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inhale
naruto was everywhere all at once, illuminating and warm; not unlike sunlight on his too hot skin.
exhale
sasuke sank his fingernails into the skin of her upper hips in a desprate attempt to smother the down right fucking needy noises escaping his mouth — shame threatening to swallow him whole because he wanted, god he wanted...
naruto raises her head from his neck — sharpened teeth, busted lip; blood dripping down her neck — to press her forehead against his; blue, blue eyes ensnaring him at once.
“fuck,” he whispers, and his voice cracks in broken yearning.
her smile turns coy, a kiss to the corner of his mouth; teasing, taunting — "what's the matter uchiha?" she whispers back, the words tracing his lips. "can't keep up with the dead last?"
something like heat settles in the pit of his stomach, familiar and demanding attention.
his back went rigid, chanting — challenge, challenge, challenge
and with all the will that she possessed, naruto responded in turn
"believe it"