Whether it was the nip or the moment, Izuna did shut up, finding the words stalling on his lips. Even after the condemnation (he didn't talk too damn much! it was simply that Tobirama didn't talk enough), he didn't feel the urge to angry, to bite back; his scowl even softened to a mild curiosity and a flushed awkwardness.
Naked. They were both naked, and vulnerable and exposed. He could see what his hands had touched, and it was better with his eyes than anything his mind could have produced, strong and shimmering with the wet of the precum. The foreskin looked...odd, but not bad. Just different.
Tobirama looked like a man. Not a Senju, not an Uchiha, but a man, and he wasn't sure how he should feel about it. Equal? Simple? Basic? Aroused? Ashamed?
Cheeks flared pink, but he crawled to his knees, one of his hands going to the albino's cheek as he leaned in and kissed him, slow, careful. The attitude from early was taking a temporary stay as he pulled himself in close, tasting his humility, his humanity, their own mutual nervousness. It was sweet, that momentary break, something he would never get to know again.
Izuna wouldn't forget it.
He pulled back without even attempting to taste his tongue, his eyes cut jewels as they caught the moonlight. "Mm," he answered, before one hand caught the Senju's shoulder and shoved him onto his ass. Smirking in the comfort of that ego, he slid onto the other's lap, one leg on either side of him as his arms loosely wrapped around the other's shoulders, hands hanging relaxed behind his neck.
When he leaned in, his cock pressed against the other man's and it felt electric, intense. That--that was unexpected. His body straightened, his heart hammering as his damp lips parted, and without thinking he pushed himself up to run his arousal the entire length. His body trembled slightly from sensations, from anxiousness, from every new thing that surrounded him, a new realm that seemed so unfamiliar and exhilarating.
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Naked. They were both naked, and vulnerable and exposed. He could see what his hands had touched, and it was better with his eyes than anything his mind could have produced, strong and shimmering with the wet of the precum. The foreskin looked...odd, but not bad. Just different.
Tobirama looked like a man. Not a Senju, not an Uchiha, but a man, and he wasn't sure how he should feel about it. Equal? Simple? Basic? Aroused? Ashamed?
Cheeks flared pink, but he crawled to his knees, one of his hands going to the albino's cheek as he leaned in and kissed him, slow, careful. The attitude from early was taking a temporary stay as he pulled himself in close, tasting his humility, his humanity, their own mutual nervousness. It was sweet, that momentary break, something he would never get to know again.
Izuna wouldn't forget it.
He pulled back without even attempting to taste his tongue, his eyes cut jewels as they caught the moonlight. "Mm," he answered, before one hand caught the Senju's shoulder and shoved him onto his ass. Smirking in the comfort of that ego, he slid onto the other's lap, one leg on either side of him as his arms loosely wrapped around the other's shoulders, hands hanging relaxed behind his neck.
When he leaned in, his cock pressed against the other man's and it felt electric, intense. That--that was unexpected. His body straightened, his heart hammering as his damp lips parted, and without thinking he pushed himself up to run his arousal the entire length. His body trembled slightly from sensations, from anxiousness, from every new thing that surrounded him, a new realm that seemed so unfamiliar and exhilarating.
"...Are you, Senju?"