A/N: Oh my goodness- first of all, to everyone who has read, commented, left kudos, bookmarked, or sent me messages on tumblr - thank you so so so much! Really and truly I appreciate it so much and it makes my day. Naruto is pretty new to me and the positive feedback is extremely encouraging so thank you so so much.

Second: this chapter is from Gaara's perspective and I really struggle with writing him. I've also been in Korea for too long and seem to have forgotten how to write in English correctly.

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The first time they made love Lee hadn't been able to stop blushing the entire time, or for three days after.

On their three-month anniversary (which Lee had marked on his calendar with little hearts, the same as every other month), Lee had tried to make Gaara a special dinner and failed spectacularly.

He couldn't really cook anything besides the health supplements Gai-sensei would make for him that were stock full of nutrients and fiber, and while Lee thought they were an essential part of any shinobi's diet, stuffing your boyfriend full of something to make him poop doesn't scream romance.

So Lee asked Tenten what she would make for someone as a romantic and delicious dinner to celebrate all the wonder of their youthful love. After she sighed and tried to recall if she had ever seen Lee cook a single successful meal that didn't involve flax seeds and six different kinds of herbs, she suggested he make soup.

Brilliant!

Lee thought that was a wonderful idea! Soup was warm and comforting and he could put an attractive garnish in the bowl to really let Gaara know how special he was!

After all, the point of the meal was for Lee to show Gaara just how much he was loved and appreciated.

The Kazekage was an extremely busy man and yet he had made time in his schedule and room in his heart, even with an entire village in there, to love Lee. For three months he had been caring for and adoring this spazzy, overly enthusiastic, hot-blooded ninja.

Lee thought it was high time he got some love soup out of it.

But that hadn't worked out.

Lee had stepped away from the stove with the burner turned up too high and no lid on his pot and ended up decorating the wall and the ceiling in a lovely shade of green.

Gaara came home just in time to hear a panicked 'oowah!' followed by a 'no!'

No love soup for Gaara.

But when they sat on the couch after Lee finished mopping up the disaster of his youthful endeavors, with his legs draped across Gaara's lap and his hands absent-mindedly running through Gaara's hair, and Lee tried to tell Gaara how he just wanted to make him something special to show how Gaara how much he was loved- Gaara had lightly taken Lee's chin in his hand and silenced him with a kiss.

Gaara had trouble communicating, or even understanding, his feelings- especially when it came to romance- but Lee knew exactly what he was trying to say when soft lips were lightly pressing against his and two soft hands moved to hold his cheeks.

There was a moment, after Gaara pulled away a bit, when they were centimeters apart and their noses were still touching, where they just looked into each other's eyes. And then Lee's cheeks turned pink and he smiled shyly.

Little-known fact about Gaara: the fastest way to make him smile is to see Rock Lee smile.

So they sat there- two stupid idiots in love, smiling at each other, with Lee still draped on Gaara's lap and Gaara's hands still holding Lee's face- and then they both closed their eyes simultaneously and moved, with the kind of sync that ninja teams with years of training together can only hope for, to kiss each other again.

Then the kisses got deeper.

Then they shifted so Lee could lie down on top of Gaara.

Then their shirts came off.

Then their pants came off.

And then…

It was wonderful. Right there, on their couch, in a wonderfully unplanned, spontaneous moment that only those with carefree youth and desire in their hearts could share, they made love for the first time.

It was messy, there were awkward moments, and they were both so hyper focused on trying to pleasure their partner that it took them a minute to settle into a nice rhythm and enjoy the sensations their own bodies were experiencing – but Lee thought it was perfect.

Gaara felt the same way.

He didn't use the word 'perfect' when he recalled that night, but he wouldn't have changed anything about it. Lee had done something thoughtful and kind for him (or at least, he attempted to) and then they had shared something deeply intimate together. It had been a wonderful night- one of the best in Gaara's life.

He loved that goofy ninja. The demands of his position meant that he was often pulled from his lover, even during times that were meant to be reserved for each other, and even when they were enjoying alone time Gaara's mind was often on his job.

But he loved Lee, so if there was something he could do for Lee to demonstrate his affection and his gratitude for all the times Lee had to be understanding, then Gaara was going to do it.

He struggled with finding ways to do this for Lee, and wasn't sure if it was because he was a boy (as his sister suggested), or if it was because he had spent the first twelve years of his life in emotional trauma, but the instincts that drove Lee to do spontaneous loving things for him didn't seem present in Gaara.

For Lee's birthday, Gaara gave him a cactus with a bow on it.

Now Lee had been ecstatic and cried and kissed his boyfriend and then tried to kiss the cactus, and after Gaara had stopped Lee from bloodying his mouth, he admired the way Lee fussed over the gift and felt very proud of his choice.

But for Gaara's birthday, Lee had woken him up with a truly incredible blowjob followed by a massage while Gaara tried to recover from what had just happened while his brain struggled with waking up and an orgasm happening within six minutes of each other. Then Lee brought him breakfast in bed and tried to feed pieces of fruit to Gaara, despite the face he kept making at it. The rest of the day was full of more surprises and romantic treats.

The cactus hadn't seemed like enough after that.

But Gaara would not have thought to do those things. He spent so long stressing about the perfect present for Lee that it didn't occur to him to fill up the rest of the day with surprises and special meals.

Kakashi's books had never mentioned those kinds of actions.

So really, that letter was as much a gift to Gaara as it was a wish list from Lee.

Lee directly said 'here are things I would like, please' and that's what Gaara needed.

After he read that letter, he had pulled Lee back to their bedroom, taken a long shower together (where he learned that Lee's desire to be pinned against a wall and kissed was better executed on a floor that wasn't so slippery), then took Lee to bed and licked his boyfriend out.

And Gaara didn't know what he was doing. He got the idea from Kakashi's books, which he had read in an attempt to get a better grasp on romance (but a horrified Temari and wheezing Kankuro told him not to attempt these things without explicit permission -or not at all since this was their little brother they were talking to), but the books were not meant to be informative they were meant to be entertaining. If the books were an accurate portrayal of love-making then sex would be too terrifying to repeat more than once.

But the book had described how good it felt to be licked in between the legs. Gaara could in fact confirm: yes, it feels indescribably good to be licked there. Moving his mouth a few inches south hadn't occurred to him before the book, and he wondered if that was a reflection of his own instinctive shortcomings or if practicality was just too strong in him. And yet, the book made it sound good, and it had been right about the other oral activities so perhaps it would be right about this too. Gaara wanted to please Lee, and if this was going to feel good then he was absolutely willing to try it.

So he had laid a fresh and clean Lee down, kissed him until he was heavy-lidded and panting, then moved down his body, spread his legs, and licked.

Gaara had no idea what it would feel like, and if he was supposed to actually put his tongue inside or just massage the entrance- was he supposed to stroke Lee while he did this? Should he be playing with Lee's balls? He had read that when you go down on people it can be helpful to trace the alphabet with the tip of your tongue- would Lee like that here?

Lee would have liked anything. He was so happy and so grateful and so bashful having Gaara down there. His cheeks had remained a light tint of pink throughout the shower and now it looked as though they were permanently stained. He couldn't stop smiling and almost as soon as Gaara put his tongue on Lee, Lee was reaching for Gaara's hands so he could lace their fingers together and hold onto his love.

Lee really liked doing that.

They stumbled through the awkwardness of Gaara's movements and Lee's shyness and eventually found a nice rhythm (where Lee's hips did the bulk of the work) that ended in Lee choking out his love for Gaara as he came.

It was a success.

One fantasy of Lee's had been fulfilled and they both went to bed that night feeling extremely pleased.

But Gaara really wanted to try out another one of Lee's wishes.

So the next week he took his reluctant brother shopping.

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Gaara finished putting on Lee's requested outfit and stepped back to consider himself in the mirror.

Compared to learning how to go down on someone, putting on a skirt and panties was easy. The hardest part so far was making selections and hoping that Lee would find his choices sexy and that the items would fit.

Gaara had to guess at Lee's size. Since ninety percent of the clothes Lee owned were green jumpsuits (and as far as Gaara knew those came in two sizes: Lee and Lee's sensei), he could only compare how his own hips looked against Lee's, and measure skirts against the one he'd bought for himself.

He had settled on a mid-thigh, white, sort of flippy thing. Gaara figured it would most closely resemble his Kazekage robes and figured that's what Lee wanted to see since it had inspired this fantasy in the first place.

If he squinted and looked hard he could sort of see the blush of the pink panties he was wearing underneath. He had no idea how to describe those other than to say that they were riding a little high on his ass and his balls were unhappy. He couldn't find any with lace, like Lee had described, but on short notice and for a first time he hoped these would suffice.

Lee wasn't a complainer by nature – they would probably be fine.

Gaara turned a bit and looked over his shoulder at himself.

Kankuro had come with him (as the unwilling bodyguard) to purchase these things and kept murmuring about how strange it was. At the time, Gaara thought his brother might be right, but now that he was looking at himself he understood Lee's desire.

He wanted to see Lee wearing the same thing.

Tonight he would. Once he and Lee finished their work for the day Gaara was going to surprise Lee and hopefully give him what he wanted.

For now, he pulled his Kage robes over his present for Lee and finished by strapping the gourd on his back.

A small part of him liked knowing that he would be walking around wearing panties and no one would have any way of knowing. He wasn't sure if that was just an extension of his desire to please Lee or if there was some kink hidden in him after all, but when he left for the Kage office the corner of his mouth was turned up.

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It had been a wretched day.

Gaara had been pulled all over the village today, and of course he was happy to help his citizens and do his job – but he knew there was a mountain of paperwork waiting for him in his office that needed to be completed before he could go home and make love to Lee.

But now he was home, and the moment he walked in the door he was swept up in a loving embrace and had the breath kissed out of him.

He didn't think he would ever get tired of this. He hoped he wouldn't.

"Hello, love," Lee chirped against his lips before kissing him again. "How was your day?" he asked brightly.

Gaara didn't answer, he just kissed Lee again and tried to push all thoughts of sewage-related paperwork out of his mind.

"That good, huh?" Lee teased after they parted.

"Hn."

"Well, don't you worry! I picked up dinner and it's already laid out on the table so you just come sit down and relax!"

Gaara loved this man.

He held Lee's hand as he was led back to their dining room table where an impressive display of kebobs decorated their plates. He squeezed Lee's hand in gratitude (he loved kebobs), and removed the gourd before sitting down as Lee began to tell him all about his day.

Once his plate was clear, Lee's wasn't because he hadn't stopped talking for long enough to put food in his mouth, Gaara sat and patiently waited for his lover to come to the end of his story.

"Lee," he interjected when the other man finally paused.

"Yes?" Lee answered, bringing a hand up to cover his mouth so he didn't accidentally show Gaara any half-chewed food.

"I have a surprise for you."

Lee choked down his food and grinned brightly. "You do?"

Gaara nodded. "Finish your food and I'll get it."

"Yes!" Lee saluted, going into vacuum mode and devouring the rest of the kebob in his hand.

Gaara walked back to their bedroom and smiled at the noises behind him. Lee was capable of performing any task at two hundred percent, and eating was no exception. As long as Lee didn't accidentally try to swallow one of the wooden sticks their dinner was grilled on then it was amusing.

Gaara closed the door behind him, just in case Lee came back to inquire, and pulled off his robes. Once his clothes were hung up in the closet and he was stripped down to the skirt and panties he had been wearing all day, he pulled out the clothes he had for Lee.

He really hoped Lee would like this.

After setting the panties and the skirt for Lee out on the bed, Gaara stepped back, smoothed his own skirt down, and took a deep breath.

He wasn't self-conscious in the slightest to be wearing this, but his nerves came from a fear rooted deep in the back of his mind that his efforts were not going to be enough. After almost a year with Lee he felt confident in Lee's love for him, but he was often uncertain about how his efforts would be received and if Lee just placated him at times. Since this was Lee's fantasy – he absolutely wanted to do it right.

Gaara paused before reentering the dining area. Should he tell Lee to close his eyes? Should he just walk out? Was he supposed to drape himself on the couch?

Well, shit. Two seconds in and he already thought he was failing at delivering this correctly.

"Uh…Lee?" he called, sounding like an idiot to his own ears.

"Yes, Gaara?" came a happy and excited response.

Gaara closed his eyes and smiled. He was overthinking it. His sweet, beloved Lee was going to enjoy this no matter how Gaara presented it to him, so he might as well just-

He stepped out around the corner and smiled when not a second later he heard a loud gasp and felt strong arms wrapping around his waist and scooping him up so his back was pressed against the wall behind him. Gaara wrapped his legs around Lee's waist and placed his hands on Lee's shoulders just in time to give himself balance before there were lips on his own and his senses were tangled up in his lover.

Lee pressed his hips against Gaara's, for leverage, and dropped his hands so they were caressing Gaara's ass. They stayed on the outside of the skirt, because that's the polite thing to do, but they squeezed tightly because Lee had poor impulse control and Gaara looked so good he thought his brain was going to explode.

"Gaara – you look –" Lee breathed against his lips, sounding dazed and apparently unable to finish his thought.

Gaara could feel rapidly swelling flesh pressed against his ass, he could guess at what Lee wanted to say.

"Look under the skirt."

Lee's eyes flashed and he let out a sharp "oh!" before taking one of his hands off of Gaara's ass and reaching down between their bodies so he could lift the hem of the skirt up a bit.

It was a good thing Gaara was a ninja and quick on his feet because when Lee's knees gave out and he dropped to the floor he also dropped Gaara okay then, Lee.

Lee's hand remained on the skirt, holding it up so he could stare, rather indecently, at the vision in front of him.

"Gaara…" he said, sounding like he might cry- and for Lee there was a very distinct possibility of that happening.

Gaara watched as his boyfriend pulled the hem over his head, released the skirt, and grabbed Gaara's ass again, pulling forward slightly to press Gaara's hips against his open mouth.

Above him, the corner of Gaara's mouth turned up the tiniest bit. He almost hated to interrupt the kisses Lee was now pressing to his hardening flesh, but he hadn't gotten to what he considered the best surprise for the evening.

"I got them for you as well."

Lee's kisses halted immediately. His body tensed and his hands involuntarily squeezed tightly on Gaara's ass.

"You mean-" he began, voice sounding uncharacteristically shaky.

Gaara placed a fond hand on Lee's head but otherwise looked unaffected.

"Pink for you as well, but your skirt is black."

He didn't see Lee move, didn't even have time to process that Lee was no longer on the ground in front of him, but a second later Gaara's hand was no longer petting soft black hair and he heard a happy squeal come from the bedroom behind him.

He was too used to Lee to be startled, so Gaara simply turned and followed the sound. He remained unphased when he entered the bedroom and saw that Lee had already removed his clothes and was already pulling on Gaara's gift.

There was about a half second flash of Lee's ass before creamy skin disappeared into pink silk, and then bandaged hands were reaching for the skirt.

Once black fabric was settled on Lee's hips, Gaara heard him take a deep shaky breath, and then he turned to face his boyfriend.

This time, instead of immediately rushing at him, Lee stood still and just stared.

Gaara did the same thing.

He –could – not – believe – how good Lee looked like this.

Their skirts were identical in every way except color, and the way it hung below Lee's hipbones and the sparse trail of dark of dark hair disappeared into it just before-

Gaara understood the fantasy.

Lee was blushing. His hands were awkwardly gripping the hem of his own skirt and his eyes were nervously shifting back and forth between the ground and Gaara, as though he felt guilty to be looking at his lover.

What a precious fool.

Gaara stepped forward to close the space between them and placed his hands on Lee's chest. He fixed his gaze on Lee's face and waited for his boyfriend to get over his shyness and look him in the eye.

"I like you wearing this," Gaara said once he had Lee's attention. In fact, it was criminal that Lee couldn't see himself and appreciate how good he looked like this. Gaara finally understood what people meant when they said they wanted to "eat" their loved one.

The blush darkened a bit and Lee's smile twitched as though he were trying to contain it. "Thank you… I like- you also, um…" he nervously looked down again and then shakily reached out to put his hands on Gaara's waist. "You look very handsome."

Gaara took one of his hands and reached up to cup the back of Lee's head so he could pull him into a kiss. He felt Lee's arms wrap tighter around him as their chests pressed together and removed the last bit of gap between them.

Lee's skin was warm. It always felt good to hold him like this, and without realizing he was doing it, Gaara made a low, pleased noise when strong arms squeezed him tight.

"What do you want to do?" Gaara asked after pulling away from a breathless Lee. He didn't comment on the blush that reappeared on Lee's cheeks at the question, but he was mildly impatient with how Lee couldn't seem to maintain eye contact when he answered.

"Oh, um, well- could we maybe- um," he sputtered as his hands became fidgety on his skirt again.

"Lee," Gaara interrupted.

His boyfriend's round eyes flicked up at him, though his mouth stayed in a nervous pucker.

Gaara reached out and lightly placed his hands on Lee's cheeks to he could make his boyfriend face him and look him in the eye.

"I'm doing this because I want to."

Lee still felt tense in his hands.

"I want to make you feel good, Lee," Gaara tried again. "Tell me what you want to do…please," he added since Lee was putty for politeness.

He felt Lee relax a bit but the blush remained.

That was okay. Gaara was used to Lee blushing during sex. He found it charming.

"Could we move to the bed and kiss more, please?" Lee replied.

Gaara nodded and moved to lie down. He stretched out on his back and shifted to adjust the skirt so it wasn't bunched up underneath his hips, spreading his legs a bit and bending his knees for balance as he did so.

He looked up and frowned when he noticed that Lee hadn't moved.

"What's wrong…"

But from Lee's expression, nothing was wrong. His eyes were wide, his lips were parted, and he was looking at Gaara with a mixture of awe and hunger.

"Lee-"

Slowly, Lee reached a hand out to rest on Gaara's knee. He was still blushing and smiling awkwardly, like his mouth couldn't decide if it was allowed to.

"Come here," Gaara growled, pulling Lee on top of him.

Once Lee's hips were caged by Gaara's thighs and their chests were pressed together again, Lee took a moment to smile at his lover beneath him and nuzzle their noses together.

Gaara felt a tug in his heart as Lee closed his eyes and kissed him.

That smile was going to destroy him one day.

Gaara genuinely could not understand how everyone in the world wasn't in love with Lee. If he wasn't so aware of his own emotional shortcomings then he would have been astounded that it took him so long to realize even he was in love with Lee- but it was that smile that made him figure it out.

Lee groaned when Gaara pushed his tongue in between his lips. He shifted so his elbows were supporting his weight and he could put more pressure on their hips. Gaara spread his legs more to accommodate and placed his heels on the bed so he could rock up against Lee's crotch.

"Uhn-"

Gaara loved when he made that sound. It was so guttural and organic – and it was because of him. It made him feel much more powerful than a Kage.

So he rocked up again.

Lee broke their kiss to he could press his forehead to Gaara's and pant against his lips. He took Gaara's hint and rocked back, grinding against him with a delicious roll of his hips that made them both groan.

Their hips moved instinctively, seeking friction and a good rhythm. Lee tried to kiss Gaara again but kept getting distracted by how good it felt. After several minutes of panting and grinding together, Lee leaned onto one elbow and reached down to push Gaara's skirt up and then pulled up the hem of his own before replacing the contact between them.

And damn if that didn't feel incredible.

The silk of the panties eased their movements, but they were both so hard now that the tightness was bordering on painful.

"Lee-" Gaara grunted, reaching down and trying to push at the edge of Lee's panties.

Lee took the hint and after pressing a final kiss to Gaara's lips he dragged his mouth over Gaara's jaw line and down his neck, leaving little kisses and nips as he went. As his kisses moved lower and lower Lee slipped his fingers under Gaara's panties and he lifted his own hips off his boyfriend so he could remove them. Gaara had to lift his legs in the air so Lee could pull them off, and after they had been nonchalantly tossed onto the ground, Lee placed his hands on Gaara's calves and kept them up so the backs of Gaara's knees were now resting on his boyfriend's shoulders.

Bandaged hands gently ran up and down the outside of Gaara's thighs as Lee shifted further down on the bed until his mouth was panting hot air right onto the back of Gaara's erection.

"Lee, ah-"

A wet tongue pressed firmly against the vein on the underside of his cock shut him up fast.

The tongue retreated back in between swollen lips and Lee tiled his head so he could press a kiss right against the base of Gaara's cock, and then slowly worked his way up to the tip- pressing delicate kiss after delicate kiss.

Lee was all about the kisses.

Once he had smooched what he felt was an acceptable amount of love all over the heated organ, he shifted again so his knees could support him and he could freely use his arms. His right hand wrapped around the base while his tongue teased the slit at the tip and his left hand slid up Gaara's thigh until it was tucked under the waistband of the skirt.

Lee's lips delicately wrapped around the head and gave a soft suck, his tongue never leaving the slit, and the moment Gaara let out a soft groan, Lee wrapped his lips around his teeth and went down.

The first time he had ever done this for Gaara he had been a little too enthusiastic and moved to fast – in perfect Rock Lee fashion – but Gaara had been tense the entire time, fearing that at any moment his dick was going to accidentally get bitten off. When Lee finally noticed the tension in his lover, he politely asked Gaara if he was doing anything wrong, and then laughed at himself when Gaara told him this was not training and he didn't need to use the Renge's speed here.

See, Gaara was funny. He could make jokes.

But over the following months Lee got better and better – they both did. Any shinobi knows that practice makes perfect- and for two fools in love, constantly practicing oral on each other is the best kind of training there is.

Now, Lee was skilled enough that he could stroke with his hand while he sucked with his mouth, and he knew how to apply the right amount of pressure with his tongue and cheeks without accidentally slipping his lips off and scraping Gaara's most sensitive flesh.

He was quite proud of the progress he had made.

And Gaara's eyes had just rolled into the back of his head.

He was happy.

Gaara's eyes were closed and his lips were slightly parted – ready to let moans slip at any moment. One hand moved down to nest itself in Lee's glossy locks, and the other reached down to take Lee's hand – beating his boyfriend to the punch. He slipped his fingers under Lee's palm to pull him out of the waistband of the skirt and then laced their fingers together once Lee was free.

Lee had a point with this – it did feel immeasurably good to be able to squeeze his lover's hand when he did something particularly pleasurable and feel that sense of closeness and affection.

As it was he was squeezing Lee's hand tight because fuck this felt good. Gaara's thighs began to tighten around Lee's head and his hand started gripping hair hard enough to pull it out.

But Lee didn't mind. All of those were good, happy signs of Gaara's pleasure. Anytime he felt Gaara start to strangle him with his thighs Lee would moan and double his efforts and try not to feel too pleased with himself.

"Lee- Lee- I'm gonna-" Gaara panted, squeezing Lee's hand tightly and arching his back.

And Lee got him there not a second later. Gaara tensed and then shuddered all over as he released into his boyfriend's mouth – holding Lee's hand so tightly it would have broken a weaker man.

Lee's throat did what it could to accommodate the sudden intrusion, and then when he pulled off to take a deep gulp of air Gaara could see come and drool leaking out of the corners of his mouth.

He did not consider himself a pervert, but a heavy-lidded, panting, flushed Rock Lee with come and drool painting his lips was a very pleasant sight indeed.

They stared at each other for a moment, each taking deep breaths of air and looking dazed, before Lee moved, slipping Gaara's knees off of his shoulders and settling himself on top of his lover once more so he could kiss Gaara senseless.

Gaara could feel a neglected erection on his hip, and although he was still coming down from the highs of his own pleasure he gave a weak rock up against it.

"Lee…" he panted in between Lee's kisses. "Take me."

If he possessed the Byakugan he might have seen Lee's brain have a tiny short-circuit and quickly order his nose to refrain from bleeding. As it were, he could only see Lee's eyes flash and felt his breath leave him as Lee pressed one last heavy kiss to his lips before whispering, "I love you."

"I love you," Gaara echoed, quietly, closing his eyes once more as he felt Lee reach up and over him for the bottle they kept next to their bed.

He focused on trying to catch his breath and enjoyed the sensations of Lee settling down between his thighs again and running his hands all over Gaara's hips and waist – everywhere the skirt was touching him.

"You look so handsome," he heard Lee murmur, and he cracked one eye open so he could smile at his lover and nudge his side with his knee.

It was as playful a 'thank you' as Gaara was capable of.

He closed his eye again and spread his legs as he heard the familiar sound of a bottle uncapping. There was a long moment of silence, but lots of sex with Lee told Gaara that he was probably unwinding those ridiculous bandages.

Yup. Sure enough, as soon as Gaara's brain reminded him what was likely happening, he felt a warm, bare palm caress one of his ass cheeks while the other pushed up on the back of Gaara's thigh to spread him open more.

Then he heard the sound of Lee's hands rubbing together, likely warming up the lube because Lee was considerate like that, and then the gentle touch of a finger against his entrance.

Lee was excellent at massaging this particular muscle. Gaara didn't know if it was technique or an unplanned but happy coincidence, but Lee had a way of rubbing until that alone had Gaara squirming and before he knew it a finger would have slipped inside without pain or pressure and he only ever felt pleasure from it.

Now, he felt a familiar rubbing, eased by the slick of the lube, and Gaara let out a happy sigh as that first digit entered him and started moving in and out and in and out…

More rubbing and then another was added.

Gaara shifted and spread his legs more. His cock was still soft in between his legs, and his body would need a bit more time before he could get an erection again so soon after an orgasm- but he could still appreciate the pleasure Lee was giving him.

Three fingers now.

He could hear Lee's breathing becoming harsher and less controlled.

Gaara opened his eyes and let out a soft moan, grinding his hips down against Lee's fingers. He smiled fondly at the vision between his legs. Lee must have taken off his own panties when Gaara's eyes were closed because he could now see the clear outline of an erection pushing Lee's skirt up.

He looked so good. If Gaara had been holding a camera in that moment he would have taken a thousand pictures of Lee like this.

"I'm ready, Lee."

Dark eyes looked up at him and a small smile tugged at his heart.

Gaara's nose twitched when the fingers were removed and he reached behind his head to grab a pillow to tuck under his hips while Lee poured more lube onto his own erection.

"Thank you," he heard Lee say, in reference to the pillow.

These sheets were due for a wash anyway.

Gaara reached down to lift up the hem of Lee's skirt so it wouldn't obstruct his view, and kept his eyes open this time as Lee pulled one of Gaara's thighs up against his side and took his other hand to line himself up with Gaara's entrance. Slowly, Lee always went slowly for this part, he eased the head of his prick inside Gaara's wonderful heat, and once enough of Lee was inside he took his hand off himself and placed his hands on the bed on either side of Gaara's head as he eased the rest of himself inside.

Gaara took deep breaths, willing his body to relax and welcome his lover. His heart was beating fast and his breathing had turned rapid and shaky, but really just the sight of Lee entering his body like that was enough to put Gaara in this state.

"Okay?" he heard Lee whisper, and Gaara took his gaze away from where they were joined to look up into his lover's eyes.

"Yes," he breathed back.

They stayed like that for a moment, just listening to each other breathing, while Lee gave Gaara's body the chance to find his pleasurable, until Gaara nodded and leaned up to give Lee a kiss. Then Lee's hips started moving.

Gaara wished for a camera again- but he wanted a picture of what the two of them looked like.

Maybe there were other men who could maintain rigid masculinity while wearing a skirt and panting harshly as they rocked their hips against their lover – but as far as Gaara was concerned Lee was the only one.

Gaara could see his abs flexing with each roll of his hips, and when he released Lee's skirt and placed his hands on Lee's shoulders he could feel the muscles there working to support Lee's weight.

He was a gorgeous, strong specimen and Gaara felt so lucky to have him in his bed.

The feel of Lee's muscles did more than make Gaara's heart pound, and he felt blood flowing south again much faster than he expected his body to be capable of.

"Uhn- Gaara," Lee moaned above him, dropping his head so that black hair fell forward and tickled Gaara's nose.

Gaara just squeezed Lee's shoulders as an answer and then moved his hands down to Lee's biceps so he could lust after those as well as his cock continued to swell.

Intercourse felt good, but when Gaara was the one being taken it always felt mildly pleasurable in the beginning and then Lee would do something – shift his hips in some way or move, Gaara wasn't sure, - but there was always a turning point when it would go from feeling good into world-ending, there is nothing greater in all the verses, how do people ever get anything done ecstasy.

Lee shifted his hips.

Gaara thanked deities he didn't believe in.

He was fully hard again and as Lee's hips continued to give him wave after wave of pleasure, Gaara reached down to grip himself and began tugging.

Having to maneuver around their skirts made him feel young in a way he couldn't explain. At another point, one when there was blood available to his brain, he would have to tell Lee that. Lee always liked hearing about feeling youthful and it never hurt to score youthful brownie points with the boyfriend.

Lee's breathing was rapidly growing ragged and his hips moved even faster.

Gaara tugged harder.

Every time that Lee topped he liked to make sure that Gaara finished first, partly for the failings of the male body so he didn't run the risk of going soft and ruining Gaara's orgasm, and partly because he thought it was the polite thing to do.

Gaara indulged Lee's sexual etiquette and when he heard Lee groan out his name again followed by breathing Gaara didn't realize he was capable of finding this arousing, he screwed his eyes shut and let the sensations of his hand and Lee's prick take him over the edge for the second time that evening – gasping as he did so.

His boyfriend's hips didn't stop and wave after wave of pleasure crashed through his body, making his toes curl and the back of his neck feel hot. The hand still on Lee's bicep was squeezing tight enough to bruise and Gaara thought for a moment he might have blacked out.

But once the rolls of pleasure calmed and he was able to open his eyes he took his hand off of Lee's arm and lightly touched it to his boyfriend's cheek.

"Lee…" he breathed, admiring his lover's face.

Lee was so close – he could see it, he could feel it – and just as Gaara moved his soiled hand to reach around and grip Lee's ass he felt Lee's hips stutter and press against him tightly and his insides felt warmer.

The noise Lee made when he came almost made Gaara hard again.

After a few more deep presses of his hips, as Lee let out all of his release into Gaara, he opened his eyes for long enough to find Gaara's mouth and press a breathy kiss to his lips.

"I- love- you," Lee panted.

"I love you," Gaara murmured back, slipping his eyes shut.

Lee gingerly gripped himself and slowly pulled out. Gaara felt the pressure leave his ass and let out a 'hn' at the relief. With his eyes closed he didn't see Lee lean over him, but he felt Lee wipe up his stomach with something – possibly the panties, and a second later he felt warm breath on his face and then felt another gentle kiss pressed to his lips before Lee rolled over and collapsed next to him.

Gaara turned onto his side so he could curl against his lover. Lee had once apologized for his need to cuddle after sex, regardless of who topped, but Gaara couldn't understand why Lee felt that was something to worry about. Of course they would hold each other after sex. It meant just as much to Gaara to have the warm, solid reminder of his lover there and present with him after sharing something so personal and wonderful.

He tucked his face against Lee's neck and draped one arm across Lee's chest while the other bent between them. He felt Lee kiss the top of his head and wrap his arms around his chest.

They stayed like that until their breathing had calmed down and then Lee began lightly tracing the tips of his fingers over Gaara's arm and back.

"Thank you," he murmured happily, sounding close to sleep.

Gaara pressed a kiss to Lee's neck. "You never have to thank me for sex, Lee. I enjoyed that very much."

Lee's response was to kiss the top of his head again and give him a loving squeeze. It didn't matter how many times Gaara reminded Lee that he wasn't doing Lee favors by making love to him – this was very much a mutually beneficial endeavor – but Gaara knew that Lee was unlikely to ever abandon his politeness, even when it came to humping.

"We should take a shower before we fall asleep," Lee murmured, though he made no move to get up.

"I have to stop by my office once more tonight," Gaara answered, shifting a bit to press himself closer to Lee.

"Oh."

He could hear the pout in Lee's voice, even if Lee would never actually complain about the needs of his job.

"It won't take long. I was waiting for a report earlier and it should be finished by now. I just need to review it so I can add a few details to a letter I've been working on for the Raikage," he explained.

He felt Lee's arms tighten very suddenly and he heard Lee's breath hitch.

"…Lee…"

"You're sending a letter to the Raikage?" Lee asked, whispering but with excitement Gaara couldn't understand.

"…yes?" was this noteworthy? Gaara had written loads of letters to the other Kages and –

Aah, that's right.

Gaara pulled back a bit and was completely unsurprised to see a familiar blush staining his boyfriend's cheeks. But this time his eyes were bright and expectant.

"Do you want to come with me?" Gaara asked.

Lee didn't even respond. He just jumped up with speed and energy only Rock Lee could possibly possess after sex.

Gaara smiled.

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A/N: Thank you so much for reading! I have a lot of team Gai and Gai & Lee father/son fluff to finish writing before I return to this but maybe there will be another chapter with more of the fantasies. If you're of the blogging variety you can find me over at:

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