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yourhatred) wrote2021-06-27 06:17 pm
yourhatred) wrote2021-06-27 06:17 pmappointment's post
For closed scenes that don't need their own post.
yourhatred) wrote2021-06-27 06:17 pm
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That isn't to say there aren't still plenty of knots, because there are.
He's never had much in the way of this sort of treatment. He'd never had the time, and it wasn't exactly something offered freely among members of the Akatsuki.
For the most part, he remains still and quiet, but every so often his breath will hitch, his wings giving an oh-so-slight shudder at the pleasurable sensation.]
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He places one hand on Itachi's lower back, and the other hand over the first, and begins making small palm circles going up and down the side of his back - again careful of where the wings connect. Up and down three times - and then he switches to the other side and repeats. And then he begins to knead and stroke because yes... knots everywhere.
It's not just the tension knots in the muscles he's easing, though, he's easing the flow of chakra throughout the body through the coils and tenketsu points he can access, and clearing out any blockages. The principles of aligning the chi through massage in his world and the ones for aligning chakra in Itachi's were similar enough from what he could remember. And stress would effect the flow of both, even subtly.
So he would take care of what he could.]
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But the ninja is very appreciative. That much is obvious.
If he didn't have to keep his wings up and out of Law's way, they would be drooping as he relaxed.]
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And they were in their home, using one of their beds, in private - so the mood of intimacy was very much there as well. And for Law, the desire for Itachi was there - but it was very much tempered by what the ninja wanted and was ready for.
He could be more than satisfied with occasionally sharing something like this.
So, careful... careful... especially considering the next stop.]
Hey, you can relax those. I'll be getting to them in a moment.
[Because.
The back massage also includes a wing massage.]
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For now, he just has to shove it down as best as he can.
He lets his wings droop and they settle with the tips brushing his arms.
Itachi is a very restrained individual, but he's not unaccustomed to arousal. It's likely inevitable in this case.]
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Fingertips glide up either side of Itachi's spine and seek the base of the wings and the muscles connecting them to the back. Begin to very gently knead and stroke.
Careful... keep it light...
Travel up the edge of the wings and back and up. Gentle pressure only. Ghostly in places. Law knows of their sensitivity both through lovemaking and medical practice. He goes outwards briefly, smoothing down black feathers. Then in, fingers dancing across wing joints. Down the edge, back to the base, fingers once again gently working into the muscle connecting them to the back.
... careful...]
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He clenches his teeth automatically to stop any verbal reaction. He can't help it.
This is quite possibly the most pleasurable experience he's had. At least as far as he can remember.]
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Arousing Itachi was really, really not his intention going into this.
But he isn't stopping.
And if the wings receive thorough and prolonged attention? It's because Law's not settling for anything else but the best job done.
In anything.
Finally though, the stokes and touches lighten and float away, becoming ghostly, and then disappear.
A kiss presses to the nape of Itachi's neck.
And then Law sits on the bed beside the ninja, content - though somewhat hot n' bothered himself.]
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When he finally gets up, it's a slow effort. He tugs up the towel beneath him to pat away a bit at some of the remaining oil.
Then, when he's sure he won't tackle the pirate out of a need brought on by his careful ministrations, he sits up beside him and rests his head on Law's shoulder.]
...Thank you.
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[He affectionately leans into him, reveling in the closeness. Brushes Itachi's fingers with his own.
Tells his hormones to settle down already.
And then tugs the ninja a little closer.]
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Just this close proximity was nice.]
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[A pleased, contented sound. Between his tugging and Itachi's wrapping, Law ends up twisting enough so they end up flush together chest to chest. Or bare chest to old threadbare t-shirt. A t-shirt that rides up, allowing the flesh of Itachi's arms to come in contact with the skin underneath.
It's a bit awkward of a position to be in. A little off balance. Itachi could push him down onto the mattress easily if he chose to. But he doesn't mind.
This is nice. Just soaking in Itachi's proximity and warmth.
So he just continues to nuzzle in, breathing in the scent that was Itachi, wings twitching faintly as Law's fingers slightly caress the spot where they lay with idle affection.
... so nice...]
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But he doesn't. That's not what he needs right now, (despite what anyone else might have had to say to the contrary).
He'll be selfish just this once and remain where he is for some time, not moving until he finally decides to shift up and kiss the pirate's jaw line.]
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... and...
Law's eyes drift close, and his lips part silently and slightly in a sigh as Itachi's mouth meets his jawline. His hands travel up, fingers skimming skin as they go, to touch the ninja's hair and thread through the locks.
And then he pulls back slightly to realign his position to the ninja's. And like two magnets being pulled together, his lips seek Itachi's for a proper kiss.
... and something tells him to pull the ninja down, but something else tells him to wait...
... and something else stokes the embers smoldering inside them, wanting them to give rise to flame.]
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When he believes it might go further than that, however, he's hesitant, a coolness meeting Law's stoking tongs.
His own mental excuses come up short, despite this. They're the same ones, the same tune repeating, and he's not sure he can say that's good enough anymore.]
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The hesitation, the coolness... what's wrong? ... no? ... did I... do something? causes him to slowly still. Had they gone crashing past that invisible line? Or was the ninja just indecisive?
The kiss breaks. One of the hands at Itachi's hair, comes to a stop, cupping the side of his face, and Law rests his forehead against the other man's and just breathes.]
Itachi?
[One word - the entire question. Do you want this?
Then Law's other hand drops and makes its way to one of Itachi's own - fingers threading together, and once he's clasped it, he gives a slight squeeze.
However you call this... ... it's okay.]
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As much as Itachi differs from the kin he'd slaughtered in the name of his village, a small piece of that pride remains to keep him from pulling away in childish embarrassment.
He leans forward into another kiss, this time pressing in a way that should tell Law he's willing to move ahead if the pirate wants.]
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... and he figures the ninja knows him more than well enough that if Itachi truly did get uncomfortable, what Law would really want would be him to stop and pull away no matter how deep they were in... well, wherever this was going.
So, as fingers brush fingers, he's going to trust him to do just that if does come to it. And after a moment of hesitation, that kiss is returned with increasing heat.
Desire.
And he wants Itachi in his arms, so it's his turn to wrap them around the other.]
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One hand drifts lower along the pirate's back, but not too far. He's not pressing that on his own just yet.]
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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.]
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His own hands began seeking the pirate's wings as well. That was something he could work with - intimate gestures that still seemed innocent enough.]
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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.]
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He runs his fingers gently along the pinions - so very gently, so he doesn't risk tugging on any - then back to the main wing joints.
It's still so strange, feeling these appendages attached to a human being.]
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Along with the rest of their clothing. And a tackling of one of them to the mattress.
He keeps his wits about him enough to reach for the ninja's wings in turn, while diving in for another fiery kiss. Pleasure was better shared than kept for oneself after all.]
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His hesitation seems to have vanished for the moment.]
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