#sascho

All of the plush, supple fat that pads out Choji’s body is layered over dense muscle. His frame is hard-packed and thick with it, and without the softness he carefully maintains to use his clan’s jutsu Choji would have the kind of body that would have gym bros absolutely rabid with jealousy. Wide shoulders and a barrel of a chest, arms made thick and heavy with muscle, a broad, strong back, legs like tree trunks. Choji would cut one hell of a figure.

With that Akimichi softness though, with all that extra padding rounding him out… fuck, he’s got curves like a woman.

Choji is head and shoulders taller than Sasuke when he stands, and he’s head-shoulders-and-a-bit taller than him with them both laying down like this, Sasuke kneeling between Choji’s spread legs. It leaves Sasuke at the perfect height to bury his face in Choji’s chest. (He’s got tits, the heavy swell of his pecs and the squishy fat layered on top of them, god.)

He’s the softest man Sasuke has ever been with and it’s so fucking hot he can’t breathe.

“Can I fuck you?” Sasuke rasps, slurs. Opens his mouth to drag, hungry, across Choji’s chest until he can catch a nipple in his mouth.

Choji makes a hoarse, flustered sound, arching up under him. One massive hand clutches at Sasuke’s hip while the other fumbles blindly for his ass, pulling him in closer in a mindless motion, Choji’s cock huge and hot like a brand against Sasuke’s stomach, Sasuke’s cock dragging thick between the seam of Choji’s ass. They both groan, echoing hunger back at each other.

“Do,” Choji gasps, and he already sounds overwhelmed, of course he does, that’s so Choji. “Do you really want to?”