Their bedroom lay in soft, shadowed light, the quiet rhythm of their breathing filling the space. Darkness gathered gently around them, making everything feel closer, more intimate.

Deidara’s face was pressed into the mattress, his hands clutching the sheets so tightly his knuckles had gone pale. Every breath left him ragged and uneven. His body felt like it had been turned inside out, every nerve alive, raw with the inexorable pleasure building low in his hips. Wherever Sasori’s hands touched him, the heat lingered like a brand.

Sasori’s thrusts were precise, controlled. His rhythm was engineered to unravel Deidara with every steady press forward. He took his time, savoring every broken sound that slipped from Deidara’s throat, the tremor that ran through his body. Sweat glistened along the arch of his back, the low light catching in the shallow curve of his spine and the dimples above his hips.

With every movement, Deidara’s body dragged forward helplessly against the sheets. There was nowhere for him to go, nowhere to escape the relentless, demanding rhythm.

Sasori’s hand tightened around Deidara’s hip, fingers pressing firmly into the heat of his skin as he drove into him with long, deep strokes. His presence closed in from every side—his chest pressed solidly against Deidara’s back, the heat of him everywhere, the steady grind of his hips rubbing against that sensitive place that made Deidara’s thoughts dissolve into white noise. And close to his ear, Sasori moaned low, his voice warm and rough, spilling into Deidara’s mind until it felt like his brain might melt apart entirely.

The sound of Sasori’s pleasure sent another surge of heat through him, Deidara’s own arousal climbing higher, fuller, until it threatened to spill over.

The rhythm of it became hypnotic. Slow. Consuming.

Inhale, exhale. Pleasure rolled through Deidara in cresting waves. He felt impossibly full, Sasori’s cock buried deep inside him, the sensation stretching through his womb until it made his whole body burn. It left him feverish, overwhelmed, his hips grinding mindlessly against Sasori.

Breath fell into breath. Movement into movement. Sound into sound. The moment softened at the edges until the world outside it disappeared completely.

All that remained was Sasori.

Sasori.

Sasori.

Sasori.

Deidara’s moans tore from his throat, rough with need; something instinctive and animal pulled from deep in his chest. He gave himself over to it completely, body and spirit yielding to Sasori as he claimed him.

Warm slick spread along the inside of Deidara’s thighs, glistening faintly, spilling down to coat the base of Sasori’s cock.

Deidara was close; so close the mounting pressure had begun to border on unbearable, a tight, trembling coil drawing tighter with every deep thrust.

Sasori’s hand slipped between Deidara’s thighs, finding him flushed, swollen, and slick with need. The heat of it made Sasori groan softly. Two of his fingers dragged slowly through the wetness there, gathering it before brushing against his clit.

His touch sent a sharp shock of pleasure through deidara. Left him gasping, his whole body jolting as the sensation rippled outward in bright, dizzying waves.

Sasori didn’t falter, didn’t give him a moment of reprieve. His hips kept moving in that same deep, deliberate rhythm while his fingers circled again, slow and knowing, spreading the gathered slickness as he touched him.

The pressure inside Deidara’s womb finally snapped, his body tightening helplessly as he clenched around Sasori’s cock, overwhelmed by the force of his orgasm. His hand reached blindly for Sasori, gripping his wrist as he bore down with a feral sound.

Sasori didn’t slow. He kept fucking into him through the trembling aftershocks, forceful and relentless, the hand on his hip steadying as Deidara convulsed around him.

Each deep stroke dragged the pleasure out longer, stretching the moment until Deidara could do nothing but sob and cling to him, caught in the lingering waves of it.

It wasn’t until Deidara whimpered something barely resembling Sasori’s name, hips kicking as he tried to escape the overstimulating touch, that Sasori finally eased back. He withdrew his fingers and pressed a warm, soothing hand over Deidara’s cunt, letting the electricity in him discharge. His thrusts slowed to a pause, giving Deidara a moment to catch his breath.

Sasori’s other hand rose to cradle Deidara’s face, brushing the tangled strands of blond hair away from his eyes. His mouth hung open, breathing uneven and harsh, cheeks flushed and glistening with tears and drool. Sasori swiped gently at the corner of his mouth with his thumb, cooing.

He held Deidara’s face carefully in his hands, tilting it slightly as he searched for his gaze, patient and steady, letting him come back to Sasori on his own time.

When Deidara’s wild gaze finally softened, Sasori tested the waters with a small, careful thrust. He watched closely, savoring the way Deidara’s lips parted and his brows drew together, that dazed, overstimulated look settling over his face. Deidara tried to focus on him, on Sasori’s plump lips, the fall of messy red hair, the dark, half-lidded bedroom gaze fixed on him.

“You okay?” Sasori murmured, voice low and intimate.

“Uhn,” Deidara managed eloquently, still reeling from the force of his orgasm.

The disoriented sound of it—the stunned look on his face—made something warm bloom in Sasori’s chest.

He leaned down and captured Deidara’s lips in a slow kiss, deepening it gradually as he guided him onto his back with gentle insistence.

Deidara went willingly, letting himself be moved, letting Sasori settle him against the mattress. His thighs spread easily as Sasori parted them and pushed back inside him in a slow, steady slide.

Deidara moaned softly into the kiss when Sasori’s hand cupped his breast, the warmth of his palm sending sparks of pleasure through his still-sensitive body. His back arched instinctively as Sasori drove deeper, the movement slow but deliberate, pulling another breathless sound from his throat.

After that, Deidara simply yielded to him—letting Sasori claim him again and again through the quiet hours of the night.