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.x.Hidden.x.Winter.x.
To say Sasuke was
exhausted would be an understatement. His fingers were clumsy as he fumbled
with his keys, his hair messy where he'd gripped it in the way that screamed
'it's been a stressful day'. He didn't bother flicking on the lights to his
shared apartment as he stepped into the entrance hallway, usually it would be
because he didn't want to wake up the woman probably asleep by now, today he
just didn't have the energy. Hand outstretched on the wall beside him, he
maneuvered his way to the bedroom, dropping his briefcase against the wall, his
blazer not far behind. He wrestled with his tie, and then settled for leaving
it knotted, but hanging loosely around his neck. He kicked off his shoes and
left them littering the hallway, and finally when he had thrown his socks in
the corner of the room, he twisted his body and fell into the bed, sighing as
it conformed to him on all sides.
All sides? Wait, where
was Kiyiya? She was always asleep on his right, waiting for him to curl himself
around her. Immediately he was awake, just in time to feel her hand trail
delicately over the buttons of his dress shirt. He sighed, half relaxed at her
touch and half something else that tugged at his mind after such a day.
He could just make out
her face from the light filtering in the window, but that wasn't enough, not
after he hadn't seen her all day.
She leaned a leg over,
straddling his waist, golden eyes peering down at him. "You're home late,
busy day?" She fiddled with his untidy collar before trailing back down to
flit over his covered chest. Sasuke grunted at the move,
"The worst. I was
ready to come home and then that Baka Uzumaki had to pick an argument with the
rival representatives."
Kiyiya hummed, brushing
her fingers lightly over his nipples.
"I was stuck there
for hours cleaning up after him, writing apologies, booking reconciliation
dinners, writing cheques. Like the company doesn't have enough to deal with
already, it doesn't need him dragging our name through the dirt-"
His voice was muffled,
his mouth immediately more interested in kissing Kiyiya, who had leaned down
and smothered his lips with hers. Her poor husband needed a break from his
work, and she fully intended to give him one. She would have even if she hadn't
already had plans to do so. Today was special, after all.
Her upper body lay flat
against his, breasts pillowed out, feeling the thick starchy material of his
shirt even through the thin nightgown she wore. His tongue prodded out to meet
hers, all slow and erotic. She felt the grumble in his chest as she lightly
took his lip between her teeth, gently nipping and sucking, knowing that he was
growing hard beneath her. His hands raised from her hips to thread themselves
in her hair, but they never made it that far. Kiyiya gripped his wrists and
pinned them above his head, pulling back from their kiss (albeit a little
reluctantly) to smirk down at him. Her next move was completely missed by
Sasuke, who only noticed that her lean forward placed her breasts -clad only in
that silk nightgown- right before his eyes. The urge to stretch up and take a
nipple between his lips and suck her hard surged through him, he'd suck her
hard enough that she'd feel it through all the fabric, and then he'd-
*click*
His plans shattered as he
realised why she'd leaned up to reach his wrists, now cuffed together and
locked to the headboard.
"Kiyiya, what are
you-"
She cut him off again
with another slow, lingering kiss, "happy birthday Sasuke"
To admit, she'd been a
little irritated when Sasuke had called to say he had to stay late to fix his
coworkers mess. She'd had the whole evening planned, all slow and hot and
romantic, all leading up to this. But no matter, she'd just do this first and
get to the other stuff after.
Her attention was
captured by the small smirk adorning her husband’s face, and how delicious he
looked just lying there, arms locked above his head, waiting for her. He still
exuded confidence, even in such a submissive position he was still the Uchiha
she married.
"Well this is
new" he murmured, sighing a little as her hand brushed against his
cheekbone. She couldn't help herself, not really. Not when he was lying there
available to her greedy hands. She traced his eyebrows, the bridge of his nose,
easing over the curve of his lips. His tongue darted out, wrapping around her
finger, Sasuke’s eyes drilling into her own as those lips closed around the tip
of her finger, biting playfully.
Her eyes darkened, so
that's how he wanted to play. She reclaimed her hand, letting it drift down and
start working at the knot of his tie, undoing it but leaving it hanging around
his neck. Next were the buttons of his dress shirt. Kiyiya undid them slowly,
popping them open one by one, sliding her hand over the revealed skin.
"You're heart’s beating a little fast here, Sasuke." She could feel
it thudding against her palm, "maybe you like this more than you're
willing to admit?" Her eyes flashed wickedly up to meet his, her ethereal
gold clashing with his stormy obsidian. Oh yes he liked this, but she could
tell that this rare submissive streak was running low. His hips surged up,
grinding against her, taking her by surprise. His head fell back against the
pillows in relief, the strain of his lower body somewhat lessened as he pressed
himself against her heat.
Kiyiya sunk herself down
to meet him, feeling his hardness through the dress pants that did nothing to
hide his situation. And then somehow she was kissing him again, with none of
the slow romance of the evening. It was hard and rough and utter perfection, their
hips rolling together, staggered breaths, a subtle gasp as Sasuke took her lip
between his teeth. She felt his chest growl beneath her, "take that off."
“What’s the magic word~”
“Take
it off. Now.” He ground up against her to enunciate his point, and Kiyiya
sighed,
“Well I suppose you
deserve a reward after behaving so well.” She sat up, placing all of her weight
on his straining erection, seeing his jaw clench and his eyelids flutter. She
gripped the bottom of her nightgown – which had ridden up generously to the
very top of her thighs – and eased it over her head, tossing it to the ground.
She still wore her panties, but that was it. She could see the tensed muscles
in his arms as he restrained himself from lunging up to her, not like he could
with his hands restrained. Sasuke wasn’t used to restraining himself, he loved
touching his wife, holding her against him as he took her.
“You look tense.” Kiyiya
murmured against his skin, placing delicate kisses along his chest, flicking
her tongue against his abs. His hips bucked involuntarily, her intentions were
obvious. She nuzzled her nose affectionately against the bulge in his pants,
popping them open and delving her hand inside to cup around his member.
A groan was ripped from
Sasuke’s lips, finally, finally she was touching him. Finally giving him some
relief. His body sunk back down to the mattress, every nerve somehow sated
while still pulled taut. And then it was hot, and wet. He didn’t need to look
down to know what she was doing, but he couldn’t stop himself, couldn’t resist
looking at the way her lips were wrapped around his cock, the way her cheeks
hollowed as she sucked him, how her eyes were alight with mischief as she had
him at her mercy. Sasuke pulled at the handcuffs, the headboard shook, but he
still wasn’t free. He grunted, feeling his tip hit the back of her throat again
and again, he was losing his mind, lost in the delirium of her tongue and her
hot little mouth –
His
hands were tight in fists, pulling hard on the cuffs. He didn’t care if they
broke, he didn’t care if the fucking bed broke, he just wanted to torment her
just as much as she’d done to him. Then, when she was begging for mercy, he’d
bury himself in her and fuck her until morning. His end was near, the images of
what he was going to do to her, the feel of what she was doing to him now, his
bucking hips and the fact that his hand were bound, all of it was spiraling him
towards his finish –
Kiyiya
couldn’t deny the pooling at her core when she pulled her lips from his pulsing
cock and he let out the most frustrated moan she’d ever heard.
“What
was that for!” His eyes were angry, he’d been so close!
“Don’t
you want to finish inside me?” She asked coyly, leaning down to whisper in his
ear, pressing her breasts against his chest “I’m burning for you Sasuke, feel
how wet I am, just thinking of you,” Her core was grinding against him, slick
with desire. “Don’t you want that?”
Sasuke
swallowed, that did sound amazing, but, “Untie me.”
She
grinned, “Why should I?”
He
smirked back, leaning up and kissing her, “because it’s my Birthday.” How did
he make that sound so delicious? And though she knew he had a plan in mind for
her, knew that she probably wouldn’t be able to walk by morning if she let him
go, even though she knew all of this she was still leaning up and unlocking the
cuffs.
He
didn’t lunge at her like she’d thought he would. He brought his hands down and
rubbed lightly at his wrists, and then he stood up!
“Excuse
me, where do you think you’re going?”
Sasuke
silenced her with a kiss, his hands cupping her neck and angling her face up,
his tongue breaking past her lips and stroking the inside of her mouth. It was
dominating, heart-stopping, and over far too quickly as he pulled away with a
cheeky grin. “Stay here.”
Kiyiya
felt her heart hammering against her chest in anticipation, a look back told
her that he’d taken the cuffs with him. She heard his footsteps returning, and
her over-active heart almost stopped at the sight of him. His shirt was still
open showing his smooth expanse of muscled chest. His dark tie hung open around
his neck, his erection was still so hard, accentuated by the dark dress pants
he still wore. But what really got her blood boiling were the two belts clasped
in his hands.
He
stepped towards her, nodding that she should scoot back from the edge of the
bed. She did, letting him crawl over her, kissing her deeply in that way that
had her toes curling and her lower body tingling. His hands skimmed her body,
touching her lightly, her stomach, her ribs, tracing lightly up her arms.
“Up.”
He murmured against her lips, and she automatically raised her hands above her
head. He smirked at her willingness, but god she wanted this more than
anything. The cold spark of metal flashed through her burning body, and then
her hands were stuck to the headboard. Sasuke’s fingers fiddled with them,
ensuring they weren’t too tight, and then he opened his eyes to look at her. He
wasn’t prepared for just how erotic she would look, lying there, arms bound,
waiting for him.
He
swallowed, “this was a good idea.”
She
sighed, wriggling her lower body for some friction, anything, “glad you like
it.”
Sasuke
looked at the last piece of offending clothing on her body, hooking his fingers
in the sides. Kiyiya raised her hips, thankful that he was going to give her
relief. Sasuke looked at her panties before tossing them away, he chuckled, “they’re
completely ruined.”
“Would
you stop talking and just fuck me already!”
Sasuke’s
eyebrows shot up in mock surprise, then he purred “But my birthday isn’t over
yet, and I’ve got to make sure I enjoy every minute of it.”
His
eyes motioned to something beside her, and she turned to look.
“See,
I’ve still got 25 minutes of birthday left.”
Kiyiya
didn’t think she had ever hated that alarm clock more. Not when it woke her up
at 5 in the morning, not when it didn’t go off and she was late for work.
“Sasuke
you can’t be serious!” she couldn’t wait 25 minutes!
He
chuckled, his fingers tracing her inner thighs, “as soon as it reaches 12, I
promise I’ll fuck you so hard, you can’t breathe.” He kissed her neck, tracing
along the pulsing vein, “if you cum before then, well,” he bit down gently on
her jugular “we’ll see when we get there. Sound good?”
“No,
that sounds awful.”
“You’ll
enjoy yourself, I promise.” He placed a quick peck on her lips, sitting back on
his heels and reaching for one of the belts. He cupped her heel, pushing her
leg back until he heel touched the back of her thigh. He looped the belt around
her thigh, then around her heel, securing them together. He did the same with
the other, until her legs were completely bound. He tore his darkened eyes away
from her dripping core, looking at her flushed face.
“You
ok?”
This
was the most compromising position she had ever been in, her legs bound and
spread, her hands cuffed above her head, she was powerless, and so ridiculously
turned on. She nodded, breathless.
Sasuke
stepped away, pushing the shirt from and tie from his chest, sliding it to the
ground. His pants followed after, and his boxers, and then he was as naked as
her. He began to move towards her, then on second thought, stepped back to the
pile and fished out his tie. He fingered the silky material of it, running it
through his fingers as another delicious idea took hold. He kneeled back on the
bed, leaning over her as she looked up at him with wide eyes. Her body
dissolved into shivers as he traced the tie along her collarbone, “trust me?”
There was an impish glint in his eye, and Kiyiya nodded, her voice stuck in her
throat, never had she imagined that suggesting this would bring out such a side
in Sasuke, she should have done this a long time ago.
He lightly
whispered in her ears, but she couldn’t hear, the blood was rushing through her
head and pounding her with anticipation. He tied the tie around her eyes, and
automatically she could feel the rest of her body reacting. It was as if she
was more attuned to him, more aware of his body heat, his masculine scent. Then
she heard what he had whispered, 20
minutes. She shuddered when she felt his lips on her collarbone, though
they were only light and teasing.
“How
is it?” She could hear the smirk in his voice, that smirk somehow so boyish and
yet so wicked.
“It’s
ah~” His mouth trailed to her breast, stopping to suck hard at her. His other
hand reached up and pinched her other nipple, rolling it gently between his
fingers, pinching and sending a rush of icy fire through her, before continuing
down. “It’s good. Really good.”
He
dipped his tongue in her belly button, and Kiyiya felt another swell at her
core, she must be dripping by now, she couldn’t remember ever being this wet,
this turned on. Her hips bucked, as his lips lowered, kissing her hip bone
lightly, then her inner thigh, and then she could feel his breath at her
entrance, hot and moist. Her hands jiggled in the handcuffs, automatically straining
to thread her fingers through his hair.
“Only
15 more minutes.”
And
then his tongue was upon her, licking up one side of her slit and down the
other, sucking at her clit, rolling in in circles with his tongue making sure
to leave no part untouched. Her moans spurred him on, breathless and
escalating. Her cheekbones were dusted with scarlet, from a blush or arousal
neither of them were sure, probably both. All Kiyiya knew was that Sasuke
needed to keep going. He suckled at her clit again, sending a pulsing rhythm of
electricity through her, sparking her nerves and curling her toes. His tongue
lowered, delving inside of her like a starving man given food. She felt his
large hands wrap around her thighs, pulling her towards him, angling her
perfectly so he could delve deeper. Her hands twisted, wishing she had
something to grasp between them to steady her scattered mind, all she could
feel was her rising orgasm, and Sasuke’s tongue and the fingers that were now
pinching at her clit. She arched her back, crying out his name, begging for a
release that she knew she didn’t want, not yet, not like this. But it had to be
soon right, it couldn’t be much longer?
“Time?”
She managed to gasp out, “what’s my time?”
“11:55”
He muttered against her, his low voice vibrating against her. She bit her lip
to control herself, every muscle tensed, every action taken to stop her
impending orgasm, every action except the hips that kept pushing closer to him
begging for more.
“Ah
Sasuke! I- I can’t –” Her body bowed breasts pushed to the ceiling and lips
parted ready for the orgasm that never came. Never came because Sasuke had
stopped, and was staring at the perfectly erotic sight of his wife, raw and
bare and wet for him, her body begging for him. He looked at the clock, and
watched it turn to 11:56, fuck it. That was close enough.
He
rose, matching his body with hers, a hand reaching up to pull the tie away from
her eyes because as hot as that looked, it was nothing compared to her eyes
now, not now as they looked at him with such need and longing.
He
lined himself up and was inside her in one deep thrust, seeing her eyes widen
and her lips whisper his name with such reverence. His lips smashed to hers,
kissing her with teeth and fire and passion. She arched up, kissing back as the
only movement she could contribute to. His hands were around her hips, fingers
digging tight in a sharp contrast to the warm coil in her stomach, a coil only
tightening as his hips thrust against her again and again.
The
suddenly she was empty, and her world was spinning as she was flipped onto her
front and then he resumed his hectic pace, leaning over her to connect their
bodies as much as possible, pressing his lips haphazardly to her back. This
position was more strenuous, the cuffs dug into her wrists, her chest was on
the mattress while her butt was in the air, her tied legs still spread apart,
but what a position. The slight discomfort of the cuffs just blew everything
else out of proportion. The strain on her muscles tightened her, and Sasuke
could reach deeper, feeling larger inside her than ever, stretching her to
bliss.
Her
incomprehensible moans were muffled by the blankets her face was pressed into.
She had no idea what she was saying, just a stream of babble, probably about
Sasuke and the way she felt so sinfully good. The coil in her stomach was
bursting, and it was like a hole tore its way through her, her voice reached
new heights as she cried her lovers name, in a beg, a plead, a thankfulness
that that reached him and had his own hips going faster and faster until his
hot seed burst out, filling her with warmth.
They
waited a moment, basking in the afterglow with uneven breaths. Finally, Sasuke
pulled out and began untying her, and then the cuffs as she sluggishly
collapsed to the bed. Sasuke lay down beside her and immediately she was curled
upon him, her head resting on her chest.
“There’s
a romantic dinner plated up in the fridge.” She mumbled sleepily.
He
chuckled one last time, absent-mindedly wrapping one arm around her as his
eyelids dropped “It’ll be breakfast.”
***
“We’re
trying for another!” Ino squealed the reveal to her friends, “I just think that
two is a nice number, maybe three, one just isn’t enough you know?”
The
other girls nodded sympathetically, all agreeing and knowing how hard a time
Ino had getting pregnant. Ino looked at her one friend who seemed to have no
idea what this problem felt like. Kiyiya still looked exotically beautiful, the
tanned skin and white hair and those mystical golden eyes. And it had recently
been discovered that Kiyiya was pregnant, again. They were all currently sat at
her house. Lunch was long over, but the girls had been captured by the main
reason they all voted to have lunch there in the first place.
“I don’t
know how you do it!” Ino gushed, as she played with one of the toddlers “you
must be the most fertile woman on the planet!”
Kiyiya
laughed, not being able to disagree. The first time she had been pregnant, she
had been terrified at the prospect, triplets! And all boys! But Sasuke (who had
probably also been terrified under that mask of calm) had soon settled her
down. Although her boys (Kagome, Agito, and Sennosuke) were certainly a handful
now that they were growing up and wandering around, it was such an experience to
watch them grow. The twins that came next had been less of a shock, and the two
girls were beautiful. Mei and Akito, currently subject to the adoration of her
friends, who were constantly buying them adorable dresses and tiny shoes. Recently,
Kiyiya had known that she was pregnant again, and that no doubt this was
another set of multiples. And she had been right, another set of twin girls was
on the way.
“Have
you thought of names yet?” Sakura asked, and automatically all eyes were on
Kiyiya for the important details.
“We’ve
decided on Sasuki, for one of them. But we haven’t fully fixed on another.”
Chatter
buzzed around her, as Kiyiya placed a hand on the small bump of her stomach,
loving the feeling of being pregnant. Instinctively, she raised her eyes and
saw golden ones peering at her from behind a corner. She waved, knowing that
her wandering son was in no danger. Her good friend Hinata was over quite often
to help Kiyiya get some sleep (not an easy task with 5 children and 2 more on
the way), and right now Hinata was reading in the boys room, a new habit she
seemed fond of. She would be watching over Agito, her most restless son.
But
the boys didn’t like to sleep without one another, and soon enough all three of
them were stumbling into the living room to join everyone else. Kiyiya scooped
them in her arms and then looked to the side where she heard keys jingle.
To
say Sasuke was exhausted would be an understatement. Somehow, after advancing
so far at work, Uzumaki was still around to make trouble for him. But as he
walked into his house he saw all of his wife’s friends sat on the floor,
fawning over his twins. He saw his wife sat among them, somehow embracing their
three squirming triplets. He saw the slight discernible bulge of his wife’s
stomach, and his paternal side surged as he thought of the twins still on the
way. Kiyiya’s head turned as he dropped his keys on the counter, and her
already smiling face lit up even more, her smile spreading to her twinkling
eyes. She finally opened her arms and two boys sped away, seeking adoration
from Ino and Sakura who always brought them gifts, while Sennosuke sped towards
him, hands outstretched in his daily routine.
Sasuke
bent down, lifting the boy to his chest with one arm, and embracing his
approaching wife with the other.
“How
was your day?” She asked, always concerned about him first.
“You
first, your life is more hectic than mine these days.” He cast a glance around
the happy, lively room.
“Mmm,
I didn’t do much, the usual.”
The
usual, Sasuke thought his wife deserved a medal for everything she did in a
day, never mind the fact that she did it every day.
“I
was thinking at work today,” he mentioned, catching his wife’s eye again. It
had been during one of Usumaki’s presentations, nothing good would ever come
out of one so Sasuke usually spent his time thinking about more important
things. “What about Takara?”
Kiyiya’s
hand automatically touched her stomach, as it usually did whenever anyone mentioned
one of her newest unborn twins. “Sasuki and Takari, I love it.”
She
tiptoed to kiss her husband, ignoring the horrified look on her son’s face as
he saw his parents kissing, ignoring the animated chatter of her friends as
they discussed the new baby name.
Sasuke
was never exhausted here. Sure he was tired, and sleepy, and maybe a little
frustrated when a bowl of food was tipped over. But never exhausted, he had a
wonderful wife, a growing set of wonderful children, and with Sasuki and Takara
on the way, there was simply too much to live for to waste a single second.
