It wasn't just him. It wasn't just him that was close, wasn't just him that could feel the tightening, tensing in his body, wasn't just him that was panting softly. It wasn't just him that was going to finish. Was this too soon? He wasn't sure. How did people go for hours, like the rumors swirling through the camps, men laughing and clapping each other on the back as he talked up their previous night's exploits? This alone almost seemed too touch, and all they had done was touch one another.
The hand at his head slid up, and he knew what was going to happen before the other leaned in. He had enough time to hiss out a "Sssenju, n-no--" but then mouth was at his, kissing, biting, and he was giving it back just as much. Coherent thought was gone, replaced with animalist lust and tendencies, with the motivation of wanton desires born of places he didn't even know he had.
Nails, blunt and short, dug into the other man's shoulder, gripping as he kissed him. His other hand was quick, tight, and he could feel the precum slipping between their cocks as he deeply moaned into the other's mouth. He couldn't-- he couldn't finish yet. Tobirama hadn't. He couldn't. He couldn't let him win, not in his own fucking genjutsu, not here, not like thi--
And it struck, beyond his control, his body tensing against him as the climax slammed into him. The sound in his throat was almost guttural as he moaned, pressing into him, stock still as he came all over their mutual hands, with eyes screwed shut. He could feel the warmth over his fingers, but in that moment, he didn't care; all he could hear was his heartbeat slamming in his ears, his mind not even concentrating on what was happening (which explained a few flickers in the genjutsu itself, nothing more than blinks where things seemed almost disconnected). Everything in his mind was white in that moment.
He pulled his lips away, leaning back against the hand at his head, and sat there panting, little tremors in the aftermath slipping through him. That was...
"B-Bastard." Because he shouldn't have come first, dammit, and it was clearly Tobirama's fault.
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Date: 2015-09-03 05:01 pm (UTC)The hand at his head slid up, and he knew what was going to happen before the other leaned in. He had enough time to hiss out a "Sssenju, n-no--" but then mouth was at his, kissing, biting, and he was giving it back just as much. Coherent thought was gone, replaced with animalist lust and tendencies, with the motivation of wanton desires born of places he didn't even know he had.
Nails, blunt and short, dug into the other man's shoulder, gripping as he kissed him. His other hand was quick, tight, and he could feel the precum slipping between their cocks as he deeply moaned into the other's mouth. He couldn't-- he couldn't finish yet. Tobirama hadn't. He couldn't. He couldn't let him win, not in his own fucking genjutsu, not here, not like thi--
And it struck, beyond his control, his body tensing against him as the climax slammed into him. The sound in his throat was almost guttural as he moaned, pressing into him, stock still as he came all over their mutual hands, with eyes screwed shut. He could feel the warmth over his fingers, but in that moment, he didn't care; all he could hear was his heartbeat slamming in his ears, his mind not even concentrating on what was happening (which explained a few flickers in the genjutsu itself, nothing more than blinks where things seemed almost disconnected). Everything in his mind was white in that moment.
He pulled his lips away, leaning back against the hand at his head, and sat there panting, little tremors in the aftermath slipping through him. That was...
"B-Bastard." Because he shouldn't have come first, dammit, and it was clearly Tobirama's fault.