Sudden obsession? It was hardly an obsession, but more of a curiosity, laying the wondering questions in the ether rather than keeping them to himself. If he didn't like his hair, change it. If it didn't work with being a shinobi, with him killing the Uchiha in front of him, then fix it. Wasn't that how it should be?
"I just want to make sure that you live up to your shinobi potential," he murmured. "I have to make sure that you're at your best so you can kill me later, right?"
Would he? Would he be able to kill him after this? How would he look at him now that things were happening? Would this fuel him on even more? How much fun was this going to be?
But then again, there were always henges. Did that mean Izuna would have to distrust everyone for awhile?
Even as he struggled with his own clothes, Izuna couldn't help but glance over as Tobirama's kimono top fell, the mesh soon to follow. Izuna hesitated in the moment, watching him, watching the expanse of skin revealed, white as the moon soon to come out. He looked for marks and bruises, for old scars, for new ones, saw his nipples and quickly looked away. Izuna was blushing, he knew it, he felt it, but he couldn't stop it. Traitorous body.
For a second, he stared, down. Now what? He had never done this before and the minor things he had witnessed lovers do had run out and there was nothing else to reference. There was only instinct, and he wasn't sure it would be enough. This sort of training didn't come to them, at least, not until they were older.
Hands found the other's hips almost blindly, before he tilted his head back up, looking up at him. Fingers let go after a heartbeat, moving to the front of the man's pants, slowly tracing the waistband softly the tips of his digits. His thumb brushed the man's navel, before he pushed his body against the albino's.
"What would you like to do tonight?" There. Leave it at his feet so Izuna's own inexperience wasn't compromised. Perfect. And besides, there was a chance that whatever the Senju said, the Uchiha would do the opposite. Wasn't that the normal for them, after all?
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Date: 2015-08-22 10:03 pm (UTC)"I just want to make sure that you live up to your shinobi potential," he murmured. "I have to make sure that you're at your best so you can kill me later, right?"
Would he? Would he be able to kill him after this? How would he look at him now that things were happening? Would this fuel him on even more? How much fun was this going to be?
But then again, there were always henges. Did that mean Izuna would have to distrust everyone for awhile?
Even as he struggled with his own clothes, Izuna couldn't help but glance over as Tobirama's kimono top fell, the mesh soon to follow. Izuna hesitated in the moment, watching him, watching the expanse of skin revealed, white as the moon soon to come out. He looked for marks and bruises, for old scars, for new ones, saw his nipples and quickly looked away. Izuna was blushing, he knew it, he felt it, but he couldn't stop it. Traitorous body.
For a second, he stared, down. Now what? He had never done this before and the minor things he had witnessed lovers do had run out and there was nothing else to reference. There was only instinct, and he wasn't sure it would be enough. This sort of training didn't come to them, at least, not until they were older.
Hands found the other's hips almost blindly, before he tilted his head back up, looking up at him. Fingers let go after a heartbeat, moving to the front of the man's pants, slowly tracing the waistband softly the tips of his digits. His thumb brushed the man's navel, before he pushed his body against the albino's.
"What would you like to do tonight?" There. Leave it at his feet so Izuna's own inexperience wasn't compromised. Perfect. And besides, there was a chance that whatever the Senju said, the Uchiha would do the opposite. Wasn't that the normal for them, after all?