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Then hopefully we won't find ourselves with company that doesn't approve.

[Itachi is at least going to make him wait until they get to the men's changing room. If only to tease him a little more.]

[OHO~ SO THERE'S TURNAROUND.

... he likes that. And he'll just amp up that teasing then a little, partner, because it's good fun.]

... they'll just have to soldier on if they don't. We did get here first after all.

[In the change rooms at last. Here's a nice woven basket to place his clothes in and a shelf to lean his sword against. He wonders if he should take a weapon into the actual bathing area; it'd be just sensible back home.

... he'll follow Itachi's lead on that.

There. That's one item of clothing off. Now what shall he strip off next?

Maybe he should make it a game.]

[For his part, Itachi doesn't say anything as he goes about undressing. He's wearing two layers, and he makes sure to slip each piece off one at a time rather than both at once.

Once his chest is bare, he takes his time letting his wings stretch out now that they're free of any confinement - not that he'd had them beneath his clothing to begin with.]

[Mmmmhmmm... that's a nice view you're uncovering there. Excuse him as he enjoys your teasing, Itachi.

And presses on with his own.

For his own part, Law has boots and socks to get off and put away before he even attempts his jeans. He hums silently to himself as he takes his own sweet time about it. There's no hurry.

Then he slowly allows himself to straighten, fingers sliding past the belt, up as the movement turns into a stretch (and his wings were covered and they're a bit stiff, so they spread too), then back down to hook slightly in the waist of his jeans.

Now the fun part. And he knows if Itachi acts like he's indifferent to the show and not paying attention, that's not the case whatsoever.

A ninja is always aware of his surroundings after all.]

[Always aware.

Though getting a good view of this would be better if - there we go. Itachi's Sharingan activates, the one red eye just visible with the slight turn of his head.

He slips off sandals, but nothing else for the moment as he watches as best as he can. It's nothing he hasn't seen before, but it's a little different in a place like this than in the bedroom.]

[It's a different place, a public space, and though they're alone and they'd detect anyone approaching long before they managed to stumble onto them, there's still that tiny thrill that comes with the remote possibility of getting caught with their pants down. Literally.

Law keeps eye contact with Itachi as he slowly undoes his belt, removing the tanto strapped to the back of it and dropping it on the growing pile of folded clothes in the basket. Then the belt drops down beside it.

No hurry. There's no anticipation that builds if he does, and both of them wouldn't enjoy this as much.

He toys briefly with the button of his jeans before undoing it. Draws down the zipper of his fly...]

[Itachi's gaze doesn't waver. And although it may look to an outside as if he's showing the same amount of emotion he would while watching paint dry, there's an extra spark in his eye that Law would easily be able to recognize.

Go on, pirate. You have an audience.]

[Mmmm...

So he does.

Dusky skin reveals itself inch by inch as fingers slide down thighs to push clinging denim. Until the pants are past his knees and fall to the floor by themselves. Nothing but the boxers now.

Law steps free of them, and then slides into a crouch to pick up his jeans, never once breaking eye contact. He straightens languidly, folds then and then drops them into the basket.

Then his hands hover of the waistband of his underwear and he draws the moment out until his fingers hook there. There's a silent question in eyes that are also sparking.

Shall he continue, or should he wait until Itachi gets off his own pants to press on?]

[Itachi mutters a low "hm", a finger on his own waistband, before speaking up.]

These eyes of mine... They might make this task a bit difficult.

I might require a helping hand.

[It's a terrible excuse, but he doesn't honestly care.]

That sash does look a bit tricky. [Oooh, increasing the ante are we? Law pretends to be giving the problem deep, deep thought, studying the sash and the pants intently while stepping forward.] But I'll take care of it one way or another. It just requires the right... touch.

[At the word 'touch', his fingers lightly graze the skin right above the article of clothing in question, before getting starting on undoing it. The pirate smiles. He's close enough that his body is nearly brushing Itachi's... but not quite.

After all, the ninja might get it in his head to want to tackle the last remaining bit of Law's clothing by himself.]

[Itachi stays still, letting Law do what he will.

As the sash starts to come loose, however, he leans in just enough to brush his lips against the pirate's jawline, slipping a hand into the other's waistband.

The actual bath can wait for a little while.]

[Law lets the sash fall, gasping under the ninja's lips as he feels his hand on him. He continues working getting the rest off, voice taking a huskier turn.]

Speaking of the right touch...

[He loves it when Itachi takes the lead. Just like this. Loves that the ninja is willing to chase, and not just be chased.

The bath can wait. They have other needs that need tending now. Needs that haven't been tended since they were possessed.

The ninja's pants and underwear hit the floor. Itachi can step free and kick them aside. One of the pirate's hands settles on his ass to pull him closer, head bending to the ninja's neck to lay lips on the pulse point there.

... it can wait until their hungers are sated.]

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[With his pants thus removed, the ninja scoots the offending items aside with one foot. Out of the way. He'll need them later, after all.

Law pulling Itachi closer gives him all the excuse he needs to press into the other man even as he pulls him free of that last remaining article of clothing. It's been in the way long enough.

Needs like these were ones he'd generally ignored until he'd come to Luceti. He was a ninja. An Uchiha. He had far bigger things on his plate than fulfilling sexual urges.

But this... it's nice to be able to indulge. He can admit that to himself.]

[The boxers are kicked away to the basket as Law trails kisses and light nips up his partner's neck, to his jaw, until he is properly kissing his lips in full. Arousal flames in him higher and higher, and everything begins to fall away except for the man he's holding.

Yes, this is what he needs. The feel of Hyt scoured off him and replaced by the ninja's touch.

He closes his eyes and his breath hitches once more as Itachi presses into him, and he only holds on tighter, hips beginning to roll as he presses back. A hand wanders up to the wings to gently stroke and tease.

He wants to be taken. To have inside the only one he wants inside.]

[And his partner will be glad to oblige.

Law is slightly taller than him, and things would be easier if there was something to shove him up against. (For balance, obviously.) The counter in the middle of the room will have to do for now.

He moves forward, insistent that Law move with him, so that he can press him into that.]

[Mmm... yes, that'll work nicely. He doesn't need to look to know that's where he's being guided.

He doesn't resist, instead fills each step with kisses and touch meant to further inflame, relieving Itachi of his hair tie half way there. Finally wood presses into his back, and he fixes a smoldering look upon his partner, dragging a thumb around one of the ninja's nipples before gently rubbing the pad of it over the swollen nub. His other arm is curled around the ninja.

They don't need words here. They stopped needing them long ago. What's between them simply is and where this will go, it will go.]

[At the touch, Itachi shudders ever so slightly. In retaliation, he sinks his teeth into the skin at Law's collarbone. Gently, as he doesn't want to break skin. He then runs his tongue over the marks he's left afterward.

He follows this by mimicking the pirate's earlier affections, running kisses up the man's neck. The thing about the Sharingan is that it allows for very easy copying of another's skills.

There's a pause as he reaches his jawline, and he breathes harshly just beneath Law's ear. His fingers dig into the flesh of the other's back.]

[Law arches up into the other man at the bite, a sound low in his throat contained. They're both damp with sweat from their activities now, skin flushed and hot.

He bares his throat as Itachi runs his lips up his neck, a sign of trust as Law hates anyone else paying too much attention to it. The pirate feels the ninja's kisses pass over the faint, practically invisible scars from the collar there, and shudders from the sensation. Every nerve alight with pleasure.

Law reaches for them both then, as Itachi's breathing echoes harshly in his ear and his own in his chest, to take them in hand and drive them further towards the edge, to that point where they're ready for the next step. It's not that far off now - he can feel it in the way his partner's fingers dig into his body - they're already aching for joining.

Just a little more...]

[Another nip, this time to Law's earlobe, and the ninja reaches to cover the pirate's hand with his own. The other, as he's fond of doing, grips the hair at the base of the other's neck.

Hopefully the top of the counter isn't digging into Law's back, if the man even notices.

He moves to his partner's direction, but he has all intention of taking charge again soon. This is why keeping one hand behind the man is so important. (Aside from the general enjoyment he gets from this position.) Of course the look in his eye, should Law catch it in the middle of everything else, might give him away first.]

[He doesn't mind a little pain, really. It provides a contrast with the pleasure, making it sharper. When he feels it (which he doesn't in the case of the counter). There are one or two unexpected... benefits that come with a rough lifestyle.

His free hand threads through the silk of Itachi's hair - funny, how they're mutually fascinated with each other's locks - and he sharply gasps as the nip tugs his earrings. His arousal spikes and he's nearly undone. He starts to turn his head to claim the ninja's lips again...

Then he sees that look.

Law smiles knowingly at his partner as he continues to set the pace that drives them forward. He can guess at what's running through his mind. Turnaround, is it? Excellent. He looks forward to seeing how he goes about it.]

["Turnaround" is right. This is the first item on Itachi's agenda.

His hands, just a little reluctantly, leave their former positions and grasp eah of the pirate's shoulders, insisting that he roll to the side, all the way over so that his back is facing the ninja. Then he's at once close again, one hand reaching for what he'd had pressed against him moments before. He isn't abandoning that now, either.

He just needs to be somewhere else at the moment.

This is something he needs - on a personal level. He licks two fingers in preparation before moving to slip them in. That, at least, is a step up from going in dry.]

[Law complies, bracing himself with both hands against the counter as soon as he's fully turned around, and focuses himself on relaxing for this next part. It's not long before he feels the warmth of his partner against him again, and he shivers in anticipation as Itachi's hand settles on him, doing nothing yet.

Honestly, he should have anticipated things going this way (they had Itachi's last birthday and his last birthday) and brought lube along. But he's not concerned. As long as there's something to slick things up, things will be fine.

It doesn't stop this step from being the strangest feeling - pleasant, and getting much better, as Itachi's fingers slip in and begin to stretch him in preparation - just a little strange. His grip on the wood tightens, breathing getting heavier, though he remains relatively quiet. Neither of them are really vocal people after all, even during something as intense as intercourse.]

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[When Itachi enters, it's with barely any further warning. His free hand goes to Law's hip, assisting with the slow rocking motions that follow.

The hand already clenched around Law's shaft slides in the opposite direction, the curve of the ninja's fingers affording the most attention to the underside, grip just tight enough to be comfortable without being painful.

Rough though he'd been at times, this seems to require more care.]

[The wood slightly splinters under Law's fingertips during the slow slide in and his breathing goes ragged. It takes a moment to adjust to the feeling of fullness and stretch, there's a dull ache at the base of his spine that will transform into a host of sharp edged pleasures as soon as they get going. He looks over his shoulder to let his partner know it's okay to start.

And start they do.

It's a languid pace they move at, one meant to make things last. Law's hips rise to meet Itachi's thrusts and in counterpoint, Itachi's hand jacks him and it is bliss. He lets go of the counter with one hand so it can join Itachi's, throwing back his head to quietly groan at the sensation.

Revel in the surrender. In being cared for and loved, and being in the arms of someone who would not hurt him. In being able to let down his guard and simply let go.

At simply feeling Itachi... and having the memory of Hyt and all the other violations blasted away.

But even though it's a rhythm meant to make things last, all things approach their end eventually. The angle changes, striking that one sweet spot. Law arches, stifling a cry.

Close, now. Very close.]

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[Before that happens, and just before, Itachi leans as close as he can to Law's ear given their position. There's something he has to say, whisper, even though it's something he's said many times before. He's already said it today, even. The words are said quietly enough that, even if they had themselves a voyeur of some sort, only Law would be able to hear them.]

...Thank you.

[Not an utterance of his affection, at least not directly, but he needs to say it. He needs to repeat it on a regular basis. A couple years back he would have never let this happen. He isn't deserving of this.

But he's grateful for it anyway.

The motions continue, and he's not holding out any longer.]

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