Connecting hollows (Tobirama x Madara)

9. Handcuffs (Madara)

He tasted of coffee with cream.

I moaned into his kiss, leaned forwards to his mouth, wanting more of him, more of us, more of this.

He placed his hands on my waist, pulled me up so I was straddling him. I pressed my groin against his, grabbed his face with both hands. I breathed to his lips, and he let me taste his tongue.

"I want you", I murmured. "I want you."

He stood up and literally dragged me with him. I gladly followed as he took me to my bedroom. There, he stopped and turned to me, and we just stood like that, opposite one another, me in my priest robe, him in casual clothes and a gun, looking. Just looking.

He was panting, and the frown on his face made him look incredibly dangerous. I realised I was panting, too.

"Take your clothed off", I whispered.

He smirked, but did as I said. He unbuckled the belt that held his baton and gun, lay it on the floor. He pulled his black sweater over his head, revealing the strongest upper body I had ever seen.

"Oh, my God", I murmured, then blushed; I had not made a conscious decision to say that out loud.

He laughed hotly.

"You like it?"

"I like you", I said shyly but truthfully.

He unbuckled his belt, let his trousers fall off with his underwear, let me see exactly how much he wanted me.

Then, he walked towards me, started walking in circles around me. I closed my eyes and shivered, extremely aware of how he was scrutinising every inch of me.

Then, he stood before me, grabbed my robe and took it off me, let it fall to the floor. He took off my white collar and threw it into the wall. That was such a demonstration of power against my God, I couldn't help but smirk.

"You don't belong to God now", he said, his pupils so wide they made his eyes dark. "You're mine."

He leaned forwards and kissed me again, twirled his tongue against mine. I placed my hand against his neck, pressed him to me. He, in turn, unbuttoned my shirt, let it fall off, then unbuttoned my trousers and I stepped out of them willingly.

And just like that, we were naked against each other, pressing our groins together, breathing against one another's mouths.

He lifted his hand, caressed my arm from my bicep and down, down to my hand and...

Suddenly, I heard a click, and I realised Tobirama had handcuffed me... He had actually fucking handcuffed me.

"Come with me", he purred into my mouth.

He took me to my bed and fastened the other end of the handcuff to the metal bed frame.

"Tobirama..."

"Do you trust me?"

"Yes", I said. "Yes."

"Lay down."

His voice was such that it left no doubt I was not allowed to disobey. I laid down immediately, on my back, legs splayed for him. Tobirama went and took his gun, offered it to me.

"Suck it", he said, his eyes drilling holes into my soul. "Like you did las time. Suck it when I hold it."

He grabbed my chin and I looked up at him from my position below him, opening my mouth, letting the cold metal chill my lips. He fingered the trigger as if it were my tip.

"Just one tiny movement with my finger", he murmured, his eyes glistening with mischief. I knew it was just play, the gun being secured. "Show me how it makes you feel."