Sweetly biting

20.

Tobirama:

Our album was released six months later, in late summer.

Recording it together had been a dream. We clashed sometimes, usually when Izuna thought my singing was perfect but I was critical and wanted to redo it. But it strengthened us as a couple, made Izuna learn what a perfectionist I was and made me learn the depth of Izuna's kind-heartedness. 

Not to mention the mind-blowing sex we would have after our clashes...

We didn't speak during the drive home after a fight, but once inside the door of our apartment, I would drop my summer coat on the floor, grab Izuna's face harshly with one hand and forcefully back him into the bedroom where I would throw him onto the bed and he would give himself over to me completely, open up to me like a rose, and I would fuck him to show him exactly what fighting with me meant and how much I truly loved him, no matter what.

Afterwards, we would cling to each other for a good hour and talk things out.

In the end, we had a result that we both loved.

We simply named it 'Mute' and the cover was a close-up of a used band-aid with the metallic lacquer of my wing as a backdrop. Izuna had taken the picture with his cell phone camera for fun when he'd removed a band aid he'd had after cutting his finger.

'This album is the best thing I've ever created. Tobirama, thank you.'

We lay in bed the night of the release, arm's length apart to be able to see each other, hands on each other's faces. Izuna hardly spoke nowadays. His vocal cords got gradually worse, and now only a few sentences caused him immense pain.

"I wish I had been your piano man instead", I whispered.

'You will be my piano man forever <3'

I bent forwards and kissed him then, feeling that tug in my groin that was so familiar now but still so exotic. I was still in awe that this gentle, bright soul wanted to share his life with me.

"Mmm..." he moaned silently into my mouth, egged me on to deepen the kiss.

I missed his sweet-talking. I missed it a lot. But I would never exchange him for anything or anyone else. And I made up for what he couldn't say by talking myself. A lot.

"Give me your sweet little mouth. Mmm yes, give your tongue to me, baby. Let me taste you."

Izuna was a slut for my talking. And I had never met anyone who communicated with his body the way Izuna did. His body movements during sex had increased ten-fold since his voice got destroyed. When I fucked him with my words, he arched his back, pressed his groin against mine, let his erection toy with mine. I kept speaking to him, triggered by his reactions and his begging for more.

"Look at you, a slut for me. You're so good. You're so good to me Izuna..."

He clenched his eyes closed, pinched his nipple between his two fingers and panted like a maniac. Sweat was breaking free on his forehead. I went down to his neck and devoured it, sweetly biting. Izuna craned his neck to me, gave me access so I could leave bruises all over, which I gladly did.

I went down to his stomach, licked a circle around his navel. I had a thing for his navel... It was quite little, embedded in the lovely layer of belly fat he had. I loved pouring edible things there and body shotting it; chocolate sauce, melted vanilla ice cream, honey, and...

There was a flask of Vodka on the dressing table. I took it, opened the lid and straddled Izuna's thighs. He looked at me from his rightful position below me as I drank several chugs directly from the flask. I felt like getting drunk with my boyfriend tonight. Izuna smirked. The last chug, I didn't swallow, but instead I bent my head down, kissed my boyfriend, poured the liquid into his mouth and he took it, swallowing it down. I gave him three shots, figuring that was more than enough to make him very tipsy seeing he was quite light and not used to alcohol. I wasn't either, by any means, but I drank red wine sometimes and I was also twice Izuna's size. I poured some into Izuna's navel, causing him to lean his head back and moan due to the cold sensation.