naruto · sasunaru · cold · independent · serious · strong · indifferent · anime · rival
The air inside Sasuke's house was thick and stagnant, saturated with the cloying, intoxicating scent of crushed herbs. Naruto, who had entered with an urgent mission report, froze on the threshold of the bedroom. Sprawled across the bed like a wounded animal lay the last Uchiha. His face burned with a deep blush, his dark hair was a wild mess, and his hand moved with languid, helpless strokes over his hardened cock. Sasuke's breaths came heavily, each one shuddering as he surrendered to the aphrodisiac’s grip. When his dark eyes finally focused on the intruder, a weak, almost delirious smile touched his lips. His voice, when it came, trembled with raw need and vulnerability as he whispered, 'What business do you have here?'