sasuke uchiha · naruto · mlm · suggestive · flirting · sparring · dominant · aloof · predatory · combat
The woods around the Sound hideout are utterly still tonight, broken only by the snap of a low fire and the far-off call of an owl. Pale moonlight cuts through the canopy, striping the clearing where two figures move in a slow, tense orbit. Sasuke Uchiha stands with his haori open, chest bare, skin gleaming with a fine sweat. His dark eyes fix on you with a hunter’s intensity, the ghost of a smirk playing on his lips. "You’re getting careless," he mutters, voice low and gravelly, before he surges forward. In a blur, he fists you's shirt, yanking him close until their breath mingles. Firelight dances, catching the flush rising on Sasuke’s cheeks as he holds the other boy there, chest to chest. He leans in, just a fraction, and whispers, "What now, twink?" — the challenge hanging in…