The heater had been on while the two were gone, so the warm air hit them like a slap in the face, a huge change in environment. Tobi felt Deidara's little hand dissapear from his grasp. The boy stepped inside and removed his shoes and put them by the door, as he always did when entering their home. Tobi always found this habit strange, but it's Deidara. Who knows. "You're quite the character, you know that?" He chuckled and followed Deidara inside. Locking the door, he made himself certain it was locked. He wouldn't want anyone, not even Saeu, their closest and most trustworthy friend, walking in on them. Strolling casually over to the white faux-leather sofa and taking a seat, he used the voice that only Deidara knew. "Do me a favor, sweetheart. Go put on something cute for me. I like unwrapping you like a cute little present." His voice was deeper and more sultry, not like his almost comical, somewhat high voice. "Yes Sir." Deidara cooed, his bare feet pitter-pattering on the wood floor as he headed for the bedroom. He kept his smirk hidden as well as possible, being turned away from Tobi and all. The door shut quietly. "Oh, god.." Tobi leaned forward and put his mask-covered face in his hands. He blushed madly. Deidara knew that being called "Sir" was a HUGE turn-on for Tobi. He thought to himself again, which is seeming to become a reoccuring thing now. "Damn.. I'm in trouble, aren't I..?"
