The single, fragile moment came and went, the softness replaced with the sharp points of a prickly attitude, a notice of supreme vindication. It buried itself quickly, as if it was never there to start with. Tobirama was flushed against him, his hands at his hips, resting, and Izuna was curious if they would tighten and hold him there if he dared to try to escape from his lap. Would he grip him or chase him?
How long should I even keep him in this damn jutsu? This isn't the point of it; it's the after that I need.
If that was the case, why hadn't he just started the genjutsu to a point after lovemaking? Why hadn't he simply made him think that they were sweaty and spent, happy and sated? Because Tobirama could see through that, he wanted to think, to believe, but that seemed weak at best. He was a master at this, at building these worlds; if he could keep the Senju through this, couldn't he make him think it had already happened?
Pride? Punishment? Humiliation, then? But he wiser than to risk an entire mission for something egocentric.
Those words...Izuna tilted back his head o hide the smile.
"It is my right to, don't you think?" He rocked up on his knees, before sliding back down, the friction of their cocks making it so hard to concentrate on all these different levels. Losing it, though, that wasn't an option; it could all shatter too quickly, could let the whole world come crumbling down, and he would have to follow through on those fateful words far sooner than he wanted to.
Arms moved, one resting on his shoulder (fighting the urge to curl around his throat, to show him, to prove it), the other going between them. Long fingers around round their arousals, but his hand wasn't quite large enough to fight around both so he worked as best he could when he started to stroke it up and down their companionable lengths. He leaned forward, his eyes a flicker of red amongst the black, before murmuring against his lips.
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I hadn't planned on tagging this back right away, but you left me no choice.
Date: 2015-08-29 06:28 pm (UTC)How long should I even keep him in this damn jutsu? This isn't the point of it; it's the after that I need.
If that was the case, why hadn't he just started the genjutsu to a point after lovemaking? Why hadn't he simply made him think that they were sweaty and spent, happy and sated? Because Tobirama could see through that, he wanted to think, to believe, but that seemed weak at best. He was a master at this, at building these worlds; if he could keep the Senju through this, couldn't he make him think it had already happened?
Pride? Punishment? Humiliation, then? But he wiser than to risk an entire mission for something egocentric.
Those words...Izuna tilted back his head o hide the smile.
"It is my right to, don't you think?" He rocked up on his knees, before sliding back down, the friction of their cocks making it so hard to concentrate on all these different levels. Losing it, though, that wasn't an option; it could all shatter too quickly, could let the whole world come crumbling down, and he would have to follow through on those fateful words far sooner than he wanted to.
Arms moved, one resting on his shoulder (fighting the urge to curl around his throat, to show him, to prove it), the other going between them. Long fingers around round their arousals, but his hand wasn't quite large enough to fight around both so he worked as best he could when he started to stroke it up and down their companionable lengths. He leaned forward, his eyes a flicker of red amongst the black, before murmuring against his lips.
"And...only my right."