Oh, that laughter. That mocking little tone. Izuna was glad to shut him up with his kiss, was glad to win some ground by grabbing his balls. And he was winning, even if he followed along, because he would have the last laugh. He would have the last little victory. It was only his to possess.

(That satisfaction wasn't nearly as fulfilling as what it had been when the other had gotten him off, however. What a bitter and annoying realization, but something that couldn't be changed or helped. This was fate.)

The sound from Tobirama's throat made him smile, and he knew he was coming, he knew. A little gasp slid out from between Izuna's lips as the hand gripped his hair harder, and he tipped his head back a little until he felt the grip on his shoulder. He didn't mind the hold; he would be the rock in a sea of sensations, of feelings, of new experiences. He would be the thing Tobirama could clutch when nothing else seemed enough.

He looked amazing, though. Stunning. Giving in with his precious control shaken in the moment. Finally experiencing something other than disdain, disgust, violence. Reacting to Izuna. How much he loved it. Izuna could feel the warm splash of fluid on his hand and he ached to spread it across his face, to slip his fingers into that mouth.

Did I look the same way when I finished?

But then Tobirama had to close his eyes, didn't he? Ruin this perfect moment. "Senju!" he growled, fingers squeezing his balls a little tighter, wanting his attention, not caring if it hurt because he wanted this. Needed this. "See me, dammit! Or you won't again."

Which was almost amusing considering what awaited them after.