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Sasuke knew, instantly, that he had stumbled upon something that he absolutely should not have been seeing.
"Hina," Naruto half-whined, half-breathed, gazing enraptured at the raven-haired Hyuuga in his lap.
Hinata's dress fell to just above her knees, providing enough cover that Sasuke couldn't be entirely sure of what was happening, but he had a good enough idea when Hinata raised herself up and settled back down. In those first stunned seconds during which he stared, too frozen in horror to tear his eyes away, he saw Naruto's kiss-reddened lips part around a quick intake of breath and his eyes slide closed.
Sasuke was caught. He’d already walked far enough beyond the tree line that a glance in his direction would reveal his presence, but thankfully the couple were currently too absorbed in each other to turn in his direction. If he moved, though, he risked being caught.
After being inexplicably pardoned by Kakashi—more out of guilt for his own lack of action, Sasuke suspected, than a true measure of the general feeling among Konoha shinobi—the last thing that Sasuke needed was to be branded a pervert, of all things.
He thought of Kakashi and his Icha Icha books, the irony of the pervert Hokage judging him for this, and let slip a small sound of derision.
Before he could flicker away, two pairs of eyes swivelled towards him and he found himself pinned.
"Sa-Sa-Sasuke?" Naruto stammered, looking a perfect mixture of surprised, ashamed and horrified.
Sasuke felt humiliation crawling over his face in the form of an ugly flush of unnatural colour.
"I did not mean to intrude," he said, casting his eyes respectfully downwards. "I came here by chance, I should say by accident, I certainly wasn't… I didn't intend… In any case, I will leave now. I'm very sorry."
“It—it’s not what you think,” Naruto tried to protest, but it was a weak effort.
Sasuke held out a hand to shield them from his view as he turned away. “You shouldn’t be ashamed, I’m sure it’s perfectly natural to—”
“Sasuke,” Hinata said in her calm, soft voice. “Would you like to join us?”
Naruto made a series of choking noises as his face turned bright red. “Hinata!”
Sasuke's stomach dropped down into his shoes. His voice came out toneless.
“You can’t possibly mean that.”
“You haven’t left yet,” Hinata pointed out. She slowly rose up and sank back down and Naruto bit his lip.
“Hina...don’t.”
“I think you’d like to,” Hinata said.
Sasuke couldn’t help but raise his eyes; when he did, Hinata was watching him. Her face was almost emotionless, her pale eyes unnervingly unreadable. She raised herself again, starting to ride Naruto rhythmically while she looked at Sasuke.
“I know Naruto would like it,” she said.
A light flush had come into Sasuke’s cheeks and he looked down at the grass, his eyes moving rapidly back and forth as he tried to process everything that was happening. In thirty seconds it felt like his whole world had been shaken up and rearranged. He wasn’t sure how to respond. The territory was completely new, he had no prior experience to fall back on and tell him how he was supposed to react.
Was he supposed to politely decline such an incredible offer?
Was he allowed to want this?
“Sasuke.”
Naruto’s blue eyes shone with affection and he held out his right hand. It was still wrapped in bandages, regrown in a lab after Sasuke had destroyed it. Now it stretched between them like a bridge, offering him the chance to travel between the boy that he had been and the man he wanted to become.
“It’s okay,” Naruto said. “I...I’d like to. If you want.”
Sasuke’s first instinct was to huff and say something cruel like ‘as if I’d lower myself to getting involved with you, dead last’. The child inside him was stomping his feet and screaming out his rejection. Of course rejection was his only possible response, wasn’t it? The idea was completely absurd! Probably the whole thing was an elaborate joke, doubtless cooked up by Naruto in order to humiliate him.
Sasuke didn’t think, though, that Naruto was such a good actor. He’d been genuinely horrified when Sasuke stumbled upon the scene and now the expression on his face spoke of something else entirely, something kept secret but now laid bare.
Something like longing.
Sasuke ignored his knee jerk reaction in favour of his deeper desire and slowly sank down to kneel by the couples’ side. He reached out and twined his fingers with Naruto’s although his eyes remained resolutely fixed on the ground.
“And you, Hinata?” he asked. “What is it that you want?”
“I want to make Naruto happy,” Hinata answered. “And you, too, Sasuke. I care about both of you very much.”
She was still moving slowly and Naruto’s breath hitched, his other hand tight on her hip.
“You’d better hurry up and decide,” he said in a low, breathless voice as he gazed at Hinata while squeezing Sasuke’s offered hand. “If she keeps doing that, I won’t last much longer.”
“He means it,” Hinata said, smiling for the first time since Sasuke had crashed their impromptu love-making session. It was a fond expression, aimed squarely at her fiance who grinned and scratched his neck sheepishly. “He comes so quickly for me, don’t you, Naruto?”
This last made Naruto let out a garbled laugh, halfway between embarrassment and delight. “You feel too good, Hina.”
Hinata’s smile broke into a soft, musical laugh. She draped an arm over Naruto’s neck and stopped the sensual lifts and drops of her body in favour of settling solidly in Naruto’s lap and grinding back and forth. Naruto let out a quiet whine, fumbling to find her bare thigh beneath the skirt of her dress.
His other hand remained locked with Sasuke’s.
The Uchiha's breath burned in his lungs like he was about to breathe out a fireball. Hinata’s cool fingers finding his neck only fanned the flames.
“What should I…” he ventured. “How can I…”
He let go of Naruto to rake his solitary hand through his hair. He felt off balance and it was a feeling he’d never been able to stand. He had no control at all in his current situation, not an ounce, and like a trapped animal adrenaline roiled in his gut, tightening his jaw and bunching the muscles in his shoulders as though he were in a fight he would have to kill his way out of.
In spite of all of his discomfort, though—and really, he was hugely, enormously uncomfortable—he didn’t want to leave.
There was a thrill, too, in the adrenaline. That same feeling that was making his stomach squirm, making his limbs twitch with the urge to run and run fast, was also a little intoxicating. He felt weak but not the unpleasant kind of weak. Not at all the weak that he had felt while pinned up against a hotel wall with his brother’s hand around his throat, no, not the kind of weak that would lose a battle.
He felt weak in the face of the possibilities. The idea of being somebody else, just for a few minutes, a Sasuke who would do this kind of thing with Naruto and Hinata.
A Sasuke who could be, if not loved, then at least wanted. Even if it was only for a few minutes.
Hinata was cool but not at all cold. She stroked Sasuke’s neck with delicate fingers, grazed her fingernails over his nape, drew him a little closer.
“What would you like to do with us, Sasuke?”
She had stopped moving, waiting for his answer, his explicit permission.
Sasuke didn’t know what he wanted.
He wasn’t wholly inexperienced but he was painfully close to it. There had been one time with Karin that he supposed counted as losing his virginity, if such a thing existed, although it had been all hands. The few times he’d been with Suigetsu may have been closer to sex but no less clumsy. His heart hadn’t been in either affair and his body hadn’t enjoyed them all that much.
And then, Sakura. They had made love only three times before she had conceded that what they had wasn’t working, would never work.
“I think a part of me will always love you, Sasuke,” she’d said wistfully while showing him out of her apartment for the final time. “You have a piece of my heart to keep with you always, even though I know you don’t want it.”
“We could...try,” he had offered haltingly, but the girl had only shaken her head.
“We were trying, weren’t we? And besides—” her carefully poised expression had trembled on the edge of breaking, but she had held it “—I don’t want to be with somebody who has to try to love me.”
Now, it was Naruto who steadied him, offering him what he needed, something to take hold of in lieu of his own control.
“You could kiss one of us,” he suggested, lazily stroking Sasuke’s palm. “You could just watch. We could touch you.”
“And...you would want…”
Naruto nodded vehemently, his lower lip caught between his teeth.
“Tell us what you’d like,” Hinata said, her fingers drawing gentle patterns against his scalp.
“I…” Sasuke cleared his throat and glanced quickly between his two friends. “Can I...see? Will you show me?”
Hinata smiled and her hand fell away, sliding over Sasuke’s shoulder on its way back towards her own body. She gathered up the loose fabric of her dress that lay in her lap and lifted it. She was bare beneath it and Sasuke’s eyes were drawn with the movement of the fabric and her hand from her knees up one alabaster thigh to its apex. Between Hinata’s legs Sasuke observed a neatly cropped triangle of hair, almost like an arrowhead pointing downwards to where Naruto was buried to the root inside her.
His lips parted on a gasp and his cock flooded to life.
Hinata rose up onto her knees and Sasuke watched, transfixed by the wet shine of Naruto’s cock as it was revealed to him. He looked a little thicker than Sasuke but it didn’t bother Sasuke at all. What did bother him was the desire that rose in him to do things to that cock that he’d never even dared to dream about before.
He would take it in his mouth, he thought, suck it gently until Naruto was breathless, needy and begging him for more, and then he would—
“You can touch,” Naruto said. There was a hint of gravel in his voice that threatened to turn Sasuke to jelly.
“Or you can tell us what to do to each other,” Hinata said and there was something absolutely sinful about her innocent, feminine voice speaking so lightly about such debauched ideas. Sasuke’s erection strengthened, pressing against the seam of his pants.
Yes. He could direct. Be in control even if he felt anything but.
Sasuke took a deep breath. “We need a camouflaging jutsu. Naruto, lend me your hand?”
It was the first time he’d used his friend’s name since he’d found him in the clearing. Naruto flushed and held out his left hand.
“Ram,” Sasuke said. “Ox. Dog. Dragon.”
They fumbled their way through the sequence and Sasuke focused his chakra and let his Sharingan burn into life for a heartbeat. The air around them rippled and then stilled.
“We’re hidden now,” Sasuke said, his voice sounding stronger to him now than it had done. He raised his eyes, the right dark again. “No one will see or hear anything even if they walk right past us.”
“Okay,” Naruto said. “So now what?”
Sasuke lifted his chin, a clearly signalled display of newfound confidence. “Both of you, take off your clothes.”
Hinata stood up and Sasuke tried to control his blush as Naruto’s stiff prick was revealed to him again. Naruto knelt and pushed down his pants and stripped off his shirt.
Sasuke hadn’t seen Naruto’s body since they’d been much younger and it was surprising how much his friend had bulked out in the intervening years. His skin was on the border of pink and tan, softly coloured and smoothly contoured. Naruto’s muscles were clearly defined but he was slender, built for speed and stamina rather than brute force.
He didn’t realise his Sharingan was active until Naruto stared right at it.
“You want to remember this?” he asked softly.
Sasuke hurriedly closed his eye, humiliated that he’d lost control like that, but before he could react in any other way Hinata’s soft arms were wrapping around his middle.
“It’s okay to want this,” she said, as calm and quiet as always. Sasuke could feel her naked breasts pressed to his back and he let out a shaky breath. He dropped his head to look at the small white hands on his stomach, took hold of one and stroked the palm.
Hinata kissed his shoulder through his clothes and it was strangely soothing. Her presence was almost hypnotic. She was a beautiful girl—now a woman. Sasuke had noticed that much since his return to Konoha. She had always been striking with her dark hair and pale skin and eyes, but she had filled out and softened, become at once more feminine and more powerful, what had been shyness coalescing into a quiet, confident strength. Sasuke admired her. He had never wanted her in this way before—but then, he hadn’t realised that he wanted Naruto, either.
Naruto felt more obvious of an attraction, something that he had subconsciously buried but had clearly been present for some time. But although he felt that he was truly waking up to a desire for Hinata for the first time, it felt no less natural, no less right.
He started because yes, that was it: all of this felt right.
It shouldn’t have, but then so much of their lives had been unconventional. Who was to say…?
“Sasuke,” Hinata murmured, swaying gently and bringing him with her, the two of them almost dancing to a silent melody.
Naruto watched them with hungry eyes, holding his cock.
“This is for you, Sasuke,” Hinata said. “We haven’t talked about it before, but we want you, both of us. It’s up to you. You’re in control. Whatever you want.”
One of her hands roamed upwards, bunching the layers of his clothing and finding his skin beneath. She rubbed broad, slow circles over Sasuke’s stomach and he gasped at the slow, heady wave of arousal her touch sparked in him.
“Will you get undressed for us, Sasuke-kun?” Naruto asked as he gave himself one slow stroke, twisting his hand over the wet head of his cock.
The day was close to its end and the three of them were bathed in golden sunlight. Sasuke stripped slowly out of his clothes with Hinata’s help. Once he was naked she pressed up behind him again, warm and supple.
Sasuke took Hinata’s hand and placed it on his cock and she kissed his shoulder again as she started to stroke him.
Naruto’s eyes were glassy as he watched his girlfriend touching his friend that way. He walked closer as though in a dream, drifting irresistibly towards the two of them, the beautiful picture they made together of dark hair and alabaster skin.
“Can I…?” he started and broke off to swallow hard, his throat bone dry.
Sasuke ducked his head and looked up at Naruto through the curtain of his hair.
“Touch me the way Hinata touches you,” he said. “The way you like it.”
Naruto dropped heavily to his knees, his eyes fixed on Sasuke’s erection in Hinata’s small hand. Hinata gripped it firmly, holding it out to Naruto like an offering. The blonde placed his warm hands on Sasuke’s bare thighs and looked up at him, blushing fiercely.
“Can I...taste you, Sasuke?”
He was shaking in Hinata’s arms, he realised, fine tremors through his whole body that wouldn’t stop. It was hideous to be so weak but in Hinata’s arms he found that he could bear it. With Naruto’s steady blue eyes fixed on his, he could stand to be weak. With them, for them.
Safe. He was safe.
“Yes,” he whispered, then Naruto’s tongue was stroking up his painfully hard cock from base to tip and he couldn’t hold back a cry of surprised pleasure.
It had never felt like this with Karin, Suigetsu, Sakura. So electric.
“He’s very good with his mouth,” Hinata murmured into the curve of Sasuke’s neck, her hand retreating to make way for Naruto. “He’s patient. You wouldn’t think that he would be, would you?”
Sasuke shook his head, holding in a bubble of laughter. Hinata gently fondled his heavy balls as Naruto licked him again and again.
“Don’t tease, Naruto,” Hinata chided and Naruto raised his head to look at her. “He’s waited long enough, don’t you think?”
For just a second Naruto’s grin lit up his face, full of sunshine like he always had been, and Sasuke let out a wondering breath.
His breath turned into a thin moan when Naruto took his cock carefully into his warm, wet mouth.
It wasn’t his first time getting a blowjob, but it might as well have been because he couldn’t remember ever being so turned on, so ready to come just from somebody’s lips sliding down over his shaft for the first time.
“O-oh,” he stammered, pushing his hips forward without meaning to, needing more of that slick sensation. Naruto flinched, gagging slightly and Hinata let go of Sasuke to pet his blonde hair.
“Hush now,” she said. “You can do this, Naru.”
Naruto’s blue eyes looked up at them both and it was sinfully, impossibly decadent to see him like that, with Sasuke’s flushed cock splitting his lips apart and stuffing his mouth.
Hinata kissed softly from Sasuke’s shoulder up the curve of his neck to his ear.
“Come whenever you need to,” she said gently as her fingers brushed over one peaked nipple and made Sasuke shiver. “You can go again after.”
Just her words, her touches and Naruto on his knees for him were enough. As Naruto moved down on his cock again, Sasuke came with a choked noise, his chest heaving as he sprayed over Naruto’s tongue.
Naruto pulled back quickly with another flinch and Sasuke’s next pulse of cum hit him on the throat. Hinata took over and wrapped a hand around his straining length, stroking him through his orgasm until his legs were weak and he was completely spent, panting in Hinata’s arms, his cum running over Naruto’s chest.
Naruto spat onto the grass then looked up with a sheepish smile. “I’m sorry.”
“It—was your first time?” Sasuke asked, incredulous.
Naruto blushed bright red and nodded.
“How was he, Sasuke-kun?” Hinata asked. Her hands on his chest were a little firmer in their pressure now and a little faster in their movements, betraying her own arousal.
“You did very well,” Sasuke said, his voice hoarse.
On his knees before him, Naruto preened.
“Hinata,” Sasuke said, the last of his inhibitions fading with the last traces of his orgasm. “Ride his cock. Finish what you started.”
“Thank you, Sasuke-kun,” Hinata said, breathless, letting go of Sasuke to go to her boyfriend.
Naruto took her gratefully in his arms and they kissed passionately, tongues pushing roughly into each other’s mouths, both of them moaning into it. Naruto broke away and mouthed hotly at Hinata’s neck and then down to her breasts, making her cry out and arch into his touch.
“You look so good together,” Sasuke said, retreating to sit down on the grass, still shaky from how quickly he had come.
Naruto sat down as he’d been when Sasuke had found them, his back steadied against a nearby tree. His hands skated over Hinata’s thighs and he looked up at her with fierce desire in his eyes. Hinata pulled away from him and turned around so that she was facing Sasuke. Her pale face was flushed pink and as Sasuke watched, she reached behind herself to steady Naruto’s cock and sank onto it.
Naruto’s breath left him in a rush and he fumbled to get his hands on Hinata’s waist as she started to ride him much faster than before, taking her own pleasure.
“Seeing you together,” she breathed before her voice broke on a tiny cry.
Sasuke watched her with wide eyes, the pale Hyuuga heiress showing an utter lack of restraint or shame as she bounced herself on Naruto’s cock. He’d never seen the girl like this before, wouldn’t have thought that she had it in her to be so unrestrained.
Judging by the look on Naruto’s face, it was equally surprising to him. His chest heaved with his desperate breaths.
“Hinata, slow down! Nnnn—I’m too close, Hina.”
Reluctantly his girlfriend stopped moving at the apex of a thrust, Naruto’s stiff cock revealed between her creamy thighs with just the head still inside her.
Sasuke was there before he’d even planned to move, circling that cock with his slim fingers and squeezing. Naruto let out a hoarse cry and his blue eyes went round and shocked.
“Sasuke—”
“Don’t come yet,” the Uchiha said firmly. “I know you can be better for Hinata than this, Naruto.”
A slow smile curved Naruto’s mouth. “You think you could do better, dobe?”
Sasuke released his grip on Naruto and trailed his now sticky fingers up. He found Hinata’s clitoris and circled it slowly. Hinata whined and arched her hips towards his teasing hand.
“I could definitely do better,” Sasuke said, smirking over her shoulder at his rival.
“Sasuke,” Hinata moaned, rocking in tiny shallow movements that made her pussy squeeze around the head of Naruto’s cock.
Sasuke ducked down and kissed her.
Naruto sucked in a sharp breath as he watched his girlfriend moan around his best friend’s tongue and push her body towards him. Sasuke palmed both of her breasts then teased her nipples with deft fingers. Hinata sank slowly back down onto Naruto’s cock, enveloping him with her squeezing warmth. Panting, he looked down at her perfect heart-shaped ass in his lap then back up to where Sasuke was still exploring her mouth and he knew he couldn’t possibly last more than two minutes longer.
He understood now why Hinata was so frantic after watching him sucking Sasuke. Seeing the two of them together was incredible. It felt like somebody had lit a fire in his chest and he was light-headed from the smoke, breathing in the heat of it until he thought that he could come just from watching his girlfriend melting against Sasuke’s hands.
“Sasuke,” he said, the word coming out broken and desperate. “I can’t—ah, I’m really close. Please help me make her—”
Sasuke broke the kiss and looked at him with his single dark eye, the other still hidden beneath the sweep of his jet black hair.
“You want me to fuck your girlfriend for you, dobe?” he said as he stared at Naruto with heat. “Show her how much better it can be with a man who knows what he’s doing?”
Fuck. Those words absolutely shouldn’t have turned him on as much as they did. Sasuke’s arrogance and insults shouldn’t have turned him on but they did, they always had.
“She’ll never love your cock as much as she loves mine, teme,” he said and fucked up once, hard, into his girlfriend, shocking a sharp cry of pleasure out of her. “But you can try.”
“Naruto,” Hinata said, her hands bunched into fists on her thighs. “Fuck me. Come inside me. For...for Sasuke. Show him.”
Naruto looked completely conflicted and in that moment Sasuke found his strength and his confidence.
All three of them wanted this, it had become completely obvious. Now that it was happening, he didn’t want any of them to be embarrassed or uncertain.
“Just come,” he said, barely above a whisper as he locked eyes with his friend. “I’ll take care of her after.”
Naruto’s eyes hardened and he nodded, then without warning he heaved his girlfriend up and off of his cock. Hinata whined and pitched forward into Sasuke’s waiting arms, falling against his chest, and then Naruto was on his knees and sliding back into her.
“God, Hina, your pussy feels too good,” he gritted out as he started to fuck hard and fast. “I can’t handle it. Can’t handle you.”
“Naruto-kun,” Hinata cried out, anchoring one hand on Sasuke’s shoulder, squashed between the two of them at an unnatural angle. Naruto got both hands onto her hips and rutted desperately into her.
“Gonna come for you both,” he managed and then he was there, his face twisting as he thrust as deep as he could get and spilled inside his girlfriend. Hinata raised her head and met Sasuke’s wild stare. She looked wrecked, flushed and panting, and behind her Naruto looked just as bad as he shuddered through his orgasm.
“He cums so much,” Hinata whispered to Sasuke, her eyes pleading with him. “He fills me all the way up.”
Naruto pulled out with a groan and yes, he was still coming, pearly liquid squirting once, twice more from the tip of his cock before he slumped back against the tree. Hinata squirmed on her knees, mashing her face against Sasuke’s chest.
“Sasuke,” Naruto panted, stretching his legs out to sit spent on the grass. “Fuck her for me, Sasuke.”
The Uchiha swallowed hard, sliding his hand down over Hinata’s back to the swell of her ass, his fingers dipping between her full cheeks.
“You’re both sure?”
He had to ask, even though they’d already undeniably crossed a line together that they couldn’t turn back from.
“Yes,” the two of them said at once.
Sasuke moved with determination then, scooping Hinata up and sitting her on top of Naruto. The Hyuuga parted her thighs readily and Sasuke looked at her pink, slick cunt. He could see the milky fluid of Naruto’s orgasm painting her lips, leaking out of her, and he was on his stomach before he could think, pressing his mouth to her warm centre to taste.
“Holy shit,” Naruto breathed. Hinata only let out a low, desperate whine and shuddered in his arms.
Sasuke didn’t have much experience with cunnilingus, but he was a diligent researcher. Although he’d never been all that invested with any of his sexual partners thus far he knew that he was at least capable of arousal and desire, he wasn’t asexual, and so he had researched.
He didn’t do anything half-assed. If he was going to go down on a woman someday, he wanted to be good at it, dammit.
He softly lapped between Hinata’s thighs, learning the shape of her and the different textures of her skin. Her inner folds were surprisingly soft and he took them gently, carefully into his mouth. Hinata gasped and tilted her pelvis up towards him.
Sasuke realised hazily that he was very much enjoying eating Hinata out, savouring the taste and smell of her arousal. He found the nub of her clit with the tip of his tongue and flicked over it, still holding her pussy in his mouth. Hinata squirmed underneath him and he found himself pressing down on her hips, holding her still while he explored slowly.
This was all new to him. Not only the fact that there were three of them involved, but wanting to use his mouth on someone (logically he’d always found the idea unclean and slightly repellent), getting off on it, even. He let Hinata’s folds go only to move back in, dragging his nose up her slit until he was rubbing her clit with it, something that should have been ridiculous and disgusting but Hinata made another breathy noise and Sasuke just wanted more of her. He shuffled on his belly to get lower and oh, there was the pearly white of Naruto’s cum leaking out of her.
And Sasuke wanted it.
Hinata squealed when Sasuke’s tongue entered her in greedy search of every flavour that he could find. Hinata’s musk was a deep background note behind the bitter salt of Naruto’s release and he chased the tastes, plunging his tongue in as deep as he could, pressing his face to Hinata’s wet pussy and all but smothering himself in it.
“Sas...Sasuke…” Hinata breathed. Sasuke raised his head and saw that Naruto’s hands were on her breasts, rubbing and squeezing gently, the pads of his fingers teasing her stiff nipples.
“Tell me how you like it,” Sasuke said bluntly and Hinata’s eyes widened. She turned her face away and although her face was already red with arousal, Sasuke thought that she was blushing, too, her shyness returning.
“Give her two fingers,” Naruto said. “Not too deep. Find her g-spot and rub there while you suck her clit.”
Sasuke’s own face heated. Naruto’s blue eyes were sharp, confident as he took the reins over his girlfriend’s pleasure and handed them over to Sasuke in turn. Sasuke dropped a kiss to Hinata’s belly and cupped her pussy with one hand.
“Yes, Hinata?”
“Y-yes,” the girl stammered and rolled her thighs wider apart.
Naruto’s guidance had been sound. Hinata accepted his fingers with a soft cry of pleasure, immediately tightening around them. Sasuke felt carefully, remembering the diagrams he had looked at, hoping he would recognise her g-spot when he found it. Luckily Hinata gave him a clear signal by almost kicking him in the face. Sasuke grinned to himself, teasing Hinata’s hooded clit with his thumb and rubbing inside her with purpose until she cried out.
When he looked up again she and Naruto were kissing, open-mouthed and urgent, Hinata panting and whimpering with pleasure. Naruto pinched her nipples and her pussy fluttered around Sasuke’s probing fingers.
Sasuke had never made a woman come before; with Karin neither of them had finished, it had been so clumsy and awkward, and with Sakura he was fairly certain she had faked it. He was hungry for it now as Hinata tensed beneath him like a bowstring, tangling one hand in his dark hair and holding on tight. Sasuke lowered his head and took her clit between his lips, sucked hard and rubbed his tongue over it and Hinata’s whole body jerked. She broke from Naruto’s kiss with a desperate keening sound and bucked up towards Sasuke’s mouth. Sasuke kept going and then Hinata’s pussy was contracting around his fingers in waves and she was coming, yes, she was coming on his fingers and against his tongue, there was no mistaking it as she shivered in Naruto’s arms, her eyes closed tight and her mouth gone slack. Sasuke felt a flood of warm juices around his fingers and Hinata twitching around him.
“Sasuke,” she whispered glassily. Her blush had spread down over her breasts, painting her pale skin a blushing pink that Sasuke thought looked beautiful.
“Sasuke,” Naruto echoed, far rougher. He was hard again, his cock pressed up against Hinata’s ass.
“Let me suck your cock,” Sasuke said before he had any idea he was going to say it.
Naruto looked shell shocked.
“We should get out of here,” Hinata said quietly. “It’s getting dark.”
She was right: dusk was fast settling over the forest and their little clearing.
“Fuck,” Sasuke cursed, running a hand roughly through his hair. He wasn’t done, wasn’t remotely done with the other two, but now he was afraid. Afraid that if they left the safe space of his genjutsu even for a moment, it would break the spell. Naruto and Hinata would be horrified with themselves, horrified with Sasuke, and he’d lose it all.
“Sasuke,” Naruto said and his voice was soft, then, soft and warm with understanding and tenderness.
The Uchiha chanced to meet the blue-eyed stare and thought he could have drowned in it.
“It’s alright,” Naruto said. “We still want this.”
Sasuke took a shuddering breath. “What’s the fastest way to—”
“Can your genjutsu hold around a shunshin?”
“Yes,” he replied, absolutely certain.
“My place is closest,” Naruto said. “Hinata, hold onto me. Let’s go.”
They gathered up the bundles of their clothes and flickered out of the clearing.
It was the most surreal part of the whole thing thus far, making their way in a series of long leaps from the clearing in the woods to Naruto’s apartment, the three of them completely naked inside the invisible shield of Sasuke’s genjutsu. One leap landed them in the middle of the market as stall owners were packing up for the night, Hinata held bridal style in Naruto’s arms and Sasuke completely bared to the world, but nobody so much as batted an eye. One nearby cat startled and twisted around in a circle trying to find the source of what had spooked it but saw nothing. They leapt again, and again. The journey took perhaps thirty seconds. Naruto’s chakra was more than enough for all three of them.
Once inside, Sasuke dropped the genjutsu. He had plenty of chakra to spare as well but his Sharingan eye had started to ache by then. He hadn’t considered how long he’d held the illusion for and what the cost might be.
It was Hinata who saw him wince, who stepped over to him and laid a gentle hand against his cheek.
“Your eye.”
“I’ll be okay,” Sasuke said, leaning into her touch unthinkingly.
“Naruto, will you make tea?”
“Tea?” Naruto looked confused. His dick was still half-hard and he had been eyeing Sasuke’s body with clear desire.
Hinata nodded, her other hand splaying against Sasuke’s chest, turning to look at her boyfriend. “We should take a little break. It doesn’t mean we’re done. A shower would be nice.”
Naruto grinned sheepishly and rubbed the back of his neck. “Ah, yeah. Maybe you’re right. We could order in some food.”
“I’m not hungry,” Sasuke said. His fingers twitched at his sides. “I said I want to suck your cock.”
Naruto’s face flooded with heat and he stammered over his words. “O-oh! Ah...Hi-Hinata? Can-can we…?”
Hinata smiled, sliding her hand from Sasuke’s chest down over his hip. “Have fun. I’ll be in the shower.”
Naruto’s eyes were as big and round as saucers as Sasuke stalked towards him. He planted a palm in the centre of Naruto’s chest and pushed him backwards until he stumbled and sat down heavily in a battered old armchair. Sasuke sank gracefully to his knees and took Naruto’s now fully engorged cock in his hand. He gave it an experimental lick and at once recognised the taste of Hinata’s pussy on it. He groaned and his eyes rolled back in his head and before he was even fully aware of moving, his lips were sliding down around Naruto’s cock, shocking a rough gasp out of the blonde.
Sasuke sank down slowly, curling his tongue around the hard flesh, bracing his arm on Naruto’s strong thigh. It felt good, so good, as much as going down on Hinata had done. Naruto’s cock dragged over the roof of his mouth, bumped up against his soft palette and triggered his gag reflex, making his body jolt. He stopped moving and held still there, breathing noisily through his nose. He could feel saliva dripping from between his wide spread lips, wetting Naruto’s length, getting him messy.
Naruto shuddered beneath him and ran fingers through his hair, then caught himself and withdrew his hand as if afraid that he had dared to touch without permission. Sasuke slid back slowly, sucking hard, letting the spit-slick length fall from his mouth to slap against Naruto’s stomach. He looked up at his friend, red-lipped and dark-eyed.
“You can touch,” he said, then reached up, caught Naruto’s hand and guided it back to his head. Naruto’s throat moved as he swallowed heavily. He petted Sasuke’s hair.
“I didn’t ever think…” he started, breaking off to wet his lips with a very pink tongue. “I always hoped, y’know. I...I wanted.”
Sasuke’s only reply was to part his lips again and welcome Naruto’s cock back into his mouth. He started to move cautiously, experimentally, seeing how fast he could go and how much of the length he could take without gagging. It didn’t take long to find a rhythm that worked and he stuck to it doggedly, gratified as Naruto’s breathing got harsher and his cock stiffened still more against his tongue.
“Ah, Sasuke,” he said weakly, fingers spidering down over the Uchiha’s brow.
Sasuke drew back again, rubbed his lips and chin over Naruto’s cock and looked up at him.
“Can you come again? In my mouth.”
He wished he could have taken a picture of the look on Naruto’s face. The blue eyes became so alive with emotion that it looked like pain, the full lips slackened and parted and that wet cock twitched against Sasuke’s cheek.
“It—it might take a little longer,” Naruto said, barely above a whisper. “Sasuke...”
“I don’t mind,” Sasuke said and took him into his mouth again.
It was almost hypnotic, bobbing on Naruto’s cock, drinking in his hitching breaths, revelling in the feel of strong fingers tugging at strands of his hair as though the blonde just couldn’t help himself. Sasuke lavished attention on Naruto’s cock and on all of him, sliding greedy hands over his warm belly and up over the muscles of his chest then back down his arms. He hollowed his cheeks around Naruto’s length while he cupped and cradled his heavy balls, he kneaded into the corded muscles of his thighs while he sank as low as he could, until his dark hair feathered over Naruto’s lap, tickling like feathers.
Naruto choked out his name over and over like it was a prayer, his feet restless against the floor. He was holding himself back and for now, as inexperienced as Sasuke was, it was a good thing. He would allow Naruto to be restrained, to let him go at his own pace. One day, though, he wanted Naruto wild and unforgiving, fucking into his mouth (or, he thought— incredibly, secretively—his ass), needing him so much that he lost all control.
He wondered if the nine tails chakra would leak out if he sucked Naruto good enough. The thought made him moan around his mouthful, which made Naruto moan in turn.
“Sasuke, Sasuke—ah!”
He pulled off to stroke Naruto’s slippery cock firmly, holding the head against his tongue, looking up at Naruto who was gazing at him like he was heaven sent, starstruck and almost delirious.
“Are you sure you want—”
Sasuke sucked Naruto back into his mouth and his friend lost his words on a sharp cry. His cock twitched wildly, his balls drew up tight and Sasuke milked his cock with his mouth, moving up and down over and over, his hand still working the shaft. The ends of his hair trailed, getting dirty with spit and precome but he couldn’t have cared less as Naruto panted and squirmed from the attention of his hot, wet mouth.
“Sasuke—shit! Sasuke, I love...love you, Sasuke, I—”
Naruto cried out when he came, his cum spilling over Sasuke’s tongue, both hands fisted painfully in his friend’s dark hair. Sasuke sucked and sucked, drawing out that bitter taste, swallowing everything that Naruto gave him until the blonde was whimpering, softening in his mouth.
It was only as he drew back and swiped his hand over his mouth that Sasuke became aware that his own cock was rock hard, almost painfully so.
Naruto looked at him like he was a breath away from crying.
“Come here,” he whispered. “Please.”
Sasuke scrambled onto the couch and Naruto’s hands—one flesh and one bandages still—grappled over the skin of his shoulders, caught around his neck and drew him in. Naruto kissed him with teeth and the kind of fierce desire that had been years in the making. He dragged Sasuke into his lap and kissed him so hard it actually hurt and Sasuke flinched away. Naruto drew back, panting, searching his eyes. Sasuke realised the Rinnegan was uncovered and he flinched a second time but Naruto caught his wrist and only stared at him, unblinking and without a hint of fear.
Hinata crept into the room and found them like that, staring at each other, mouths so close that their breath mingled.
“Naruto,” she said softly and Naruto returned her smile.
“We need you, Hina,” he said.
Sasuke found himself being tipped backwards until he was lying on his back on the couch, his legs over Naruto’s thighs. The blonde moved with him, having to lie almost on top of him so as not to knock him onto the floor.
Naruto’s soft tongue breached Sasuke’s lips a heartbeat before Hinata’s mouth found his straining erection and he cried out into his friend’s mouth, his whole body shuddering. It was the work of a minute to reach his orgasm and faintly he thought that he should have been humiliated—twice he had come and twice he’d lasted no time at all—but with Naruto’s mouth gently working against his own and Hinata silently swallowing his cum he couldn’t find it in him to care.
He was floating, utterly without thought or regret or doubt.
He was happy.
He assumed that Naruto was the one to carry him upstairs. All three of them squeezed into the shower, Sasuke in the middle. It felt like he was drifting in and out of consciousness as the room filled with steam and Hinata’s soapy breasts squashed up against his chest.
The two lovers cleaned him gently, tenderly, soaping his body with their bare hands. He ducked his head to let HInata wash his hair while Naruto stroked over his thighs. There wasn’t a place that Sasuke didn’t allow them to touch him.
Touch. He had been afraid of it for most of his life, at least the part that really counted, the part after that first great tragedy when he’d lost the ability to hug his parents or his nii-san ever again. He hadn’t wanted to touch anybody else. It had become a trauma rather than a comfort to him, reminding him of all that he had lost.
Until now, with Naruto dropping soft kisses to his shoulders and neck, with Hinata running a nail brush over his fingertips, both of them taking care of him.
Not even the spray of the shower could hide his tears.
He cried for his parents and for Itachi. He cried for his clan. He cried for himself and his lost innocence and he cried for his mistakes.
Sasuke cried because after all that he had done, at least two people still judged him worthy enough to touch so gently as though he were something precious.
His tears scorched tracks down both cheeks, hotter than the shower water. He expected to see blood from his eyes muddying what swirled around his feel, but the sting he felt was only from the salt.
Two pairs of arms around him held him upright, held him together.
They piled onto Naruto’s bed bundled in towels and Sasuke once again found himself with Naruto on one side and Hinata the other. Two heads, one light and one dark, came to rest on his shoulders. Their hands trailed gently over his chest.
“I’m sorry,” Sasuke said, not even entirely sure what he was apologising for but feeling the guilt and shame that had become familiar bedfellows rearing up monstrous inside him.
Hinata kissed his cheek.
“I’m glad this happened, Sasuke,” she said.
Sasuke turned to Naruto. “Did you mean what you said, or was it only because your dick was in my mouth?”
Naruto laughed nervously, but he nodded. “I meant it.”
Sasuke’s breath hitched over an aftershock of his crying. He pressed a kiss to Naruto’s forehead.
“Was this a one-off?”
“Is that what you want it to be?” Naruto asked, his blue eyes dark in the unlit bedroom, only scant light from the setting sun illuminating his face.
Sasuke reached out for Hinata and pulled her on top of him; she giggled and moved readily. Her laugh was musical and calming and it loosened something in Sasuke’s chest. He held her with his one arm while he searched Naruto’s eyes.
“If I had the choice? No.”
“You do have the choice,” Naruto said, his voice quiet but hoarse with excitement or maybe the same disbelief that Sasuke was finally beginning to let go of. “We’ve talked about it. Me and Hinata. We’d like to keep you.”
Sasuke narrowed his eyes. “When did you talk?”
“Months ago, when you came back to Konoha,” Hinata said. “But Naruto, don’t say it like that. We’d like to invite you to join us, Sasuke.”
His brow furrowed to go along with his narrowed eyes. “For sex?”
“To be with us,” Naruto said. “In our relationship, I mean. To be a part of it.”
“A permanent part,” Hinata said, resting her chin on his sternum and looking up at him with those huge, lilac eyes.
“The three of us, together,” Naruto said, sounding dreamy with the idea of it.
Sasuke’s heart squeezed.
“Maybe we should...take it slow,” he said haltingly because the day had already been a lot of firsts for him. He felt like he was sprinting downhill, only just in control of his own body, carried more by momentum than by design.
Naruto’s hand curled around his bicep, only inches above the place where flesh gave way to empty air.
Sasuke didn’t doubt how Naruto felt—couldn’t doubt it. He raised his head to look down at the raven-haired kunoichi resting so comfortably on his chest.
“You really want this? It’s not just to make him happy?”
Hinata smiled. It was a smile as slow and sweet as honey, pure and warm as the summer’s day fading outside.
“I do, Sasuke,” she said. “But yes, let’s take it slowly. Would you like to come over for dinner tomorrow evening?”
Naruto shifted, slid his arm around Hinata’s slim waist and pressed his lips to Sasuke’s shoulder.
“Stay the night here?”
He couldn’t believe that it could be easy. But, warm and sleepy and crowded onto Naruto’s bed, being fed soft touches and softer words, Sasuke could at least believe that it could be something good. That he could have that much.
He closed his eyes and smiled. “Alright. I’ll stay.”