Naruto’s hands moved to Gaara’s hips, resting loosely against the fabric of the other’s shirt as the redhead straddled him. He smiled, expression nothing short of adoring as Gaara’s nose brushed his own, and he tipped his chin up to press lips there briefly.
"Well this is un-distressing me pretyy good." He murmured, shrugging a shoulder in a careless manner as his hands slid beneath Gaara’s shirt to rest against warm skin instead. Like always, it wasn’t long before his thumbs began to draw invisible circles over the other’s skin, the movement one part absent but mostly loving.
For all their teasing, for all that Gaara could affect nonchalance, he couldn’t hide the warmth in his gaze when he met those blue, blue eyes; nor could he quite suppress the smile when Naruto kissed his nose affectionately. Sometimes he wondered if being this happy was even allowed for someone like him.
Then Naruto smiled at him and he decided he didn’t care whether it was allowed or not.
"That is very good to know," the redhead replied, nodding as though he truly believed his fiance had been distressed to begin with. The fingers that crept under his shirt pleased him greatly, though. As they began to rub little circles, Gaara decided to express his appreciation by leaning down and capturing his lover’s mouth in a real kiss, tongue tasting, lips moving sweetly.
This was something he would never tire of. Not ever.
Naruto smiled, the corners of his mouth twitching as he tipped his chin up to meet the redhead’s plush lips. He accepted the kiss eagerly, parting his lips to allow Gaara entrance as his thumbs continued to circle the warm skin of the redhead’s hips.
"So is this how we’re gonna do laundry from now on?" He asked, voice laden with mischievous intent as he grinned against the other’s mouth.