Cage of bones

9.

Tobirama

He kissed me.

I felt like the luckiest man alive when he kissed me.

I collected him into my embrace, into my body, hugging him as we kissed. He clawed my back with his long nails, craving closer as much as I did.

"Easy, gorgeous", I soothed him, my voice cracking of emotions.

I lay him down on the floor, a hand on the back of his head to protect it, and lay my weight on him carefully. He put his arms and legs around me, making me go mental as he pulled me closer still.

"I want you", he whispered. "I want you."

And I knew then and there I would give myself to him, let him see me come for him, do all of the things I hadn't done that first and last time we had fucked.

He was in a hurry, tugging at his clothes until they were off. I had no such patience for myself; I only pulled my trousers down before I turned him over on all four.

"Don't stretch me", he said. "I like the pain."

"My, oh my", I purred.

But I wouldn't let him get off without foreplay, stretching or not. 

So I used my tongue. I used my tongue on him.

I had never done that before, but I was so fucking horny I felt I had to do something unconventional and thought-provoking. It worked; he gasped and hid his face in his arms.

"Tobirama, what- Ahh... Ahh!!"

Judging by his screams, he loved it as much as I did. Actually, it was his screams that made me feel forced to stop, not because I was scared someone would still be in the theatre and hear us (actually, I suspected there was because at some point, I heard a door closing, someone shutting our lewd noises out) but because I couldn't wait a second longer before going into him.

Not stretching him was a good idea because he was so tight, it made me drool.

"Fuuuck..." I groaned as I pushed in. "You're so fucking good for me", I said as I started thrusting softly. "A tight fucking whore, just for me."

"Tobirama?" he whispered.

I immediately stopped, scared I was hurting him.

"Yes, my love?"

"Don't be soft..." I heard he was crying then and I realised it was because of Martin. A shockwave of jealousy made me nauseous. But it also added something else to the whole scenario, something I didn't hate. "I want pain. I want physical pain so I can forget the pain in my heart."

I didn't want Izuna to have pain in his heart caused by the absence of another man when I was fucking him. At the same time, I couldn't deny him anything so I gave him what he wanted. Of course I did. 

I thrusted. I thrusted so much that I clearly heard Izuna's screams were not only in pleasure.

"Izuna..." I said, hesitating. "You're bleeding."

"Don't stop!" he screamed.

And intermingled with his blood and my sweat, I felt I came close.

Izuna felt it, too.

"Let me hear you" he demanded in a whisper. "I want to hear exactly how delicious you find me."

I obliged. As I said, I couldn't deny him anything.