( Yuri slots the last of the sudsy plates into the drying rack before giving his hands a final rinse. Dinner had been a pleasant affair — the older kids had insisted on trying their hands at whipping up the evening meal — and Sasuke had arrived just in time to sample their twist on some kind of spaghetti and meatballs dish. He hadn't texted ahead (he rarely does) which made it a very welcome surprise, and )
Well?
( He wipes his hands dry on a tea-towel, which he then tosses onto the counter to be taken for laundering. They've had the kitchen to themselves for a good while — Yuri offered to do the dishes only to encourage the kids to leave them to it — and it had been worth it just to coax Sasuke into a little conversation.
Ah, he's a strange one. )
They did a good job with dinner, right?
( An amused smirk touches his lips as he turns to lean back against the sink, one hand curling against the counter while the other rubs at the swell of his belly. It's been five or so months since Yuri found out he was somehow, impossibly, pregnant, but only three since he decided to tell Sasuke that he was going to be a father again. Fortunately, it hasn't done a great deal to change the nature of their companionship: they eat, they fuck, they assist one another where they can — and now Sasuke sometimes brings Yuri whatever he's craving at the time.
It might seem an unusual arrangement to an outsider, but all that matters is that it works for them.
Tonight, Yuri is particularly interested in the fuck part of their agreement. He'd been terribly sick in the beginning, which has somehow evolved into a sexual appetite that he's finding difficult to sate, and he lets his lashes fan lower as he tilts his head just enough to invite him closer. )
[ He wasn't completely unaffected by this information.
For the most part, Sasuke's inner world is smoothed over by a flat affect. It's rare for open emotion to filter into his expression if it isn't annoyed, frustrated, exasperated. But when Yuri had spelled it out for him, the shock was naked, stripping his walls down to something raw. In his understanding of the world, childbearing required certain requirements to be met, ones which Yuri had not previously. If he had, Sasuke thinks he would have been much more vigilant to what they were doing, regardless of how electric things have become between them.
In some respects, it's almost like a second chance; something he tries very hard not to dwell on. Sasuke hadn't been there for nearly all the important beats of Sarada's young life. A good portion of that had been fear, even his pride will allow him to acknowledge that now. The burden of carrying that name and everything that came with it. This place — it took a lot of that away.
Now watching Yuri lean back against the counter and smooth one hand over the rounded swell of his belly is singularly affecting. The struggle over the ramifications have waned, the reality that Yuri intends to keep it one he's come to accept. Yuri's expression shifts into something heavy and coaxing and a throb of unadulterated desire thrums through his body. It continues to surprise him. Surprises him even further that the more obvious his pregnancy becomes the more intense the feeling is. ]
I have to leave early tomorrow.
[ His tone sounds like a warning, or a scolding; at complete odds with the way he closes in on Yuri like he'd been the one hunting instead of the other man trying to lure him in. ]
( Yuri likes the way Sasuke looks at him now that he's round and glowing with child. It's different to the way he'd soaked up his figure before they knew of his pregnancy: what had already been appreciative has shifted to something more ravenous, laying to rest any fears Yuri might have had about his body growing more unappealing with every passing week. Here, though, with Sasuke closing the already short distance between them, Yuri feels arousal swell deep in his core as he reaches up to touch the other man's jaw. )
Yeah, yeah. What's new?
( He teases, the slender fingers of his free hand moving to curl loosely around Sasuke's wrist. Yuri guides his palm to the side of his belly and splays it there beneath his own, his thumb tracing the line of Sasuke's before easing his hand down to the heavy underside. )
If I don't wake up when you go, just let me sleep, mm? This kid is tiring.
( And that's all he says — all that needs to be said, in his opinion. Yuri leans up to slot their lips together in a kiss that licks into his mouth and hints towards his need. He can't make it too filthy in the kitchen, not where anyone could walk in and catch them in a private moment, but the slick heat of his mouth against Sasuke's should indicate that he doesn't want to wait. )
[ He doesn't always leave early, in part because while Sasuke has historically been forced to be an early riser he doesn't actually enjoy it. Mornings find him even more abrasive than he usually would be, temper generally short until he wakes up properly, and if given the choice he would rather sleep in. The extremely light sleeping pattern he'd inherited in his teenage years have persisted, too — something, he's surprised to find, that's eased by sex. There have been a handful of times after spending the night with Yuri that he's felt much more well rested.
But thoughts of pragmatically not letting himself get carried away so he doesn't accidentally sleep in scatter when Yuri takes him by the hand and slots it against his belly. Sasuke's heart leaps, excitement charging up his spine, darkening his eyes.
He's saved from responding when Yuri tilts up into his space, and Sasuke automatically bends to meet him. Knowing there are kids, and older parties, wandering around means this really can't escalate in such a public place. More often than not Sasuke is the one to put the breaks on whatever is happening, but that swollen belly nudges against the flat plane of Sasuke's own and it's like a flint catching on gasoline. He takes a half step forward, nudging one foot between Yuri's own, palm sliding around his waist until he reaches passed his body to brace on the counter, trapping him against it.
Hunger catches him off guard as he takes control of the kiss, tongue sliding into wet heat, tasting the vestiges of that fruity dessert from before. ]
( Sasuke's tongue slides in against his and Yuri positively melts against the counter. One hand moves around to clutch at the material sitting at the base of the other man's back; he needs something to hold on to when he's feeling like he wants to be swept up into the kiss and never look back. )
Mmh— wait, Sunshine ...
( Yuri's breathless chuckle rolls warm against Sasuke's mouth, and he strokes his palm down to squeeze at a handful of his ass. Goddess, he's always found him attractive, but this insatiable need is becoming impossible to manage, and Yuri can't help but tilt his hips up against him as he gently sucks at his lower lip. )
Upstairs, yeah?
( Another kiss, no less searing than the first. A soft moan loses itself between them as their lips slip against one another, pushing a sweet-hot throb of want into the warming curl of his dick. This time when he tears himself away it's to find Sasuke's hand with his own: )
C'mon. I want you undressed, right now.
( And attempt to shift him just enough that he can pull him towards the stairs. )
[ Intensity pours into almost everything Sasuke sets his focus on, and this is no exception. Yuri literally needs to turn his face to give himself enough space to speak, and Sasuke never really thought he would be that kind of person. Intimacy, sexuality; it was always something that lingered on his periphery with in a consistent state of disinterest. Blaming it on his sapphire is the easiest way to rationalize it. Nothing else in or about him has changed. This... attraction was something he realized long before a baby was ever in the picture.
He doesn't answer as Yuri breathlessly fills the silence, somewhere between goading and coaxing a change of location without actually pushing Sasuke away. Dark lashes fan low, almost closed as his mouth moves against Yuri's cheek, along his jaw, by all appearances ignoring everything he says in favor of chasing the taste of his skin. When he picks up his hips, Sasuke leans heavily back against him. It isn't until Yuri actively wrenches away that Sasuke lets him go, pink-mouthed, allowing himself to be lead to the stairs.
The trip from point a to b is uneventful, thankfully devoid of anyone who might want or need Yuri's attention, but Sasuke still makes a point to lock the door behind him when they cross the threshold of his room.
Once freed from the potential of onlookers, Sasuke catches him around the waist and hauls him close once more. Despite appearances, there's real strength in that single hold; controlling Yuri as he steers him backwards to the bed, stealing him into a kiss that's less seductive now and more searingly pointed. One hand means he has to pick and choose what he does, but Yuri's are free and he has no qualms with letting the other man fulfill the undressing part while he plunders the inside of his mouth. ]
( Yuri would be lying if he claimed that Sasuke's intensity wasn't part of his appeal. Being the singular focus of his attention strokes at a strange, dark something deep within him: it makes him feel attractive — wanted, even — like there's nothing Sasuke wouldn't tear through if his prize was Yuri's body. The lock slides into place behind them and it's all he can do not to pull him in close again — but then Sasuke takes care of that, his arm around his waist as he guides him back to the plush sprawl of his Queen-sized bed.
A whimper melts into the kiss, his hands making quick work of the other man's clothes as he lets him lick into the wet heat of his mouth. Yuri's heart thunders in his throat as he peels away each outer layer, letting them crumple to the floor with haphazard ease where they don't get so much as a second thought. They've done this enough that he's learned where Sasuke's buttons and clasps are most likely to be, which leaves him bared from the waist up in little more than a handful of moments.
Temporarily satisfied, Yuri turns his attention towards his own attire. The kiss is momentarily broken again so that he can pull the wrap of his blouse up over his head; it gets the same treatment as Sasuke's shirt, and is swiftly followed by the dark heap of his leggings. Yuri grins against that plundering mouth before offering his own again — just a gentle brush of lips against lips — as though teasing him into taking what's actually being freely given. )
[ Being undressed at Yuri's hands is no longer the novelty it once was; there's a routine to it, familiarity, when this part of their relationship pushed to the forefront and never backed down. He expects where the other man's hands will go, what it feels like for every layer to be peeled back from his body to expose every scar on his body to ambient air. Sasuke runs warm to begin with, one of the first intimate things Yuri found out about his body, but arousal makes him feel warm to himself, too.
When they part so Yuri can disrobe, it's with a soft, wet sound. Sasuke exhales hotly into the small space between them and only gives him enough space to move, to strip down to nothing.
Losing clothing might be familiar, but Sasuke is continually surprised by the fact that he has the same visceral response to all that bare skin. Yuri seems to wear less lately, fewer layers underneath; he has a suspicion it has to do with the added load he's carrying around. Movement is becoming more difficult as his belly gets heavier, it makes him warmer than he was before. He tilts his face up to entreat Sasuke into another kiss, but he doesn't oblige right away. Lashes hang low over irises as he lets lips rub together, but his gaze drops passed Yuri's face. His hand coasts down naked skin and he watches it go, thumbing one nipple, following the narrow shape of his waist, slowing over the curve of his swollen stomach.
He exhales deeply, as though tenuously holding onto self control, and leans in to slide his tongue back into Yuri's mouth while his hand dips lower to cup his erection, giving it an almost exploratory stroke from the root up. ]
( Sasuke's suspicions are correct. Layers aren't particularly comfortable across his belly, nor has he found a more effective way to control his body temperature than by simply dressing lightly, with a preference for soft tops that cling to his figure as opposed to loose things that bunch and wrinkle. Of course, it means there's no way to disguise the fact that he's on his way to quite heavily pregnant—
But the way Sasuke's breath catches in his throat whenever he looks at his middle suggests that isn't necessarily a bad thing. Yuri has noticed that he seems increasingly preoccupied with his new shape: he's all tight exhales and reverent touches that tend to culminate in dirty-deep kisses. When the slide of his hand moves down Yuri knows he's going to get just that — and Seiros, but Sasuke doesn't disappoint.
When his hand curls around the hot weight of his cock Yuri lifts his own to grip at his shoulders. He's becoming increasingly sensitive to touch as the weight of his belly grows: it's perfectly normal, or so he's heard, but it makes every stroke just shy of too much, whether Sasuke's lips are at his nipples or his hand is on his cock. He's hard already — fully hard, the head of his cock slick and dripping with arousal — and a needy flush touches his cheeks as he rocks into the press of Sasuke's hand.
It's not enough. He has to have more.
One hand slips between them to curve over Sasuke's, guiding him into a tight grip around his cock in the hopes of encouraging a proper pull. Yuri could come like this, he knows he could, just from the pump of the other man's hand, and this time when he grinds forwards it's to rub his belly that bit harder against the flat of Sasuke's own. )
C'mon.
( He breathes between them, his words a damp stroke against Sasuke's lips. )
[ It wouldn't be an unfair assessment to say Yuri had far, far more experience of this nature than Sasuke did. From what of his past has percolated out between them, he understands how much of that flirty nature he'd met in the beginning was as much a survival tactic as anything else. Most of Sasuke's instinct comes from following a sensation, or how good something feels — lacking finesse. What he doesn't have in knowledge, though, he makes up for in being an exceptionally quick learner, so he's been able to track the slow increase of his lover's sensitivity as the months have carried on.
He knows it has more to do with the pregnancy than it does himself, but it strokes his ego anyway. Like here, all they've done is kiss a little and Yuri is fully erect in the cradle of his palm, needily encouraging him to tighten his grip, like he's been wasting away to be touched for days.
Sasuke bows his head enough to keep their mouths close together, the hang of his hair creating a shroud of intimate shadow. Yuri is heavy enough now that if Sasuke glanced down, he wouldn't even be able to see where he tightens his grip around his shaft. ]
Don't fall.
[ His voice is a deep warning when he nudges his foot between Yuri's, encouraging him to brace his knees wider without pushing him back onto the mattress. There's an obscene suggestion in it, having thumbed the slit of his cock, stroking slick along the length of him to making every intentional pull slippery. ]
I can't catch you.
[ A lie. His reflexes are inhumanly fast, and he'd never let Yuri hit the ground. ]
( In a sense, Yuri has been wasting away to be touched for days. While Sasuke isn't the only person he has for sex there is something markedly different about his touch — at times he can't stand the idea of having someone other than him warming the space between his thighs. Again, he recognises this as something that must be linked to the pregnancy, but when Sasuke is preoccupied for days on end and no-one else will do ...
Well. It leads to moments like this, with Yuri wet and aching just to feel his hand against him.
He nods at the instruction, letting his thighs spread a little wider as Sasuke presses between them for a second time. That his lover seems equally interested in staying as close to him as possible is deep, pleasant relief; they way he barely lets their lips part, his insistent closeness, all of it strokes at Yuri's own need to be temporarily cherished.
The heft of his cock jumps against Sasuke's palm as more fluid dribbles from the slit, and Yuri swallows an embarrassing little whimper as he tilts up to take his mouth again. )
Mmh.
( This time it's more of a messy smear than it is an actual kiss. Yuri shivers against him, rocking gently back and forth into the slightly slickened pull of his fist, all the while raising his arms to drape them around Sasuke's neck. There isn't much room for him to thrust — not with his belly as swollen and heavy as it is — but those tiny movements are just enough to help chase the friction he so desperately needs. )
[ Sasuke doesn't just hear that whimper, but feels it like a prickle on the back of his neck, raising the fine hair there. He lets Yuri kiss him for a moment, but breaks them apart before he can really get started, forcing him to only breath into the humid space between them. On the surface it's a tease, but deeper than that is Sasuke's own need to focus — multitasking comes easy to him, but less so like this. Pleasure overrides his senses easily from too many different places; he needs this small sense of control.
But he can't really fuck into Sasuke's palm with that heavy belly. With each micromovement, his round stomach nudges against Sasuke's own, and it turns the shinobi's own breath into something low and tight. It takes more self control than he's willing to admit to pursue this instead of undressing himself and finding his own satisfaction in Yuri's body — something that still startles him with how new that innately sexual feeling is.
Holding fast, he squeezes on the upstroke, pulling on flushed muscle in the way he's come to learn Yuri prefers. The angle, his pregnant belly, prevent Sasuke from twisting his wrist to consistently stimulate the head of his cock, so he makes his movements longer — simulating the effect that Yuri could be fucking into something. Sasuke isn't particularly vocal, so he doesn't encourage Yuri with words — but he does catch his blushing lower lip between his teeth to suck on it with surprising gentleness. ]
( It's hard not to whine when Sasuke pulls their lips apart again. Yuri can't figure out which sensation he's craving the most — the hand on his cock, the slick press of lips against lips — desperate for whatever he doesn't have and eager to get it back. He would have complained about it, too, had Sasuke not chosen that moment to adjust the stroke of his hand, which leaves Yuri panting against his mouth as lilac lashes flutter closed. )
Sasuke—
( His hips are unable to do much more than stutter into his grasp. Yuri moans soft against the other man's mouth when he ducks to suck on his lower lip; he feels suddenly hyper-aware of each point of connection, and the throb between his legs pulses that bit harder as he moves to grip at Sasuke's shoulders. )
Faster, I need— faster.
( Foreplay no longer seems to matter to Yuri, who evidently now only has orgasm on his mind. He's desperately sensitive, eager for pleasure, and relieved to have Sasuke to himself for the night, and his body trembles against him as more wetness smears against the man's hand. )
[ Hearing his name like that is incredibly affecting. It's hardly the first time he's heard it, certainly not from Yuri's lips, but his response is still reflexive. He closes his eyes around the low note of approval in his throat, tightens his hold the way Yuri had been trying to get him to do from the start. ]
Hold onto me.
[ The hot murmur slides into Yuri's mouth like a kiss, despite the way Sasuke only breathes against his skin without actually doing so. It's necessary direction, because he can't steady the other man with a free hand. He needs to keep himself upright when Sasuke's jerks him off with purpose. Fast, intense — Yuri's gone slick enough in his fist that the wet shuck of skin on skin can be heard above the younger man's panting. Sasuke doesn't encourage him further than that, gaze slitting open heavily to watch his lover's face up close as he drives him relentlessly to climax. ]
( Sasuke tells Yuri to hold on to him, so he does. Just in time, too, because his fingertips have barely settled around the curves of his shoulders when Sasuke begins to stroke him with that tight, fast vigour he'd been asking for. His breath catches in the back of his throat as he ducks his forehead against his throat, the flush in his cheeks darkening to a ruddy flush as he pants for breath against his collar-bone.
Goddess, it's not like he hadn't jerked himself off that very morning — but there's nothing quite like being at the mercy of Sasuke's touch.
It's everything he needs. Yuri would normally be embarrassed by coming so quickly — the pink in his cheeks is tinged slightly by humiliation even now — but he's pregnant, he's desperate, and this isn't the first time Sasuke has had to deal with a hormonal lover. Yuri comes with a staggered groan as his cock pulses in the shinobi's palm, spattering his the front of his trousers and the underside of his belly as he tries to keep himself upright. )
Saints—
( He breathes, dizzy and weak-limbed, until his cock finally spurts its last. The tightness of his balls is pleasant, as is the syrupy warmth spreading out to his extremities, and he turns his cheek to Sasuke's clavicle as he attempts to catch his breath. One hand loosens from Sasuke's shoulder to stroke down his chest, his side, to the base of his back, and he tilts his head just enough to mouth a damp kiss against the front of his throat. )
[ Belatedly he should have probably stripped before getting to this point. He doesn't just hear the moment Yuri breaks, but can feel the heat spill through his fingers and against his leg. Instead of stopping Sasuke pumps him through his orgasm, only making a further mess — whatever doesn't catch on his slacks or Yuri's belly splatter onto the floor between the younger man's bare feet.
When he groans and leans heavily forward, Sasuke lets him go carefully before wiping his hand on his slacks. They're a lost cause, anyway, so ge doesn't bother clinging to appearances. He has an extra pair around here somewhere, tucked into one of Yuri's drawers. ]
Hmm.
[ An agreement, since that much had been clear from the moment Sasuke crowded him against the kitchen counter. Hand mostly dry, he slides it up Yuri's back to steady him as he starts to explore. Sasuke tilts his head to the side, offering up his throat. There's a heavy tease in his voice: ]
( Yuri's breath is still returning to some semblance of normal as he kisses and nuzzles at Sasuke's throat, flaring warm against his skin as he lets his eyes slip closed for a moment. He feels settled like this — like all the days' frustrations can finally be put to rest — and he lets his hands idly wander the lines of Sasuke's scars as he skims his teeth against his jaw. )
Of course I did.
( He chuckles, an amused smirk on his lips as he kisses back down to the apple of his throat. )
But I'm hungry for all sorts these days. Cake isn't gonna give me what I need if I take it to bed with me.
( Shifting a little so as to put an inch or two of space between them, Yuri skims his hands down Sasuke's flat torso, then over his abdomen, until they reach the front of his trousers. A palm reaches lower to give him a leisurely squeeze as his fingers make quick work of the fastenings, his mouth warm against his pulse-point as the material begins to loosen on his hips. )
[ He can't argue that, or at least has no incentive when Yuri reaches down to squeeze through his trousers. The uncomfortable squeeze of too tight fabric only registers to him now that his focus isn't on his task, and in lieu of an answer his lashes flutter and he grunts from low in his chest. Fingers flinch against the younger man's spine when the fastenings come loose and the pressure eases, replaced by comparatively cooler air and the smooth slide of Yuri's fingers.
Fully erect, the first slide of skin on skin is exquisite — both a relief and like coaxing a fire higher. Sasuke dips his head to drag his mouth against Yuri's ear, the curve of his cheek, half a kiss that's mostly distracted. A thick throb of carnal anticipation goes through him, making stiff flesh jump, and Sasuke shifts his weight to kick the black fabric aside. Something to deal with later.
It takes effort to extricate himself, injecting space between them to encourage Yuri onto the mattress. ]
( Yuri strokes his hands back up to Sasuke's chest as he puts that space between them, then leans in to catch his lips in a tender, suckling kiss before finally letting him break away. Easing himself onto the bed is more difficult that it used to be, granted, but Yuri isn't too proud to take it slow, and he settles into a comfortable sprawl propped up on his elbows with his legs bent at the knee. )
C'mere, daddy.
( He crooks a finger towards himself as he smirks, his gaze hot beneath the fan of his lashes. Pale thighs butterfly open to invite Sasuke between them: his cock isn't hard, exactly but it's thicker than it would be if he were fully soft, and it sit plump above the smooth, waxed skin that leads down past his balls to the cleft of his ass. )
Do you want my mouth?
( The hand that had beckoned him closer lifts to his lips, touches them gently with two fingers, before slipping the index inside to coat it with a slippery sheen of saliva. His eyes remain fixed on Sasuke's as he removes it again with a wet pop: )
Or would you rather have me here?
( Down, down, his hand travels, until he can slip it between his legs, where he rubs the spit-slick pad of his finger into that tight little crease. )
[ Given Yuri's propensity for nicknames this one comes as no surprise, but there's a context that comes with it which is embarrassingly arousing. If he hadn't encountered it before now, he'd probably be more conflicted, have a beat of confusion around the lick of heat. What is more affecting he doesn't know: the way Yuri says it as his knees part, or the simplicity of the noun being a fact. Sasuke chooses not to dwell on it, instead allowing himself the freedom of enjoying the thump of attraction as it brings him onto the bed.
Either option presented would satisfy, but the combination of Yuri's teasing and the very real repercussion of the act distending his stomach seize a primal part of his brain. Sasuke's eyes get caught between his open thighs, where his fingers curl under his ass. Skin flushes up his chest and throat, pinking his pale complexion. ]
There.
[ Since coming here these things have come easier to him: sensuality, honesty. The sapphire working it's strange magic. He doesn't fight it so hard around Yuri anymore, letting it hook him by the navel and draw him forward. His added weight depresses the mattress as he kneels between the other man's feet, palm stroking up his shin. Fingers curl under the soft part of his knee, and his next question comes mindful of the significant added weight straining Yuri's middle: ]
( Yuri watches that flush crawl up Sasuke's chest with no small amount of satisfaction: it's adorable, really, the fact that he still has moments where his need gets the better of him, like he's torn between wanting to hold on to himself and surrendering to the moment. Now that he's that bit closer Yuri lets himself sink back to the mattress properly, an easy smile on his mouth as he tilts his head to look fondly up at him. )
Hands and knees — Seiros, it's so good when you fuck me like that.
( He nudges his knee against Sasuke's side, before reaching up to rummage under a pillow for the lube he stashed there that morning. )
But, you know? I think you can get me ready like this.
( He produces the bottle a moment later, and tosses it down towards where the other man is knelt between his feet. Even if Yuri can't see Sasuke's fingers disappearing between his legs — heck, even if he can't really see him from the elbow down — he's always enjoyed being spread out and taken on his back. It's luxurious in a way he's never bothered trying to explain, but it's possible Sasuke has noticed how his lover likes to sprawl on the bed, pull his knees to his chest, and offer himself to be spoilt.
As such, it probably won't be a surprise when Yuri's hands skim the backs of his thighs to ease them back either side of his belly, revealing the dusky pink dip of his hole between the round of his cheeks. His teeth skim his lower lip as he fixes Sasuke with a heated look: )
And don't go too easy on me, yeah? I'm pregnant, not an invalid.
[ Outside the bedroom, Yuri's freedom in running his mouth like that is a mild source of embarrassment for Sasuke. Almost all of his increasing comfort with intimacy, and sex, is reserved for private moments. Flagrantly airing talk about fucking is still almost enough to make him shut down and walk away from the group if conversation heads that direction. Right now his mild embarrassment comes from the fact that Yuri shaping the word in mouth goes right to Sasuke's groin; less an abstract, and more invoking what they're about to do.
He's caught the lube and popped the cap by the time Yuri has explicitly offered himself up, and Sasuke exhales a scoff that sounds half exasperated and half amused. The idea of treating Yuri like glass, either physically or verbally, is patently ridiculous. He might enjoy taking on that role — something made more obvious by the way he spreads himself out to be doted on — but Sasuke just isn't all that gentle. Careful and aware, but always firm and confidant.
Like now, when he drops the bottle back to the sheets and slides two slippery fingers down the soft skin of his perineum to the entrance of his body. A pulse of anticipation goes through him in the second before he eases two fingers into the ring of muscle, already aware Yuri will be capable of taking it right away. ]
( Yuri exhales softly when those fingertips skim over his perineum, then touch his hole, before letting his eyes slide briefly closed when Sasuke dips them into his body. Two at once is tight, yes, but it's a pleasant stretch that Yuri enjoys, evidenced in the way his cock twitches with renewed interest as it warms between his legs. )
Yeah, I guess not.
( When his lashes flutter open again he doesn't spare Sasuke the heat of his gaze. Why should he? Behind closed doors there's no harm in making how much he wants him evident: his lover won't squirm here the way he might if he were to eye-fuck him over tea in a favoured bistro. He tilts his head back, his hands dropping from where they skimmed the back of his thighs, and lets his fingers curl into the sheets as pulls in a soft little breath. )
That must be why I keep asking you to come over.
( There's a tease in his voice, even as it hitches a little as Sasuke's fingers press further inside him. It's close, so close to the kind of pressure he wants, but instead of impatiently encouraging him to press harder, faster, he lets him continue fingering him as he pleases. )
... Next time, I'm doing this before you get here so you can fuck me right away.
[ It's tight, something that makes Sasuke's stomach clench sympathetically, sensory memory of every time he's sunk to the hilt inside this young body. Yuri drops his head back against the pillows with that first slow push and Sasuke watches the exposure of his throat instead of the way he pumps lube into his channel to ease the way. He isn't sure when Yuri started offering this up so plainly, if it's on purpose or not, but Sasuke's subconscious desire for honest connection makes the vulnerability in his expression and body explicit. There's a rawness to Yuri in bed unlike the person in public spaces.
It's embarrassing out there, but Sasuke's resolve has slowly been steeling over time. The humiliation he'd garnered in the beginning has been on a sliding scale, slowly moving toward the promise of retribution for every time Yuri pushes it too far.
He almost loses the thread of conversation to the slippery clutch of Yuri's body opening up. Sasuke can't know for certain, but this feels so much quicker ever since the pregnancy took hold. It can't entirely be his imagination that making him loose and ready takes half the time it once did. He grunts, wordless, an affirmation that he's heard Yuri but perhaps not exactly what he's said. Drawing almost entirely back out, he spreads his fingers to test the give — then adds a third. ]
Impatient.
[ He responds as an afterthought, hypocritical when Sasuke isn't taking as much care as he has before. ]
( If Sasuke were to put voice to his thoughts Yuri would find himself in agreement. He isn't sure how, or even why, but his eagerness for Sasuke is more than a purely psychological thing: his body opens up for him quickly and easily, his hole loosened enough from a few of those easy pumps to take that third finger without too much trouble. There is still a little trouble, of course - Yuri groans as that slippery clench of muscle strains against the stretch - but as the hot clench of his body grows accustomed to the sensation the sting recedes to a throbbing ache.
It isn't unpleasant. Yuri lowers a leg from its bent-up position in an effort to make himself more comfortable, his breath coming in short little pants as he rolls his hips down onto the press of the other man's fingers. It's a stole moment of control - something Yuri likes to do just to tease his stoic lover - and his teeth skim over his lower lip as his eyes slide closed for a long, luxurious moment. )
Maybe, but I'm not the only one.
( Three fingers already. One hand loosens from the sheets to rub up the side of his belly to his chest, where he plucks at a stiff nipple before letting his palm drift down to palm and rub at his cock. He's still sensitive from his earlier orgasm but the feeling is no less good for it, and he watches Sasuke with a hot, heavy gaze as he circles the pad of his thumb over the tip. )
[ That's true, but Sasuke has also had to make the conscious effort over the years to cultivate patience. It doesn't come easily to him; arguably was the reason he'd gotten into so much trouble as a child to begin with. He can definitely get ahead of himself, and he frowns chidingly at Yuri as though the fact he's lost some control of his patience is entirely the other man's fault. There's no real heat behind it, though, because Sasuke isn't in one of those moods where he strings Yuri along as long as possible before caving.
His gaze drops, bicolored eyes following the smoothing of his slender hand along the swell of his belly and up to one dusky nipple. Fingers pull back out of his loosened rim with a obscene squelch, a trickle of lubrication following the withdrawal and oozing between his cheeks. Leaning forward, he braces that wet hand against the bedspread and ducks his head to catch the little peak of Yuri's nipple in his mouth, dragging his tongue across it in a mockery of an open-mouthed kiss.
It's brief, like Sasuke couldn't help indulging himself, before his weight counters and he catches Yuri by his bicep to help pull him around the way he wants. Someone else might tell him to be careful, but Sasuke only breaths soft and hot against his shoulder as his lover turns around, rubbing his mouth along warm skin. ]
( That hot lick of pleasure at his nipple gets Sasuke an affectionate stroke through his hair; it's brief as the touch of his mouth, and ends when he moves to curl his fingers around his bicep. Moving isn't easy, exactly, but it isn't as graceless as it could be, and a few moments later sees him on his knees with his back to Sasuke. )
C'mere.
( He murmurs, although his instruction rendered pointless when he shifts back on the mattress to bring the plush curve of his ass to Sasuke's lap. Intimacy is an unspoken thing between them — something they give in to, yes, but not something they often talk about — and so when Yuri is momentarily struck with the desire to feel close to him? His request is a wordless one, evident in the way he settles his back against the other man's chest.
Like this, the hot ridge of Sasuke's cock slips up to nestle between the slight spread of his cheeks. Yuri's breath catches when it rubs over his entrance, the tease unavoidable in their new position, and more liquid head blossoms in the pit of his stomach as he turns to nose against the line of his jaw.
He wants to be kissed. He wants Sasuke's hand against his heavy belly, wants his cock sunk deep inside his hole, and he wants him to come and come and come until his thighs are streaked with the mess of it. A sigh flutters against his lover's throat as his cock thickens between his legs: )
[ He's heard Yuri's voice as an intimate murmur before, but something about the gravity in it lures Sasuke almost in tandem to the way he sits back. They meet each other, Sasuke's palm catching the handle of his hip to pull him firmly back into the cup of his lap. His chest is already damp with sweat, born of nothing but his own excitement, so there's a smooth warmth to their skin coming together. Something about it feels luxurious, urging Sasuke to let his sigh out along Yuri's jaw when he rubs his cheek against it.
For a moment he indulges, petting Yuri up from his hip and along the heavy curve of his stomach, up his ribs and back down again, letting the request sink into him like slow honey. Then he turns to kiss Yuri over his shoulder, open and slippery. Sasuke isn't talkative to start with, but his own unspooling lust pours through their Synchrony as he kisses blue light into Yuri's mouth.
They're only forced apart when Sasuke pushes back on his knees with a soft huff, bracing himself against Yuri's back with his forehead between his shoulderblades, putting his hand between his legs. It reflects humid warmth into his face, gaze hazily aimed down Yuri's spine as he rubs his cock against his hole — and nudges the head inside with a single easy push. ]
( Yuri's hand comes up to cradle Sasuke's face as he kisses him, their breath mingling and their tongues flashing as they indulge in that leisurely kiss. As the bond of Synchrony strengthens between them Yuri feels his own lust twine with Sasuke's and reflect back towards him; he moans with it, enjoying the slow, easy stroke of that palm against his body.
Dazed by the time they part, Yuri finds he has to blink against the heaviness in his limbs as Sasuke's forehead settles between his shoulder-blades. This time when his cock nudges at him it's guided by a hand, pushing against him rather than slipping, and lilac eyes squeeze closed as the pressure builds beneath him until—
Ah, ah. There it is.
Yuri is quiet in this. His body clenches around the head of Sasuke's cock as though intent on pulling him in deeper; the stretch is a thick, filling sensation that leaves him hungry for more, and his teeth sink into his lower lip as he drops his head forwards in an attempt to curb his impatience. )
[ That first delicious slide is enough to furrow Sasuke's brow, and with his face pressed against Yuri's damp spine the movement can probably be felt as much as his thready exhale. Still there are times it startles him: not just how good it can feel, but that his active desire is quelled by this coming together. There are times Sasuke waits, forcing his own patience for his own control and for Yuri's safety, but now isn't one of them. His stomach contracts and Sasuke's spine bows as he pushes deeper without lifting his forehead from it's place, inch over delicious inch sinking into the silky heat of his body.
When his pelvis meets Yuri's ass, sheathing him to the hilt, he groans from low in his gut, a sound that almost seems like relief.
He has a choice, then: to brace around Yuri's four pointed stance and hold himself up with the mattress, or to touch him. Choosing to take Yuri's insistence of not being treated gently, he lets Yuri take his weight and pets his hand across his torso. Once, he would have been able to wrap his arm fully around Yuri's middle, but now he's grown so heavy that Sasuke's palm can only flatten against the curve of his distended belly. A shudder of unfiltered lust crawls down his spine, encouraging him to move - barely sliding out of his channel before using Yuri's stomach to pull him back against his hips when he ruts forward again. ]
( Yuri's eyes slide closed as the shinobi sinks into his body, pushing deep and filling him out until his pelvis is flush against his ass. There's a delicious moment in which he feels utterly saturated by Sasuke: his cock in his ass, his child in his belly, the press of his face against the smooth plane of his back.
This is what he's been aching for since the last time Sasuke visited with cake and ice cream.
His hole flutters where it's stretched open and glossy around the base of him. This time Yuri's groan is a deep, guttural thing; he drops down to one elbow as he swirls his hips back against the other man's lap, his breath stuttering against his forearm, briefly overwhelmed by the sensation of that pulse of hips against him. The movement is slow — minute, even — but it prolongs that feeling of exquisite fullness and he trembles with bone-deep pleasure as he's pulled back onto another tight thrust. )
Fuck yes.
( Pearl-pink fingertips clench against the comforter as he sinks his teeth into his lower lip, his shoulders rippling as he moves to settle properly on his elbows. )
C'mon, daddy.
( He teases, a breathless chuckle rising to his lips as he spreads his knees a little wider. )
[ He can't understand what it is about Yuri using that name that slams a pulse of heat through his body, every time. It's really something that should be reserved for children, definitely shouldn't make his thighs bunch and his breath hiss through his teeth against the younger man's back. Something that had started as a joke, another way for Yuri to tease him with a ridiculous nickname that he's turned into a weapon that hits it's mark every time.
The body under him moves, Yuri bracing himself on both forearms and arching his back up in a way that seems devastatingly extreme when his stomach touches the bedspread because of it. Sasuke knows, academically, that it's no more or less from before — but he can feel it when his hand is trapped briefly between his full belly and the comforter. ]
Yuri.
[ It sounds almost like a warning, or a scolding, but Sasuke knows in himself that it comes from a place of lust instead of a place of true admonishment. If he'd really wanted Yuri to quit it, he would have put his foot down harder before, and he doesn't analyze that too closely. Especially now, with the other gembonded squeezing deliciously around his cock and riding back into him insistently. Pulling himself up, his palm sides from his front to the base of his spine, then lower to dig fingers into the warm skin of his seat. Self indulgent, his gaze drops heavy to the sight of his own shaft dragging out of Yuri's channel before punching back in. Repeating. ]
( Sasuke says his name like that and another bolt of need lances through Yuri, puddling between his legs and throbbing in the now full rise of his cock. His lover isn't particularly talkative at the best of times — especially not when sex and pleasure is involved — but hearing a warning edge in his tone while they're fucking never fails to catch Yuri's breath in the back of his throat. This time, however, he doesn't feel his movements shift to impending punishment, and he grins into his forearm before tossing a little smirk back over his shoulder. )
... Sorry. I can tell how much you hate it.
( If there's a little tease to the lilt of his words? It's because Sasuke is still fucking him good and well for all his scolding, his cock spreading his hole and rubbing in deep with each slap of his hips. Besides, it's been obvious enough for some time that Sasuke likes it — perhaps even likes it a bit too much — and Yuri's cock throbs at the thought of winding him up enough to really earn a telling off.
Some other time, perhaps.
Instead, Yuri lets himself enjoy those slow, luxurious thrusts that Sasuke offers in place of edging him senseless, pearly fluid dripping to the sheets beneath them as he rocks onto his lap as best he can. )
[ He can tell Yuri isn't sorry, which would annoy him more if he hadn't started connecting that sultry expression with the distinct pleasure of having his cock stroked or licked or squeezed. Sasuke closes his eyes briefly, brow pinching, to shut that expression out and try to wrest some quickly failing control back to himself. It doesn't work very well, not when he can feel Yuri's gut clench around him at the scolding, especially not when he keeps talking. The weight of his stomach means the way he moves isn't as limber as before, so when he sits back against Sasuke's lap it's mostly just a transfer of weight instead of the lithe roll he could do before he was pregnant.
It does nothing at all to dull how good it feels. The part of Sasuke that enjoys control actually gets a thrill from it. Yuri's pleasure relies entirely on him, what he can give him, and what he chooses to hold back. ]
Manners.
[ He grunts, instead of an outright no, which he'd considered. It's mild as far as punishment goes, especially when Sasuke doesn't care much about manners to begin with — turning the interaction into something of a game, or a challenge. One of them will have to cave first, and Sasuke intends for Yuri to be the one to do it this time. He jerks his hips forward, punctuating the demand by shoving himself in hard enough to knock Yuri an inch or so up against the mattress. ]
( As Yuri's pregnancy has progressed, he's finding himself caving before Sasuke with increasing frequency. He can't quite put a finger on why that is — yet another oddity that he's chalking up to the new hormones flowing around his body — but there are times when they're fucking that he simply can't bear to feel Sasuke holding back. He wants all of him, all of him, and to he withheld that as punishment makes his head spin, and he's grateful that he hasn't seen fit to flat-out deny him this time.
Truly, Sasuke has turned the dispensation of small mercies into an art form. )
... Please.
( Yuri groans low in his throat as he pitches forwards up the bed. He twists the sheets in his hands, the wet slick of his channel clenching hard around Sasuke's cock, and shivers visibly as he forces himself to keep his palms put for the time being. )
[ In any other circumstances, Sasuke would be the first to point this behaviour out as pathetic. Cowardly, even — but he's come to learn the intricacies of sex are really not so straight forward. He can't always apply the lessons of other parts of his life to the bedroom, forcing him to open himself up to these new and often comfortable situations, only to discover something new about himself.
Like how effective Yuri keening please into the mattress is, twisting the sheets around his fingers like only Sasuke could possibly be the one to make things better. A hot flush goes through him, making his face hot, making the fist of molten arousal in his abdomen tighten. His weight shifts on his knees, Sasuke leaning forward just enough that his hair falls in dark curtains around his face. ]
If you can still reach.
[ It's meant to be a taunt, but Sasuke finds he only stokes his own lust by inserting the reminder of Yuri's changed body between them. The fact that he is bigger, doesn't have the same maneuverability, and it's all because of the act they're currently engaged in. He hisses, pumping himself with purpose into the wet suck of Yuri's slick body, inexplicably excited by the phantom idea that it could happen again. ]
( Yuri tries. The moment the words leave his lips, Yuri tries. One hand slips down the sheets to where there'd once been a hot space between his belly and the mattress, only to find that the heavy weight of his pregnancy neatly prevents him from getting his hand any further beneath himself. Yuri struggles for the few moments it takes his mind to catch up with why he can't reach his cock, then shivers as the head of Sasuke's dick glances close to that spot inside him. )
Fuck.
( It's a shaky, bitten-off cuss, and for a moment he's glad to be facing away from the shinobi to hide the flush of colour settling in his cheeks. )
I can't. It's not— I can't reach.
( Yuri reaches behind himself for his lover's knee, his thigh, anything he can grab to indicate that he'd like to be listened to for a moment. )
Let's move, Sunshine, c'mon.
( On his side, perhaps, with an ankle propped up on Sasuke's shoulder? On his side with Sasuke spooned behind him? Seiros, anything to be able to take himself in hand and push himself to orgasm that bit faster. )
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FOR PENITENTS.
( Yuri slots the last of the sudsy plates into the drying rack before giving his hands a final rinse. Dinner had been a pleasant affair — the older kids had insisted on trying their hands at whipping up the evening meal — and Sasuke had arrived just in time to sample their twist on some kind of spaghetti and meatballs dish. He hadn't texted ahead (he rarely does) which made it a very welcome surprise, and )
Well?
( He wipes his hands dry on a tea-towel, which he then tosses onto the counter to be taken for laundering. They've had the kitchen to themselves for a good while — Yuri offered to do the dishes only to encourage the kids to leave them to it — and it had been worth it just to coax Sasuke into a little conversation.
Ah, he's a strange one. )
They did a good job with dinner, right?
( An amused smirk touches his lips as he turns to lean back against the sink, one hand curling against the counter while the other rubs at the swell of his belly. It's been five or so months since Yuri found out he was somehow, impossibly, pregnant, but only three since he decided to tell Sasuke that he was going to be a father again. Fortunately, it hasn't done a great deal to change the nature of their companionship: they eat, they fuck, they assist one another where they can — and now Sasuke sometimes brings Yuri whatever he's craving at the time.
It might seem an unusual arrangement to an outsider, but all that matters is that it works for them.
Tonight, Yuri is particularly interested in the fuck part of their agreement. He'd been terribly sick in the beginning, which has somehow evolved into a sexual appetite that he's finding difficult to sate, and he lets his lashes fan lower as he tilts his head just enough to invite him closer. )
Stay the night.
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For the most part, Sasuke's inner world is smoothed over by a flat affect. It's rare for open emotion to filter into his expression if it isn't annoyed, frustrated, exasperated. But when Yuri had spelled it out for him, the shock was naked, stripping his walls down to something raw. In his understanding of the world, childbearing required certain requirements to be met, ones which Yuri had not previously. If he had, Sasuke thinks he would have been much more vigilant to what they were doing, regardless of how electric things have become between them.
In some respects, it's almost like a second chance; something he tries very hard not to dwell on. Sasuke hadn't been there for nearly all the important beats of Sarada's young life. A good portion of that had been fear, even his pride will allow him to acknowledge that now. The burden of carrying that name and everything that came with it. This place — it took a lot of that away.
Now watching Yuri lean back against the counter and smooth one hand over the rounded swell of his belly is singularly affecting. The struggle over the ramifications have waned, the reality that Yuri intends to keep it one he's come to accept. Yuri's expression shifts into something heavy and coaxing and a throb of unadulterated desire thrums through his body. It continues to surprise him. Surprises him even further that the more obvious his pregnancy becomes the more intense the feeling is. ]
I have to leave early tomorrow.
[ His tone sounds like a warning, or a scolding; at complete odds with the way he closes in on Yuri like he'd been the one hunting instead of the other man trying to lure him in. ]
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( Yuri likes the way Sasuke looks at him now that he's round and glowing with child. It's different to the way he'd soaked up his figure before they knew of his pregnancy: what had already been appreciative has shifted to something more ravenous, laying to rest any fears Yuri might have had about his body growing more unappealing with every passing week. Here, though, with Sasuke closing the already short distance between them, Yuri feels arousal swell deep in his core as he reaches up to touch the other man's jaw. )
Yeah, yeah. What's new?
( He teases, the slender fingers of his free hand moving to curl loosely around Sasuke's wrist. Yuri guides his palm to the side of his belly and splays it there beneath his own, his thumb tracing the line of Sasuke's before easing his hand down to the heavy underside. )
If I don't wake up when you go, just let me sleep, mm? This kid is tiring.
( And that's all he says — all that needs to be said, in his opinion. Yuri leans up to slot their lips together in a kiss that licks into his mouth and hints towards his need. He can't make it too filthy in the kitchen, not where anyone could walk in and catch them in a private moment, but the slick heat of his mouth against Sasuke's should indicate that he doesn't want to wait. )
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But thoughts of pragmatically not letting himself get carried away so he doesn't accidentally sleep in scatter when Yuri takes him by the hand and slots it against his belly. Sasuke's heart leaps, excitement charging up his spine, darkening his eyes.
He's saved from responding when Yuri tilts up into his space, and Sasuke automatically bends to meet him. Knowing there are kids, and older parties, wandering around means this really can't escalate in such a public place. More often than not Sasuke is the one to put the breaks on whatever is happening, but that swollen belly nudges against the flat plane of Sasuke's own and it's like a flint catching on gasoline. He takes a half step forward, nudging one foot between Yuri's own, palm sliding around his waist until he reaches passed his body to brace on the counter, trapping him against it.
Hunger catches him off guard as he takes control of the kiss, tongue sliding into wet heat, tasting the vestiges of that fruity dessert from before. ]
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( Sasuke's tongue slides in against his and Yuri positively melts against the counter. One hand moves around to clutch at the material sitting at the base of the other man's back; he needs something to hold on to when he's feeling like he wants to be swept up into the kiss and never look back. )
Mmh— wait, Sunshine ...
( Yuri's breathless chuckle rolls warm against Sasuke's mouth, and he strokes his palm down to squeeze at a handful of his ass. Goddess, he's always found him attractive, but this insatiable need is becoming impossible to manage, and Yuri can't help but tilt his hips up against him as he gently sucks at his lower lip. )
Upstairs, yeah?
( Another kiss, no less searing than the first. A soft moan loses itself between them as their lips slip against one another, pushing a sweet-hot throb of want into the warming curl of his dick. This time when he tears himself away it's to find Sasuke's hand with his own: )
C'mon. I want you undressed, right now.
( And attempt to shift him just enough that he can pull him towards the stairs. )
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He doesn't answer as Yuri breathlessly fills the silence, somewhere between goading and coaxing a change of location without actually pushing Sasuke away. Dark lashes fan low, almost closed as his mouth moves against Yuri's cheek, along his jaw, by all appearances ignoring everything he says in favor of chasing the taste of his skin. When he picks up his hips, Sasuke leans heavily back against him. It isn't until Yuri actively wrenches away that Sasuke lets him go, pink-mouthed, allowing himself to be lead to the stairs.
The trip from point a to b is uneventful, thankfully devoid of anyone who might want or need Yuri's attention, but Sasuke still makes a point to lock the door behind him when they cross the threshold of his room.
Once freed from the potential of onlookers, Sasuke catches him around the waist and hauls him close once more. Despite appearances, there's real strength in that single hold; controlling Yuri as he steers him backwards to the bed, stealing him into a kiss that's less seductive now and more searingly pointed. One hand means he has to pick and choose what he does, but Yuri's are free and he has no qualms with letting the other man fulfill the undressing part while he plunders the inside of his mouth. ]
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( Yuri would be lying if he claimed that Sasuke's intensity wasn't part of his appeal. Being the singular focus of his attention strokes at a strange, dark something deep within him: it makes him feel attractive — wanted, even — like there's nothing Sasuke wouldn't tear through if his prize was Yuri's body. The lock slides into place behind them and it's all he can do not to pull him in close again — but then Sasuke takes care of that, his arm around his waist as he guides him back to the plush sprawl of his Queen-sized bed.
A whimper melts into the kiss, his hands making quick work of the other man's clothes as he lets him lick into the wet heat of his mouth. Yuri's heart thunders in his throat as he peels away each outer layer, letting them crumple to the floor with haphazard ease where they don't get so much as a second thought. They've done this enough that he's learned where Sasuke's buttons and clasps are most likely to be, which leaves him bared from the waist up in little more than a handful of moments.
Temporarily satisfied, Yuri turns his attention towards his own attire. The kiss is momentarily broken again so that he can pull the wrap of his blouse up over his head; it gets the same treatment as Sasuke's shirt, and is swiftly followed by the dark heap of his leggings. Yuri grins against that plundering mouth before offering his own again — just a gentle brush of lips against lips — as though teasing him into taking what's actually being freely given. )
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When they part so Yuri can disrobe, it's with a soft, wet sound. Sasuke exhales hotly into the small space between them and only gives him enough space to move, to strip down to nothing.
Losing clothing might be familiar, but Sasuke is continually surprised by the fact that he has the same visceral response to all that bare skin. Yuri seems to wear less lately, fewer layers underneath; he has a suspicion it has to do with the added load he's carrying around. Movement is becoming more difficult as his belly gets heavier, it makes him warmer than he was before. He tilts his face up to entreat Sasuke into another kiss, but he doesn't oblige right away. Lashes hang low over irises as he lets lips rub together, but his gaze drops passed Yuri's face. His hand coasts down naked skin and he watches it go, thumbing one nipple, following the narrow shape of his waist, slowing over the curve of his swollen stomach.
He exhales deeply, as though tenuously holding onto self control, and leans in to slide his tongue back into Yuri's mouth while his hand dips lower to cup his erection, giving it an almost exploratory stroke from the root up. ]
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( Sasuke's suspicions are correct. Layers aren't particularly comfortable across his belly, nor has he found a more effective way to control his body temperature than by simply dressing lightly, with a preference for soft tops that cling to his figure as opposed to loose things that bunch and wrinkle. Of course, it means there's no way to disguise the fact that he's on his way to quite heavily pregnant—
But the way Sasuke's breath catches in his throat whenever he looks at his middle suggests that isn't necessarily a bad thing. Yuri has noticed that he seems increasingly preoccupied with his new shape: he's all tight exhales and reverent touches that tend to culminate in dirty-deep kisses. When the slide of his hand moves down Yuri knows he's going to get just that — and Seiros, but Sasuke doesn't disappoint.
When his hand curls around the hot weight of his cock Yuri lifts his own to grip at his shoulders. He's becoming increasingly sensitive to touch as the weight of his belly grows: it's perfectly normal, or so he's heard, but it makes every stroke just shy of too much, whether Sasuke's lips are at his nipples or his hand is on his cock. He's hard already — fully hard, the head of his cock slick and dripping with arousal — and a needy flush touches his cheeks as he rocks into the press of Sasuke's hand.
It's not enough. He has to have more.
One hand slips between them to curve over Sasuke's, guiding him into a tight grip around his cock in the hopes of encouraging a proper pull. Yuri could come like this, he knows he could, just from the pump of the other man's hand, and this time when he grinds forwards it's to rub his belly that bit harder against the flat of Sasuke's own. )
C'mon.
( He breathes between them, his words a damp stroke against Sasuke's lips. )
Please.
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He knows it has more to do with the pregnancy than it does himself, but it strokes his ego anyway. Like here, all they've done is kiss a little and Yuri is fully erect in the cradle of his palm, needily encouraging him to tighten his grip, like he's been wasting away to be touched for days.
Sasuke bows his head enough to keep their mouths close together, the hang of his hair creating a shroud of intimate shadow. Yuri is heavy enough now that if Sasuke glanced down, he wouldn't even be able to see where he tightens his grip around his shaft. ]
Don't fall.
[ His voice is a deep warning when he nudges his foot between Yuri's, encouraging him to brace his knees wider without pushing him back onto the mattress. There's an obscene suggestion in it, having thumbed the slit of his cock, stroking slick along the length of him to making every intentional pull slippery. ]
I can't catch you.
[ A lie. His reflexes are inhumanly fast, and he'd never let Yuri hit the ground. ]
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( In a sense, Yuri has been wasting away to be touched for days. While Sasuke isn't the only person he has for sex there is something markedly different about his touch — at times he can't stand the idea of having someone other than him warming the space between his thighs. Again, he recognises this as something that must be linked to the pregnancy, but when Sasuke is preoccupied for days on end and no-one else will do ...
Well. It leads to moments like this, with Yuri wet and aching just to feel his hand against him.
He nods at the instruction, letting his thighs spread a little wider as Sasuke presses between them for a second time. That his lover seems equally interested in staying as close to him as possible is deep, pleasant relief; they way he barely lets their lips part, his insistent closeness, all of it strokes at Yuri's own need to be temporarily cherished.
The heft of his cock jumps against Sasuke's palm as more fluid dribbles from the slit, and Yuri swallows an embarrassing little whimper as he tilts up to take his mouth again. )
Mmh.
( This time it's more of a messy smear than it is an actual kiss. Yuri shivers against him, rocking gently back and forth into the slightly slickened pull of his fist, all the while raising his arms to drape them around Sasuke's neck. There isn't much room for him to thrust — not with his belly as swollen and heavy as it is — but those tiny movements are just enough to help chase the friction he so desperately needs. )
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But he can't really fuck into Sasuke's palm with that heavy belly. With each micromovement, his round stomach nudges against Sasuke's own, and it turns the shinobi's own breath into something low and tight. It takes more self control than he's willing to admit to pursue this instead of undressing himself and finding his own satisfaction in Yuri's body — something that still startles him with how new that innately sexual feeling is.
Holding fast, he squeezes on the upstroke, pulling on flushed muscle in the way he's come to learn Yuri prefers. The angle, his pregnant belly, prevent Sasuke from twisting his wrist to consistently stimulate the head of his cock, so he makes his movements longer — simulating the effect that Yuri could be fucking into something. Sasuke isn't particularly vocal, so he doesn't encourage Yuri with words — but he does catch his blushing lower lip between his teeth to suck on it with surprising gentleness. ]
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( It's hard not to whine when Sasuke pulls their lips apart again. Yuri can't figure out which sensation he's craving the most — the hand on his cock, the slick press of lips against lips — desperate for whatever he doesn't have and eager to get it back. He would have complained about it, too, had Sasuke not chosen that moment to adjust the stroke of his hand, which leaves Yuri panting against his mouth as lilac lashes flutter closed. )
Sasuke—
( His hips are unable to do much more than stutter into his grasp. Yuri moans soft against the other man's mouth when he ducks to suck on his lower lip; he feels suddenly hyper-aware of each point of connection, and the throb between his legs pulses that bit harder as he moves to grip at Sasuke's shoulders. )
Faster, I need— faster.
( Foreplay no longer seems to matter to Yuri, who evidently now only has orgasm on his mind. He's desperately sensitive, eager for pleasure, and relieved to have Sasuke to himself for the night, and his body trembles against him as more wetness smears against the man's hand. )
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Hold onto me.
[ The hot murmur slides into Yuri's mouth like a kiss, despite the way Sasuke only breathes against his skin without actually doing so. It's necessary direction, because he can't steady the other man with a free hand. He needs to keep himself upright when Sasuke's jerks him off with purpose. Fast, intense — Yuri's gone slick enough in his fist that the wet shuck of skin on skin can be heard above the younger man's panting. Sasuke doesn't encourage him further than that, gaze slitting open heavily to watch his lover's face up close as he drives him relentlessly to climax. ]
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( Sasuke tells Yuri to hold on to him, so he does. Just in time, too, because his fingertips have barely settled around the curves of his shoulders when Sasuke begins to stroke him with that tight, fast vigour he'd been asking for. His breath catches in the back of his throat as he ducks his forehead against his throat, the flush in his cheeks darkening to a ruddy flush as he pants for breath against his collar-bone.
Goddess, it's not like he hadn't jerked himself off that very morning — but there's nothing quite like being at the mercy of Sasuke's touch.
It's everything he needs. Yuri would normally be embarrassed by coming so quickly — the pink in his cheeks is tinged slightly by humiliation even now — but he's pregnant, he's desperate, and this isn't the first time Sasuke has had to deal with a hormonal lover. Yuri comes with a staggered groan as his cock pulses in the shinobi's palm, spattering his the front of his trousers and the underside of his belly as he tries to keep himself upright. )
Saints—
( He breathes, dizzy and weak-limbed, until his cock finally spurts its last. The tightness of his balls is pleasant, as is the syrupy warmth spreading out to his extremities, and he turns his cheek to Sasuke's clavicle as he attempts to catch his breath. One hand loosens from Sasuke's shoulder to stroke down his chest, his side, to the base of his back, and he tilts his head just enough to mouth a damp kiss against the front of his throat. )
Mm. I needed that.
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When he groans and leans heavily forward, Sasuke lets him go carefully before wiping his hand on his slacks. They're a lost cause, anyway, so ge doesn't bother clinging to appearances. He has an extra pair around here somewhere, tucked into one of Yuri's drawers. ]
Hmm.
[ An agreement, since that much had been clear from the moment Sasuke crowded him against the kitchen counter. Hand mostly dry, he slides it up Yuri's back to steady him as he starts to explore. Sasuke tilts his head to the side, offering up his throat. There's a heavy tease in his voice: ]
Did you even want the cake?
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( Yuri's breath is still returning to some semblance of normal as he kisses and nuzzles at Sasuke's throat, flaring warm against his skin as he lets his eyes slip closed for a moment. He feels settled like this — like all the days' frustrations can finally be put to rest — and he lets his hands idly wander the lines of Sasuke's scars as he skims his teeth against his jaw. )
Of course I did.
( He chuckles, an amused smirk on his lips as he kisses back down to the apple of his throat. )
But I'm hungry for all sorts these days. Cake isn't gonna give me what I need if I take it to bed with me.
( Shifting a little so as to put an inch or two of space between them, Yuri skims his hands down Sasuke's flat torso, then over his abdomen, until they reach the front of his trousers. A palm reaches lower to give him a leisurely squeeze as his fingers make quick work of the fastenings, his mouth warm against his pulse-point as the material begins to loosen on his hips. )
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Fully erect, the first slide of skin on skin is exquisite — both a relief and like coaxing a fire higher. Sasuke dips his head to drag his mouth against Yuri's ear, the curve of his cheek, half a kiss that's mostly distracted. A thick throb of carnal anticipation goes through him, making stiff flesh jump, and Sasuke shifts his weight to kick the black fabric aside. Something to deal with later.
It takes effort to extricate himself, injecting space between them to encourage Yuri onto the mattress. ]
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( Yuri strokes his hands back up to Sasuke's chest as he puts that space between them, then leans in to catch his lips in a tender, suckling kiss before finally letting him break away. Easing himself onto the bed is more difficult that it used to be, granted, but Yuri isn't too proud to take it slow, and he settles into a comfortable sprawl propped up on his elbows with his legs bent at the knee. )
C'mere, daddy.
( He crooks a finger towards himself as he smirks, his gaze hot beneath the fan of his lashes. Pale thighs butterfly open to invite Sasuke between them: his cock isn't hard, exactly but it's thicker than it would be if he were fully soft, and it sit plump above the smooth, waxed skin that leads down past his balls to the cleft of his ass. )
Do you want my mouth?
( The hand that had beckoned him closer lifts to his lips, touches them gently with two fingers, before slipping the index inside to coat it with a slippery sheen of saliva. His eyes remain fixed on Sasuke's as he removes it again with a wet pop: )
Or would you rather have me here?
( Down, down, his hand travels, until he can slip it between his legs, where he rubs the spit-slick pad of his finger into that tight little crease. )
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Either option presented would satisfy, but the combination of Yuri's teasing and the very real repercussion of the act distending his stomach seize a primal part of his brain. Sasuke's eyes get caught between his open thighs, where his fingers curl under his ass. Skin flushes up his chest and throat, pinking his pale complexion. ]
There.
[ Since coming here these things have come easier to him: sensuality, honesty. The sapphire working it's strange magic. He doesn't fight it so hard around Yuri anymore, letting it hook him by the navel and draw him forward. His added weight depresses the mattress as he kneels between the other man's feet, palm stroking up his shin. Fingers curl under the soft part of his knee, and his next question comes mindful of the significant added weight straining Yuri's middle: ]
How do you want it?
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( Yuri watches that flush crawl up Sasuke's chest with no small amount of satisfaction: it's adorable, really, the fact that he still has moments where his need gets the better of him, like he's torn between wanting to hold on to himself and surrendering to the moment. Now that he's that bit closer Yuri lets himself sink back to the mattress properly, an easy smile on his mouth as he tilts his head to look fondly up at him. )
Hands and knees — Seiros, it's so good when you fuck me like that.
( He nudges his knee against Sasuke's side, before reaching up to rummage under a pillow for the lube he stashed there that morning. )
But, you know? I think you can get me ready like this.
( He produces the bottle a moment later, and tosses it down towards where the other man is knelt between his feet. Even if Yuri can't see Sasuke's fingers disappearing between his legs — heck, even if he can't really see him from the elbow down — he's always enjoyed being spread out and taken on his back. It's luxurious in a way he's never bothered trying to explain, but it's possible Sasuke has noticed how his lover likes to sprawl on the bed, pull his knees to his chest, and offer himself to be spoilt.
As such, it probably won't be a surprise when Yuri's hands skim the backs of his thighs to ease them back either side of his belly, revealing the dusky pink dip of his hole between the round of his cheeks. His teeth skim his lower lip as he fixes Sasuke with a heated look: )
And don't go too easy on me, yeah? I'm pregnant, not an invalid.
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He's caught the lube and popped the cap by the time Yuri has explicitly offered himself up, and Sasuke exhales a scoff that sounds half exasperated and half amused. The idea of treating Yuri like glass, either physically or verbally, is patently ridiculous. He might enjoy taking on that role — something made more obvious by the way he spreads himself out to be doted on — but Sasuke just isn't all that gentle. Careful and aware, but always firm and confidant.
Like now, when he drops the bottle back to the sheets and slides two slippery fingers down the soft skin of his perineum to the entrance of his body. A pulse of anticipation goes through him in the second before he eases two fingers into the ring of muscle, already aware Yuri will be capable of taking it right away. ]
Have I ever?
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( Yuri exhales softly when those fingertips skim over his perineum, then touch his hole, before letting his eyes slide briefly closed when Sasuke dips them into his body. Two at once is tight, yes, but it's a pleasant stretch that Yuri enjoys, evidenced in the way his cock twitches with renewed interest as it warms between his legs. )
Yeah, I guess not.
( When his lashes flutter open again he doesn't spare Sasuke the heat of his gaze. Why should he? Behind closed doors there's no harm in making how much he wants him evident: his lover won't squirm here the way he might if he were to eye-fuck him over tea in a favoured bistro. He tilts his head back, his hands dropping from where they skimmed the back of his thighs, and lets his fingers curl into the sheets as pulls in a soft little breath. )
That must be why I keep asking you to come over.
( There's a tease in his voice, even as it hitches a little as Sasuke's fingers press further inside him. It's close, so close to the kind of pressure he wants, but instead of impatiently encouraging him to press harder, faster, he lets him continue fingering him as he pleases. )
... Next time, I'm doing this before you get here so you can fuck me right away.
( Maybe if he bought a plug ... )
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It's embarrassing out there, but Sasuke's resolve has slowly been steeling over time. The humiliation he'd garnered in the beginning has been on a sliding scale, slowly moving toward the promise of retribution for every time Yuri pushes it too far.
He almost loses the thread of conversation to the slippery clutch of Yuri's body opening up. Sasuke can't know for certain, but this feels so much quicker ever since the pregnancy took hold. It can't entirely be his imagination that making him loose and ready takes half the time it once did. He grunts, wordless, an affirmation that he's heard Yuri but perhaps not exactly what he's said. Drawing almost entirely back out, he spreads his fingers to test the give — then adds a third. ]
Impatient.
[ He responds as an afterthought, hypocritical when Sasuke isn't taking as much care as he has before. ]
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( If Sasuke were to put voice to his thoughts Yuri would find himself in agreement. He isn't sure how, or even why, but his eagerness for Sasuke is more than a purely psychological thing: his body opens up for him quickly and easily, his hole loosened enough from a few of those easy pumps to take that third finger without too much trouble. There is still a little trouble, of course - Yuri groans as that slippery clench of muscle strains against the stretch - but as the hot clench of his body grows accustomed to the sensation the sting recedes to a throbbing ache.
It isn't unpleasant. Yuri lowers a leg from its bent-up position in an effort to make himself more comfortable, his breath coming in short little pants as he rolls his hips down onto the press of the other man's fingers. It's a stole moment of control - something Yuri likes to do just to tease his stoic lover - and his teeth skim over his lower lip as his eyes slide closed for a long, luxurious moment. )
Maybe, but I'm not the only one.
( Three fingers already. One hand loosens from the sheets to rub up the side of his belly to his chest, where he plucks at a stiff nipple before letting his palm drift down to palm and rub at his cock. He's still sensitive from his earlier orgasm but the feeling is no less good for it, and he watches Sasuke with a hot, heavy gaze as he circles the pad of his thumb over the tip. )
... Help me up. I want it now.
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His gaze drops, bicolored eyes following the smoothing of his slender hand along the swell of his belly and up to one dusky nipple. Fingers pull back out of his loosened rim with a obscene squelch, a trickle of lubrication following the withdrawal and oozing between his cheeks. Leaning forward, he braces that wet hand against the bedspread and ducks his head to catch the little peak of Yuri's nipple in his mouth, dragging his tongue across it in a mockery of an open-mouthed kiss.
It's brief, like Sasuke couldn't help indulging himself, before his weight counters and he catches Yuri by his bicep to help pull him around the way he wants. Someone else might tell him to be careful, but Sasuke only breaths soft and hot against his shoulder as his lover turns around, rubbing his mouth along warm skin. ]
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( That hot lick of pleasure at his nipple gets Sasuke an affectionate stroke through his hair; it's brief as the touch of his mouth, and ends when he moves to curl his fingers around his bicep. Moving isn't easy, exactly, but it isn't as graceless as it could be, and a few moments later sees him on his knees with his back to Sasuke. )
C'mere.
( He murmurs, although his instruction rendered pointless when he shifts back on the mattress to bring the plush curve of his ass to Sasuke's lap. Intimacy is an unspoken thing between them — something they give in to, yes, but not something they often talk about — and so when Yuri is momentarily struck with the desire to feel close to him? His request is a wordless one, evident in the way he settles his back against the other man's chest.
Like this, the hot ridge of Sasuke's cock slips up to nestle between the slight spread of his cheeks. Yuri's breath catches when it rubs over his entrance, the tease unavoidable in their new position, and more liquid head blossoms in the pit of his stomach as he turns to nose against the line of his jaw.
He wants to be kissed. He wants Sasuke's hand against his heavy belly, wants his cock sunk deep inside his hole, and he wants him to come and come and come until his thighs are streaked with the mess of it. A sigh flutters against his lover's throat as his cock thickens between his legs: )
Fuck me.
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For a moment he indulges, petting Yuri up from his hip and along the heavy curve of his stomach, up his ribs and back down again, letting the request sink into him like slow honey. Then he turns to kiss Yuri over his shoulder, open and slippery. Sasuke isn't talkative to start with, but his own unspooling lust pours through their Synchrony as he kisses blue light into Yuri's mouth.
They're only forced apart when Sasuke pushes back on his knees with a soft huff, bracing himself against Yuri's back with his forehead between his shoulderblades, putting his hand between his legs. It reflects humid warmth into his face, gaze hazily aimed down Yuri's spine as he rubs his cock against his hole — and nudges the head inside with a single easy push. ]
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( Yuri's hand comes up to cradle Sasuke's face as he kisses him, their breath mingling and their tongues flashing as they indulge in that leisurely kiss. As the bond of Synchrony strengthens between them Yuri feels his own lust twine with Sasuke's and reflect back towards him; he moans with it, enjoying the slow, easy stroke of that palm against his body.
Dazed by the time they part, Yuri finds he has to blink against the heaviness in his limbs as Sasuke's forehead settles between his shoulder-blades. This time when his cock nudges at him it's guided by a hand, pushing against him rather than slipping, and lilac eyes squeeze closed as the pressure builds beneath him until—
Ah, ah. There it is.
Yuri is quiet in this. His body clenches around the head of Sasuke's cock as though intent on pulling him in deeper; the stretch is a thick, filling sensation that leaves him hungry for more, and his teeth sink into his lower lip as he drops his head forwards in an attempt to curb his impatience. )
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When his pelvis meets Yuri's ass, sheathing him to the hilt, he groans from low in his gut, a sound that almost seems like relief.
He has a choice, then: to brace around Yuri's four pointed stance and hold himself up with the mattress, or to touch him. Choosing to take Yuri's insistence of not being treated gently, he lets Yuri take his weight and pets his hand across his torso. Once, he would have been able to wrap his arm fully around Yuri's middle, but now he's grown so heavy that Sasuke's palm can only flatten against the curve of his distended belly. A shudder of unfiltered lust crawls down his spine, encouraging him to move - barely sliding out of his channel before using Yuri's stomach to pull him back against his hips when he ruts forward again. ]
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( Yuri's eyes slide closed as the shinobi sinks into his body, pushing deep and filling him out until his pelvis is flush against his ass. There's a delicious moment in which he feels utterly saturated by Sasuke: his cock in his ass, his child in his belly, the press of his face against the smooth plane of his back.
This is what he's been aching for since the last time Sasuke visited with cake and ice cream.
His hole flutters where it's stretched open and glossy around the base of him. This time Yuri's groan is a deep, guttural thing; he drops down to one elbow as he swirls his hips back against the other man's lap, his breath stuttering against his forearm, briefly overwhelmed by the sensation of that pulse of hips against him. The movement is slow — minute, even — but it prolongs that feeling of exquisite fullness and he trembles with bone-deep pleasure as he's pulled back onto another tight thrust. )
Fuck yes.
( Pearl-pink fingertips clench against the comforter as he sinks his teeth into his lower lip, his shoulders rippling as he moves to settle properly on his elbows. )
C'mon, daddy.
( He teases, a breathless chuckle rising to his lips as he spreads his knees a little wider. )
Give it to me.
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The body under him moves, Yuri bracing himself on both forearms and arching his back up in a way that seems devastatingly extreme when his stomach touches the bedspread because of it. Sasuke knows, academically, that it's no more or less from before — but he can feel it when his hand is trapped briefly between his full belly and the comforter. ]
Yuri.
[ It sounds almost like a warning, or a scolding, but Sasuke knows in himself that it comes from a place of lust instead of a place of true admonishment. If he'd really wanted Yuri to quit it, he would have put his foot down harder before, and he doesn't analyze that too closely. Especially now, with the other gembonded squeezing deliciously around his cock and riding back into him insistently. Pulling himself up, his palm sides from his front to the base of his spine, then lower to dig fingers into the warm skin of his seat. Self indulgent, his gaze drops heavy to the sight of his own shaft dragging out of Yuri's channel before punching back in. Repeating. ]
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( Sasuke says his name like that and another bolt of need lances through Yuri, puddling between his legs and throbbing in the now full rise of his cock. His lover isn't particularly talkative at the best of times — especially not when sex and pleasure is involved — but hearing a warning edge in his tone while they're fucking never fails to catch Yuri's breath in the back of his throat. This time, however, he doesn't feel his movements shift to impending punishment, and he grins into his forearm before tossing a little smirk back over his shoulder. )
... Sorry. I can tell how much you hate it.
( If there's a little tease to the lilt of his words? It's because Sasuke is still fucking him good and well for all his scolding, his cock spreading his hole and rubbing in deep with each slap of his hips. Besides, it's been obvious enough for some time that Sasuke likes it — perhaps even likes it a bit too much — and Yuri's cock throbs at the thought of winding him up enough to really earn a telling off.
Some other time, perhaps.
Instead, Yuri lets himself enjoy those slow, luxurious thrusts that Sasuke offers in place of edging him senseless, pearly fluid dripping to the sheets beneath them as he rocks onto his lap as best he can. )
Can I touch myself?
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It does nothing at all to dull how good it feels. The part of Sasuke that enjoys control actually gets a thrill from it. Yuri's pleasure relies entirely on him, what he can give him, and what he chooses to hold back. ]
Manners.
[ He grunts, instead of an outright no, which he'd considered. It's mild as far as punishment goes, especially when Sasuke doesn't care much about manners to begin with — turning the interaction into something of a game, or a challenge. One of them will have to cave first, and Sasuke intends for Yuri to be the one to do it this time. He jerks his hips forward, punctuating the demand by shoving himself in hard enough to knock Yuri an inch or so up against the mattress. ]
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( As Yuri's pregnancy has progressed, he's finding himself caving before Sasuke with increasing frequency. He can't quite put a finger on why that is — yet another oddity that he's chalking up to the new hormones flowing around his body — but there are times when they're fucking that he simply can't bear to feel Sasuke holding back. He wants all of him, all of him, and to he withheld that as punishment makes his head spin, and he's grateful that he hasn't seen fit to flat-out deny him this time.
Truly, Sasuke has turned the dispensation of small mercies into an art form. )
... Please.
( Yuri groans low in his throat as he pitches forwards up the bed. He twists the sheets in his hands, the wet slick of his channel clenching hard around Sasuke's cock, and shivers visibly as he forces himself to keep his palms put for the time being. )
Please, Sasuke, can I touch myself.
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Like how effective Yuri keening please into the mattress is, twisting the sheets around his fingers like only Sasuke could possibly be the one to make things better. A hot flush goes through him, making his face hot, making the fist of molten arousal in his abdomen tighten. His weight shifts on his knees, Sasuke leaning forward just enough that his hair falls in dark curtains around his face. ]
If you can still reach.
[ It's meant to be a taunt, but Sasuke finds he only stokes his own lust by inserting the reminder of Yuri's changed body between them. The fact that he is bigger, doesn't have the same maneuverability, and it's all because of the act they're currently engaged in. He hisses, pumping himself with purpose into the wet suck of Yuri's slick body, inexplicably excited by the phantom idea that it could happen again. ]
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( Yuri tries. The moment the words leave his lips, Yuri tries. One hand slips down the sheets to where there'd once been a hot space between his belly and the mattress, only to find that the heavy weight of his pregnancy neatly prevents him from getting his hand any further beneath himself. Yuri struggles for the few moments it takes his mind to catch up with why he can't reach his cock, then shivers as the head of Sasuke's dick glances close to that spot inside him. )
Fuck.
( It's a shaky, bitten-off cuss, and for a moment he's glad to be facing away from the shinobi to hide the flush of colour settling in his cheeks. )
I can't. It's not— I can't reach.
( Yuri reaches behind himself for his lover's knee, his thigh, anything he can grab to indicate that he'd like to be listened to for a moment. )
Let's move, Sunshine, c'mon.
( On his side, perhaps, with an ankle propped up on Sasuke's shoulder? On his side with Sasuke spooned behind him? Seiros, anything to be able to take himself in hand and push himself to orgasm that bit faster. )