Once this illusionary world dissipated, Tobirama was going to be asking himself the very same thing. Why Izuna felt the need to go through this whole ridiculous seduction scene when all he supposedly wanted from him was a little pillowtalk. Such things raised a lot of uncomfortable questions and they were questions whose answers he just wasn’t ready for yet.
How was he going to live with himself knowing Izuna had seen him at his most vulnerable? When he’d seen him reduced to a shaking and breathless mass of lust and need? Right now, he was exposed not just physically but also on an emotional level and there were no defenses to protect him from the Uchiha’s machinations.
But that was a problem to be dealt with later. He had more pressing concerns at the moment. Mainly the way the Uchiha was rocking his hips up against his and grinding their erections together in a way that stole every bit of brainpower from that formidable mind. Tobirama found himself rambling and saying something he’d normally never say under regular circumstances.
And of course, Izuna being the insane Uchiha that he was, he just took it and ran with it. Those lust-filled red eyes cleared slowly as the slender ninja in his lap suddenly started to talk about how it was only his right to kill him and it effectively cut through the need enough to clear his mind. Exasperation and disgust briefly shot across the Senju’s face and one callused hand moved to close around Izuna’s hand were it was wrapped around their lengths.
“Insane Uchiha, only you could speak of murder in the middle of—“ Of what exactly? Lovemaking? He hesitated to apply such a word to this, it felt too soft…too intimate. “—fucking.” Instead of trying to pry Izuna’s hand away, Tobirama just covered the area the other man’s hand could not, effectively completely the Izuna’s grip so that no part of their sensitive flesh would be bared to the cooling night air.
Tobirama didn’t flinch away from the swirl of crimson in Izuna’s gaze for once but instead met that sullen red gleam stubbornly. Was it perhaps arrogant folly on his part? Or perhaps a sign of trust the Senju was offering telling his so-called ‘lover’ that he trusted him not to put him under a genjutsu? It was a surprising show of trust from the Senju and all the more ironic considering he was already trapped inside that very illusion.
“You’re not going to kill me anymore than I’m going to kill you, Izuna. Stop screwing around.” He muttered so close to the Uchiha's mouth that each word had their lips brushing together softly.
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Date: 2015-08-30 05:56 pm (UTC)How was he going to live with himself knowing Izuna had seen him at his most vulnerable? When he’d seen him reduced to a shaking and breathless mass of lust and need? Right now, he was exposed not just physically but also on an emotional level and there were no defenses to protect him from the Uchiha’s machinations.
But that was a problem to be dealt with later. He had more pressing concerns at the moment. Mainly the way the Uchiha was rocking his hips up against his and grinding their erections together in a way that stole every bit of brainpower from that formidable mind. Tobirama found himself rambling and saying something he’d normally never say under regular circumstances.
And of course, Izuna being the insane Uchiha that he was, he just took it and ran with it. Those lust-filled red eyes cleared slowly as the slender ninja in his lap suddenly started to talk about how it was only his right to kill him and it effectively cut through the need enough to clear his mind. Exasperation and disgust briefly shot across the Senju’s face and one callused hand moved to close around Izuna’s hand were it was wrapped around their lengths.
“Insane Uchiha, only you could speak of murder in the middle of—“ Of what exactly? Lovemaking? He hesitated to apply such a word to this, it felt too soft…too intimate. “—fucking.” Instead of trying to pry Izuna’s hand away, Tobirama just covered the area the other man’s hand could not, effectively completely the Izuna’s grip so that no part of their sensitive flesh would be bared to the cooling night air.
Tobirama didn’t flinch away from the swirl of crimson in Izuna’s gaze for once but instead met that sullen red gleam stubbornly. Was it perhaps arrogant folly on his part? Or perhaps a sign of trust the Senju was offering telling his so-called ‘lover’ that he trusted him not to put him under a genjutsu? It was a surprising show of trust from the Senju and all the more ironic considering he was already trapped inside that very illusion.
“You’re not going to kill me anymore than I’m going to kill you, Izuna. Stop screwing around.” He muttered so close to the Uchiha's mouth that each word had their lips brushing together softly.