The poor Senju had no idea just what sort of treachery Izuna was plotting or how the other man could ‘make love’ to him while silently planning on slitting his throat. If he’d known, it would have no doubt just further poisoned him against the Uchiha clan as a whole.
Despite the relatively cool night air, sweat had broken out across the taller ninja’s forehead and made those spiky strands of pure white cling in damp clumps against his skin. His breath came more rapidly and raggedly now as though he’d been exerting himself by running ten miles in full battle armor instead of sitting there in the relative comfort of that blanket mutually jerking off his off and on Uchiha lover. Of course, Tobirama didn’t know that all those fabricated memories he had of their previous times together were just that…fabrications created by his own mind and fed into the genjutsu Izuna had crafted.
So though he thought they had this long history in fact this was very much still his first time…and even that was debatable considering this was all just an illusion. Still, the fact they’d both managed to last as long as they had considering their relative inexperience was a testament to their will and stamina as shinobi no doubt. But Tobirama knew he wasn’t going to last much longer, not with the sensation of Izuna’s strong fingers stroking around them and the slide of the other man’s cock against his own with each slick press of flesh.
Hearing his name sounding so broken and ragged on the other man’s tongue was one of the most erotic things he’d ever heard before. He’d never thought the sound of his own name coming from Izuna could sound so beautiful but it seemed to go straight to his cock. “Me too,” he admitted hoarsely. Tobirama moved the hand still tangled in Izuna’s hair up just a fraction so he could cup the back of the man’s neck and skull and used it as leverage as he leaned in to kiss the other man once more. There was little finesse to the kiss now and was more a frenetic mashing of lips and teeth.
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Date: 2015-09-03 06:05 am (UTC)Despite the relatively cool night air, sweat had broken out across the taller ninja’s forehead and made those spiky strands of pure white cling in damp clumps against his skin. His breath came more rapidly and raggedly now as though he’d been exerting himself by running ten miles in full battle armor instead of sitting there in the relative comfort of that blanket mutually jerking off his off and on Uchiha lover. Of course, Tobirama didn’t know that all those fabricated memories he had of their previous times together were just that…fabrications created by his own mind and fed into the genjutsu Izuna had crafted.
So though he thought they had this long history in fact this was very much still his first time…and even that was debatable considering this was all just an illusion. Still, the fact they’d both managed to last as long as they had considering their relative inexperience was a testament to their will and stamina as shinobi no doubt. But Tobirama knew he wasn’t going to last much longer, not with the sensation of Izuna’s strong fingers stroking around them and the slide of the other man’s cock against his own with each slick press of flesh.
Hearing his name sounding so broken and ragged on the other man’s tongue was one of the most erotic things he’d ever heard before. He’d never thought the sound of his own name coming from Izuna could sound so beautiful but it seemed to go straight to his cock. “Me too,” he admitted hoarsely. Tobirama moved the hand still tangled in Izuna’s hair up just a fraction so he could cup the back of the man’s neck and skull and used it as leverage as he leaned in to kiss the other man once more. There was little finesse to the kiss now and was more a frenetic mashing of lips and teeth.