It was perhaps their own inexperience working against them. For two virgins who’d never truly known the touch of a lover their performance was adequate enough. True stamina and staying power only came with experience and knowledge after all. And it wasn’t as though either of them could go boasting about in the barracks about their particular escapades anyway.
All thoughts of not leaving any visible marks on his lover had fled Tobirama’s mind as the more primal side he often kept suppressed deep down under a heavy layer of ice cold logic awoke with a vengeance. He wanted to taste and experience every last piece of Izuna the closer he came to his own orgasm. The fact that the Uchiha matched him every borderline feral step for step only turned him on more. Because in this dreamworld at least, Tobirama could admit openly that he viewed the other man was an equal, a man who could match him in every way and that delighted him.
There was no way he could admit such a thing even in his most private most thoughts outside in the real world. To admit his enemy for his resilience and cleverness would be borderline treasonous but here it was…safe in a way.
The shudder that ran through the shorter man as he came was electrifying or perhaps it was simply the knowledge he’d been able to bring his lifelong rival to his proverbial knees in such a visceral way. Tobirama swallowed that guttural sounding moan but was thankfully too wrapped up in working the other through his orgasm to notice the flickers in the genjutsu. He could feel the other man’s seed trickling over their joined hands and was surprised to find he wasn’t overly disgusted by that realization. Or perhaps it was simply that Tobirama was so close to the precipice himself that he just couldn’t be bothered to focus on anything but his own pleasure now that he’d outlasted the Uchiha. He was polite enough to give the dark-haired man a moment to relish his own orgasm before squeezing Izuna’s fingers in a silent reminder he was still hard and aching to come himself.
He allowed himself the indulgence of a vaguely self-satisfied little smirk. “It’s hardly my fault. Though if you stop now, I might have to kill you on principle alone, Uchiha,” Tobirama said only halfway serious.
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Date: 2015-09-05 01:06 am (UTC)All thoughts of not leaving any visible marks on his lover had fled Tobirama’s mind as the more primal side he often kept suppressed deep down under a heavy layer of ice cold logic awoke with a vengeance. He wanted to taste and experience every last piece of Izuna the closer he came to his own orgasm. The fact that the Uchiha matched him every borderline feral step for step only turned him on more. Because in this dreamworld at least, Tobirama could admit openly that he viewed the other man was an equal, a man who could match him in every way and that delighted him.
There was no way he could admit such a thing even in his most private most thoughts outside in the real world. To admit his enemy for his resilience and cleverness would be borderline treasonous but here it was…safe in a way.
The shudder that ran through the shorter man as he came was electrifying or perhaps it was simply the knowledge he’d been able to bring his lifelong rival to his proverbial knees in such a visceral way. Tobirama swallowed that guttural sounding moan but was thankfully too wrapped up in working the other through his orgasm to notice the flickers in the genjutsu. He could feel the other man’s seed trickling over their joined hands and was surprised to find he wasn’t overly disgusted by that realization. Or perhaps it was simply that Tobirama was so close to the precipice himself that he just couldn’t be bothered to focus on anything but his own pleasure now that he’d outlasted the Uchiha. He was polite enough to give the dark-haired man a moment to relish his own orgasm before squeezing Izuna’s fingers in a silent reminder he was still hard and aching to come himself.
He allowed himself the indulgence of a vaguely self-satisfied little smirk. “It’s hardly my fault. Though if you stop now, I might have to kill you on principle alone, Uchiha,” Tobirama said only halfway serious.