[Nimble fingers quickly get it undone and placed to the side, and Law marvels at the contrast between Itachi's locks and his own. He was running his fingers through black silk, soft and with a subtle sheen. Law's own hair? Was coarse and damaged from years of exposure to the elements and sea salt. Plain, except for the color.
But it was the mark of a sailor and a pirate, so he didn't mind. And he would enjoy touching something (someone) that was truly beautiful while he had the chance.
When the ninja's fingers hit the base of his wings, however, the sensation leaves Law forgetting how to breathe. Black and gold feathers flair out, seeking Itachi's touch, and the pirate arches slightly into the other man, holding on.
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But it was the mark of a sailor and a pirate, so he didn't mind. And he would enjoy touching something (someone) that was truly beautiful while he had the chance.
When the ninja's fingers hit the base of his wings, however, the sensation leaves Law forgetting how to breathe. Black and gold feathers flair out, seeking Itachi's touch, and the pirate arches slightly into the other man, holding on.
Because.
Damn.]