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Amid the office stress and the terabyte of spreadsheets he needed to deliver by the end of the week, Sasuke tried not to lose his mind.
With little success, I must say.
His blond coworker who sat across from him, on the other hand, displayed a level of cheerfulness and joy that anyone would envy — even the grumpy, antisocial Uchiha. He just refused to show any sign of that. Instead, Sasuke chose his sourest, most hateful scowl whenever he spoke words of discouragement and apathy.
“Dude, Sasuke, fix that face or you’ll scare away even the rats in this place,” Naruto complained loud enough for everyone around him in their little circle — of slackers, Sasuke would say — to hear and laugh along.
The social butterfly, also known as Naruto, spent more time chatting with everyone than actually working — and that drove Sasuke insane, mainly because most of the workload ended up on him.
“For God’s sake, Naruto, if I hear you all laughing one more time, I swear I’m committing mass murder in this building.”
A sepulchral silence fell over the room and, slowly, the idle ones began to disperse.
Satisfied with himself, Sasuke went back to hammering away at the keyboard.
“Man, if you keep this up, you’re gonna have a burnout before the year ends. You need to relax, dude!” said the only person foolish enough to face a cranky Uchiha, plopping down on his swivel chair.
“Too late,” he replied without stopping what he was doing, eyes glued to the numbers on the screen.
The excitable blond let out a petty little grumble, clearly displeased with the lack of attention, but stayed quiet.
He looked around, bored. Swung his feet, drummed his fingers on the desk, spun in the chair, searched the internet for memes, but nothing made time move any faster. He glanced at Sasuke — laser-focused on work — and a mischievous idea sparkled in his mind.
He bent down to look under the desk and, in the next second, was on his knees, crawling toward the Uchiha’s legs — who didn’t notice anything until he felt warm hands spreading over his thighs.
Eyes wide, Sasuke looked down, not understanding what the hell was happening.
“Naruto, what—”
“Shhh, I’m gonna help you with that burnout.” Naruto’s hurried hands were already unbuckling his leather belt.
“Naruto!” Sasuke whispered urgently. “Did you finally lose your mind!?”
“Relax, there’s no one else here.” With Sasuke’s pants now open, Naruto looked up at him, blue eyes sparkling with amusement and excitement.
Then, torturously slow, still staring up at him, Naruto pulled down his underwear, revealing Sasuke’s half-hard cock. Licking his lips, he began stroking it, and it quickly hardened in his hand.
“Naruto, we can’t…” Sasuke tried to complain, but his voice was already more needy than annoyed.
Breathless, he tried to hold back a moan when Naruto’s soft, warm lips wrapped around the head of his cock — unsuccessfully.
By instinct, one of his hands went to the blond hair while the other gripped the arm of the chair as if his life depended on it. Saying fuck it, he leaned back, giving Naruto more room to work. He closed his eyes, letting the forbidden pleasure seep into every fiber of his body.
If they were caught, they’d have to move to another city, but right now, all that mattered was the delicious mix of lust and adrenaline.
With a loud pop, Naruto let Sasuke’s cock slip from the warmth and pressure of his mouth, admiring the man’s undone posture with a deeply satisfied grin. He pumped the erect shaft with his hand while his mouth now focused on Sasuke’s overly full balls.
“And who’s been neglecting you, my love?” he asked playfully, irony dripping along with the saliva on his lips.
“Naruto, shut up and get back to sucking me,” Sasuke muttered impatiently, guiding the blond’s head back to his cock.
He kept his hand there, controlling the Uzumaki’s eager movements, his pleasure consuming his thoughts and making him consider fucking Naruto right there.
“Ah, fuck,” he groaned, fingers tightening in the blond strands. “Yeah, keep going. Fuck, that feels so good.”
Naruto was getting himself messy, swallowing Sasuke’s cock like his life depended on it, his own dick throbbing with need as his head bobbed under the desk.
Suddenly, the sound of a door opening startled them. Naruto paused, and Sasuke tried to compose himself, looking around for the source. A woman from the financial department walked toward him and stopped a few meters away.
“Sasuke, where’s Naruto? I need to talk to him.”
The Uchiha swallowed hard as Naruto resumed sucking the head of his cock.
“He— he went… to get some coffee,” he answered, barely holding back a daring moan that threatened to escape.
He yanked Naruto’s hair sharply, earning a light bite to the tip, and clenched his teeth, toes curling inside his shoes. The woman still scrutinized him, dubious, and Sasuke wished he could evaporate on the spot.
With one eyebrow raised, she lowered her gaze from Sasuke’s twisted expression — and then her face shifted into amusement.
The soles of a pair of dress shoes were clearly visible under the shared desk.
“Right…” she muttered, grinning. “I’ll come back later, but I suggest you lock the door next time.” She turned and left.
Sasuke’s already warm face turned fully scarlet at her comment, while Naruto sucked him like he wanted to extract the elixir of life.
“Yoouu…” Sasuke said — or moaned? — “are a fucking little slut,” he finished, breathless, locking eyes with those blazing blue irises.
Naruto had to stop sucking him to laugh — a loud, gorgeous laugh — his hands slipping under Sasuke’s dress shirt in a teasing caress.
“A slut you love.” He smiled, almost challenging, their gazes still locked.
Sasuke shrugged, a little shaky, but a smirk tugging at his lips. With fingers still tangled in Naruto’s hair, he pulled him up as he leaned forward to capture the blond’s wet mouth in a breathtaking kiss.
When he pulled back and saw his boyfriend’s satisfied, messy face, Sasuke knew that from now on, he’d suffer from burn-in.
Because that image would be permanently etched into his retinas.