[This elicts another pleased sigh from the pirate (and a thought: if this continues, his shirt has got to go), and he continues to hold the ninja for a few more moments, reveling in simply that.
Then his hands begin to wander up, gliding over skin, ghostly touches along the side of the spine. Brushing past the wings - bare contact there, but contact - a gentle caress.
He wants to run his fingers through Itachi's hair again, and intends to rid him of the hair tie that keeps it bound.]
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Then his hands begin to wander up, gliding over skin, ghostly touches along the side of the spine. Brushing past the wings - bare contact there, but contact - a gentle caress.
He wants to run his fingers through Itachi's hair again, and intends to rid him of the hair tie that keeps it bound.]