Calculus

24. (Tobirama)

Our breaths were our only witnesses.

He stood up, and I stood my ground, feeling a light headache still but my mind was not hazed over by alcohol any longer.

I started walking around him, slowly, as if I were a predator deciding if he was a worthy prey for me or not, hearing his respiratory rate increase. 

I stopped behind him, put my chin on his shoulder, breathed hotly. I took another turn, stopped behind him again. He trembled in anticipation and eagerness to turn around, but he didn't. My brave, brave prince. I put my hands on his waist, started stoking it. He melted beneath my touch, moaned in held-back frustration. I bit my lip, my erection growing, readying me for him, finally, after all these years.

I pulled him towards me, his behind to my groin so he could feel me, know that I was his and only his as I kept stroking his waist. I pulled my trousers down, pushed his robe to the side.

To my great delight, he was naked underneath.

I let my length move back and forth at his opening, slicing him as if I were a knife, and he moaned for me, over and over.

"Izuna..." I murmured through gritted teeth.

"Tobirama", he whispered back.

He rendered me senseless as soon as my name was on his lips.

I leaned forwards.

He turned round for a kiss.

I collided my lips onto his.

His hand went to my neck, pressing me closer. Oh, how good he felt! It was blissful to learn I hadn't forgotten a single atom on his lips; everything felt so familiar. I kept my right hand on his waist while my dominant left hand went to his erection, beating something milky out of it softly. He licked my piercing playfully, an ornament I'd gotten two years ago as a mark of my greatness, and I loved it even more because he seemed to love it.

I couldn't get enough. I felt a desperation to conquer, to own and to protect. Nothing, nothing in this world could come between us as long as I lived and I swore right then and there I would devote my life to protecting him once again, that I would do whatever I needed to do to keep him safe. 

He was completely unaware of these thoughts of mine. He was moaning and mewling into my mouth, eating me with his tongue, licking mine outside of my mouth.

He was insane and I loved him for it.

I lifted him up into my embrace then, one arm underneath his knees, the other at his shoulders, carried him to his bed and threw him on it. He immediately turned over on his stomach, arched his back, giving himself over to me entirely.

With a loving finger, I massaged and stretched. With a soft mouth, I licked and praised. I turned him round, spat at his erection, used my hand, then my mouth. He looked like he was locked in a trans, his face distorted due to raw pleasure. I turned him back over, used my fingers in a scissoring motion as he arched his back for me once more. Over and over, he turned his head, wanting to be kissed. It was hard to reach, so we let our tongues wrestle outside of our lips before I had to go back to what I was doing, sucking my fingers, touching myself and then him, my fingers lubricated with my saliva and semen.

When I was done preparing him, his body was dripping with sweat.

I put my palm to the small of his back and pressed, arching his back even further, and he stuck up his behind, his way of begging me for sex. I put my tip to his opening, and he pushed himself back immediately.

I screamed in relief.

He screamed in pleasure.

Nothing could have prepared me for the explosion of love that came with me entering his body.

It was as if my heart was put next to his inside of his chest.

The pleasure was so great after having starved after him for year after year that I kept screaming as I thrusted from behind, and he moaned hotly. He kept asking for kisses by turning his head, and I kept giving them to him as I continued to thrust.

Before long, I had to pull out, and Izuna wailed unhappily, but I put an arm around his waist and lifted him up, dragged him into the bathroom where I put him into the shower, closing the glass door behind us and pressing his frontside up against it. He put his hands to it, bent forwards for me, and I conquered him again, turning the shower on so we were drenched as we made love.

I began building up.

It started in my ribs, and travelled as electrical signals down to my spine, further down to my thighs and when it reached my groin, I spilled myself over, screaming his name to the stars as he screamed mine. Our names met above us, intermingling into the entity that was meant to be from the beginning. The orgasm was bottomless, and Izuna pulled forwards so I was released, turned round and went down on his knees to capture my dick into his mouth, milking out every drop, tasting my salt as he beat the rest out of himself, too.

When he was done, he curled up into a ball on the shower floor, and I lay down beside him, took him into my embrace and loved him so much, it felt as though I might die. 

Later, we lay in his bed, naked and wrapped in warm, frothy blankets, our hair still wet from the shower. We were turned towards each other, not talking, just stroking each other's faces, pulling our fingers through each other's hair, getting to know the new curves and edges of each other's bodies by pressing them close together. Our hunger for each other had already built up, but we held back to get this moment with one another's souls. I took Izuna's hand in mine, looked at it in awe.

"You've never known how beautiful you are", I whispered, kissing his fingers.

"You have always known exactly how handsome you are", he mocked me back lovingly. I smiled. "You know..." he said, looking away.

"Not half as much as you do", I teased.

"Stop!" he scolded me. "I'm trying to make a Serious Announcement."

I cleared my throat.

"Sorry, sorry. Okay, I am serious", I said, setting my face.

"Tobirama", he said, and the mood changed. "Tobirama, I am going back home. And I am going to take over the throne after my father."

I looked at him in disbelief.

Then, I pulled himself to me, hugged him and cried in relief.

He took my hand and squeezed three times.