His gambit paid off and the albino ninja absolutely bought the lie hook line and sinker. Under normal circumstances, Tobirama didn’t have a lot of time to indulge in long and drawn-out explorations of his own body and sexuality. Usually, he tended to look on the sudden attacks of his own libido as something trying and exasperating or something to be dealt with as quickly as possible so that he could turn his attention to more important matters.
Izuna however was teaching him that perhaps simply taking your time every now and then wasn’t necessarily a bad thing. Though Tobirama found himself wanting more and the damned Uchiha just refused to give it to him.
“Just saying, you could have taken care of this earlier instead of just lying there whining about how I was keeping you waiting.” He wrapped his fingers around Izuna’s length and began to return the favor. The feeling was nearly the same though he couldn’t miss the distinct lack of foreskin which was puzzling and a little horrifying all at the same time. Why on earth would anyone let another human being cut off a portion of their dick was beyond him. But finding out the Uchiha had strange customs was hardly surprising to the Senju.
He didn’t resist when his lover shoved him back though he was somewhat reluctant to pull his hand free of the other man’s fundoshi. Still, he fell back on his haunches and began the process of unwinding his own loin cloth though he found himself pausing mid-way when Izuna succeeded in finally drawing off his clothes. Even the darkness couldn’t mask the blatant hunger on that sharp-featured face as he took in the sight of the Uchiha utterly bared to see finally.
Those red eyes traveled over every ridge and blemish in that pale skin, sometimes recognizing his own handywork and sometimes not. Perhaps to a civilian, their scarred bodies might have been something ugly or undesirable but for a ninja, each wound was a permanent token left on their bodies as a reminder they’d face down death and lived to see another day.
That oddly shaped birthmark in particular intrigued Tobirama and he silently wondered what sort of sounds he could draw out of the other man as he traced and mapped out the uneven lines of that vaguely bird-shaped mark with the tip of his tongue. He found his lustful thoughts interrupted rudely however by those insistent hands tugging sharply at his last piece of clothing and Tobirama sharply closed his hands around Izuna’s wrists to hold them still before he managed to rip the cloth from his body.
“Do you mind, I’m more than capable of disrobing without your help.” He snapped sharply and squeezed the Uchiha’s wrists once in warning.
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Date: 2015-08-27 04:00 am (UTC)Izuna however was teaching him that perhaps simply taking your time every now and then wasn’t necessarily a bad thing. Though Tobirama found himself wanting more and the damned Uchiha just refused to give it to him.
“Just saying, you could have taken care of this earlier instead of just lying there whining about how I was keeping you waiting.” He wrapped his fingers around Izuna’s length and began to return the favor. The feeling was nearly the same though he couldn’t miss the distinct lack of foreskin which was puzzling and a little horrifying all at the same time. Why on earth would anyone let another human being cut off a portion of their dick was beyond him. But finding out the Uchiha had strange customs was hardly surprising to the Senju.
He didn’t resist when his lover shoved him back though he was somewhat reluctant to pull his hand free of the other man’s fundoshi. Still, he fell back on his haunches and began the process of unwinding his own loin cloth though he found himself pausing mid-way when Izuna succeeded in finally drawing off his clothes. Even the darkness couldn’t mask the blatant hunger on that sharp-featured face as he took in the sight of the Uchiha utterly bared to see finally.
Those red eyes traveled over every ridge and blemish in that pale skin, sometimes recognizing his own handywork and sometimes not. Perhaps to a civilian, their scarred bodies might have been something ugly or undesirable but for a ninja, each wound was a permanent token left on their bodies as a reminder they’d face down death and lived to see another day.
That oddly shaped birthmark in particular intrigued Tobirama and he silently wondered what sort of sounds he could draw out of the other man as he traced and mapped out the uneven lines of that vaguely bird-shaped mark with the tip of his tongue. He found his lustful thoughts interrupted rudely however by those insistent hands tugging sharply at his last piece of clothing and Tobirama sharply closed his hands around Izuna’s wrists to hold them still before he managed to rip the cloth from his body.
“Do you mind, I’m more than capable of disrobing without your help.” He snapped sharply and squeezed the Uchiha’s wrists once in warning.