Had that hand-- had Tobirama had the nerve to--Was that his own seed on his lips? Had that man--Had that Senju--
His hand slowed, stopped for a second as he let it resonate through him what he had just done, what he had said by doing it. Izuna could read between the lines, knew what he was speaking with gestures, with motions, with that brazen little trick, and he found himself both stunned and strangely aroused by it.
Izuna's cheeks were as red as his eyes.
"I hate you," he hissed, but he didn't mean it, didn't even sound close to meaning it. How could he when the next thing he was doing was leaning forward, pressing his lips to the other man's, giving him back the gift he gave him and reminding him that he was just as guilty over this as Izuna was? Share the wealth. He wanted him to taste it, wanted him to feel it, wanted him to know as he kissed him. This wasn't just his own anymore. Their mutual precome was probably mixed into it, too. This was theirs, together.
He pulled back as his stroking started up again, quick, his other hand slipping between them to cradle Tobirama's testicles and rolling them gently in his palm. Izuna wasn't going to miss the sight and kept his eyes trained on the other's face. He refused to waver, even if he did want to kiss him, mark him, bite him, remind him when this was over. The urges were numerous, threatening to tear him apart, and the greed whispered at him, demanding he took.
"Next time," he hissed, low, under his breath, eyes glittering, "I am going to fuck you into the earth."
There couldn't be a next time, though, not after this. But what a sweet lie to tell.
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Date: 2015-09-05 05:07 am (UTC)Had that hand-- had Tobirama had the nerve to--Was that his own seed on his lips? Had that man--Had that Senju--
His hand slowed, stopped for a second as he let it resonate through him what he had just done, what he had said by doing it. Izuna could read between the lines, knew what he was speaking with gestures, with motions, with that brazen little trick, and he found himself both stunned and strangely aroused by it.
Izuna's cheeks were as red as his eyes.
"I hate you," he hissed, but he didn't mean it, didn't even sound close to meaning it. How could he when the next thing he was doing was leaning forward, pressing his lips to the other man's, giving him back the gift he gave him and reminding him that he was just as guilty over this as Izuna was? Share the wealth. He wanted him to taste it, wanted him to feel it, wanted him to know as he kissed him. This wasn't just his own anymore. Their mutual precome was probably mixed into it, too. This was theirs, together.
He pulled back as his stroking started up again, quick, his other hand slipping between them to cradle Tobirama's testicles and rolling them gently in his palm. Izuna wasn't going to miss the sight and kept his eyes trained on the other's face. He refused to waver, even if he did want to kiss him, mark him, bite him, remind him when this was over. The urges were numerous, threatening to tear him apart, and the greed whispered at him, demanding he took.
"Next time," he hissed, low, under his breath, eyes glittering, "I am going to fuck you into the earth."
There couldn't be a next time, though, not after this. But what a sweet lie to tell.