Because what they had here was nothing but a lie. A carefully crafted and incredibly realistic lie perhaps but a lie all the same. Once the genjutsu was broken, there was no way Tobirama would look at him with such softness in those red eyes or touch him with such teasingly gentle hands. No doubt once he realized he’d been duped to such a degree, he’d be furious with Izuna and it would just spur him on further to try and kill the Uchiha. For now though, he was lost in this fantasy world Izuna had crafted and for a few short hours at least, was more than happy to lay down with the enemy.
Tobirama hungrily swallowed down that moan and every breathy sound Izuna made because he was quickly—or was he just remembering because surely he’d discovered these sounds before—realizing how addicting those groans and husky sounding whimpers could be. Those slender fingers curled around the hard length of the Uchiha’s erection through the layers of his clothing but he was ill-prepared for Izuna suddenly taking the initiative as well. Suddenly, Izuna had his fingers inside his fundoshi and was wrapping those far too clever fingers around him.
The groan that escaped the Senju was utterly honest and the surprised look that flickered across that sharp-featured face could be seen in the paleness of the moonlight. Tobirama bit down on his lower lip in an attempt to stifle anymore of those embarrassingly artless sounds. No one’s hand but his own had ever touched his cock but Izuna moved his hand with such confidence that the albino ninja wholeheartedly believed this wasn’t the first time he’d touched him in such a way.
“You’re wearing too many clothes, bastard.” He grumbled and that hand moved away so that he could concentrate on undoing the Uchiha’s pants. Tobirama was inordinately proud of the fact that his fingers were steady and didn’t fumble once as he undid the closure and made some much needed room so he could skim his fingers inside. Of course, considering the dark-haired man not only still had his leg wraps on and was already laying down it would just make the process of undressing him all that much harder.
Much to his dismay though, the other man kept his pace almost torturously slow and Tobirama’s hips jerked in an aborted attempt to buck into the Uchiha’s grip. Izuna would discover he was uncut during his exploration of the Senju’s length and that he was pleasantly well-endowed without being over the top so to speak. If he hadn’t been in the middle of getting a pretty spectacular handjob, no doubt the albino ninja would have been embarrassed by how damp the thin material of his fundoshi was becoming in front from all the pre-cum that was leaking from the head of his penis but as it stood, he couldn’t even spare a second to be mortified by his reaction.
“Gods, shut up and get out of those damned pants before I cut them off of you.” Tobirama finally growled the words almost against Izuna’s mouth.
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Date: 2015-08-26 01:51 am (UTC)No doubt once he realized he’d been duped to such a degree, he’d be furious with Izuna and it would just spur him on further to try and kill the Uchiha. For now though, he was lost in this fantasy world Izuna had crafted and for a few short hours at least, was more than happy to lay down with the enemy.
Tobirama hungrily swallowed down that moan and every breathy sound Izuna made because he was quickly—or was he just remembering because surely he’d discovered these sounds before—realizing how addicting those groans and husky sounding whimpers could be. Those slender fingers curled around the hard length of the Uchiha’s erection through the layers of his clothing but he was ill-prepared for Izuna suddenly taking the initiative as well. Suddenly, Izuna had his fingers inside his fundoshi and was wrapping those far too clever fingers around him.
The groan that escaped the Senju was utterly honest and the surprised look that flickered across that sharp-featured face could be seen in the paleness of the moonlight. Tobirama bit down on his lower lip in an attempt to stifle anymore of those embarrassingly artless sounds. No one’s hand but his own had ever touched his cock but Izuna moved his hand with such confidence that the albino ninja wholeheartedly believed this wasn’t the first time he’d touched him in such a way.
“You’re wearing too many clothes, bastard.” He grumbled and that hand moved away so that he could concentrate on undoing the Uchiha’s pants. Tobirama was inordinately proud of the fact that his fingers were steady and didn’t fumble once as he undid the closure and made some much needed room so he could skim his fingers inside. Of course, considering the dark-haired man not only still had his leg wraps on and was already laying down it would just make the process of undressing him all that much harder.
Much to his dismay though, the other man kept his pace almost torturously slow and Tobirama’s hips jerked in an aborted attempt to buck into the Uchiha’s grip. Izuna would discover he was uncut during his exploration of the Senju’s length and that he was pleasantly well-endowed without being over the top so to speak. If he hadn’t been in the middle of getting a pretty spectacular handjob, no doubt the albino ninja would have been embarrassed by how damp the thin material of his fundoshi was becoming in front from all the pre-cum that was leaking from the head of his penis but as it stood, he couldn’t even spare a second to be mortified by his reaction.
“Gods, shut up and get out of those damned pants before I cut them off of you.” Tobirama finally growled the words almost against Izuna’s mouth.