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but has one ever experienced an    ONIGIRI  KISS    where it just comes straight from the tap? might sound disgusting but it just makes the kisses have flavor    &    it’s not naruto’s fault that he just happened to have food in his mouth while   giving   them a kiss.

leafsenshi. as sakura. ( mutual )

             he doesn’t want to think. he hates the way these feelings tense in his gut and coil up in knots. it’s guilt -- it plagues him like a virus, it feeds like parasites in his bones and eats away at his sleep and leaves him fatigued and empty. it snowballs into a bile that builds in his throat and he has to swallow back with thick aggression. and the only way he knows to distract himself from that horror storm within him is by taking something. hands come up -- one tangling in sasuke’s hair, gripping it hard and holding his mouth against his own; the other digging fingerprints into his hips, grinding their bodies together so friction and heat cause distracting pleasure. but his actions are rough; they’re sloppy. there’s none of the normal dominance and control he usually prides himself in. this is just passion; just heat and pure primal need. like an animal. like a hunger that feeds his actions. ‘ i need you. i need you right fucking now. ’ he growls, panting against his twins lips. ‘ i need to have you. ’

              ‘ you know, the more you struggle against those straps, the tighter they’ll get. ’ the medic hummed over his shoulder, shooting a quick glance at the boy he has pinned down. he’s just coming to now -- after a heavy amount of sedative, sasuke had been unconscious for hours. but kabuto was patient. he had waited. he wanted him awake for this. it was almost more fun when they were awake. kabuto pulls a glove on, hearing the latex snap tight over his skin and pulling a mask over his nose and mouth, thin blade in his dominate hand. ‘ lord orochimaru will be traveling for some time. i decided now was a good time to... get to know you, sasuke-kun. don’t worry -- i’ll heal whatever i damage. ’

         ‘ ah -- sasuke-sama--!! ’ it’s easy pinpoint just who was in the room; the smell of sweat and just a little blood hung in the damp air, the noise of panting and grunts came from a familiar tone; the uchiha was training, as he often did, in this area of the hideout. ‘ i didn’t mean to disturb you; do you mind if i stay and listen? ’ he asked, sightless gaze falling on the man as the sound of his own voice brought back just enough information for him to pinpoint the other. 

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