Sweetly biting

9.

Tobirama:

The few men I'd been in a relationship with had all believed they could fix me.

They had seen my muteness as a task to be conquered, and they believed they would be the one to break me free from it because they were so special to me.

They had been special to me, but I wasn't a project to be fixed. My muteness couldn't be fixed by loving a man, and nobody seemed to understand that. In the end, they always left, either because they really didn't want to live with a mute man and they realised I wouldn't start speaking, or because they thought me not speaking to them was due to me not loving them enough, which wasn't true.

But Izuna seemed to have no such expectations. Neither on me to speak or on himself to make me speak. He just didn't seem interested in that. He just seemed interesting in... Well, me.

We were awake for hours after we had fucked for the first time, just looking at each other and talking. Or rather him talking and me writing. Our legs were intertwined, my long ones engulfing Izuna's, but our upper bodies were a short distance apart so we could see each other's faces.

I was in utter awe of this man. Never before had I been able to communicate so easily with someone, and I had only known this man for days. It felt like we had known each other for several lifetimes before this one. I played with his hair, fingered his cheek while he was talking. And we just kept going until we heard the morning birds, and then I scooped him into my arms where he fell asleep immediately, and I was awake for a little while longer, just looking at him, nibbling his cheek a little causing him to smile in his sleep. 

Izuna had to check out of his room at noon, so we woke up after just a few hours of sleep.

"Hi..." Izuna murmured groggily. His voice was so cute in the morning. His singing voice had ranged from very high to very deep, but his own voice lay somewhere on the higher side. It suited him perfectly.

I smiled at him, put my hand on his cheek where he had the lightest stubble, and he put his hand on my cheek that was now pretty covered in a stubble of its own. But, as opposed to Izuna with his black hair, my stubble made my cheeks lighter.

"You're so beautiful..." he whispered, looking at me in awe.

I felt my face crumble up. Oh no you don't, I conveyed with my body language and took his little face in my hands. Look at this! Look at this gorgeousness!

We went down to breakfast together, easily blocking out all the staring eyes of people recognising us. Izuna was a hearty breakfast eater, but I was not so I sat opposite him with a croissant with orange marmalade and black coffee while he ate a little bit of everything. We had eye contact the entire meal, the sparks flying around us as I smirked and he blushed in response when he was reminded about our play this night.

It was the tastiest breakfast of my life.

And I'm not talking about the croissant.

Izuna:

We walked around the city for a bit, holding hands, me leaning my head on his upper arm from time to time. Finally, Tobirama had to leave for his chauffeur to drive him to catch his flight. We stood opposite each other, and he wrote to me so my phone pinged.