, that Naruto was everything he wanted.
Naruto swallowed him down again, deeper this time, eyes never leaving Sasuke’s face. Because this wasn’t just about sex. This was devotion, raw and filthy, and Naruto wanted Sasuke to see it, to know it, to own it.
And Sasuke did. He smirked down at him, cruel and proud, tugging Naruto’s head back just enough to make him choke, then forcing him down again. “That’s it,” he murmured, breath uneven but still in control. “Take it all, dobe. You always do.”
Naruto’s answering moan was almost a sob, and he obeyed without hesitation.
Sasuke’s patience was thin to begin with, and Naruto’s devotion only pushed him further toward cruelty disguised as pleasure. His smirk deepened, pride gleaming in those black eyes as he tightened his grip in Naruto’s blond hair.
“Enough,” Sasuke said, voice low, commanding.
Naruto barely had time to suck in a shaky breath before Sasuke took over. He pulled his hips back and then shoved forward again, burying himself down Naruto’s throat with a force that made the blond choke, saliva spilling down his chin. Naruto groaned, muffled and raw, but didn’t resist. He never resisted Sasuke. If anything, he leaned into it, braced himself, eyes fluttering shut for a moment before forcing them back open so he could keep looking up at him.
That blue stare... it was adoration and madness all at once. A look that screamed I belong to you. I’ll let you break me.
Sasuke’s rhythm was merciless, sharp thrusts that had Naruto gagging if not for that damned lack of reflex. It had been a discovery years ago, but even now it gave Sasuke a kind of sadistic satisfaction—watching his idiot husband take him to the root with no resistance, throat stretched, mouth ruined, gasping only when Sasuke allowed it.
“Pathetic,” Sasuke hissed, though his breath hitched as his pace grew rougher. “You’d let me fuck your throat forever, wouldn’t you?”
Naruto made a strangled sound that was half a moan, half a hum of agreement, and Sasuke groaned at the vibration. His hand pressed firmer against the back of Naruto’s head, forcing him to take every inch, using him like he was nothing more than a toy made for him alone.
Spit dripped from the corners of Naruto’s mouth, his cheeks flushed, his lashes wet. He was a mess. His own body was trembling with arousal from the sheer force of Sasuke’s control. But his eyes… those bright, desperate eyes never wavered. They said everything his mouth couldn’t. I love this. I love you. Don’t stop.
Sasuke tilted his head back slightly, groaning, but he never let his smirk fall. Pride curled in his chest, hot and intoxicating. He had the Hokage—Naruto Uzumaki, strongest shinobi in the world—on his knees, wrecked and willing, begging silently for more. Wrapped so tightly around his fingers that it was laughable.
“Look at you,” Sasuke panted, driving in harder, his voice turning rough. “You’d let me do anything, wouldn’t you?”
Naruto’s throat worked around his cock, a moan vibrating deep, and Sasuke yanked his head back just far enough for Naruto to gasp a ragged, needy, “Yes.” His lips were red, swollen, spit-slick, his voice hoarse from use. “Anything. Always.”
And Sasuke, prideful and cruel, shoved him back down without hesitation.
Because he could. Because Naruto wanted him to. Because this was what they were: obsession and pride, devotion and cruelty, bound together in something no one else would ever understand.
Sasuke didn’t slow down. He couldn’t. Not when Naruto looked like that on his knees, spit dripping from his chin, eyes glazed and desperate, every line of his body screaming devotion. He pushed harder, deeper, his rhythm rough enough to make the headboard thud faintly against the wall. Naruto took it all, throat stretching, no gagging, no hesitation. Just blind, filthy worship.
Naruto’s hands clutched Sasuke’s thighs like he was holding on for dear life, knuckles white, but he didn’t pull back. He leaned into every thrust, offering himself up completely, eyes locked on Sasuke’s with that fever-bright adoration. He wasn’t just taking it. He was revering it.
And Sasuke… gods, Sasuke reveled in it. His breath hitched, his smirk faltered into something darker, hungrier. Pride swelled in his chest, fierce and cruel. He had Naruto Uzumaki, the Hokage, the strongest shinobi alive, wrecked on his knees, gagless throat swallowing him down like it was nothing. Like it was what he was born to do.
“You love this,” Sasuke rasped, voice uneven, almost a growl. His fingers tightened in blond hair, controlling every brutal thrust. “You love letting me use you.”
Naruto moaned around his thick shaft, wet and obscene, his blue eyes burning with devotion. He nodded as best he could, never breaking eye contact.
“That’s right,” Sasuke hissed, hips snapping forward, pace sharp and punishing. “You worship me. You’re mine.”
Naruto’s whole body shuddered at that, his nails digging into Sasuke’s skin, and he moaned again, throat vibrating around his erection. The sound alone nearly undid Sasuke.
It didn’t take long. The control slipped, his rhythm faltered into something harsher, deeper, his breath ragged. Sasuke’s eyes narrowed, lips curling into a smirk even as his composure broke. “Swallow it all, dobe.”
And Naruto did. He took it full, his throat working as Sasuke groaned, spilling deep. He swallowed like it was nothing, like it was worship, like it was the most natural thing in the world. Not a drop escaped him. He made sure of it, sucking greedily until Sasuke twitched from overstimulation.
When Sasuke finally pulled back, slick and breathless, Naruto’s mouth was red, spit-smeared, ruined. And still, he looked up at Sasuke with wide, hungry eyes. Blue fire. Pure devotion.
He licked his lips, slow and obscene, and rasped out, “Perfect. You’re perfect, Sasuke. Always.”
Sasuke leaned back against the pillows, chest heaving, and the smirk returned, sharp as ever. He reached down, thumb dragging across Naruto’s wet mouth, tugging at his lip. “You’re pathetic,” he said, but his tone was warm with satisfaction. “And you’re mine.”
Naruto kissed his thumb, eyes closing like it was sacred. “Always.”
The End.