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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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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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His hands come off Itachi's wings and he helps him get the offending piece of clothing off and out of the way. They find their way back to those wings soon enough.]
Thanks.
[It's lowly said but Law's voice is thickened and roughened by the increasing intensity of want.
And that want, seeing Itachi isn't hesitating anymore, dictates that now is probably a good time to take this mattress-bound. They are both... probably ready for it.
Too much more foreplay would likely turn torturous and yes... it is time to up the ante in this. But Itachi would have the final say in it.
He would let Law know when he felt ready too.]
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He considered pressing things the other way, but he simply isn't prepared to be that aggressive.
As... interesting as that sounds when he thinks of it that way.]
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... and they slowly go down, against each other, and there's the sudden sensation of dizziness because all his blood has been diverted south. Not that it matters much, because his mind is fixated on one thing.
He is thankful for the New Feather pants he's wearing - he had no idea how far along things downstairs had progressed, not until he came into full body contact with Itachi. And it strikes him as he realizes - this is technically their first time, discounting that experiment. Itachi's first brush with this.
Slowly Law starts to move against him, bracing himself with one arm, while the other snakes between them. He traces Itachi's collarbone, and then lets his fingers run down, gliding over pectorals and nipples, farther southwards across abs, until come to rest at the hollow of a hip, and dangerously near the waistband of the ninja's pants.
He will tackle those soon. Now? Now seems like a good time for another kiss.]
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There's no hesitation left here. The memories of the event where they were together are faint but still there.
And he wants this. He wants to experience it for real, with no tricks that he knows of.]
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Fingers hook under that waistband, and Law outright groans into his lover's mouth and presses back. And then in a few swift but careful motions when Itachi is sinking back to the mattress, Law works to free him of the rest of his clothes. And when that's accomplished? It's time for his own remaining garments to go.
Then it's just perfect. Nothing between them, nothing masking them, and they can be together as they are. And when he moves again against Itachi, increasing the intensity and the pace, finally reaching for the part of the ninja he's been neglecting up till now...
... just perfect.]