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tj_dragonbladeTitle: Intentions and Intoxications
Author: TJ Dragonblade
Fandom: Naruto
Pairing: YamaSai
Rated: Explicit/18+
Word Count: ~6000
Warnings: M/M. Explicit sex.
Notes: Part two of three--herein lies almost nothing but porn. Part 1 is here on LJ. Complete fic is here.I'm still working on part 3 but aim to have it finished by the end of the year. Hopefully sooner, but don't hold me to that. ^_^;;
Setting: Sometime after current events.
Summary: Yamato thinks his attraction to Sai inappropriate. Sai has other ideas. Alcohol is a convenient enabler.
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wood_and_ink ~ chuunin ~ narutoyaoi
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They are Shinobi of the Hidden Leaf and ANBU at that; slipping away from the festival unnoticed to return to their guest lodgings in haste is entirely too easy.
Yamato's mind is abuzz with anticipation as they leap unerringly from rooftop to foreign rooftop; the distance is brief and it's a mere moment later that finds him dropping silently through the window of his room, Sai directly on his heels.
As soon as the window is warded and trapped Sai is back in his arms and leaning up to kiss him, and Yamato's hands find their way to cup Sai's face, fingers tangling together at the nape of his neck. He kisses Sai fiercely, deep and wet and thorough, eventually sliding his hands up through the thick silk of Sai's hair and lifting his hitai-ate away, letting it fall to the floor with a soft 'clunk' of metal on wood. He draws down the zipper on Sai's shirt and skims both shirt and jacket back from Sai's shoulders; Sai lets them slide down his arms and off and the weight of his tantou clatters against the floor in turn. His gloves fall after without a sound. Following Yamato's lead, Sai opens Yamato's flak vest and pushes it back, skims his bare hands up under the shirt beneath. Yamato breaks the kiss to shrug out of his vest and grasps the shirt, pulling it up and off over his head, bringing his face guard with it.
He pulls Sai in again, kisses him again, runs his hands over all that bare skin and presses it close against his own. Sai is warm in his arms, all smooth soft skin and lean hard muscle, and letting himself touch everything that Sai displays on a regular basis at last is downright heady. Sai's slender fingers are skating through the hair on Yamato's chest and Yamato finally brings his own hands to rest where Sai's ribs curve around to his back, tearing himself away from Sai's mouth with effort.
He rests his bare forehead against Sai's, catching his breath, and makes one last ditch effort at responsibility.
"Sai. Are you sure you want this?"
Sai tilts his head, places a tiny kiss at one corner of Yamato's mouth. "Yes."
That sober little bit of Yamato's mind is still prattling on about all the reasons he should refrain, but Yamato is only human. He's wanted this forever and his strength is not limitless, especially not when he's somewhat intoxicated and Sai is half-naked in his arms and Sai's hands are moving warm over his skin like a blind man trying to learn his shape.
Slowly, gently, he moves his hands down Sai's body, to his hips, and in to where Sai's belt fastens. He keeps his forehead pressed to Sai's, keeps his eyes fixed on Sai's unwavering gaze, and very slowly opens the belt, then the button beneath it, then draws the zip down. Sai's hands have grown still on his arms, and Sai has not blinked, and when Yamato gently slides his hand inside Sai's open trousers, inside his underwear, Sai's eyelids flutter and his breath pauses in his throat.
Yamato's pulse is loud in his ears as he touches Sai's cock, curves his fingers around it; it is warm and hard in his hand and he can't help stroking it, just a little, as he tilts his head to kiss Sai again. Sai grips him tightly, lips parting; Yamato lingers over it, savors it, the pleasure of licking into Sai's mouth with Sai's cock in his hand, before breaking away and moving both hands to grasp the open edges of Sai's pants. "Take these off," he murmurs, peeling them down Sai's hips a little way, and Sai takes over, stripping off his thigh holster and weapons pouch and sandals along the way. Yamato quickly does the same for himself, and then he's maneuvering toward the bed while still kissing Sai--naked Sai, who is kissing him back, touching him without hesitation--
Naked Sai, who wants to have sex with him.
He curses his lack of forethought quite suddenly; there are things they need for the manner of sex he suspects that Sai wants, and they're not things he's in the habit of carrying along on missions.
He broaches the topic as they fetch up naked against one another on the bed. "I wasn't exactly prepared for this, tonight, but...um." The intensity in Sai's dark eyes is incredibly distracting and Yamato's lingering inebriation does nothing to help untangle his tongue. "But since you--we can--well, there're lots of ways to have sex..."
"Yes," Sai agrees, "but I want you to put your penis inside me."
Yamato's dick surges at that declaration, perfectly willing to comply despite the lack of necessities; something about the blunt, clinical way Sai says it pushes his buttons in a way he never would have imagined.
"We're not--" It takes genuine effort to say it. "We're not doing that, not intercourse, not without--we need things. Lube, at the very least."
"But I do have lubricant, and condoms as well." Sai slides off the bed and goes for his discarded clothes, returning in seconds to present Yamato with a small bottle and a square foil packet.
It fleetingly occurs to Yamato that he ought to wonder why Sai has these things stashed in his weapons pouch, but the easy resolution they present pushes the thought far from his conscious mind.
"...Alright then," he says, for lack of anything better, and grins a little, part keyed-up nerves and part eager anticipation. He sets Sai's offerings aside and draws Sai by the hand back onto the bed, down into his arms, then rolls so that Sai is underneath him and spends a long moment more kissing him avidly and relishing the heat of Sai's naked skin against his own, the way Sai's fingers flex and press against his arms.
Sai's cock is nestled against his hip, hard and warm, and Yamato moves his knee and thigh lightly, rhythmically between Sai's legs just a little, just enough, while he takes his fill of Sai's pretty mouth. At last he lifts away, gently tips Sai's head back and presses his mouth to Sai's throat, drags it down and over to the strong pulse in Sai's neck, moves to the join of Sai's clavicles and keeps working his way down. Licking his way across Sai's stomach has frequently played some part in those scenarios he tries not to let himself imagine, and finally getting to do it is terribly gratifying.
Moving down beyond the invisible line where his pants usually sit is even better.
Sai raises up to his elbows as Yamato mouths at the muscled contours of his groin, kisses the tops of his thighs; Yamato catches his gaze and moves lower, drawing the tip of his tongue slowly up the underside of Sai's cock.
Sai shivers minutely, and his stomach contracts just a little; Yamato does it again, delicately, and Sai blinks a fluttery blink. He spreads his legs wider, raises his knees a bit, and Yamato hears Sai's quick little intake of breath when he closes his lips over the head of Sai's cock. He glances back up and finds Sai gazing at him and what he's doing intently; it sends a little thrill of heat through him and he pulls back the foreskin and runs his tongue around the exposed flesh in his mouth. He slides further down on Sai's shaft and back up a few times, then pulls off and tilts his head to drag open lips sideways along the length of it, tongue flicking and curling out along the way. He teases at the little seam of flesh on the underside of the head, licks gently across the slit, and then takes Sai properly back into his mouth again.
Sai watches it all, chest rising and falling in short quick breaths, and doesn't make a sound.
It occurs to Yamato then, with Sai's cock in his mouth and Sai's eyes boring into his, that this sort of activity was probably not encouraged in Root, and that Sai hasn't really been on the outside all that long by comparison.
His brain chooses then to point out that Sai had initially kissed like he didn't quite know what he was doing, also; Yamato slides his mouth off of Sai with a long languid lick and draws back to ask what he probably should have asked in the beginning.
"Sai, have you ever...well, done this before? Any of this?"
He's sure he knows what the answer will be even before Sai says it.
"No, but I have read many books on the subject. I'm fairly certain that I know what I should expect."
Of course. Yamato gives himself a mental slap to the forehead for not realizing it sooner. In fact, Sai's entire ambush tonight--the kissing, the touching, the climbing-in-Yamato's-lap and the whispering-in-Yamato's-ear and such--had all probably been picked out of some book or other; Sai uses little else as a frame of reference for interpersonal behavior of any sort.
But at least that answers the question of why Sai has propositioned him; he's probably ready to move from research to practical application and, on account of those 'tells' he'd mentioned, deduced that Yamato would be willing to assist.
Part of Yamato--the sentimental part--is somewhat let down, but the rest of him insists it's for the best and that he should get on with it in any case.
He smiles up at Sai, friendly, reassuring. "Okay. I'll take it slow, and you tell me if I do anything that surprises you, alright?"
"Yes, Taichou."
Responsibility for Sai's virginity settles heavy on his shoulders, along with a soft thrill at the idea that Sai has come to him for this, not anyone else.
There's that snide little voice in his head again suggesting that Sai's first time shouldn't be with his somewhat-drunken squad captain who's nearly ten years his senior, but the cocktail of alcohol and arousal in Yamato's blood makes it blessedly easy to ignore. The pragmatic part of him suspects that voice will come back to haunt him when he's sober, but right now all that matters is doing whatever Sai wants, because Sai wants it.
He licks another slow line up Sai's cock and murmurs, "Hand me the lube."
Sai doesn't really react when Yamato gently slides a slick finger into him, nor when he kisses the head of Sai's erection while carefully twisting that finger around. Yamato proceeds with caution anyway, licking Sai's cock and pressing a little bit deeper, working his finger from side to side. He draws out, adds more lube, and tries two fingers, still careful; when Sai shifts marginally, Yamato takes Sai back into his mouth and continues to stroke him gently from the inside.
He wonders, after a couple of minutes with minimal response, if Sai is really that quick to adapt, and his cock twitches with the desire to hurry things along at the thought. He reins in his libido and has to remind himself that Sai still isn't very good at being expressive, so he ought to ask.
He stills his fingers, slides his mouth off of Sai's cock and looks up. "How are you doing?"
Sai regards him blankly, and Yamato realizes the question is probably a little too abstract so he rephrases. "What I'm doing to you--how does it feel?"
Sai blinks down at him, face serious. "Your mouth feels pleasant. Your fingers aren't very comfortable, but I can handle pain far worse than this--"
Yamato is shaking his head and fending off his bruised ego and gently pulling his fingers free. "I'm sure you can, but this isn't about pain resistance. If you're blocking out the sensation now, you'll probably end up blocking out the pleasure too. Try not to use your training here; you have to let yourself feel it so that your body will adapt and relax."
"Alright." Obviously whatever books he'd read weren't written with ex-Root operatives in mind.
"Once you get to that point, it should feel much better. And if it doesn't, we're not doing this. There's no point in having sex if it doesn't feel good."
"But I want to share an intimate bond with you, even if it does hurt."
It's an odd phrase, but Sai is an odd young man, and Yamato shakes his head again without giving the phrase much thought. "We can have an intimate bond without having sex this way," he says gently, though his libido protests with mighty alarm, "or without having sex at all."
The corners of Sai's mouth turn down marginally in a thoughtful frown. "I have read that as well, but..." Yamato can see the thoughts trying to make their way to words behind the crease in Sai's forehead. "Anal penetration...seems more intimate than the other types of sex I researched, and I am...curious, to know how it feels when it turns good."
Yamato's libido is very pathetically grateful and he smothers it with an internal eyeroll under a firm layering of patience. "Do you want to try again, then?"
"Yes."
"Alright. But if it doesn't turn good, tell me. Don't tough it out. Some guys just don't enjoy that kind of stimulation, and like I said--there are many ways we can do this." Yamato has no idea if Sai is gay, straight or what-have-you, and realizes very belatedly that quite possibly Sai doesn't either. No time like the present to start exploring the options, though. He gives Sai a little smile, equal parts reassurance and encouragement. "Try to keep letting yourself react, too--this isn't an interrogation chamber where any little response will be used against you, and if you can express what you feel, it helps me know if I'm doing things right for you."
"I will try."
And that's all Yamato can ask, really.
Yamato carefully slides one finger back in and starts over. He moves it gently, side to side and around in a circle, encouraging the muscles to relax, telling himself slowly, slowly. "How's that?"
"It's...odd." Sai's voice is neutral.
"Mm. Does it hurt?"
"...No."
"Good. Tell me if it does, okay?"
Sai jerks a nod but otherwise remains very still, breathing evenly, and Yamato continues to probe him gently. "Still fine?" he asks after a moment and when Sai nods again, he slides the second finger back in. He works them carefully, slowly, thoroughly around, taking his time and watching Sai for any hint of discomfort.
Sai gazes back down at him, head slightly tilted and lips barely parted, and Yamato presses one kiss, then another and another to the inside of his thigh. Something about Sai watching him like that is terribly arousing, especially on top of the anticipation and the headiness of finally doing things he's wanted to do for far too long.
"How does it feel now?" he asks, after another moment or two has passed.
"It still feels odd, but it's growing...somewhat pleasant," Sai says, blinking down at him.
"Good." Yamato smiles up at him and keeps going, letting his tongue wander wetly up and down the length of Sai's shaft now while he works. The taste of it makes his own cock that much harder and he shifts against the mattress, against the faint stimulus of the bedclothes; he presses his fingers in deep, carefully angling for Sai's prostate, and slides his mouth over Sai's cock properly again, going down with eager relish.
At last, when Sai's body feels pliant and unresisting and Sai's breathing has gone fast and light, hitching slightly every time Yamato's tongue moves against his cock, Yamato pulls his fingers out and his mouth off and rises up, drawing his knees underneath him and sitting back on his heels. "Alright. That should do it."
Sai blinks, shivers minutely, but nods and reaches to hand Yamato the condom; he pauses then, almost imperceptibly, and glances down to where Yamato's erection is bobbing at the ready.
"Your penis is much bigger than your fingers, Taichou."
Sai says it without any hint of trepidation, but Yamato figures the emotion is probably there on at least a subconscious level if Sai felt the need to say it at all, and a little reassurance certainly isn't going to hurt things.
"I know. I promise I'll be gentle, and if we take it slow and do it right it should feel good very quickly. If it doesn't, I'll stop."
Sai nods, and Yamato tears the condom open and rolls it on, swiftly but carefully, and lubes it up as well. His cock is hard and ready and urging him to get on with things, but he's not about to give it free rein.
He helps Sai get straightened out on the bed and crawls between Sai's splayed legs again, leaning over him and bringing their hips into alignment.
"Are you ready?" he asks, one hand on the mattress beside Sai's torso, the other guiding his cock into position as Sai's knees come up to let him in.
"Yes, Taichou," Sai says, and for all that Yamato hears that phrase on a regular basis on every mission, it still sends a little jolt of lust down his spine.
He presses into Sai gently, one long, gliding, fluid push, and abruptly Sai is panting beneath him, head curving up off the bed and sweat dampening his skin. His fingers grip Yamato's biceps, digging in, and Yamato pauses as he becomes fully seated. He flexes inside of Sai to help him adjust, surprised and slightly worried at having elicited that much of a reaction. "Are you alright?"
Sai nods and draws in a shuddering breath, his grip easing. "It's...I don't know how to describe it--"
"Intense?" It's the word Yamato finds most appropriate.
"...Yes," Sai breathes, letting his head fall back to the bed and blinking up at Yamato. "It's...intense, and--and--" He shivers. "Taichou--"
Yamato interrupts, mesmerized. "You don't have to call me that here, you know."
"Yamato," Sai says then, and it sounds like discovery and uncertainty and overwhelming newness all in one.
Yamato stares down at him, pale naked skin and dark eyes and ripe mouth and inky hair tousled on the pillow, and realizes all over again how very badly he wants this and how long he's been denying it. He leans down, moves a hand to Sai's thigh and grips gently, guiding it to wrap behind him. He hovers over Sai's slack mouth, kisses Sai's bottom lip once, twice, runs the tip of his tongue softly along Sai's upper lip and then licks delicately into the warm space between them. Sai shivers, exhales, and his tongue meets Yamato's with the budding confidence of new familiarity; he pulls Yamato down, moves his other leg to wrap behind Yamato and his hips flex, shifting.
Yamato moves, very gently, helping Sai to acclimate. "Tell me if it isn't good," he murmurs into Sai's cheek, and Sai jerks a short nod in acknowledgment. Yamato pushes back up and braces himself on both hands, the better to control his slow thrusts, the better to see Sai's face and whatever response he might show. Sai's hands slide back to Yamato's biceps, smoothing up and down their length, grasping gently; his eyes are trained on Yamato's face, dark and intent and oh, god, trusting--
Yamato maintains his pace, slow and gentle, and it's easier than he would have thought when he focuses on the steady flow of Sai's breath and the minute twitching in Sai's fingers and the throb of Sai's pulse just barely visible in his throat. It's not unlike meditation, he thinks, measured and even, drawing out, pressing in, drawing out, pressing in; out, in, out, in, subsuming himself in the smooth careful cadence until there is no resistance in Sai's body anymore. Yamato focuses on the feel of him, the grasp of his body tight and close and warm through the thin layer of the condom, and closes his eyes for just a moment.
It's good, it's so good, not exactly what he's ever imagined but so much better just because it's real.
He opens his eyes again, gives Sai's serious face a little smile; he shifts, lowers himself to his elbows, keeps the pace slow. Sai's hands are fairly slack on his arms now, and Sai's body is pliant and welcoming, and Yamato gradually starts thrusting a little harder. He sets a steady rhythm, slow and heavy, and carefully gauges Sai's minute reactions--Sai's dark gaze is heavy-lidded and his full lips are barely parted, and his breath grows a little more shallow each time Yamato pushes into him.
He is beautiful, and Yamato aches to have him even as the slow hard pleasure curls up his spine and steals his breath.
"Good?" Yamato manages, and Sai dips his chin in another quick nod.
"Yes." His voice is quiet and steady.
Yamato reaches up, draws aside the hair falling over Sai's forehead and directs it behind his ear--a tender gesture that he has no idea if Sai will understand as such--and kisses him gently again. Sai's arms curve up around his back, holding him close, and Yamato kisses him deeper, ignoring the little voice in the back of his head that cautions him not to be investing too much emotion in this.
He maintains his careful, heavy rhythm and breaks the kiss eventually, catching Sai's bottom lip lightly between his teeth and pulling gently before he lets it go. He brushes his lips over Sai's cheek, down to the lobe of his ear, and moves to the side of his neck, biting gently over the pulse point there and suckling at the skin before moving on. He nuzzles up under Sai's jaw and kisses his throat, nibbles at it, sucks a spectacular bruise into existence, and Sai's breath hitches slightly above him.
And finally, the warm intensity and languid pleasure of this slow pace is too much to take and he lifts himself, draws Sai's arms gently from around him and pins his hands to the bed, grip tightly interlaced through Sai's slack fingers.
Sai gazes up at him, impassive, but there is a spark of something deep in his eyes that looks almost like anticipation.
"Tell me if you need me to stop, okay?"
"I don't want you to stop."
He would be exasperated if those six little words hadn't stroked his ego so nicely on their way straight down to his dick, and he fights to keep the fond amusement from overtaking his tone. "It's going to be a bit more vigorous from here on out, and I need you to tell me if you stop enjoying it. That's an order, alright?" He says it very gently, but he's deadly serious and Sai knows it.
"Alright," Sai agrees, and Yamato knows that he will, because ingrained obedience is one of those things that Sai can't quite shake from his upbringing in Root.
He starts moving again, slow and heavy like they've just done, and gradually begins to allow himself a little more--a little faster, a little harder, a little deeper, feeling the pleasure wash through him and working to angle himself right so that it feels just as good for Sai, too. He's soon sweating, and panting a little, and Sai doesn't really give him very much in the way of feedback but that's okay, it's okay because as much as his fantasies usually feature a Sai who writhes and moans and sobs his name he knows Sai's never done this before, probably doesn't know what the standard reactive behavior is, and Yamato trusts him to speak up if he's not enjoying it.
He closes his eyes, briefly, and thrusts harder, faster, pumping in earnest as need builds deep inside; he opens them again, completely enthralled by the reality of Sai pinned there beneath him.
Sai's legs are tense around his hips, now, gripping tightly, and his eyes are almost wide; his lips are parted, and his soft breaths are coming short and fast. Sai's nipples are small and dark and tautly pebbled and Yamato can see gooseflesh rising all along Sai's arms and when he glances down he can see that Sai's cock is fairly hard where it lays along his stomach; all the little signs indicate that Sai is feeling pleasure and Yamato refuses to be disappointed if Sai doesn't emote the things he's used to seeing in a lover's face because it's Sai, who doesn't know how, and Sai, whom he's wanted for so long--
"Oh, god, Sai--"
Sai curls his fingers, slack until now, against the backs of Yamato's hands, clutching at the grip that pins him down.
Yamato doesn't think he's ever wanted anyone more in his life than he wants Sai right now.
Abruptly he stops, rolls them over and arranges Sai astride him, bracing Sai's hands on his shoulders; he brings his knees up to spread wide behind Sai and plants his feet, runs his hands down Sai's body until he's firmly gripping Sai's ass and starts pumping up into him from below.
Sai is staring down at him, eyes fixed and intent and drowning deep and Yamato is caught fast by their strength and oh, god, it is ten times more erotic than if Sai was emoting his pleasure the way other people do. And then Sai's hips start moving in tentative counterpoint to his, and Yamato feels his control starting to slip and holds onto it for all he's worth, because Sai is panting shallowly and grinding in his lap each time Yamato thrusts home and his eyes are still locked to Yamato's and it is so intense that Yamato can hardly breathe.
He takes it for as long as he can, pumping his hips up while Sai rolls his in careful tandem and Sai's nails are digging into his shoulders and he's probably leaving marks of his own on Sai's ass but it's worth it, it's worth it, because Sai is responding and Sai is participating, not just passively taking it and Sai wants it, wants him--
"Oh, god, Sai--Sai--!" He arches his head back against the mattress, groans Sai's name again, tries not to let the pleasure overwhelm him when Sai grinds down on him harder, deeper with every thrust.
It's too much, too much, it's beautiful but it's too much; Yamato wraps an arm around Sai's hips, scoots them awkwardly up and back into the pillows, firmly braced and only partially reclined, and pulls Sai down closer. He bites at Sai's throat, sucking hard on the pale skin to mark him, here and there and there again and Sai tips his head back to allow it; Yamato leaves off with a fierce groan and wraps his arms tight around Sai's waist, holding him still and pumping up into him fast and hard. Sai's knees are splayed wide to either side of him and Sai wraps his arms around Yamato's shoulders and buries his face against Yamato's neck, breathing open-mouthed and hard and fast, disheveled strands of his hair sticking to the sweat on Yamato's skin. Sai's cock is stiff and hot against his stomach and Sai's breath is moist and hot against his throat and Yamato can't stop now, can't slow down as pleasure twists and surges like wild chakra in the pit of his belly.
It builds and rises with every stroke of his cock inside Sai, and Yamato can tell he's not going to last much longer at all but it can't be helped and he lets himself slip the leash, clutching Sai close in a desperate embrace and pumping into him with everything he's got until finally his pleasure swells and crests and crashes down over him and he comes with a choking groan, feeling it pulsing out of him deep in the warm grip of Sai's body.
Sai's breathing comes under control much faster than Yamato's, and he lifts his head to regard Yamato with that dark, fathomless stare.
"Not done yet," Yamato assures him, panting, not letting go his hold around Sai's waist. "Just...oh, god...just give me a second."
Aftershocks of pleasure are still fizzing through his nervous system, and his head is still swimming, and when Sai shifts slightly on his quickly-becoming-over-sensitized cock it makes him jerk.
"Aah--"
Sai regards him carefully, and then he clenches around Yamato while flexing his hips, and it is pleasure so sharp that it hurts and Yamato groans. He can hardly tell the pleasure from the discomfort in the sound himself, and Sai does it again and Yamato gasps.
"Sai, stop, for god's sake--" He seizes Sai by the hips and lifts, pulling out as swiftly but carefully as he can.
Sai shifts his weight to his knees, drawing back. "Was I hurting you?"
Yamato shakes his head. "It's too much," he says, which isn't much in the way of explanation but it's all he can manage. Afterglow is warm under his skin and he's a little light-headed from the sweet rush of release, but Sai hasn't come yet and Yamato is itching to get him off properly.
He helps Sai dismount completely and grabs a couple tissues from the bedside table, carefully pulls off the condom and wipes off his softening cock, then wads it all together and lobs it into the nearby wastebasket.
"Alright," he says, still catching his breath a little, and reaches for Sai again. "Come here."
Leaning back into the pillows, he pulls Sai into his lap, Sai's back to his chest, and nips gently at the lobe of Sai's ear. "Spread your legs," he breathes, sliding his hands to Sai's hips. "Bring your knees up...there, like that, yes." He caresses Sai's inner thighs, smooths them a little further open, plants small kisses where Sai's neck meets his shoulder; he fumbles one-handed for the lube on the bedside table and squeezes some into his other palm.
Setting it aside, he brings his empty hand to rest against the flat of Sai's stomach and takes Sai's stiff cock in the other, slick and cool. Sai's head tips back over his shoulder, and Sai's chest moves with an indrawn breath; Yamato murmurs at his ear again, "Hold on to me," and then he is stroking Sai's cock.
Sai goes tense in his arms, silent but for his rapid breaths, and Yamato mouths at his neck and licks at his ear and strokes his cock with ardent abandon. Sai presses back into him, legs jerking, and his breathing grows heavier; he clutches at Yamato's arm around his waist with one hand while the other sort of clenches against his knee like he's not sure what to do with it. Yamato keeps stroking but nudges that arm gently with his elbow. "Put your hand on the back of my head," he says, softly, just beside Sai's ear; when Sai complies, reaching back and grasping tentatively at his hair, Yamato shivers. "Yes, like that," he encourages, and takes Sai's earlobe between his teeth, teasing at it with the tip of his tongue while his hand squeezes and slides a little faster over the length of Sai's erection.
Sai's breathing is rapid, shallow, and his hand flexes in Yamato's hair, agitated. "Grip as tight as you need to," Yamato tells him, a bit breathless himself. "I don't mind a little pulling--" Sai's hand clenches sharply and Yamato groans, shivering again as he pulls Sai just a little closer against him. He latches on to Sai's neck, biting and sucking; he's sure to leave another spectacular bruise but he can't really seem to control himself. He keeps his pace fast and steady, rotates his wrist, twisting as he strokes and curling his forefinger wet and slick over the head with each pass; he wants to make this so good for Sai, so good--
"Good?" he purrs, lips brushing Sai's earlobe.
Sai is panting, clutching him hard, body tense and damp with sweat and shaking. "Yes, Yamato-taichou," he gasps, head arching back over Yamato's shoulder again. "It's--I--I don't--"
Yamato feels an inimitable sense of victory at that, when Sai has been so controlled all night, and tightens his arm around Sai's waist. "Let it happen, Sai, let go, let me do this for you," he murmurs, feeling the tremors that herald the onset of climax rippling through his young teammate, and wonders suddenly if Sai has even had an orgasm before. It seems a little late to ask, but just in case--
"Trust me," he whispers at Sai's ear, softly, soothing, and hooks his toes under Sai's ankles to pull Sai's legs just that much farther open. Sai shakes, gasping, clutching the back of Yamato's hair and Yamato's arm at his stomach; Yamato kisses his earlobe, the corner of his jaw, keeps up the swift and steady stroking, holding Sai tight and so, so close as he brings him up to the precipice and tips him over.
Sai is beautiful when he comes, arched back and trembling, breath caught silent in his throat. His semen arcs and spatters on his stomach, on Yamato's hand there, pulses over Yamato's fingers still grasping his cock, and then Sai slumps against him, breathing hard, limp and damp and shivering as the aftershocks flow through him.
Yamato holds him, rocks him back and forth a little, presses soft kisses against his hair, the side of his face, the shell of his ear, and knows in the back of his mind beneath all the endorphines running loose that he had better imprint this now for all he's worth, because he can't let it happen again.
"Yamato-taichou," Sai says then, quietly, nearly a sigh. His hand slides bonelessly out of Yamato's hair, falls loose in his lap, and he turns his head lazily to brush his lips across Yamato's cheek. "I...oh." His eyes close and he leans his head back against Yamato's shoulder again, and the tiny smile he wears is beautifully genuine.
Something clenches in Yamato's gut while something else melts in his heart and he sits forward, unwinds himself from Sai with reluctance. All the 'must nots' and 'shouldn't haves' are trying to rise up again as the afterglow fades and he really does not want to listen to them right now.
The tissues are still on the bedside table, and he cleans Sai gently of both lube and semen, front and back; when he's finished, Sai touches his face, blinking up at him sated and drowsy. "Should I return to my own room now?" he asks, like verifying the next step in a set of instructions, and Yamato knows he should say yes and start distancing himself right away, never mind what he really wants, because this was only a demonstration, no strings attached, and they honestly shouldn't have done it in the first place.
"I...please stay," he says instead, perfectly still while Sai traces the hollow of his cheek with light fingertips.
Sai smiles at him, barely a curving of lips, tiny and understated and real; Yamato feels that melting in his heart again, just a little, and realizes that it's already far too late to be worrying about attachment.
Yamato catches Sai's hand as it trails down to his jaw and kisses the palm, then lays it in Sai's lap and kisses Sai's forehead and excuses himself to the toilet.
He stares at his face in the mirror, after, and knows that he will berate himself in the morning, will have regrets long after that; but tonight he is tired, and sated, and still a bit drunk, and Sai is all but asleep in his bed when he returns.
Yamato slides in behind him with a murmur of reassurance, spoons against the curve of Sai's back and tucks his face into Sai's hair, and falls asleep with the scent of Sai and sex warm in his senses.
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Started: 1/28/11
Drafted: Still unfinished
Posted (2): 9/14/12
Update: Part 3
Author: TJ Dragonblade
Fandom: Naruto
Pairing: YamaSai
Rated: Explicit/18+
Word Count: ~6000
Warnings: M/M. Explicit sex.
Notes: Part two of three--herein lies almost nothing but porn. Part 1 is here on LJ. Complete fic is here.
Setting: Sometime after current events.
Summary: Yamato thinks his attraction to Sai inappropriate. Sai has other ideas. Alcohol is a convenient enabler.
Crossposted:
wood_and_ink ~ chuunin ~ narutoyaoi(On AO3)
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They are Shinobi of the Hidden Leaf and ANBU at that; slipping away from the festival unnoticed to return to their guest lodgings in haste is entirely too easy.
Yamato's mind is abuzz with anticipation as they leap unerringly from rooftop to foreign rooftop; the distance is brief and it's a mere moment later that finds him dropping silently through the window of his room, Sai directly on his heels.
As soon as the window is warded and trapped Sai is back in his arms and leaning up to kiss him, and Yamato's hands find their way to cup Sai's face, fingers tangling together at the nape of his neck. He kisses Sai fiercely, deep and wet and thorough, eventually sliding his hands up through the thick silk of Sai's hair and lifting his hitai-ate away, letting it fall to the floor with a soft 'clunk' of metal on wood. He draws down the zipper on Sai's shirt and skims both shirt and jacket back from Sai's shoulders; Sai lets them slide down his arms and off and the weight of his tantou clatters against the floor in turn. His gloves fall after without a sound. Following Yamato's lead, Sai opens Yamato's flak vest and pushes it back, skims his bare hands up under the shirt beneath. Yamato breaks the kiss to shrug out of his vest and grasps the shirt, pulling it up and off over his head, bringing his face guard with it.
He pulls Sai in again, kisses him again, runs his hands over all that bare skin and presses it close against his own. Sai is warm in his arms, all smooth soft skin and lean hard muscle, and letting himself touch everything that Sai displays on a regular basis at last is downright heady. Sai's slender fingers are skating through the hair on Yamato's chest and Yamato finally brings his own hands to rest where Sai's ribs curve around to his back, tearing himself away from Sai's mouth with effort.
He rests his bare forehead against Sai's, catching his breath, and makes one last ditch effort at responsibility.
"Sai. Are you sure you want this?"
Sai tilts his head, places a tiny kiss at one corner of Yamato's mouth. "Yes."
That sober little bit of Yamato's mind is still prattling on about all the reasons he should refrain, but Yamato is only human. He's wanted this forever and his strength is not limitless, especially not when he's somewhat intoxicated and Sai is half-naked in his arms and Sai's hands are moving warm over his skin like a blind man trying to learn his shape.
Slowly, gently, he moves his hands down Sai's body, to his hips, and in to where Sai's belt fastens. He keeps his forehead pressed to Sai's, keeps his eyes fixed on Sai's unwavering gaze, and very slowly opens the belt, then the button beneath it, then draws the zip down. Sai's hands have grown still on his arms, and Sai has not blinked, and when Yamato gently slides his hand inside Sai's open trousers, inside his underwear, Sai's eyelids flutter and his breath pauses in his throat.
Yamato's pulse is loud in his ears as he touches Sai's cock, curves his fingers around it; it is warm and hard in his hand and he can't help stroking it, just a little, as he tilts his head to kiss Sai again. Sai grips him tightly, lips parting; Yamato lingers over it, savors it, the pleasure of licking into Sai's mouth with Sai's cock in his hand, before breaking away and moving both hands to grasp the open edges of Sai's pants. "Take these off," he murmurs, peeling them down Sai's hips a little way, and Sai takes over, stripping off his thigh holster and weapons pouch and sandals along the way. Yamato quickly does the same for himself, and then he's maneuvering toward the bed while still kissing Sai--naked Sai, who is kissing him back, touching him without hesitation--
Naked Sai, who wants to have sex with him.
He curses his lack of forethought quite suddenly; there are things they need for the manner of sex he suspects that Sai wants, and they're not things he's in the habit of carrying along on missions.
He broaches the topic as they fetch up naked against one another on the bed. "I wasn't exactly prepared for this, tonight, but...um." The intensity in Sai's dark eyes is incredibly distracting and Yamato's lingering inebriation does nothing to help untangle his tongue. "But since you--we can--well, there're lots of ways to have sex..."
"Yes," Sai agrees, "but I want you to put your penis inside me."
Yamato's dick surges at that declaration, perfectly willing to comply despite the lack of necessities; something about the blunt, clinical way Sai says it pushes his buttons in a way he never would have imagined.
"We're not--" It takes genuine effort to say it. "We're not doing that, not intercourse, not without--we need things. Lube, at the very least."
"But I do have lubricant, and condoms as well." Sai slides off the bed and goes for his discarded clothes, returning in seconds to present Yamato with a small bottle and a square foil packet.
It fleetingly occurs to Yamato that he ought to wonder why Sai has these things stashed in his weapons pouch, but the easy resolution they present pushes the thought far from his conscious mind.
"...Alright then," he says, for lack of anything better, and grins a little, part keyed-up nerves and part eager anticipation. He sets Sai's offerings aside and draws Sai by the hand back onto the bed, down into his arms, then rolls so that Sai is underneath him and spends a long moment more kissing him avidly and relishing the heat of Sai's naked skin against his own, the way Sai's fingers flex and press against his arms.
Sai's cock is nestled against his hip, hard and warm, and Yamato moves his knee and thigh lightly, rhythmically between Sai's legs just a little, just enough, while he takes his fill of Sai's pretty mouth. At last he lifts away, gently tips Sai's head back and presses his mouth to Sai's throat, drags it down and over to the strong pulse in Sai's neck, moves to the join of Sai's clavicles and keeps working his way down. Licking his way across Sai's stomach has frequently played some part in those scenarios he tries not to let himself imagine, and finally getting to do it is terribly gratifying.
Moving down beyond the invisible line where his pants usually sit is even better.
Sai raises up to his elbows as Yamato mouths at the muscled contours of his groin, kisses the tops of his thighs; Yamato catches his gaze and moves lower, drawing the tip of his tongue slowly up the underside of Sai's cock.
Sai shivers minutely, and his stomach contracts just a little; Yamato does it again, delicately, and Sai blinks a fluttery blink. He spreads his legs wider, raises his knees a bit, and Yamato hears Sai's quick little intake of breath when he closes his lips over the head of Sai's cock. He glances back up and finds Sai gazing at him and what he's doing intently; it sends a little thrill of heat through him and he pulls back the foreskin and runs his tongue around the exposed flesh in his mouth. He slides further down on Sai's shaft and back up a few times, then pulls off and tilts his head to drag open lips sideways along the length of it, tongue flicking and curling out along the way. He teases at the little seam of flesh on the underside of the head, licks gently across the slit, and then takes Sai properly back into his mouth again.
Sai watches it all, chest rising and falling in short quick breaths, and doesn't make a sound.
It occurs to Yamato then, with Sai's cock in his mouth and Sai's eyes boring into his, that this sort of activity was probably not encouraged in Root, and that Sai hasn't really been on the outside all that long by comparison.
His brain chooses then to point out that Sai had initially kissed like he didn't quite know what he was doing, also; Yamato slides his mouth off of Sai with a long languid lick and draws back to ask what he probably should have asked in the beginning.
"Sai, have you ever...well, done this before? Any of this?"
He's sure he knows what the answer will be even before Sai says it.
"No, but I have read many books on the subject. I'm fairly certain that I know what I should expect."
Of course. Yamato gives himself a mental slap to the forehead for not realizing it sooner. In fact, Sai's entire ambush tonight--the kissing, the touching, the climbing-in-Yamato's-lap and the whispering-in-Yamato's-ear and such--had all probably been picked out of some book or other; Sai uses little else as a frame of reference for interpersonal behavior of any sort.
But at least that answers the question of why Sai has propositioned him; he's probably ready to move from research to practical application and, on account of those 'tells' he'd mentioned, deduced that Yamato would be willing to assist.
Part of Yamato--the sentimental part--is somewhat let down, but the rest of him insists it's for the best and that he should get on with it in any case.
He smiles up at Sai, friendly, reassuring. "Okay. I'll take it slow, and you tell me if I do anything that surprises you, alright?"
"Yes, Taichou."
Responsibility for Sai's virginity settles heavy on his shoulders, along with a soft thrill at the idea that Sai has come to him for this, not anyone else.
There's that snide little voice in his head again suggesting that Sai's first time shouldn't be with his somewhat-drunken squad captain who's nearly ten years his senior, but the cocktail of alcohol and arousal in Yamato's blood makes it blessedly easy to ignore. The pragmatic part of him suspects that voice will come back to haunt him when he's sober, but right now all that matters is doing whatever Sai wants, because Sai wants it.
He licks another slow line up Sai's cock and murmurs, "Hand me the lube."
Sai doesn't really react when Yamato gently slides a slick finger into him, nor when he kisses the head of Sai's erection while carefully twisting that finger around. Yamato proceeds with caution anyway, licking Sai's cock and pressing a little bit deeper, working his finger from side to side. He draws out, adds more lube, and tries two fingers, still careful; when Sai shifts marginally, Yamato takes Sai back into his mouth and continues to stroke him gently from the inside.
He wonders, after a couple of minutes with minimal response, if Sai is really that quick to adapt, and his cock twitches with the desire to hurry things along at the thought. He reins in his libido and has to remind himself that Sai still isn't very good at being expressive, so he ought to ask.
He stills his fingers, slides his mouth off of Sai's cock and looks up. "How are you doing?"
Sai regards him blankly, and Yamato realizes the question is probably a little too abstract so he rephrases. "What I'm doing to you--how does it feel?"
Sai blinks down at him, face serious. "Your mouth feels pleasant. Your fingers aren't very comfortable, but I can handle pain far worse than this--"
Yamato is shaking his head and fending off his bruised ego and gently pulling his fingers free. "I'm sure you can, but this isn't about pain resistance. If you're blocking out the sensation now, you'll probably end up blocking out the pleasure too. Try not to use your training here; you have to let yourself feel it so that your body will adapt and relax."
"Alright." Obviously whatever books he'd read weren't written with ex-Root operatives in mind.
"Once you get to that point, it should feel much better. And if it doesn't, we're not doing this. There's no point in having sex if it doesn't feel good."
"But I want to share an intimate bond with you, even if it does hurt."
It's an odd phrase, but Sai is an odd young man, and Yamato shakes his head again without giving the phrase much thought. "We can have an intimate bond without having sex this way," he says gently, though his libido protests with mighty alarm, "or without having sex at all."
The corners of Sai's mouth turn down marginally in a thoughtful frown. "I have read that as well, but..." Yamato can see the thoughts trying to make their way to words behind the crease in Sai's forehead. "Anal penetration...seems more intimate than the other types of sex I researched, and I am...curious, to know how it feels when it turns good."
Yamato's libido is very pathetically grateful and he smothers it with an internal eyeroll under a firm layering of patience. "Do you want to try again, then?"
"Yes."
"Alright. But if it doesn't turn good, tell me. Don't tough it out. Some guys just don't enjoy that kind of stimulation, and like I said--there are many ways we can do this." Yamato has no idea if Sai is gay, straight or what-have-you, and realizes very belatedly that quite possibly Sai doesn't either. No time like the present to start exploring the options, though. He gives Sai a little smile, equal parts reassurance and encouragement. "Try to keep letting yourself react, too--this isn't an interrogation chamber where any little response will be used against you, and if you can express what you feel, it helps me know if I'm doing things right for you."
"I will try."
And that's all Yamato can ask, really.
Yamato carefully slides one finger back in and starts over. He moves it gently, side to side and around in a circle, encouraging the muscles to relax, telling himself slowly, slowly. "How's that?"
"It's...odd." Sai's voice is neutral.
"Mm. Does it hurt?"
"...No."
"Good. Tell me if it does, okay?"
Sai jerks a nod but otherwise remains very still, breathing evenly, and Yamato continues to probe him gently. "Still fine?" he asks after a moment and when Sai nods again, he slides the second finger back in. He works them carefully, slowly, thoroughly around, taking his time and watching Sai for any hint of discomfort.
Sai gazes back down at him, head slightly tilted and lips barely parted, and Yamato presses one kiss, then another and another to the inside of his thigh. Something about Sai watching him like that is terribly arousing, especially on top of the anticipation and the headiness of finally doing things he's wanted to do for far too long.
"How does it feel now?" he asks, after another moment or two has passed.
"It still feels odd, but it's growing...somewhat pleasant," Sai says, blinking down at him.
"Good." Yamato smiles up at him and keeps going, letting his tongue wander wetly up and down the length of Sai's shaft now while he works. The taste of it makes his own cock that much harder and he shifts against the mattress, against the faint stimulus of the bedclothes; he presses his fingers in deep, carefully angling for Sai's prostate, and slides his mouth over Sai's cock properly again, going down with eager relish.
At last, when Sai's body feels pliant and unresisting and Sai's breathing has gone fast and light, hitching slightly every time Yamato's tongue moves against his cock, Yamato pulls his fingers out and his mouth off and rises up, drawing his knees underneath him and sitting back on his heels. "Alright. That should do it."
Sai blinks, shivers minutely, but nods and reaches to hand Yamato the condom; he pauses then, almost imperceptibly, and glances down to where Yamato's erection is bobbing at the ready.
"Your penis is much bigger than your fingers, Taichou."
Sai says it without any hint of trepidation, but Yamato figures the emotion is probably there on at least a subconscious level if Sai felt the need to say it at all, and a little reassurance certainly isn't going to hurt things.
"I know. I promise I'll be gentle, and if we take it slow and do it right it should feel good very quickly. If it doesn't, I'll stop."
Sai nods, and Yamato tears the condom open and rolls it on, swiftly but carefully, and lubes it up as well. His cock is hard and ready and urging him to get on with things, but he's not about to give it free rein.
He helps Sai get straightened out on the bed and crawls between Sai's splayed legs again, leaning over him and bringing their hips into alignment.
"Are you ready?" he asks, one hand on the mattress beside Sai's torso, the other guiding his cock into position as Sai's knees come up to let him in.
"Yes, Taichou," Sai says, and for all that Yamato hears that phrase on a regular basis on every mission, it still sends a little jolt of lust down his spine.
He presses into Sai gently, one long, gliding, fluid push, and abruptly Sai is panting beneath him, head curving up off the bed and sweat dampening his skin. His fingers grip Yamato's biceps, digging in, and Yamato pauses as he becomes fully seated. He flexes inside of Sai to help him adjust, surprised and slightly worried at having elicited that much of a reaction. "Are you alright?"
Sai nods and draws in a shuddering breath, his grip easing. "It's...I don't know how to describe it--"
"Intense?" It's the word Yamato finds most appropriate.
"...Yes," Sai breathes, letting his head fall back to the bed and blinking up at Yamato. "It's...intense, and--and--" He shivers. "Taichou--"
Yamato interrupts, mesmerized. "You don't have to call me that here, you know."
"Yamato," Sai says then, and it sounds like discovery and uncertainty and overwhelming newness all in one.
Yamato stares down at him, pale naked skin and dark eyes and ripe mouth and inky hair tousled on the pillow, and realizes all over again how very badly he wants this and how long he's been denying it. He leans down, moves a hand to Sai's thigh and grips gently, guiding it to wrap behind him. He hovers over Sai's slack mouth, kisses Sai's bottom lip once, twice, runs the tip of his tongue softly along Sai's upper lip and then licks delicately into the warm space between them. Sai shivers, exhales, and his tongue meets Yamato's with the budding confidence of new familiarity; he pulls Yamato down, moves his other leg to wrap behind Yamato and his hips flex, shifting.
Yamato moves, very gently, helping Sai to acclimate. "Tell me if it isn't good," he murmurs into Sai's cheek, and Sai jerks a short nod in acknowledgment. Yamato pushes back up and braces himself on both hands, the better to control his slow thrusts, the better to see Sai's face and whatever response he might show. Sai's hands slide back to Yamato's biceps, smoothing up and down their length, grasping gently; his eyes are trained on Yamato's face, dark and intent and oh, god, trusting--
Yamato maintains his pace, slow and gentle, and it's easier than he would have thought when he focuses on the steady flow of Sai's breath and the minute twitching in Sai's fingers and the throb of Sai's pulse just barely visible in his throat. It's not unlike meditation, he thinks, measured and even, drawing out, pressing in, drawing out, pressing in; out, in, out, in, subsuming himself in the smooth careful cadence until there is no resistance in Sai's body anymore. Yamato focuses on the feel of him, the grasp of his body tight and close and warm through the thin layer of the condom, and closes his eyes for just a moment.
It's good, it's so good, not exactly what he's ever imagined but so much better just because it's real.
He opens his eyes again, gives Sai's serious face a little smile; he shifts, lowers himself to his elbows, keeps the pace slow. Sai's hands are fairly slack on his arms now, and Sai's body is pliant and welcoming, and Yamato gradually starts thrusting a little harder. He sets a steady rhythm, slow and heavy, and carefully gauges Sai's minute reactions--Sai's dark gaze is heavy-lidded and his full lips are barely parted, and his breath grows a little more shallow each time Yamato pushes into him.
He is beautiful, and Yamato aches to have him even as the slow hard pleasure curls up his spine and steals his breath.
"Good?" Yamato manages, and Sai dips his chin in another quick nod.
"Yes." His voice is quiet and steady.
Yamato reaches up, draws aside the hair falling over Sai's forehead and directs it behind his ear--a tender gesture that he has no idea if Sai will understand as such--and kisses him gently again. Sai's arms curve up around his back, holding him close, and Yamato kisses him deeper, ignoring the little voice in the back of his head that cautions him not to be investing too much emotion in this.
He maintains his careful, heavy rhythm and breaks the kiss eventually, catching Sai's bottom lip lightly between his teeth and pulling gently before he lets it go. He brushes his lips over Sai's cheek, down to the lobe of his ear, and moves to the side of his neck, biting gently over the pulse point there and suckling at the skin before moving on. He nuzzles up under Sai's jaw and kisses his throat, nibbles at it, sucks a spectacular bruise into existence, and Sai's breath hitches slightly above him.
And finally, the warm intensity and languid pleasure of this slow pace is too much to take and he lifts himself, draws Sai's arms gently from around him and pins his hands to the bed, grip tightly interlaced through Sai's slack fingers.
Sai gazes up at him, impassive, but there is a spark of something deep in his eyes that looks almost like anticipation.
"Tell me if you need me to stop, okay?"
"I don't want you to stop."
He would be exasperated if those six little words hadn't stroked his ego so nicely on their way straight down to his dick, and he fights to keep the fond amusement from overtaking his tone. "It's going to be a bit more vigorous from here on out, and I need you to tell me if you stop enjoying it. That's an order, alright?" He says it very gently, but he's deadly serious and Sai knows it.
"Alright," Sai agrees, and Yamato knows that he will, because ingrained obedience is one of those things that Sai can't quite shake from his upbringing in Root.
He starts moving again, slow and heavy like they've just done, and gradually begins to allow himself a little more--a little faster, a little harder, a little deeper, feeling the pleasure wash through him and working to angle himself right so that it feels just as good for Sai, too. He's soon sweating, and panting a little, and Sai doesn't really give him very much in the way of feedback but that's okay, it's okay because as much as his fantasies usually feature a Sai who writhes and moans and sobs his name he knows Sai's never done this before, probably doesn't know what the standard reactive behavior is, and Yamato trusts him to speak up if he's not enjoying it.
He closes his eyes, briefly, and thrusts harder, faster, pumping in earnest as need builds deep inside; he opens them again, completely enthralled by the reality of Sai pinned there beneath him.
Sai's legs are tense around his hips, now, gripping tightly, and his eyes are almost wide; his lips are parted, and his soft breaths are coming short and fast. Sai's nipples are small and dark and tautly pebbled and Yamato can see gooseflesh rising all along Sai's arms and when he glances down he can see that Sai's cock is fairly hard where it lays along his stomach; all the little signs indicate that Sai is feeling pleasure and Yamato refuses to be disappointed if Sai doesn't emote the things he's used to seeing in a lover's face because it's Sai, who doesn't know how, and Sai, whom he's wanted for so long--
"Oh, god, Sai--"
Sai curls his fingers, slack until now, against the backs of Yamato's hands, clutching at the grip that pins him down.
Yamato doesn't think he's ever wanted anyone more in his life than he wants Sai right now.
Abruptly he stops, rolls them over and arranges Sai astride him, bracing Sai's hands on his shoulders; he brings his knees up to spread wide behind Sai and plants his feet, runs his hands down Sai's body until he's firmly gripping Sai's ass and starts pumping up into him from below.
Sai is staring down at him, eyes fixed and intent and drowning deep and Yamato is caught fast by their strength and oh, god, it is ten times more erotic than if Sai was emoting his pleasure the way other people do. And then Sai's hips start moving in tentative counterpoint to his, and Yamato feels his control starting to slip and holds onto it for all he's worth, because Sai is panting shallowly and grinding in his lap each time Yamato thrusts home and his eyes are still locked to Yamato's and it is so intense that Yamato can hardly breathe.
He takes it for as long as he can, pumping his hips up while Sai rolls his in careful tandem and Sai's nails are digging into his shoulders and he's probably leaving marks of his own on Sai's ass but it's worth it, it's worth it, because Sai is responding and Sai is participating, not just passively taking it and Sai wants it, wants him--
"Oh, god, Sai--Sai--!" He arches his head back against the mattress, groans Sai's name again, tries not to let the pleasure overwhelm him when Sai grinds down on him harder, deeper with every thrust.
It's too much, too much, it's beautiful but it's too much; Yamato wraps an arm around Sai's hips, scoots them awkwardly up and back into the pillows, firmly braced and only partially reclined, and pulls Sai down closer. He bites at Sai's throat, sucking hard on the pale skin to mark him, here and there and there again and Sai tips his head back to allow it; Yamato leaves off with a fierce groan and wraps his arms tight around Sai's waist, holding him still and pumping up into him fast and hard. Sai's knees are splayed wide to either side of him and Sai wraps his arms around Yamato's shoulders and buries his face against Yamato's neck, breathing open-mouthed and hard and fast, disheveled strands of his hair sticking to the sweat on Yamato's skin. Sai's cock is stiff and hot against his stomach and Sai's breath is moist and hot against his throat and Yamato can't stop now, can't slow down as pleasure twists and surges like wild chakra in the pit of his belly.
It builds and rises with every stroke of his cock inside Sai, and Yamato can tell he's not going to last much longer at all but it can't be helped and he lets himself slip the leash, clutching Sai close in a desperate embrace and pumping into him with everything he's got until finally his pleasure swells and crests and crashes down over him and he comes with a choking groan, feeling it pulsing out of him deep in the warm grip of Sai's body.
Sai's breathing comes under control much faster than Yamato's, and he lifts his head to regard Yamato with that dark, fathomless stare.
"Not done yet," Yamato assures him, panting, not letting go his hold around Sai's waist. "Just...oh, god...just give me a second."
Aftershocks of pleasure are still fizzing through his nervous system, and his head is still swimming, and when Sai shifts slightly on his quickly-becoming-over-sensitized cock it makes him jerk.
"Aah--"
Sai regards him carefully, and then he clenches around Yamato while flexing his hips, and it is pleasure so sharp that it hurts and Yamato groans. He can hardly tell the pleasure from the discomfort in the sound himself, and Sai does it again and Yamato gasps.
"Sai, stop, for god's sake--" He seizes Sai by the hips and lifts, pulling out as swiftly but carefully as he can.
Sai shifts his weight to his knees, drawing back. "Was I hurting you?"
Yamato shakes his head. "It's too much," he says, which isn't much in the way of explanation but it's all he can manage. Afterglow is warm under his skin and he's a little light-headed from the sweet rush of release, but Sai hasn't come yet and Yamato is itching to get him off properly.
He helps Sai dismount completely and grabs a couple tissues from the bedside table, carefully pulls off the condom and wipes off his softening cock, then wads it all together and lobs it into the nearby wastebasket.
"Alright," he says, still catching his breath a little, and reaches for Sai again. "Come here."
Leaning back into the pillows, he pulls Sai into his lap, Sai's back to his chest, and nips gently at the lobe of Sai's ear. "Spread your legs," he breathes, sliding his hands to Sai's hips. "Bring your knees up...there, like that, yes." He caresses Sai's inner thighs, smooths them a little further open, plants small kisses where Sai's neck meets his shoulder; he fumbles one-handed for the lube on the bedside table and squeezes some into his other palm.
Setting it aside, he brings his empty hand to rest against the flat of Sai's stomach and takes Sai's stiff cock in the other, slick and cool. Sai's head tips back over his shoulder, and Sai's chest moves with an indrawn breath; Yamato murmurs at his ear again, "Hold on to me," and then he is stroking Sai's cock.
Sai goes tense in his arms, silent but for his rapid breaths, and Yamato mouths at his neck and licks at his ear and strokes his cock with ardent abandon. Sai presses back into him, legs jerking, and his breathing grows heavier; he clutches at Yamato's arm around his waist with one hand while the other sort of clenches against his knee like he's not sure what to do with it. Yamato keeps stroking but nudges that arm gently with his elbow. "Put your hand on the back of my head," he says, softly, just beside Sai's ear; when Sai complies, reaching back and grasping tentatively at his hair, Yamato shivers. "Yes, like that," he encourages, and takes Sai's earlobe between his teeth, teasing at it with the tip of his tongue while his hand squeezes and slides a little faster over the length of Sai's erection.
Sai's breathing is rapid, shallow, and his hand flexes in Yamato's hair, agitated. "Grip as tight as you need to," Yamato tells him, a bit breathless himself. "I don't mind a little pulling--" Sai's hand clenches sharply and Yamato groans, shivering again as he pulls Sai just a little closer against him. He latches on to Sai's neck, biting and sucking; he's sure to leave another spectacular bruise but he can't really seem to control himself. He keeps his pace fast and steady, rotates his wrist, twisting as he strokes and curling his forefinger wet and slick over the head with each pass; he wants to make this so good for Sai, so good--
"Good?" he purrs, lips brushing Sai's earlobe.
Sai is panting, clutching him hard, body tense and damp with sweat and shaking. "Yes, Yamato-taichou," he gasps, head arching back over Yamato's shoulder again. "It's--I--I don't--"
Yamato feels an inimitable sense of victory at that, when Sai has been so controlled all night, and tightens his arm around Sai's waist. "Let it happen, Sai, let go, let me do this for you," he murmurs, feeling the tremors that herald the onset of climax rippling through his young teammate, and wonders suddenly if Sai has even had an orgasm before. It seems a little late to ask, but just in case--
"Trust me," he whispers at Sai's ear, softly, soothing, and hooks his toes under Sai's ankles to pull Sai's legs just that much farther open. Sai shakes, gasping, clutching the back of Yamato's hair and Yamato's arm at his stomach; Yamato kisses his earlobe, the corner of his jaw, keeps up the swift and steady stroking, holding Sai tight and so, so close as he brings him up to the precipice and tips him over.
Sai is beautiful when he comes, arched back and trembling, breath caught silent in his throat. His semen arcs and spatters on his stomach, on Yamato's hand there, pulses over Yamato's fingers still grasping his cock, and then Sai slumps against him, breathing hard, limp and damp and shivering as the aftershocks flow through him.
Yamato holds him, rocks him back and forth a little, presses soft kisses against his hair, the side of his face, the shell of his ear, and knows in the back of his mind beneath all the endorphines running loose that he had better imprint this now for all he's worth, because he can't let it happen again.
"Yamato-taichou," Sai says then, quietly, nearly a sigh. His hand slides bonelessly out of Yamato's hair, falls loose in his lap, and he turns his head lazily to brush his lips across Yamato's cheek. "I...oh." His eyes close and he leans his head back against Yamato's shoulder again, and the tiny smile he wears is beautifully genuine.
Something clenches in Yamato's gut while something else melts in his heart and he sits forward, unwinds himself from Sai with reluctance. All the 'must nots' and 'shouldn't haves' are trying to rise up again as the afterglow fades and he really does not want to listen to them right now.
The tissues are still on the bedside table, and he cleans Sai gently of both lube and semen, front and back; when he's finished, Sai touches his face, blinking up at him sated and drowsy. "Should I return to my own room now?" he asks, like verifying the next step in a set of instructions, and Yamato knows he should say yes and start distancing himself right away, never mind what he really wants, because this was only a demonstration, no strings attached, and they honestly shouldn't have done it in the first place.
"I...please stay," he says instead, perfectly still while Sai traces the hollow of his cheek with light fingertips.
Sai smiles at him, barely a curving of lips, tiny and understated and real; Yamato feels that melting in his heart again, just a little, and realizes that it's already far too late to be worrying about attachment.
Yamato catches Sai's hand as it trails down to his jaw and kisses the palm, then lays it in Sai's lap and kisses Sai's forehead and excuses himself to the toilet.
He stares at his face in the mirror, after, and knows that he will berate himself in the morning, will have regrets long after that; but tonight he is tired, and sated, and still a bit drunk, and Sai is all but asleep in his bed when he returns.
Yamato slides in behind him with a murmur of reassurance, spoons against the curve of Sai's back and tucks his face into Sai's hair, and falls asleep with the scent of Sai and sex warm in his senses.
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Started: 1/28/11
Drafted: Still unfinished
Posted (2): 9/14/12
Update: Part 3
