The albino ninja radiated a sense of satisfaction because it was empowering to know you could help bring that much pleasure to your lover. Because as far as he was aware, that was exactly what they were and that all of this was nothing but a cooked up lie created in the mind of the devious Uchiha warrior.
Izuna had been—beautiful.
There was no other word for it, he’d been beautiful as he lost himself in the pleasure of his orgasm and the sight had been so enrapturing even a man as normally observant as Senju Tobirama was captured by it to the point where he hadn’t noticed just how thin and fragile the boundary of the genjutsu had gotten between illusion and reality.
To his credit, he immediately let go when he heard that distressed little whimper from Izuna but he was ill prepared for the direct and firm way Izuna took him in hand. Tobirama was silently grateful for the additional lubrication of the other man’s come because otherwise he might have chaffed him raw with the intensity of his grip. As it stood, it was borderline painful but it just served to add a little extra spice to the volatile mix.
Still, he wasn’t the type to blindly accept orders from an Uchiha and the arrogant statement had the Senju’s eyes narrowing in irritation and the hand still buried in the other man’s hair tightening ever so slightly. Only the threat of Izuna stopping kept him from biting the man’s head off because as much as his attitude chaffed him, Tobirama wanted his own orgasm more.
“I don’t take orders from you, Uchiha.” He growled all the same, but it did achieve Izuna’s goal of thoroughly centering in those red eyes on him with all the intensity of a hawk. Tobirama wasn’t looking away anytime soon mainly because he seemed as though he were torn between glaring or finally losing himself to the pleasure. Tendons stood out in sharp relief against his neck and that still come smeared hand rose and drawn by the darting motion of the other man’s tongue he painted Izuna’s damp lower lip with the remnants of his own essence.
It was a subtle reminder on his part that Izuna had been the one who came first and Tobirama had been the instrument that played a part in his undoing. The Uchiha might think he had control of the situation just because he was swiftly bringing the other man off but the Senju wasn’t going to surrender control just yet. Even in this, it still remained a battle and a test of wills just on a different playing field.
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Date: 2015-09-05 04:09 am (UTC)Izuna had been—beautiful.
There was no other word for it, he’d been beautiful as he lost himself in the pleasure of his orgasm and the sight had been so enrapturing even a man as normally observant as Senju Tobirama was captured by it to the point where he hadn’t noticed just how thin and fragile the boundary of the genjutsu had gotten between illusion and reality.
To his credit, he immediately let go when he heard that distressed little whimper from Izuna but he was ill prepared for the direct and firm way Izuna took him in hand. Tobirama was silently grateful for the additional lubrication of the other man’s come because otherwise he might have chaffed him raw with the intensity of his grip. As it stood, it was borderline painful but it just served to add a little extra spice to the volatile mix.
Still, he wasn’t the type to blindly accept orders from an Uchiha and the arrogant statement had the Senju’s eyes narrowing in irritation and the hand still buried in the other man’s hair tightening ever so slightly. Only the threat of Izuna stopping kept him from biting the man’s head off because as much as his attitude chaffed him, Tobirama wanted his own orgasm more.
“I don’t take orders from you, Uchiha.” He growled all the same, but it did achieve Izuna’s goal of thoroughly centering in those red eyes on him with all the intensity of a hawk. Tobirama wasn’t looking away anytime soon mainly because he seemed as though he were torn between glaring or finally losing himself to the pleasure. Tendons stood out in sharp relief against his neck and that still come smeared hand rose and drawn by the darting motion of the other man’s tongue he painted Izuna’s damp lower lip with the remnants of his own essence.
It was a subtle reminder on his part that Izuna had been the one who came first and Tobirama had been the instrument that played a part in his undoing. The Uchiha might think he had control of the situation just because he was swiftly bringing the other man off but the Senju wasn’t going to surrender control just yet. Even in this, it still remained a battle and a test of wills just on a different playing field.