An urge struck, strange and foreign, and he wanted to kiss him for his own reasons. He wanted a repeat of what they did a few moments earlier, only slower, longer, less antagonistic goading and just something quiet. He wanted…more of this.
Was it the Senju’s value of their time? The look in his eyes, the feel of those knuckles against his back? He wasn’t sure, but in that moment, he wanted more, he wanted to do it again, he wanted to kiss him, to touch him, and mean it.
And then he realized how sick and wrong he was. How he shouldn’t want any of this, how it was stupid and foolish and toxic. His brother would never forgive him. He was blushing before he could stop it, but it hardly mattered; it could be masked as a reaction to the kind words the other said. It was believable, he knew it.
“Don’t worry, Senju; we won’t.”
It was such a shame how this would end…but Izuna didn’t want to think about it now, not as he leaned into him, as he kissed him, as he slid his leg between the other’s and gently pushed against him. Lulling him. He was just lulling him, that was it, and then he would ask again. He would find a way, would get into it, and if he couldn’t do it pleasantly, then he would kill him inside this dreamworld.
Maybe that’s what he had to do, have his lover betray him here, stab him, hurt him. Maybe breaking his heart would make him talk. Though, he sincerely doubted it with someone like Tobirama.
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Date: 2015-09-14 01:43 am (UTC)Was it the Senju’s value of their time? The look in his eyes, the feel of those knuckles against his back? He wasn’t sure, but in that moment, he wanted more, he wanted to do it again, he wanted to kiss him, to touch him, and mean it.
And then he realized how sick and wrong he was. How he shouldn’t want any of this, how it was stupid and foolish and toxic. His brother would never forgive him. He was blushing before he could stop it, but it hardly mattered; it could be masked as a reaction to the kind words the other said. It was believable, he knew it.
“Don’t worry, Senju; we won’t.”
It was such a shame how this would end…but Izuna didn’t want to think about it now, not as he leaned into him, as he kissed him, as he slid his leg between the other’s and gently pushed against him. Lulling him. He was just lulling him, that was it, and then he would ask again. He would find a way, would get into it, and if he couldn’t do it pleasantly, then he would kill him inside this dreamworld.
Maybe that’s what he had to do, have his lover betray him here, stab him, hurt him. Maybe breaking his heart would make him talk. Though, he sincerely doubted it with someone like Tobirama.