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“Sir, the models are here, and the photographers are ready to begin the shoot.”

Sasuke scrubs a hand over his face, resisting the urge to groan. He’d forgotten about the photoshoot for the upcoming fall collection. The entirety of his day has been spent fixing every last fuck up imaginable and he is in absolutely no mood to attend, but his gut tells him that if he doesn’t continue micromanaging every person on his staff, he’ll have another shitshow to deal with tomorrow.

From the fabric he’d needed for the spring corsets not arriving to the patternmaker calling in sick, anything and everything that could have gone wrong with his day has. On top of it all, his skin is over-sensitized and it feels like he’s on fire, simmering in the embers of a lust that refuses to fade. The hell of being an omega with an impending heat who had forgotten to take his meds this morning. His head hurts from the perpetual sneer he’s kept on his face to fend off the advances of betas, alphas, and even other omegas.

Quite frankly, he’d love to get laid—he’s certainly overdue for a good lay, but the problem is twofold: 1) he’s busy as fuck and too focused on his career to care about something as tedious as relationships, and 2) his standards are too high. Finding a good, or even decent, alpha is like trying to find the thread on a ladder stitch: obviously it’s there, but he can never find the damn thing without pulling it apart.

Every alpha he has deigned to sleep with thought he’d be a coquettish omega who only cared about getting his hole stuffed. He still remembers with fondness the time he almost bit off an aggressive alpha’s dick. He’d paid the hospital bill…begrudgingly. And only because his father had forced him to. Fugaku is still hoping to marry him off to a rich alpha to expand the family fortune. Itachi, at least, knows better. His elder brother may be a perpetual thorn in his side, but he’s the only one who understands why Sasuke has made the choices he has. The woes of being the only omega born into a family of alphas. Even his mother is a beta with a will of iron to hold her own against his bullheaded father.

Still, a nice, good lay would do him and his stress levels some good. Too bad he enjoys both fucking and being fucked, preferably one after the other in the same night—if not for that, he’d happily hop into bed with the nearest alpha, but he’s yet to find one comfortable enough in his sexuality to enjoy taking as much as giving. And the last time he’d slept with an omega…well he hadn’t intended to scare the poor guy but holding back during sex isn’t something he’s good at.

He kneads the stress out of his shoulders and heads towards the studio. The angle is all wrong and he can’t get the last kink out of his neck, his irritation piling on with every step he takes towards the elevator.

“Wow you look pissed.” Karin’s assessing gaze is heated as she steps out of the lift and looks him up and down, her tongue snaking out to wet her bottom lip. “You sure you want to deal with the photoshoot? I can drag Suigetsu out of his office and handle it.”

If it weren’t for the fact that, to his knowledge, she’s still fucking his head stylist, he might have taken her up on her standing offer. She’s a strong, beautiful alpha, but her fixation on him has bordered on manic as of late. Hopefully sleeping with Suigetsu will get her to calm down a bit, but so long as she remains good at her job, he supposes it doesn’t matter.

“No, he’s working with a client.” Another problem he’d had to solve before he’d even had his morning coffee. Their biggest client had fucked up and given them the wrong numbers for their last order, which sent inventory into a tailspin. “When you get the chance, go over the inventory numbers and double check that everyone did their fucking job right.”

“Yeah yeah, I’m on it.” She flaps her hand through the air as she strides away, heels clacking against the polished tile as she stalks towards Suigetsu’s office.

Good. One less problem he has to deal with. A pissed-off Karin is a Karin about to Get Shit Done.

A sigh escapes his lips as he presses the button for the correct floor, the doors sliding shut to leave him staring at his own reflection. He glares at the slight rumple in his corset vest^[1], smoothing out the material as he tightens the laces in the back. He’ll have to talk to Juugo about the fabric for the next spring collection—if the other garments so much as wrinkle on the runway, he will set everyone and everything on fire.

Besides, the vests are a thing of beauty, accentuating the natural curves of the male body to bring out a subtle sexiness that is too often ignored in the men’s fashion industry. His own ensemble is black velvet with bloodred seams and laces, meant to bring out the color of his skin and darkness of his eyes. It also pairs well with the slacks that hug his ass like a second skin. He might feel like absolute shit, but he is never dressed in anything but his best.

 The elevator pings away as he mindlessly readjusts his collar, breath catching when his fingertips brush against his throat. Fuck. His lust flares and he’s almost tempted to stomp back to his office and rub one out so he can focus, but a quick glance at his watch tells him that there isn’t enough time. Ugh. He’s never going to let himself forget his suppressants again—this is fucking torture.

The photoshoot is controlled chaos as he steps into the studio, cringing from the garish lights and blaring music. He hates attending photoshoots, but he’ll admit that the work his photographers put into creating the right vibe for the look is worth it. Assistants skitter back and forth, fetching racks upon racks of clothes from the new fall collection, each tailored by either himself or his best stylists. They flinch back as he starts to rifle through the racks, double (or is it triple by now?) checking that each one looks as it should. He can feel their gazes on him, lingering on his ass, his waist, hell even the exposed skin of his wrists isn’t safe from their gawking. It’s easy enough to ignore. After all, he’s hardly inexperienced at being the token hot omega in the room. Fortunately for him, he is also the designer who created this brand from nothing, defying every alpha who dared to tell him an omega’s place is on his knees.

He doesn’t have to shout or even raise his voice before the assistants scatter, running to meet every demand in the hopes that he might remember their names later. He makes a mental note to look over the staff for this particular shoot; the hiring process for his fashion house is meticulous, with himself having the final say-so on every hire, but even he makes mistakes. Not often, but sometimes.

He steps back to watch the photographer greet the models, already dressed in their first outfits of the session. It’s…interesting, to watch as the photographer—Sei? Sai? Something like that. Suigetsu had suggested him, having seen his work for a competing brand during their trip to London—cajoles each model into a new pose, each highlighting the parts of the outfit that should be highlighted. Hmm. Maybe Suigetsu was onto something with this photographer. Sasuke will never admit it, especially since the platinum blond dumbass had punctuated his recommendation with “and he’s hot as fuck—he looks a bit like you with the pale skin and dark eyes and ‘fuck me if you dare’ vibe going for him.” Sasuke had rolled his eyes at the time, but after getting a good look at Sai, he could see...some similarities. Like a cheap knock-off. He pauses to reconsider his own petty assessment but, well he’s in too foul of a mood to give a shit.

The day’s work is beginning to sap away at him, his limbs growing heavier and the beginnings of a headache settling into his temple. Even the ever-present lust that has been gnawing at him all day lessens a bit, settling into an achy, resigned kind of want. If he dared to fantasize about the evening’s pleasures, he’d imagine a good, hard fuck immediately followed by a massage that lulls him into a deep sleep, wrapped up in strong, toned arms to keep the chill of the night at bay, a soft breath at the back of his neck as he drifts into—fuck.

He flinches out of the daydream, suppressing a groan as he looks around for something to drink. Liquor would be ideal. Coffee will do.

The black sludge that has been offered to the models makes him gag a bit and he sends an email to Suigetsu demanding that he fix this shit for the next shoot. He doesn’t plan on attending but it’s the principle of the thing.

“Can you pass me the creamer?”

He wordlessly hands over the jar without looking up from his phone, silently admitting (with a good bit of disdain) that creamer would save this disgrace of drink. The shock that jolts through his fingertips from where their hands touch is so intense that his head snaps up.

Why the fuck is he drowning in blue?

The color of sapphire silk, or the clearest Swarovski crystals. Somewhere between azure and cerulean, brighter than any gem he’s ever laid eyes on.

The guy is absolutely beautiful, bright blue eyes big and round, highlighted by a strong jaw and skin dusted the color of warm honey. All of it encompassed by a charisma that drags attention to him, pulled by an invisible magnetism possessed by a rare few.

Alpha. His instincts whisper to him, punctuated by the scent of the man in front of him, knocking every bit of air from his lungs as he breathes deep. A warm scent, one that reminds him of swift winds carrying along the heat of a bright summer day.

It fucking wrecks him.

The lust he had been ignoring all day explodes, his knees buckling as his throat tightens and blood roars in his ears, absolutely deafening. He only realizes that the man has spoken because his eyes have been locked on soft pink lips, just plump enough to tempt, distractingly bitable.

“What?” He croaks, pride in shreds as he fights to calm his racing heart.

The man smiles, a small huff escaping past the lips Sasuke wants to devour, “I asked if you’re one of the models for the shoot.” 

He wants to jump off the nearest cliff. If the stranger had been beautiful before, his smile makes him positively radiant.

“No.” His sanity returns on the heels of his rage, the word coming out low and gravelly. How fucking dare his own body betray him like this, crippling him with so much lust he can barely breathe. The audacity.

The blonde’s eyes widen, a sudden heat spreading through his gaze. His lips purse, eyebrows drawn low, but he’s interrupted before he can speak. Thank god. His voice is starting to make Sasuke feel a bit unhinged.

“Naruto! Hurry up, we don’t have a lot of time. If we don’t get these shots, we’ll have to reschedule.” The photographer shouts in their direction, the rest of the room crashing back into Sasuke’s vision with a vengeance. He’d barely even registered the existence of other people while they had spoken, let alone kept up with the photoshoot. Just how long had he stared at the model? He almost doesn’t want to know. His pride probably wouldn’t survive the answer.

The blond—Naruto, apparently—shoots him another look, eyes lingering for longer than entirely necessary before he rushes to the photographer. Sasuke releases the breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding, hands moving to the back of his neck in the hopes of cooling himself off. It’s useless, since his hands are almost as flushed as the rest of him, but it gives him something to focus on so that he doesn’t gape after the model like a starving dog eyeing a bone.

He focuses on the assistants collating the raw images and double checking to make sure each outfit is captured, leaving notes for the editors later.

Distantly, he registers the hushed whispers around him, concern laced in every voice as a subtle anxiety settles into the room.

“It’s getting worse out there. The forecast says we should expect upwards of eight inches just from tonight!”

“I know. If we don’t finish the shoot on time, there’s no way I’ll be able to make it home. The buses definitely won’t be running in a blizzard…”

“I can give you a ride if you need one, but the roads are icing over and I hate driving in ice.”

His fingers fly across his phone’s screen, weather app painfully slow to open. The bright red blizzard warning mocks him and his hopes of getting home early enough to eat dinner at a reasonable time. He sighs, hand moving to rub away his headache as his eyes wander over to the center of the studio. His breath catches when he sees Naruto, clad in ripped whitewash skinny jeans and a marigold cashmere sweater. It’s one of the looks Sasuke struggled with, unable to get the jeans to sit the way he had originally envisioned. Naruto pulls off the ensemble without effort.

“Wait, stop.” He doesn’t realize he’s spoken until he hears the words leave his lips, already moving towards the racks and pulling different items from the other outfits. The black jeans he pulls feel rough in his hands, intentionally distressed yet strong enough to hold its shape.

He flings the pants at Naruto, “Go put these on, and someone grab me the black mesh shirt that didn’t make the cut for the line. And the Balenciaga belt.”

For his part, Naruto only scoffs lightly before heading to the dressing room, stripping out of the sweater before moving out of view. Sasuke rips his gaze away before he can stare after that muscled back. He wants to drown himself in a tub full of ice-cold water in the hopes of abating the heat flushing his body. Even moreso when it pairs with a shiver down his spine as he turns to see Naruto walking back out—how the fuck did he change so fast? He must have runway experience…why is the idea of him walking a runway so hot? Maybe he’ll stab out his eyeballs while he’s drowning himself in that ice-cold bath.

“He’s a talented model, don’t you think?” Sai’s blank smile is anything but friendly, and Sasuke pointedly ignores it. Along with the wide-eyed looks of surprise on every person in the room.

Instead, he focuses on the outfit—definitely not the body underneath it—pulling strings from the jeans and settling them along different parts of the model’s thighs. The rips in the denim give him a particularly mesmerizing peek at toned muscles dusted with the same honey-gold color of Naruto’s skin. A natural tan. He wants to bang his head into the nearest wall when he can’t help but imagine running his tongue along those sleek contours.

He barely registers someone handing him the belt he asked for, his attention narrowing to the space between him and the model—Naruto—as he deftly slips the soft leather between the belt loops. Sasuke’s breath catches when he has to step closer to wrap the belt around Naruto’s waist. Fuck, he’s all but perfect, with a tapered waist and broad shoulders. Goddamn Dorito chip build, it makes Sasuke weak in the knees. He can feel the warmth radiating from Naruto in waves, as if the sun sits just beneath his skin, pulling him in like a moth drawn to a flame.

It takes far more effort than it should to force himself back, especially as Naruto’s scent wraps around him, nowhere near the cloying musk of most alphas. It’s subtle and light, with no comparison but the swift breezes of summer winds. A scent that makes him want to sit back and relax, bask in the light as the sun dances across his skin. He deliberately ignores the goosebumps that erupt along his arms, tingling down his spine.

The outfit is a knockout. The models had all been dolled up with eyeshadow in different shades of gold and sienna, beige and hazelnut, neutral colors to complement each look. But Naruto’s makeup is intense tiger-orange and shimmering white-gold, brilliant and vivid, and yet it only heightens the intensity of his bright blue eyes, his incandescent blond hair. He’s mesmerizing, and it takes Sasuke a moment to realize that he isn’t the only one admiring the alpha. There’s practically a collective wistful sigh as Naruto twists into whatever pose Sai asks of him.

An intense wave of possessiveness stabs through him, his fists clenching and his nails biting into his palms. It’s so abrupt that he doesn’t even have time to process how absurd it is to be possessive over a stranger. The shock of his own emotions forces some sense back into him, but not enough to stop his feet from gliding back to the blond. He rips a jacket off the nearest rack—a soft, airy piece of fabric dyed smokey grey—and silently ties it around Naruto’s waist, carefully adjusting it to fit around the belt’s buckle.

The soft huff of laughter Naruto releases is barely audible, but it snaps what little bit of patience Sasuke had left in him.

“Do you have a problem?” He asks, practically growling out the syllables. The sheer amount of anger in his voice surprises even himself. He doesn’t lose control over his emotions—that was a lesson his father taught him the hard way. Even if he is an omega, even if the world has certain perceptions of what he should and shouldn’t do, he does not let his emotions go unchecked. But the conflux of lust, confusion, possessiveness, anger, weariness, and irritation rip through his carefully crafted shields and he finds himself loosing his wrath upon the unsuspecting alpha before him. Were he in any sort of clear-headed state, he would feel bad for Naruto. He doesn’t. Especially not when the alpha narrows those infuriatingly blue eyes at him.

“Why would I?” There’s genuine confusion in his voice, but laced within it is a…warning, perhaps? A careful jab, but one that Sasuke isn’t sure Naruto is even aware of. That’s the problem with alphas. They never know how to back down, how to be tactful or cunning. They bear their fangs and expect everyone else to bow their heads. Sasuke refuses. He absolutely fucking refuses.

He tightens the knot in the jacket until it almost cuts into that prettily tanned skin, remorse having fled right along with his patience.

“Let me guess, you don’t think it’s an omega’s place to lead?” Venom drips from his lips, all that lust and confusion and possessiveness morphing into an incandescent rage. The coldest kind, one that had only grown since that day his father looked at him and explained what an omega could and couldn’t be.

Except those brilliant blue eyes don’t cloud over with anger or outrage. They brighten, crinkle at the edges as Naruto releases a snort, “Pff! Are you serious? Who would be stupid enough to tell you that?” Those eyes—those damn eyes Sasuke wants to drown himself in—heat up, arousal blatantly on display as Naruto’s voice drops an octave, luscious and deep and only loud enough for Sasuke to hear. “There isn’t an alpha alive who could deny you something you wanted. All you’d have to do is ask.”

Like a flame caught in the wind, the heat that had been growing between them all but explodes, leaving Sasuke’s mouth dry, his ears ringing, his breath caught. He can’t fucking think beyond wanting to shove Naruto to the ground and ride him to oblivion.

“Sasuke! We have another problem! That fabric you ordered won’t be here in time for the showcase—uh, what the fuck?” Suigetsu’s voice somehow permeates through the lust fogging his mind, synapses firing properly again as he flinches back from Naruto and whips around to glare at his head stylist.

“I thought you dealt with that already!” He snaps, ignoring the way his voice sounds wrecked to hell. Naruto’s gaze practically burns a hole into him as he stomps back to the elevator, Suigetsu frantically explaining what happened—something about a warehouse fire?—while walking backwards and staring at Naruto with wide eyes and a shit-eating grin that Sasuke does not want to deal with. He focuses on the elevator buttons, his nails, his vest, anything but the bright blue eyes he can feel lingering on him.

Despite his best efforts, just as the doors slide shut, he catches Naruto’s gaze and his heart flops in his ribcage. How fucking dare he look like that! Wide-eyed and longing and like it’s taking all his self-control to not run after Sasuke.

Ugh. What else could possibly go wrong with this day? He is never ever going to forget his suppressants again; clearly his impending heat is wrecking his ability to think. Why else would he want nothing more than to blow off Suigetsu and spend the rest of the night—hell the rest of the month—locked in a bedroom with Naruto?

Naruto is losing his mind. He must be going senile, because every nerve in his entire body is burning with the insane urge to chase after the most devastatingly beautiful man he’s ever seen.

Omega.

He’d realized the second he saw the brunette—Sasuke—that he was an omega, but he’s nothing like the omegas Naruto has met before. He can only remember a kaleidoscope of images, snapshots that his brain was simply too overwhelmed to process in the moment: Sasuke’s waist, cinched and encased in the sexiest vest thing Naruto has ever laid eyes on; his skin, as pale as white jade and clearer than starlight, so captivating he hadn’t been able to stop staring; his hair, softer than the cashmere sweater Naruto had been given for the photoshoot, cut at odd angles to frame a face that could stop traffic; his eyes! His big, dark eyes had stopped Naruto in his tracks! He’d read once that black irises don’t technically exist—eyes that appear black are actually just intensely dark brown—but Sasuke’s eyes defy that statement. They’d been pools of midnight, indistinguishable from the pupil, so captivating and unique that Naruto had wanted to spend the rest of his days just staring.

But beauty is a given for an omega; it isn’t all that makes Sasuke so attractive. He holds himself with confidence, as if aware of the fact that everyone in the room is lusting after him. Instead of letting it cripple him, he uses it to his advantage, commanding the room with even more skill than any alpha could ever dream of. It’s intoxicating to watch, the combination of sexy and alluring mixing with an unbending and unbreakable will. Naruto has nothing but respect for the man who took the stereotype he’d been given at birth and tossed it out the window.

“If you want his number, I can sneak it to you later, but if you don’t get your mind off his dick and start doing your job, we’re gonna end up stuck here for the rest of the night.” Sai’s impassive voice slices through his meandering thoughts and his surroundings crash back into his awareness, a hint of blush warming his cheeks at being called out for his unprofessionalism.

“I’m not thinking about that!” He squawks, cheeks burning because…well now he is. Fuck, Sasuke’s waist had been so small, but his ass was certainly not. Caressed by those slacks like wet silk, it had taken all of Naruto’s self-control not to reach out and mold the plump flesh, test to see if his hands could hold it all.

“Wow, I haven’t seen you lust after someone this hard since…hmm, me?” Sai’s smile takes a devilish twist, his insolent personality bleeding through the blank look he always keeps on his face.

“Oh fuck off. What other poses do you need?” Naruto’s voice is still low from earlier, lust laced in the notes, but he brushes it off to focus on the photoshoot, falling into a rhythm with Sai. He’d hated the bland bastard and his fake smile at first, but over time—and one drunk afterparty Naruto can’t really remember very well—they’d developed a friendship. Despite his shitty personality, Sai can actually be a very kind person, and a halfway decent friend.

“Hmm, you know, I’m not sure you understand what you’ll be getting into if you chase after him. From what I know, he’s the kind of guy who needs a…whole package, if you get my meaning. And if I remember correctly, you’re a bit…lacking in that department.”

“Just because you could deepthroat me does not mean I have a small dick! It’s not my fault you don’t have a gag reflex!” He will never live down that damn party. To be fair, from what he remembers, Sai had given phenomenal head. If only he’d quit with the small-dick jokes.

The rest of the photoshoot is rather uneventful, although the assistants’ anxiety permeates the room with every minute that passes.

“Hey, why is everyone so…twitchy?” He slumps next to Sai, chugging down the heinous coffee that tastes even worse after cooling off.

Sai raises a pointed brow at him, dark eyes suddenly calculating. “Oh, you know, just weekend jitters. I’m sure everyone is antsy to get home. Hey, can you do me a massive favor?”

He doesn’t trust Sai’s smile at all. It’s extra blank, and his expression is completely unreadable. Naruto remembers the trepidation he felt the night Sai had handed him a drink and said, “It’s only a little strong.”

Naruto’s eyes narrow and his hackles rise, “Depends…what do you want?”

“Oh calm down, it’s nothing promiscuous.”

It’s definitely something promiscuous. But, well Sai hasn’t gotten him into anything too scandalous…yet. Naruto sighs and places his faith in his ability to get out of any sketchy situation by babbling his way through it.

“The internet went out, so I need someone to take this thumb drive up to the offices upstairs. Preferably, I would need you to make sure it ends up in the hands of someone who has their shit together. Someone like, oh I don’t know,” That fucking smile—the creepy one that Sai gets when he’s really into the torture he’s about to release on someone—broadens, genuine delight lighting up his eyes. The kinky fucking bastard continued, “someone like the designer who created this entire brand? They’ll end up in his hands anyway—might as well skip the middle-man and deliver the pictures from this photoshoot directly to him.”

“Uh…” The idea of seeing Sasuke again shuts down his brain functionality. The sheer amount of want that rips through him leaves him breathless. But—wow, he hasn’t felt this nervous in a very long time.

“Listen, I genuinely need some help here. Do you see anyone else lining up to do this? The guy you were ogling earlier has a reputation for being a hard-ass, even to people he respects. So, I need you, with your pretty face and toned abs—which Sasuke was definitely eyeing, by the way—to take one for the team. Or I send the beta who looked like she was about to burst into tears at any moment. Your choice.”

The thought of Sasuke reducing some poor beta to a blubbering mess of tears brings him more amusement than it probably should. Unfortunately, it also comes on the heels of an intense wave of possessiveness, which, admittedly, is not a good thing to have for a man like Sasuke. Or any stranger, if he’s being honest.

Part of him desperately wishes he would at least argue a little with Sai, but they both know that he’s going to take that thumb drive and sprint up the stairs as fast as he possibly can. He really hates being so easy to read sometimes.

Naruto groans as Sai smirks at him and dangles the thumb drive in his face like a savory treat. Fuck. There isn’t even a moment of hesitation before he finds himself clutching the tiny piece of plastic and fast walking to the elevator. He will not rush up the stairs!

“Have fun!” Sai lilts after him, to which he answers by flipping the jackass off without turning around.

The butterflies that have been fluttering around in his stomach for the past hour go into overdrive as the elevator doors close and he jabs the button for the uppermost floor. It’s faint, but Sasuke’s scent lingers in the small, enclosed space, subtle and dark and so luscious that the butterflies transform into a longing that burns. He’d been all but salivating when Sasuke had put the belt on him, close enough that he could have nipped at his jaw, left a mark or two if only he had allowed himself. The only thing that had stopped him was that he wasn’t sure if Sasuke would bite back.

He tries to take a deep, steadying breath, but only winds up teasing out another note of Sasuke’s scent, a unique spark that reminds Naruto of lightning on a cold, winter night. He groans and bangs his head against the elevator door. Thankfully, they open shortly after, freeing him from the cage that’s choking him with desire. He’s been attracted to people before—for fuck’s sake, he works in the fashion industry—but this pull towards Sasuke is a level of lust that borders on primal, so strong and intense that it leaves a physical ache he can feel down to his bones.

What the hell else is he supposed to do but follow that alluring scent to the office at the end of the hall? He’s already become so greedy, grasping for even one moment more with Sasuke. What’s worse is that he doesn’t even care if it’s a glimpse in passing, so long as he gets one more chance to see him, then whatever effort it took to achieve that would have been worth it.

He laments that he has quite possibly gone mad as he raps his knuckles against the door, waiting only a moment before pushing it open. The sight that greets him causes his entire world to tilt on its axis. His synapses short-circuit.

It’s simply not possible to process the entire scene as a whole, so instead his mind offers him snapshots: a luxurious office with floor-to-ceiling windows that overlook the city; a skyline concealed by a snowstorm, awash in the dark grey of muted sunlight; a polished, exquisite black desk that gleams under the fluorescent lights, papers scattered around a computer monitor; a plushy leather desk chair, upon which sits the very man Naruto had hoped to find. Except the immaculately dressed omega he’d met before is entirely disheveled, tie crooked, vest wrinkled, and slacks undone to showcase Sasuke’s hand around his cock, flushed and pink and slick with precome.

The strangled noise that breaks the silence must come from his own throat, but he’ll be damned if he’s ever heard that noise come from himself before. To be fair, Naruto experiences several firsts in the seconds (minutes? Hours? Time stops meaning anything to him as he stares at Sasuke) that pass. Blood roars in his ears, deafening as his entire body burns like he’s been set aflame. His heart stops for several beats, pumping in double-time to make up for the loss when it restarts again, leaving his vision blurred. The momentary loss of his auditory and optical senses causes his sense of smell to heighten, bringing with it Sasuke’s scent—his true scent, not just the lingering notes left in passing.

It fucking wrecks him.

He’s hard between one breath and the next, so lost in desire that he can’t really process his surroundings until a sharp sting on his cheek snaps him out of his haze. The scent of blood allows him to think again. Enough to realize that Sasuke had thrown a sharpened letter opener at him with the precision of a throwing star.

“Come any closer to me and I’ll rip your fucking dick off.” Sasuke’s voice is more growl than speech. It only worsens the tightening in Naruto’s pants, his own cock throbbing as he watches Sasuke silently tuck himself back into his slacks. The material does a real piss-poor job of maintaining any hint of modesty. His mouth goes dry at the prospect of mouthing Sasuke’s pretty cock through his pants.

“I—” He sounds so hoarse, forced to swallow so that he doesn’t choke on his own tongue, “I just came to drop this off.” He holds the thumb drive up like a warning sign, consciously retreating until his back touches the door. When had he closed it? When had he even stepped closer? No wonder Sasuke was looking at him like he was a beast unleashed from a cage. God only knows what kind of face he had been making…was probably still making.

“Why didn’t—” The lights flicker before Sasuke can finish his sentence, stutter for a moment before going out completely, leaving them shrouded in darkness with only the muted light from the windows to guide them. It heightens the energy in the room, Naruto’s senses going into overdrive from…everything.

“Fuck. I think that was the backup generator.” Sasuke mutters, reaching for his phone, the screen highlighting his face. It should be impossible for him to look even more beautiful in the dim, and yet Naruto’s breath catches. His heart aches almost as much as his cock. What the actual fucking hell is happening to him? “Of course, there’s no signal…as if this day can get any worse.”

He looks so tired as he scrubs a hand over his eyes, pressing hard like he has a headache. Naruto’s mouth is moving before he realizes what he’s even saying.

“You seem so stressed…maybe I can help?” Does he sound desperate? He should—he is. Fuck, he hadn’t even realized just how desperate he is for this man until now.

Sasuke freezes, his midnight eyes flicking to Naruto’s. He stares. Naruto stares back. It’s a moment that doesn’t seem to end, carried on through the silence as snow falls in sheets, blocking out the rest of the world.

Sasuke feels like he’s on fire. He’d been so close! Chasing pleasure in a moment of weakness after dumping the rest of the day’s work on Suigetsu and stomping back to his office. He couldn’t stop picturing soft pink lips, bright blue eyes, and brilliant blond hair. Temptation got the better of him and he surrendered to the lust that would not leave him alone, giving in to the fantasy of an alpha brave enough to get on his knees, one who would suck him off just the way he likes.

And then the very subject of his fantasies walked into his office, those blue eyes gone dark with hunger. Yet, as clouded as Sasuke’s mind was, he’d still managed to err on the side of his fight instincts over flight. He hadn’t had a choice, the feral look in Naruto’s gaze setting off every alarm he had ever set in place. Sasuke hadn’t worked this hard for this long to submit to an alpha he didn’t even know just because his dick decided to laugh in the face of his resolution.

It did not help that the tiny cut he put on Naruto’s cheek gave him a distinctly savage quality, highlighting the animalistic hunger in his eyes. The tiny bit of blood sliding down his cheek makes Sasuke ache, his slacks entirely too tight.

It’s unfair. He has never wanted anyone as much as he wants the blond alpha standing in his office, has never felt this level of desire for any living being and quite frankly, even his fantasies can’t quite match the hunger he has for this man.

So, when the power goes out and Naruto offers to “help” him, he freezes. He shouldn’t even consider taking Naruto up on his offer! And yet…

“I don’t want or need an alpha mate in my life,” He grinds out through clenched teeth, as both a warning to Naruto and a reminder to himself. Naruto’s breath catches at the word “mate” and Sasuke has to fight a sneer. All alphas are the same, even had he hoped otherwise. Of course, this one wouldn’t be any different. He should have known better.

“I know—I mean, I understand,” There’s a blush creeping along Naruto’s high cheekbones, painting that golden skin like watercolor across a canvas. Is he—embarrassed? Confusion slices through the desire choking him. He’s never actually seen an alpha embarrassed to the point of blushing. Or rather, he’s never seen an embarrassed alpha who didn’t immediately snap or stomp off in a huff.

Sasuke should end the conversation there, send Naruto packing and get the hell back home so he can jerk off in peace, by himself, without fear of getting marked by some random alpha and unwillingly mated for life. But curiosity gets the better of him and he doesn’t immediately demand for Naruto to get the fuck out of his office.

“I just—I…well, uh…” That blush only grows as Naruto lightly scratches his cheek, wincing when he accidentally touches his cut. He’s a dumbass. Why does that make Sasuke’s dick harder?

Naruto takes a deep breath, blush receding as a seriousness creeps into his eyes, turning blue irises the color of granite. “I meant it when I said I wanted to help. I swear I won’t mark you, even if every cell in my body is screaming at me to make you mine. I would never take something that isn’t being offered.”

Sasuke wants to believe him. He is nothing but want in that moment, but he’s not gullible or naive enough to blindly trust a stranger.

His mouth moves before he can stop himself, “And why should I trust you? Is your word supposed to mean something to me?”

Steel tempers Naruto’s voice, his gaze intense in a way Sasuke has never seen before. “I take my promises seriously. I don’t go back on my word.”

“And do I have your word?” Sasuke’s question comes unbidden from his own lips, whispering between the space between them that is suddenly both far too lacking and entirely too vast.

The silence is infinite the moment Naruto realizes what Sasuke just asked for, an even more pregnant pause than when Naruto had offered to “help”.

It ends when Naruto rakes his nails along his forearm, blood welling up from the scratches to tinge the air with iron.

“I promise, I won’t leave a single mark on you. You have my word.”

Curse the heavens, hell, and everything in between—Sasuke believes him. Stupid. Stupid idea. He knows, and yet he finds himself no longer caring. He doesn’t stop.

“Then come here.”

They’re kissing between one breath and the next, Naruto dragging out sounds from Sasuke that he didn’t even know he could make. It’s searing and wild and it leaves him so breathless that he can’t think, belatedly realizing that while Naruto’s kiss is wild and fierce, his hands are light and gentle by contrast. Naruto’s fingers caress his jaw, cradling his face like a precious treasure, as if afraid Sasuke might disappear out from under him.

It’s too much—he’d expected pawing and groping across his skin and instead he’s being held with reverence, kissed in equal parts sweetly and savagely.

He whimpers, the sound filling what little bit of space remains between them.

“Fuck, you’re—ah, can I touch you?”

“Yes,” He practically sobs, all but desperate for Naruto’s touch when they finally break apart.

Naruto’s fingers dance across the zipper of his slacks, palming at his erection.

“Don’t tease,” He hisses, digging his nails into Naruto’s scalp when the blond nips at his jaw, peppers him with kisses along his neck.

“Fuck—okay, yeah…my bad,”

Sasuke finds himself grateful that Naruto sounds as winded as he feels, blood roaring in his ears and flames across his skin. He can’t remember the last time he has ever felt this out-of-control, especially during any sort of sexual encounter. He’s always been the one taking the lead and setting the pace, has never yielded to anyone.

He stops understanding the meaning of the word “control” when Naruto mouths at his cock, leaving a wet mess on the outside of his slacks to match the sticky inside. Damn, there’s no way he’ll be able to get any of these stains out. Oddly enough, he finds he really doesn’t care as Naruto slips a hand in and strokes him. The fact that he doesn’t come on the spot is a bit surprising, especially since his vision blurs and he all but screams when the blond does it again.

“You’re so wet, you must have been so close before I walked in…”

Naruto’s breath tickles across his over-sensitized skin when he finally releases Sasuke from the confines of his pants. Goddamn torture device—maybe he’ll set those slacks on fire when next he gets the chance.

“Ugh, stop talking and use your mouth to finish what you started!” He glares down at Naruto as he slinks down to his knees, bright blue eyes seemingly even bigger as they glance up at him, a tiny smile playing at those lips Sasuke desperately wants stretched around his cock.

His heart is practically beating out of his chest as Naruto takes him in hand, long fingers wrapped around delicate skin as the alpha sizes him up.

“You’re so beautiful…” Naruto whispers, breath tickling along his over-sensitive flesh.

Sasuke groans as Naruto smiles and dips his tongue into his slit, his cock twitching as he fists his hand into soft blond hair.

“Will you shut up and just—” He’s cut off by his own scream when Naruto swallows him down to the base, hand stroking Sasuke’s length when he releases him to dip his tongue into Sasuke’s slit again.

Sasuke has exactly one moment of clarity to realize that he is definitely not going to last for any sort of reasonable time. It disappears, along with any misgivings he had before, when Naruto laves his tongue along his length, as if greedy for the taste.

“God, you taste even better than you smell…”

“Fuck! You’re good at that. What I’d give to fuck your mouth,” He moves the hand he has clenched into his chair to Naruto’s jaw, tracing around the lips pressed to his cock.

The blush that spreads across Naruto’s cheeks drives Sasuke to madness—like dawnlight, it spreads and brightens his already radiant features.

“You can…if you want—I mean, I can take it…” How Naruto can seem shy with his lips pressed against Sasuke’s cock is beyond Sasuke’s ability to comprehend at the moment. Especially when all he can think of is how good it would feel to throw caution to the wind and let go.

His voice is wrecked to hell when he replies, “Yeah? You’d swallow me whole and let me come down your throat? Let me fuck your mouth as hard and as fast as I want?”

The part of him that has run too long and too hard from any sort of mating commitment spurs him to push, to fight and needle and goad until the alpha at his feet can’t take it anymore. Until he snaps and demands more, until Naruto goes back on his word and gives Sasuke every excuse he needs to hate him.

Except he doesn’t. Naruto’s blush intensifies as he gazes up at him with those big, pretty eyes and grins. The fucking audacity. If Sasuke wasn’t so feverish with lust, he’d punch the asshole for being so goddamn endearing without trying.

He drowns in blue-eyed determination as Naruto swallows him again, pressing his hand to the one Sasuke has clenched in his hair.

It breaks him, a little. The next few moments overwhelm him as his control simply shatters and he snaps his hips into the tight heat of Naruto’s throat. The only coherent thought he can piece together is that his fantasy had been nothing compared to the actuality.

“Fu-FUCK! Ah, you’re so perfect. You take me so well—just like that! A-AH!” He barely recognizes his own voice as he comes so hard that his vision blurs. His fingers dig into Naruto’s hair and his body curls around the alpha, shaking as he feels Naruto’s throat tighten. God, the fucking champion keeps going even after Sasuke’s rough treatment, swallowing every spurt of come Sasuke had in him. Even after he softens, Naruto continues to lick and lave until Sasuke is a writhing mess from oversensitivity. He whimpers and tugs at silky blond strands, fingers cramping from how hard he had clenched down.

“Ah, sorry—sensitive? You weren’t kidding, huh? You were pretty rough…” The alpha sounds practically giddy, voice so hoarse Sasuke almost feels bad. Almost. It’s quickly snuffed out by the waves of smug pleasure that lull him into the afterglow of what is, quite possibly, the best blowjob he’s ever had.

“You…” Sasuke can’t really recall the last time he’d been rendered speechless, but words escape him as Naruto takes a moment to catch his breath. His hands are moving before he realizes, swiping up the come smattered across Naruto’s chin, blue eyes widening and soft pink lips parting to capture Sasuke’s thumb, Naruto licking up his release like some sort of delicacy. “You’re actually perfect, aren’t you?” He doesn’t expect an answer, and yet he receives one in the form of a brilliant pink blush, Naruto flushing under the praise like a flower opening its petals to the sun, hungry for more.

Sasuke laughs, a sound that baffles him in its sheer absurdity. He’s never laughed during sex before, oral or otherwise. It’s…it’s too much for him to process, so he tosses it into a box and pretends it doesn’t exist so that he can enjoy the moment. So that he can enjoy the alpha he’d always hoped existed. “You like that, don’t you? Being praised for how good you are.” He teases, caught up in testing to see how pink he can color Naruto’s cheeks.

The blond is as bright as a cherry blossom, eyes falling to the ground as he mumbles, “Shut up!”

Sasuke feels drunk on pleasure, lust still simmering beneath his skin as he cups Naruto’s jaw, tugs lightly to catch a glimpse of blue. “Care to make me?”

Naruto lights up as he leans into the palm Sasuke uses to tug him forward, pressing their lips together. It’s slower than before, less voracious, molten as their tongues slide together, the taste of his own come sending a shiver down his spine.

Sasuke feels like putty, pliant and eager to relax into Naruto’s arms, strong and toned as the alpha tugs him forward, squeezes his thighs. He wraps his legs around Naruto’s waist, lets him take his weight and lift him up. Fuck, it feels so good to be held so close, not a breath between them; to be carried with equal parts tenderness and strength. It’s intoxicating and he allows himself to drown in the sensations, lose himself in the pleasure.

When his back presses against the frigid glass of his windows, he yelps, flinching away from the cold and into Naruto’s arms. The huff of laughter the alpha releases makes him want to smack him upside the head, but he refrains when Naruto gently tugs at his pants. The poor fabric is already wrinkled to hell and back, slinking down his thighs to lie in a heap on the floor. He shivers as Naruto finally gets them off him, the chill of the cold outside dragging his attention to the snowstorm beyond the glass.

“Beautiful…” Naruto whispers as he leans back. It takes Sasuke a minute to realize that the alpha isn’t talking about the snow falling behind him. He doesn’t blush—he has never blushed in his life. But his cheeks feel a bit hotter, and some primal part of his brain preens under the compliment. “Can I take this off you?” Naruto’s fingers caress the edge of his vest and Sasuke can’t hold back another laugh. Here he stands, naked from the waist down after coming his brains out, and this alpha still feels the need to ask his permission to strip him entirely. It’s ridiculous. Intoxicating. For the first time since laying eyes on Naruto, Sasuke feels fear—not that the alpha will take what Sasuke doesn’t want to give, but that Sasuke might want to give him everything regardless.

Stupid. Reckless. And yet he doesn’t stop. Sasuke leans back into the glass, shivers from head to toe, and tugs at his tie, undoing the fabric. He grabs Naruto’s hand and turns slowly, guiding the alpha to untie the laces at the back of his vest. His senses heighten as Naruto takes over the task, plucking at the strings with efficiency. When he feels a warm breath on the back of his neck, he has to bite down on his lip to escape the lewd moan building in his throat, press his hands to the frigid glass to hide the slight trembling in his fingers. The fabric of the vest loosens around his waist, and his skin is suddenly aflame as Naruto slides the velvet off him. Sasuke focuses on the flurries blanketing the skyline, the soft grey of evening segueing into the darkness of night.

“What a perfect view…” Naruto’s breath tickles against his earlobe and focusing on the world outside becomes an entirely impossible task for Sasuke. He finds himself pushing against the glass, curving into Naruto’s hold as he traces Sasuke’s spine with his fingertip, leaving a trail of fire in its wake. His breath catches when he feels Naruto shift behind him, breath hot against his hips as the blond gets on his knees. “Can you imagine? Looking up from down below and seeing this? Seeing you?”

Sasuke’s heart stops in his chest for a moment, only to skip back in double-time as his breath catches and heat explodes under his skin. Suddenly, all he can imagine is the picture he must make, completely naked, legs slightly spread, forehead pressed into the glass as his breath fogs up the windows. Naruto, on his knees, lips on Sasuke’s skin. Suddenly, it’s like he didn’t just come ten minutes ago, his blood rushing to pool between his legs, cock hardening at the idea of what they must look like, together, like this.

The first kiss to the base of his spine breaks every bit of control Sasuke thought he had, a moan tearing from his throat without his volition. Naruto’s hands feel hot on his thighs, his hips, he’s left enraptured and at the blonde’s mercy. The second kiss to the dimples on his lower back make him whimper, legs spreading wider as he feels his slick build up, dribbling down his thighs.

And yet Naruto doesn’t shove Sasuke’s face into the glass, bend him over or spread his legs. The alpha simply kisses a trail of fire across his cheeks, hands fixed on Sasuke’s waist, thumbs pressing into the hollows at the base of his spine.

“You smell so good, I feel like I could get drunk off of it. I want to taste you so bad…” Sasuke can barely hear Naruto over the blood pounding in his ears, but he understands the alpha enough now to realize that he’s asking for permission. True to his word, Naruto has not taken a single thing that Sasuke hasn’t offered. The real problem is that greed wraps itself around Sasuke, chokes logic and reasoning and throws it out the window.

His breaths come in short puffs that leave the windows fogged, condensation building up and streaking down the glass as he leans forward, fingers digging into his skin to spread himself wider. It’s the dumbest thing he’s ever done in his life. Never once has he offered himself up like some kind of meal, presenting himself to be devoured, and yet Naruto’s strangled whimper makes it entirely worth it. It’s stupid and foolish and single-handedly the most reckless thing he’s ever done in his entire life, but he simply does. not. care.

The slide of Naruto’s tongue across his hole has him screaming, muscles spasming from the shock of pleasure. He can’t control the way his hips tilt, trying to fuck himself on Naruto’s tongue. The blond is exemplary, dragging out sounds from Sasuke he didn’t even know he could make, twisting and swirling in all the right places, licking him up like he tastes delicious.

At some point, Sasuke’s hips stutter, his thighs burning from exertion, and yet the hold Naruto has on his waist urges him on, guiding him to keep his rhythm. His jaw falls open and he doesn’t bother to try and cover the sounds he’s making, intermingled with the wet squelches of saliva and slick across skin.

He can feel himself riding the edge of orgasm, cock twitching against his stomach. His nails scratch down the glass as he pushes himself back, groaning long and low when he feels Naruto’s tongue stiffen and slip past his tight ring of muscles.

It’s suddenly not enough. The realization rocks through him with a second wave of heat, molten and searing as it settles into the spot just beyond the reach of Naruto’s tongue.

Greed tightens its hold on him, drowning him in want. He takes a moment to calm himself, tries to settle his breathing back to a somewhat even rhythm.

His efforts are wasted when he peeks behind his shoulder and sees Naruto’s hand on his own cock, stroking himself with a merciless rhythm that leaves Sasuke’s mouth dry.

Sasuke wants him. More than anyone or anything he’s ever wanted before. He wants Naruto inside him, fucking his tight little hole with the same merciless rhythm the alpha is using on himself.

“Fuck!” Sasuke screams, ripping himself out of Naruto’s hold and spinning around. He freezes at the image the alpha makes, on his knees, cock in hand, Sasuke’s slick dribbling down his chin as he gazes up at him with a stunned expression. “Come here.” Sasuke hisses as he cups Naruto’s jaw and tugs him up, meeting him somewhere in the middle out of pure impatience. The taste of his own slick on Naruto’s tongue makes him feel absolutely unhinged.

He wants him. Naruto returns his hungry, sloppy kiss with his own, devouring Sasuke with every bit of fervor that he had eaten him out with. Any patience he had left leaves him entirely as he shoves Naruto to the couch across his desk, pushes the alpha down and rips off his jeans.

His mouth waters as he noses at Naruto’s erection, a shiver running down his spine as he gets a taste of the alpha’s true scent, precome sliding down his length. He wants Naruto inside him, any way he can get. There’s no buildup or foreplay, Sasuke simply wraps his lips around Naruto’s cock and swallows down as far as he can. Naruto’s scream sounds ripped out of him and it makes Sasuke positively smug.

The alpha is big. Bigger than any man Sasuke has ever slept with. He can feel his throat tightening before he’s even halfway to the base, eyes watering from the effort.

“You’re—ah, fuck! Sasuke!” His name on Naruto’s lips is all the encouragement he needs to keep going, hands moving to stroke the alpha with the same fast pace he had used on himself earlier. The taste of Naruto’s precome has Sasuke feeling dizzy, all but drunk. His tongue feels heavy and his hole aches, but he doesn’t stop. He swallows Naruto down as far as he can and then runs his tongue along the veins of the alpha’s length, hands stroking him off with the saliva spilling from his mouth.

“Fuck, Sasuke that’s so good—fuck I’m already close,” Sasuke finds himself drowning in blue again as Naruto cups his cheek and brushes the hair out his eyes. It’s…tender, and sweet and Sasuke cannot deal with that right now. His own cock throbs and his hole aches so much it almost hurts. He blames the tears that spring to his eyes on swallowing Naruto’s length. In a moment of clarity, he realizes that blue will never be the same for him.

Sasuke takes a moment to breathe, trying to get himself under control, ducking his head to nuzzle at Naruto’s balls so that he can hide whatever face he’s making. He’s so focused on calming himself that he almost misses the way Naruto’s fingers dig into the sofa, nails practically tearing the fabric when Sasuke’s breath whispers across his taint. He freezes, an idea that borders on delirious hope taking root and budding in his mind. His earlier fragility is shelved for higher priorities.

“Tell me if you want me to stop.” Sasuke freezes until Naruto nods, confusion coloring his eyes, blown wide and dilated with pleasure. He locks his gaze with Naruto’s as he slides his hand down his stomach, past his throbbing cock and stops at his entrance, leaning forward and brushing his lips against Naruto’s length, licking at the precome beaded at the head. He can feel Naruto throb against his lips when he moves his other hand, dipping a finger into himself and moaning around Naruto’s cock. Pleasure rocks through him but he withdraws his finger before he can give in to the temptation to fuck himself while his lips are stretched around the alpha’s cock. It takes herculean effort to drag his fingers away, dripping with his own slick.

He almost laughs at the look on Naruto’s face, somewhere between enraptured and bewildered, hopeful, even. But trepidation traps his laughter within him as he glares at Naruto and repeats himself, “Tell me, if you want me to stop.”

“O-Okay, wha—” Naruto cuts himself off with his own gasp as Sasuke uses the finger soaked with his slick to massage the alpha’s taint. The broken groan that leaves Naruto’s lips and the way the blond spreads his thighs encourage Sasuke to continue, his other hand taking up Naruto’s cock so he can dip his tongue into his slit. He’s never been more grateful to be ambidextrous than he is in that moment. “Oh—Fu-Fuck, Sasuke don’t stop!”

He doesn’t. He presses his tongue against the underside of Naruto’s length and quickens the pace of his finger across the alpha’s taint, kneading the soft skin until he feels Naruto’s muscles spasming around him. Sasuke wraps his other hand around the blonde’s length, swallows down as far as he can and hollows his cheeks right as he slides his slick finger across Naruto’s entrance.

The next few moments are hazy, at best. His vision blurs as he struggles to breathe, releasing Naruto’s cock so he doesn’t choke. Hot spurts of come spatter across his cheeks, his chin, and his own body aches with such ferociousness that he simply stops processing anything beyond the pleasure wracking his body in waves.

It almost hurts, his cock diamond hard and his hole spasming, need tearing through him with such viciousness that he cries out. He wants so badly to come, and yet the greedy part of him only wants it if he can feel Naruto inside him, coming with him. He shivers and groans and buries his face as best he can in Naruto’s thigh, focusing instead on the alpha shaking beneath him, breaths choppy and uneven.

“I—oh fuck, that was—you—” Those pretty blue eyes of his are all but black, dilated and blown wide as Naruto babbles, hands unclenching from the couch. The smug satisfaction Sasuke feels at seeing the rips in the fabric allows him to breathe a bit easier, focusing instead on the pleasure of seeing Naruto completely wrecked. “Fuck, I—are you okay?”

He’s entirely unprepared to answer that question, or even able to comprehend the amount of tenderness in Naruto’s eyes as he brushes his fingers along Sasuke’s jaw, brushes his hair back and settles at the crook of his neck. It feels—it’s…a lot. The way Naruto’s hand fits so perfectly there leaves Sasuke breathless.

So he deflects. “Are you?” He schools his expression and raises an eyebrow at the alpha whose cock is still completely hard, even as the evidence of his climax thickens on Sasuke’s cheek, come growing tacky and sticky.

Naruto laughs. Sasuke dies a bit, at the sound he’s certain he’ll never be able to forget. “Yeah, I’d say so. I think that’s the hardest I’ve ever come in my life…” Fondness bleeds across the alpha’s face as he wipes up the come on Sasuke’s face.

Fuck. Fuck-FUCK. He’s so beautiful, Sasuke can’t even think straight, but he fights to form a single intelligent thought, push coherent sounds past lips that quiver.

“Then why are you still…” He flicks his eyes to the alpha’s cock, still hard and hot and heavy where it rests on Naruto’s thigh.

“Oh, uh…sometimes I can’t—well I mean,” Sasuke’s obsession with the blush that spreads across Naruto’s cheeks morphs into a sort of…delirium, a fondness that swamps him. He’s too far gone to care anymore, simply giving in to the urge to watch the color spread, stare all he likes. “It won’t soften until I knot…”

His ears perk up at that—he’s heard of alphas with that…problem, but he’s never actually seen it happen. Most alphas talk a big game, but one orgasm is enough to put them under. Even with his eidetic memory, Sasuke can’t precisely count how many times an alpha has fallen asleep on him after only one round. Enough for him to learn to get his own orgasm before letting his partner finish, discourteous though that may be.

He can’t help but stare at Naruto’s length, pretty and slick and so temptingly hard. It makes his mouth water, his already fried brain cells kicking into gear.

“When was your last physical? For the modeling agency.” He shouldn’t ask—he definitely shouldn’t ask, because depending on the answer, any sense of caution he has will promptly disintegrate.

“Huh?” Naruto tilts his head in confusion at the apparent non-sequitur. It’s stupidly cute, and Sasuke tucks the image away to think about later. “Last week. Why?”

“Any problems?” The heat on his skin grows from a simmer to a sear, his own need hijacking whatever sense he previously had. Though, admittedly, he’d stopped having any sense after first laying eyes on Naruto. He’s too horny to parse what exactly that means for him.

“No, of course not. They said I’m as healthy as a horse.” His hands continue to brush strands of Sasuke’s hair from his eyes, caress his jaw, settle at the crook of his neck. It’s achingly tender. Sasuke can’t take anymore, and yet he fears he’ll never get enough.

“I want you. I want to ride you, feel you inside me. I want to come on your cock until I pass out from the pleasure.” The words are low and gravelly as they leave his dry lips, tinged with want and need intertwined. He’s always been honest to a fault, even to the point of cruelty.

“I—uh, fuck,” Naruto’s entire body shivers and he bites his lips as his hips rock forward, seeking friction for his cock that’s already begun to twitch again. Sasuke doesn’t relent. He digs his nails into the alpha’s thighs instead of moving to stroke him off, regardless of how much he’d enjoy the feel of Naruto’s throbbing length under his palm.

“I won’t let you mark me. This isn’t an invitation to mate. I just want you to fuck me until this ache goes away.” He forces Naruto to meet his gaze, ignoring the needy way his hips are already shifting, cock twitching against his abs.

“I-I know. I understand, I just—” Naruto stutters, hands shaking where they rest in Sasuke’s hair, on his neck.

“You promised, didn’t you? I have your word. Not a single mark on me.” He shoves the hope he has deep, deep down, doesn’t let it color his voice.

“Yes…yes, you have my word. If that’s what you want, let me give it to you.” Naruto’s reply is soft, his eyes even moreso, as if he hears the hope Sasuke buried.

It’s overwhelming and Sasuke is too tired to fight the relief that floods through him, the hope and fondness and…longing being fulfilled. It’s too much, so he simply rides the waves of emotion and pushes everything else aside, pressing closer to touch his lips against Naruto’s, soft and sweet and lingering despite the fire burning beneath his skin. It’s a kiss unlike any he’s had before, and whatever hope he has of processing that vanishes when Naruto gently pulls him into his lap, runs his fingers along Sasuke’s thighs, his waist, his back, his arms. It’s like lava, molten and slow, soft and yet searing all at once.

He loses himself in this kiss. Or rather, he had lost himself the moment he sank deep into blue, but he’s reached the point where he doesn’t want to fight back to the surface. It’s…comforting, in these depths, and below them is a pleasure he knows he’ll never be able to forget. He wants it, and he trusts Naruto, for reasons he really can’t understand. To keep his word, to hold Sasuke close, to give him what he wants without taking what he’s not ready to give.

The buildup this time is different—he’s not devouring the alpha as if starving for the taste. Rather, he lingers, savors, and discovers that he could spend hours just kissing and being kissed by this beautiful man. Naruto matches his pace, kissing and petting and lingering until Sasuke feels like he’s boiling, entire body shaking and aching.

He barely realizes his fingers have found their way to his entrance until he’s rubbing at himself, gathering up his own slick to coat his hand. Naruto feels all but scalding under his palm as he strokes him long and slow, the alpha moaning even as he glares at Sasuke with a look that screams “don’t tease.”

A soft chuckle bubbles up past his mouth, a smile tugging at his lips. He wants to tease, to spend hours keeping the blond on the edge of orgasm, until all he knows is Sasuke, until all he can do is scream his name. In mercy, in rapture. He tucks away the fantasy for later, focusing instead on the glory of reality before him.

The moment is taut when he shifts to straddle Naruto’s thighs, an…anxiousness Sasuke’s unfamiliar with when he feels the alpha’s cock nudging at him. He seems even bigger now, throbbing in Sasuke’s hand. He can’t recall ever taking an alpha this…blessed, as it were.

Sasuke isn’t accustomed to being read—in point of fact, he’s been told time and time again that his poker face is entirely unreadable, a skill he learned from his brother, and one that has held him in good stead for many years. So how is it that Naruto knows the moment he hesitates?

“Hey,” The blond murmurs, breath whispering across Sasuke’s jaw, “did you know you’re the most beautiful man I’ve ever met?” He rubs circles in the backs of Sasuke’s thighs as each word soothes away the apprehension that had goosebumps jittering across his skin. “So strong and fierce and pretty all at once…”

His blood turns to honey as he leans back, preens under the compliments like some kind of peacock, sinking down onto Naruto’s heat until he can feel himself stretching to accommodate the alpha’s size. It’s—it’s so much. His eyes screw shut in concentration as he sinks down, down, down, walls stretching until they burn, and yet it feels so fucking good. He works himself down until he’s fully seated, breath evening out as he looks up to find Naruto hands clenching into the couch, tension turning his abs rock-hard as he struggles to stay still.

Sasuke leans in, nips at his jaw, his lips, kisses him until all the tension leaks out of him and Naruto releases a long, harsh breath.

“Fuck, you feel…nng—” Sasuke cuts him off before he can finish, tilting his hips up and then sinking back down again, moaning as he moves his hands to Naruto’s broad shoulders, shifts his legs to get better leverage. And then he does it again. And again. And again, until he’s bouncing on the alpha’s dick, lips pressed to Naruto’s to capture his moans, fill him with his own.

He feels so full, hungering for more every time he lifts up, slamming back down and screaming when it hits the spot inside him that has him seeing stars. His body moves on its own, as if built for this exact purpose, shifting so that he’s leaning back and rolling his hips instead of bouncing up and down, Naruto’s cock stretching his inner walls and slamming on that place inside him with each cant of his hips.

The wet sounds of slick on skin are drowned out by his screaming, by Naruto’s moaning, until all he can hear is them, until all he can feel is Naruto throbbing inside him. “I-I’m close, fuck I’m—Naruto!”

Whatever control the alpha had before breaks when he hears his name on Sasuke’s lips, his hands coming up to grip Sasuke’s waist with bruising force. It feels so fucking good, even moreso when the alpha snaps his hips, fucks up into Sasuke until his balls slap against his ass. Sasuke screams, thighs burning as he matches each of Naruto’s thrusts with his own, head falling back as his back bows and eyes screw shut.

He barely recognizes his own voice as his mouth falls open, “Naruto—ah! I-I want you—AH! Come inside me!”

Naruto’s responding moan is all but a growl, his hands rough as they cup Sasuke’s cheek and pull him in for a searing kiss, panting against his lips. He’s close—he’s so close, he can feel himself teetering on the edge, just out of reach.

“Come for me, Sasuke.”

His orgasm rips through him before he’s ready, although part of him is fairly certain he never could have prepared for a climax this intense. Fuck seeing stars, Sasuke sees whole constellations behind his eyes and his throat burns from screaming, yet he can’t hear himself, his heart roaring so loud in his ears that it drowns out everything else.

Before he can settle back into his own skin, he feels Naruto shudder beneath him, come lining his inner walls, turning him into a sobbing mess from oversensitivity. It nearly sends him into another orgasm, softened cock spasming from the sensations. He comes back to himself in stages, his hearing restarting once his heart settles down a bit, his vision blurry as he opens his eyes and finds himself curled into Naruto’s embrace, face buried in the crook of his neck.

His overworked heart simply stops when his sense of smell returns and he scents blood, iron tinging the air around him. He flinches, suddenly hyper-aware of his surroundings, of Naruto’s knot pressed against his entrance, nearly pushing in.

Processing the scene before him takes more brain power than he’s capable of, at the moment, but he perseveres. The hand he has clenched into Naruto’s hair tightens, tugging at the alpha until he can see, the blond shifting under his touch even as his body shudders. Blood trickles down Sasuke’s neck, bright and vivid, terrifying in the way it practically sings to him, his senses so overloaded he feels like he’s hallucinating.

The fact that he doesn’t feel any pain should have been the first indicator, but his body is so over-sensitized, he’s not sure he would have, even if Naruto had gone back on his word. But the alpha didn’t, Naruto’s teeth having sunk into his own hand hard enough to leave deep grooves in the skin, blood smearing his lips.

“I-I’m sorry, I—” His voice is broken and coarse, his blue eyes cloudy. Sasuke cuts him off before he can finish, unable to stop himself from kissing the blond, licking up the blood on his lips. It’s…primal, and possessive and entirely beyond his ability to comprehend, but all he’s able to process in that moment is his own relief, and on its heels, amazement.

He’d been reckless, had put himself in the exact scenario he never wanted to be in—had pointedly avoided for the entirety of his life. And yet Naruto hadn’t disappointed him, had instead exceeded every one of his expectations. The alpha had bit into his own hand, drawn his own blood to keep from marking Sasuke, simply because that was what Sasuke wanted.

He feels almost drunk on the idea of asking the alpha for more but having come his brains out twice in the span of…however long, is enough to have exhaustion weighing down his limbs, making his eyelids feel heavy.

“My knot…I’m—” Naruto sounds so genuinely sorry, Sasuke nearly melts.

“S’okay…” He mumbles in reply. It’s more difficult than it should be to form words, much less push sounds past his lips. “It’s not like either of us are going anywhere in this snowstorm.”

A convenient excuse, one he’s proud of his exhausted brain for coming up with. His hands move to grab Naruto’s, turn it over to examine the wound. It’s deep, and looks incredibly painful, yet the blond doesn’t utter a word. He simply grabs his discarded shirt and wipes up the blood on Sasuke’s skin.

“Are you…” The question comes unbidden from his lips, despite his efforts to stop it from forming, “okay?”

“Hmm?” Naruto tilts his head again in that way Sasuke can’t help but find fond, endearing, even. “Oh. Yeah…I-I’m sorry, I couldn’t think of any other way to…stop myself.”

The blush Sasuke has become obsessed with spreads across Naruto’s cheeks again, and this time he gives in to temptation and traces his fingers across it, finding tiny birthmarks that almost look like whiskers. They enrapture him, make him want to kiss his way across them. A silly feeling, and yet he doesn’t immediately dismiss it.

“Mn.” He replies, shifting to settle more comfortably into Naruto’s hold, hissing a bit when he feels Naruto’s knot press against him again.

“A-ah, well, it’s really no big deal…I heal pretty fast.”

True to his word, the wounds have already closed, blood no longer welling up along his skin. The scratch on his cheek having completely faded. It fascinates Sasuke, but sleep tugs at his consciousness, causing a yawn to escape past his lips as he nestles closer to Naruto, craving his warmth. The alpha wraps his arms around Sasuke’s waist, enveloping him in all the warmth he could ever need.

He’s drifting off to sleep before he can stop himself, the last coherent thought he can form being that he wouldn’t mind waking up in this kind of warmth every day.

He can’t tell if it’s a dream or reality when he feels a kiss pressed to the top of his head, a voice tickling across his ear, too quiet to make out.

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Sasuke wakes to a heartbeat beneath his palm. Steady, constant, it almost lulls him back to sleep, except there’s sunlight on his skin, an ache in his body. He remembers the night before, and the smile that tugs at his lips surprises him to full wakefulness. Naruto’s scent intertwines with his own, the notes delicately laced over one another; it’s as intoxicating as it is decadent, tantalizing and luscious. It makes it hard for him to raise his head and blink past the light filtering through the windows.

His breath catches at the image before him, Naruto asleep and bathed in dawnlight, the sun caressing his birthmarks, brightening his eyelashes, his hair. He can’t help but stare, take in the beauty of the man who had…well, who had practically fucked him senseless, had given Sasuke everything he wanted and more.

Time slips away from him as he drinks his fill, grateful for his eidetic memory storing away the view. He doesn’t make a sound or move, but Naruto stirs beneath him regardless, as if somehow attuned to him. A ridiculous idea. Maybe Naruto had fucked him so good it permanently altered his capacity to form coherent thoughts.

Blue greets him as Naruto blinks awake, stretching his limbs without extricating Sasuke from where he sits on the alpha’s lap, head still resting on his shoulder.

“Hey,” Naruto’s smile is even more brilliant than the dawn, his voice low and deep from sleep.

“Hey,” Sasuke whispers back, all but dumbstruck by the iridescent man underneath him.

“I didn’t take you for a morning person,” Naruto teases, hand coming up to entwine with Sasuke’s where it rests above his heart. It’s incredibly intimate and tender, their voices no louder than murmurs, as if they’re both afraid to burst the hazy bubble that enshrouds them, as if afraid to lose the intimacy of the moment.

If he’s being perfectly honest, he’s as far from a morning person as humanly possible. Unless there’s coffee or urgency dragging him from his bed, Sasuke has trouble waking up. But the sheer amount of gratitude he feels for getting the chance to see Naruto bathed in the sunlight of daybreak swamps him. It leaves him unmoored, floundering in unknown territory. Intimacy and gratitude are not two things he has a whole lot of experience with.

Uncertainty sparks through him, and on its heels is a vicious, primal voice whispers to him.

Mine.

He ignores it, because Naruto isn’t his. Nor will he ever be. Sasuke chose his path a long time ago; a career he’s proud of and the ambition to be more than some alpha’s pet omega snuffing out that voice like a candle in the wind. Besides, arrogant though he may be, even he knows better than to lay claim on a man who outshines the sun itself.

He pushes aside all those thoughts and uncertainties, focusing instead on basking in the lush warmth between them, drinking in the moment while he can.

Fate would laugh in his face, as it turns out. Before he can settle back into his spot under Naruto’s jaw, the door to his office flings open. His blood turns to ice in his veins as he looks up and sees Itachi standing in his doorway, his brother’s lips pursing as his eyes take in the scene. They linger on Sasuke’s neck, Naruto’s hand, and finally turn to meet his open-mouthed stare, as unreadable and unflappable as ever, even as Naruto moves to cover his lower half with whatever piece of fabric is closest to him. Naruto’s shirt…littered among the floor with the rest of his clothes.

“Call mom. She’s worried.” Itachi deadpans, turning on his heel and silently closing the door.

If not for the way his heart skitters out of control, Sasuke could almost believe he’d imagined the incident, but Naruto’s slack jaw and wide eyes confirm his worst nightmare. So much for enjoying the morning. He sighs and nudges Naruto to the bathroom adjoining his office. It’s small, but he finds he doesn’t mind being pressed to Naruto as he pulls out the overnight bag he keeps for emergencies.

They clean up the best they can, given the circumstances, a moist towel shared between them. Naruto’s hands are gentle as he wipes the cloth across him, lingering between his legs. He leans into the touch, still hungry for more even after the night they just had.

Arousal simmers between them and they’re kissing before he can help himself, tongues sliding together in a rhythm that already feels familiar. The thought of his brother’s condescending stare waiting for him outside his office spurs him to linger a little longer, take a big, greedy bite of the alpha he’s certain he’ll never forget.

They part, eventually, Naruto taking the pieces of clothes Sasuke hands him with a small smile tugging at his lips, still bright and moist from their kiss. Luckily for the blond, Sasuke always has several outfits in his office at all times. Usually mockups of designs or sometimes last minute adjustments to current pieces. He dresses himself in his spare clothes, silently bundling up the disaster of his slacks from yesterday and tossing them into the trash. The vest, at least, held its shape surprisingly well for being flung halfway across a room and abandoned on the floor.

“Hey, would you—I mean, do you want to…grab lunch?” Naruto’s voice settles back to the timbre Sasuke remembers from yesterday, sleep no longer deepening the notes, even as nervousness causes it to shift a touch higher, blush creeping along his cheeks. “Later, I mean—or maybe dinner? Or—”

“Breakfast sounds better.” Sasuke cuts him off. He hates breakfast, but the brilliant smile Naruto gives him is enough for him to ignore that small detail, rolling his eyes as Naruto catches his hand and twines their fingers together. Silly. Sasuke doesn’t stop him, though. In point of fact, he actually…squeezes the alpha’s hand a bit, breathing deep when he opens his office door and prepares to face his elder brother.

Surprisingly, all that greets him is a small sticky-note tacked to the door.

Tell Naruto to call my office. I have some business I wish to discuss with him.

-Itachi

Leave it to his brother to have sussed out the identity of…whatever Naruto is to him.

Mine. That stupid fucking voice whispers to him again. He ignores it, even as his fingers tighten around Naruto’s, his thumb caressing Sasuke’s knuckles.

He crumples the note and tugs Naruto to the elevator, stomach rumbling. Whatever it is they are, he can decide after eating something. The bakery right underneath his apartment pops into his head, and the idea of sharing some coffee and a scone with Naruto is far too appealing to pass up. Plus…the added benefit of his own bed sings to him like a siren’s call, especially as it comes with the image of Naruto splayed out across his sheets.

He has the feeling the alpha wouldn’t say no to breakfast in bed.