The entire wall rattled as Tobirama closed the apartment door with Madara’s body. Their lips connected without missing a beat, wandering hands unfastening belts and loosening buttons. It wasn’t long before Madara had opened Tobirama’s shirt and pressed his palms flat against toned abs. Tobirama had a knee between his legs, eliciting a quiet gasp as Madara tilted his head to allow the albino’s lips to travel down his neck.
“You’d better not leave a mark,” he rasped. “I have work in the morning.”
In spite of his words, Tobirama snapped his lips back to the space just beneath his jaw, sucking a bruise in plain view that even his turtle necks with the highest collars stood no chance of hiding.
“Tobirama.”
“Who cares?” the lawyer whispered in his ear. “Let them know. Let them all know you’ve been claimed.”
Madara shuddered, dropping his head against the door as his face flushed red. He would have to deal with the ramifications of showing up to the precinct with a hickey in the morning. Right now, Tobirama’s logic seemed incredibly enticing. He lifted his hands to push the shirt away from Tobirama’s chest, causing his ridiculous suspenders to snap off his shoulders in the process. He couldn’t help but run his fingertips across every inch of pale skin, idly tracing one of the scars that led to his cheek. When his eyes followed, he was met with an intense scarlet glazed with lustful hunger. And one too many shots from the bar they’d left only moments ago.
“This is a horrible idea,” he bemoaned.
“Yes, it is,” Tobirama agreed just before sealing their lips together once more.
Madara sighed into the kiss, snaking his arms around Tobirama’s neck. As if on cue, his legs were lifted to wrap around a strong waist, a pair of palms none too subtly fondling his ass.
“Bedroom?” the albino whispered between stolen breaths.
“Down the hall,” Madara mumbled. “Last door on the right.”
Tobirama wasted no time in peeling him away from the door and carrying him in that direction. Their lips never once parted, a hand grabbing a fistful of snow white hair while another squeezed a clothed cheek. It was a miracle they made it into the room without stumbling, though the way Tobirama tossed him onto the bed left his head spinning. Madara was given no time to regain himself, however. Tobirama was on top of him in a matter of seconds, palming at the growing erection between his legs. Madara moaned into the other’s mouth, bucking up into the friction. It was a battle between getting their hands all over each other and removing their clothes, one of which there was no clear victor as the Uchiha suddenly found himself in only his underwear while Tobirama had only managed to shed his shirt.
The loose belt buckle that grinded against him as Tobirama’s lips and tongue and teeth laid siege to his sepia skin left Madara writhing on the bed. His toes curled in anticipation when the man’s head wandered low enough that his warm, drunken breath ghosted over the tent in his boxer briefs. He watched with unsteady eyes as Tobirama seemed to consider himself for a moment before his lips closed over the beginning of a stain near the tip of his cock. Madara moaned, head hitting the pillows as he wound his fingers through that too-soft hair again. Tobirama laved his tongue over his clothed length, leaving a hot, damp steak that quickly cooled against his flushed skin. He arched his back when those too-talented lips closed over the head, sucking at the pre-cum seeping through the fabric.
“Take these godforsaken things off of me and put my cock in your mouth, for fuck’s sake, ” Madara ordered all in one breath, tugging harshly at Tobirama’s hair to cease his infuriatingly pleasurable teasing. Tobirama did little more than shoot him a look before complying, sliding his underwear down his legs and throwing the garment over his shoulder. Madara keened when a wet tongue finally touched him, leaving a blazing trail along his shaft before Tobirama took the head of his cock in his lips.
It didn’t take long for the head to reach the back of Tobirama’s throat. Madara couldn’t be bothered to muffle his moans as that slick heat swallowed him from base to tip, cheeks hollowing as he lifted his head, only to sink back down and flex his throat. Madara tightened his grip on Tobirama’s hair, but in no way did he attempt to end this bliss prematurely. He was quite surprised when Tobirama didn’t stop him from bucking his hips, gaining a steady rhythm as he fucked the albino’s mouth. He lifted his head again to take in the sight and he was certainly not disappointed. Sucking dick was a good look on Tobirama, one he prayed he would remember come dawn. When those rosy hues flicked up to meet his gaze, he could have come on the spot were he a lesser man.
Luckily he possessed significant stamina even while intoxicated, and he was quite thoroughly intoxicated. If the deep flush of Tobirama’s cheeks were any indicator, he had had just as many drinks tonight as Madara, if not more, and that was quite the feat. As much as he was sure to regret this in the morning, Madara had to commend the bastard on his constitution.
He had no way of knowing how much time had passed, but before he knew it, he was twitching in Tobirama’s mouth, balls tightening preemptively as he felt the edge draw near. He yanked Tobirama off of him, silencing any question of protest with his lips as he surged forward to meet Tobirama’s. He crawled back between Madara’s legs, fitting his hips snuggly against the detective’s as he guided the other to lie back down.
“Where’s the lube?” he asked against Madara’s lips, far too unwilling to part from them.
“Top drawer,” came the immediate answer.
“Use it often?” Tobirama asked with a chuckle as he leaned over to fetch the bottle.
“In fact, I do,” Madara admitted freely. When Tobirama cast him a questioning glance, he simply shrugged and looked away. “This may come as a shock to you, but even I get horny sometimes. The task force doesn’t exactly lend itself to a wide dating pool, so…”
“You use toys?” Tobirama inquired as he squirted a generous amount of lube onto his fingers. Madara spread his thighs without complaint, refusing to meet the albino’s eye until he saw the flash of a smile. Glancing up, he saw genuine interest and curiosity in that gaze, along with an expected glint of desire. “Show me next time.”
Next time? Will there even be a next time?
Madara didn’t entertain the thought for long. Wet, chilled fingers prodding at his ass served as the perfect distraction, his eyes fluttering closed as he felt the first finger slip inside. He bit his lip when Tobirama curled the finger, clearly searching for that heavenly bundle of nerves within him. To his sincere surprise, Tobirama found it nearly immediately, Madara’s back arching off the bed as pleasure shot up his spine. Tobirama grinned and focused his attentions there, eventually adding a second and third finger as he mercilessly rubbed against Madara’s prostate. He was leaking pre-cum all over his stomach by the time Tobirama decided he was suitably stretched. The Uchiha looked down to watch his temporary lover take off his belt and unfasten his pants. Evidently he didn’t have the patience to take them off completely, a sentiment Madara shared, considering he fished out his hard cock and lubed it up without pause.
Lining up with Madara’s entrance, he pressed the tip inside, causing the raven’s head to fall back once more. He panted as Tobirama pushed in inch by inch, maintaining an infuriatingly slow pace even though Madara showed no signs of discomfort. In fact, Tobirama was the perfect fit, his cock sliding inside of him without a hint of resistance. He was big enough to stretch his ass just under the edge of painful, sending a jolt of pleasure up his own arousal. He glanced up when Tobirama hooked his legs over his arms, leaning forward as he bottomed out. They locked eyes as Tobirama slowly, oh so slowly, pulled out until only the head as left inside. He slammed forward again without warning, drawing a cry from Madara’s lips as he threw back his head.
From that point onward Tobirama set a punishing pace, thrusting into Madara with impossible precision. He hammered against the man’s prostate with every thrust, leaving Madara to claw at the bed sheets beneath him as a litany of prayers and profanity escaped him. He lost all track of coherency when Tobirama wrapped a hand around his neglected cock, pumping him in time with his thrusts that only seemed to increase in speed.
Before long Madara had one hand clamped around Tobirama’s bicep while the other clawed a bloody mess into his shoulder, legs wrapped around his waist once more as Tobirama pounded into him relentlessly. His end was fast approaching, cock dribbling onto the albino’s hand. He twitched every time the head of Tobirama’s cock brushed against his prostate, eyes screwed shut as the pleasure rose. The dam broke all at once, hips bucking into the other’s thrusts as he came with a cry of Tobirama’s name. Ribbons of semen shot across his chest and stomach, coating Tobirama’s fingers with each spurt.
Tobirama didn’t miss a beat, his thrusts never slowing even as Madara’s high began to dim. The raven whimpered at the continued abuse to his ass, clutching weakly at Tobirama’s tense shoulder. He was barely conscious enough to return the kiss planted on his lips, breath hitching as his bottom lip was captured between a set of teeth. All the while Tobirama continued stroking him, making him twitch with overstimulation even as he felt himself getting hard again.
In a blur of motion, Madara was on his hands and knees, eyes wide open as a hand forced his head into the pillows. Tobirama thrusted back into him, hands gripping narrow hips as he picked up where he left off without missing a beat. His thumb swiped over Madara’s wet tip, making him shudder and cry out as he felt another orgasm building inside him. The ache in his muscles only heightened his arousal, making it difficult merely to keep his eyes open as Tobirama fucked him into the mattress. His balls began to tighten again just as the rhythm of Tobirama’s thrusts began to break, hips slapping against his ass sporadically. He reached his second climax in record time, voice cracking on a wordless cry as he spilled onto the bed sheets once more.
Seconds later Tobirama buried himself as deep inside Madara as possible, stilling as his cock twitched within him before shooting his seed into Madara’s clenched walls. The length pulsed and throbbed with every spurt, filling him with hot, heavy ropes of cum. Madara gave a low, drawn-out moan as he felt that liquid heat settle inside him, coating his insides with every pulse until finally, finally, it stopped. Madara was left dumbfounded at the sheer amount of cum he could feel swishing around inside him. What did this bastard put in his food?
For a long moment, the both of them were still, breathing heavily as they valiantly fought the onset of exhaustion. Eventually Tobirama pulled out, drawing groans from each of them before he collapsed on the bed beside Madara. He stared blindly up at the ceiling, the sheen of sweat clinging to his bare chest. Madara’s hair was wild and matted to the pillows, eyes half-lidded as he gazed upon the last man he’d ever expected to share a bed with.
There’s always a first time for everything, he mused. And, of course, according to Tobirama, it seemed as though there might be a second time, as well. Perhaps even a third. Hell, if Madara dared to let himself imagine it, there was a strong possibility that this could become a regular routine of theirs. He certainly wouldn’t mind it, anyway. Tobirama may have been a bastard lawyer, but that dick of his just might be his saving grace.