Even in the heat of battle, had Tobirama looked at him quite so intensely? It might have been unsettling in other circumstances the way the other man watched him as though trying to burn every inch of him into his memory.
The Senju didn’t have the benefit of the Sharingan to aid him in memorizing and recording everything he saw though his proficiency and versatility in jutsu certainly spoke highly of his intelligence and ability to memorize. He might not be at Uchiha level but the other man wasn’t a slouch in the memory department either.
And this…this he wanted to remember. He couldn’t even explain the intensity of his own desire because it wasn’t as though he’d never seen Izuna naked before…right? They’d been lovers for months and had slept together before but for some reason, this felt almost like it was the first time he’d seen the other man in such a state and he couldn’t understand why it affected him as deeply as it did.
Of course, Izuna effectively ruined the moment by trying to rip his fundoshi off his body and those sharp red eyes turned back to a more familiar glare. The air between them all but snapped with that familiar antagonism. But unlike in real life where such things would inevitably turn bloody and into a fight, in this dream world at least, another avenue was available. He leaned down and nipped at Izuna’s lower lip sharply in an attempt to shut the other teen up.
“You talk too damned much.” He didn’t fight Izuna when he tried to pull his hands free but instead went back to undoing his underthings until he too was as naked as the Uchiha. There was definitely a sense of vulnerability in being bared to the world like this. Even if the only person for miles around to see him was Izuna who was—supposedly—his lover, he still felt his cheeks begin to grow hot once more with a flush.
A look that was both surly and uncertain all at once crossed the Senju’s face as he tossed his funjoshi off to the side as well and he restlessly let his hands fall to his side rather than move to preserve his modesty or something equally silly. “There, happy?”
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Date: 2015-08-28 03:57 am (UTC)The Senju didn’t have the benefit of the Sharingan to aid him in memorizing and recording everything he saw though his proficiency and versatility in jutsu certainly spoke highly of his intelligence and ability to memorize. He might not be at Uchiha level but the other man wasn’t a slouch in the memory department either.
And this…this he wanted to remember. He couldn’t even explain the intensity of his own desire because it wasn’t as though he’d never seen Izuna naked before…right? They’d been lovers for months and had slept together before but for some reason, this felt almost like it was the first time he’d seen the other man in such a state and he couldn’t understand why it affected him as deeply as it did.
Of course, Izuna effectively ruined the moment by trying to rip his fundoshi off his body and those sharp red eyes turned back to a more familiar glare. The air between them all but snapped with that familiar antagonism. But unlike in real life where such things would inevitably turn bloody and into a fight, in this dream world at least, another avenue was available. He leaned down and nipped at Izuna’s lower lip sharply in an attempt to shut the other teen up.
“You talk too damned much.” He didn’t fight Izuna when he tried to pull his hands free but instead went back to undoing his underthings until he too was as naked as the Uchiha. There was definitely a sense of vulnerability in being bared to the world like this. Even if the only person for miles around to see him was Izuna who was—supposedly—his lover, he still felt his cheeks begin to grow hot once more with a flush.
A look that was both surly and uncertain all at once crossed the Senju’s face as he tossed his funjoshi off to the side as well and he restlessly let his hands fall to his side rather than move to preserve his modesty or something equally silly. “There, happy?”