Twin Leaves in the Shadow

第18章

*NSFW*
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Working closely with Madara made the work day go by fast. He seemed to breeze through the paperwork with ease, while Hashirama struggled to keep up. Any problem they encountered, Madara always had a solution.

They were wrapping up the last of their work in the office. Hashirama sat at his desk while Madara was at a table across the room. Madara was reading a document, clearly in deep concentration. He had his head propped up in his hand, while the other hand anxiously tapped on the desk. His bangs covered his face as he slouched over the papers. Hashirama could tell he was exhausted from the day.

"You know, we could finish this tomorrow. There's no rush," Hashirama suggested, breaking the silence between them.

Madara sighed, "No, it's fine."

Hashirama rolled his eyes, despite Madara's being glued to the paper.

"We've been here all day, Madara. Let's go home and relax a little," Hashirama expressed, his tone slightly suggestive.

This piqued Madara's interest. He peered up at the brunette, who was already looking back at him. Hashirama was sank back into his chair with his arms propped on the arm-rests. Madara could tell he was mentally-undressing him with the look he had in his eyes.

"You seem to be in a hurry, Hashi. What do you have planned?" Madara asked teasingly.

"Wouldn't you like to know?" Hashirama quipped back.

Madara straightened up his body while a smirk slipped across his face. His whole body started to feel warm, getting flustered with excitement.

But suddenly, his mind thought of the possibility of someone seeing them.

"Shouldn't we wait until it's dark for us to leave?" Madara asked, more serious now.

"We can just say we are finishing our work. No one will question the two founders," Hashirama explained.

Madara seemed unconvinced, but nodded anyways. Hashirama could tell something else was lingering on his mind.

"My house or yours?" Hashirama continued, changing the subject back.

"Someone's eager," Madara remarked, looking back down at the papers in front of him.

The brunette frowned and rolled his eyes.

"We can finish everything tomorrow, I promise," Hashirama insisted.

Giving in to the temptation, Madara began the process of going home for the night. He shuffled the papers into a pile and put them off to the side.

"We can go to your place," Madara finally answered, looking up to find Hashirama.

He was already standing at the door, looking impatiently at Madara. His foot was tapping on the ground, as if he was trying to tell him to "hurry up."

"Or you could just go ahead and get on your knees now. Since you're in such a rush," Madara said bluntly.

"Is that a suggestion or a command?" Hashirama questioned as his eyes lit up with excitement.

Madara smirked as he stood up from his chair and walked over to Hashirama. His hands immediately reached for Hashirama's face, pulling him down to meet his lips. Heat rushed to his cheeks as he felt Hashirama's hand rub against the growing bulge in his pants.

"I want your mouth," Madara begged.

Suddenly, he was being pulled away towards the desk. Hashirama shoved him harshly against it and then dropped to his knees. His fingers fumbled as he desperately tried to pull down Madara's pants just enough and reveal his erection.

As soon as his mouth wrapped around his member, Madara harshly shoved him further, forcing Hashirama to take in all of his length. He held Hashirama's head in place for a moment, before releasing to allow him to move on his own.

"F-fuck, Hashi-"

Madara could barely utter his words as Hashirama bobbed his head rhythmically along his dick. Within a few minutes, his whole body felt warm and his knees were going weak. Just as he felt his climax approaching, Hashirama stopped. The brunette stood up and forcefully shoved Madara onto his knees.

"Make it nice and wet for me," Hashirama commanded, pulling his pants down just below his erection.

Madara's eyes widened, stunned by the sudden shift in dominance. Before he could attempt to take charge again, Hashirama grabbed a fist full of Madara's hair and yanked him closer. Obediently, Madara took him into his mouth.

"When you finish doing what I asked, I want you to get up and bend over the table," Hashirama ordered, tightening his grip on Madara's hair.

The Uchiha cut his eyes up at Hashirama. He licked along his member achingly slow. Hashirama watched in awe, eyes wide and mouth gaped.

"Spit on it," Hashirama growled while loving what he was seeing.

Madara obeyed his orders and slobbered all over him. Within an instant, he was pulled up to his feet by his hair. Hashirama spun him around and bent him over the desk, pinning his head harshly on the surface. Papers and other items flew off the desk during the act, crashing loudly on the floor. Without a chance to react, he felt Hashirama push deep inside him. The feelings of pleasure and pain overwhelmed him as Hashirama began pounding him into the table. His eyes rolled to the back of his head, feeling almost intoxicated. The only things he could do is moan and drool.

"Does that feel good, love?" Hashirama panted.

His thrusts became more rough and erratic, making Madara tremble underneath him. Hashirama let go of Madara's head and placed both of his hands on Madara's hips, digging his fingers deep into his skin. Despite having the freedom to move, Madara was helpless. His hips and thighs burned from being rammed against the table repeatedly. He tried to speak but only moans came out.

Hashirama could feel Madara shaking underneath him. He knew he was cumming. Just watching the pleasure erupt from Madara sent Hashirama over the edge.

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum," Hashirama moaned.

Madara laid limp as Hashirama's erratic and harsh movements slowly came to a stop. He could feel his cum dripping down between his legs. Hashirama stepped away and quickly pulled his pants back on. Madara, on the other hand, felt almost too weak to move. His hands trembled as he cleaned himself up and re-dressed.

"I hope you didn't cum on any important documents," Hashirama joked, breaking the silence between them. He was picking up the things that had fallen off the desk during their affair.

"If I did, it's not my fault," Madara chuckled, looking deviously at Hashirama.

"It was your idea to do this here," Hashirama quipped back.

Madara rolled his eyes and scoffed at the accusation.

Hashirama finished placing everything back on the desk and followed Madara out the door. As he turned around to lock the office, a black figure could be seen turning the corner in his peripheral. A chill went down his spine as he rapidly looked up to try to catch a better glimpse.

The figure was gone.

Hashirama could tell Madara had noticed it, too. He could feel the panic and anger radiating from the man behind him.

"Fuck," was all Hashirama could think.