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konohawarhawk:

flourishingroot:

A quick nod, and he continued on with removing his pants, folding them loosely and setting them atop the rest.  His eyes went back to Danzo, watching him with unabashed interest, but he was not quite certain what he ought to be doing next.

He noticed the stare, and released a huff of amusement. He was old, certainly, but he still had hard muscles under his skin. A shinobi couldn’t afford to go soft, and while no longer in his prime, he was certainly not… displeasing. He made sure the wrapping up his right arm remained securely in place as everything else came off. That, at least, was hideous and he was well aware of it.

“You have no need to keep your opinions or questions to yourself at this time.”

“I read many things before asking you for sex,” he offered, brow creasing faintly. “I had thought to be prepared, but…little of what I read seems helpful, now that I am here.” He blinked, glanced up, held Danzo’s gaze. “I want to touch you.”

konohawarhawk:

flourishingroot:

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The action caught him off guard, given that he couldn’t recall a time the younger man had made contact in this fashion where he wasn’t being attacked. Usually he was… gentle at expressing his affection, but there was nothing in his hold that implied danger, and he gave him a look that was questioning… but far from a protest.

This…was not what he had intended.  He was meant to be reporting in from his latest assignment, not…assaulting Danzo.  A debriefing would still be prudent, as it would help explain the state he was in, but Danzo’s presence had swiftly become overwhelming and he needed—he needed—

And he was moving again without conscious thought, angling in to kiss the other fiercely, still pinning him up against the wall.

He didn’t fight the boy off, though he was certainly confused and instead moved his hands to cautiously rest on his sides as he kissed back. He’d sort out the why of this once the immediate situation was soothed. Hopefully it wasn’t anything severe enough that he should be afraid for the boy’s mental health.

It helped, and yet it didn’t; Danzo’s responsiveness, Danzo’s touch—they were terribly satisfying but nowhere near enough to sate the intensity of what he felt. He wanted more, needed more, his body speaking far more insistently than his mind at the moment.

He managed to break off the kiss a long moment later and buried his face against the side of Danzo’s neck, panting. His hands knotted in Danzo’s robes as he struggled to ease his forceful stance, to regain his equilibrium, to explain, to keep from simply kissing the other senseless again.

abidingterrapin:

flourishingroot:

He’d put pencil to paper as soon as they were given to him, but paused at the idea of choosing something to buy.  "Blueberries,“ he decided, after thinking it over, and then went back to making his ‘list’—which consisted of his name at the top and a series of swirly, scribbly designs underneath.

“Blueberries.” he repeated, his voice rather distant, distracted already by adding a few more things to his own list. “We’ll see. They should be in season now, but…”

He propped his head up with one hand, the other twirling a pencil around between his fingers as he thought.

“In the event they aren’t, is there something else you’d like to eat?”

‘Why do I care about the boy potentially being disappointed?’ he couldn’t help but to ask himself. ‘After all, it’s his parents who would have to deal with the aftermath. ..But he’s not a bad child. I wonder if they realize how fortunate they are to have offspring like him.’

“Blackberries.”  He was drawing something now that looked relatively berry-ish, clearly warming to his train of thought, stems and leaves among the lines surrounding it, crude but discernible.  He paused after another moment, turning again to look up at Torifu.  "We can get treats for Hogo too?“

Once he’d gotten past the worry of having his fingers bitten, feeding the big turtle or even just watching him eat had become one of the things he liked best about visiting Torifu.

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konohawarhawk:

flourishingroot:

The little gust of Danzo’s breath against his skin, against the damp ink, had his hands tightening involuntarily in his lap; it took conscious thought to relax them again.  He breathed deeply, turned his head enough to glance back over his shoulder.  “Will it make your job more difficult if I lie on the floor?“

He considered this, then considered his age and the state of himself. “If you wish to stretch out, go to the bedroom. I’ll be along as soon as I gather the items I have here.” He tilted his head toward them.

Had he been less distracted he might have offered to help; as it was he simply nodded, rose, went as instructed.  He deliberated briefly over removing his pants, as he’d neither asked nor been given any indication to do so; he decided for it, stretching out across Danzo’s bed face down and fully nude.  Perhaps the original plan had only included his back, but Danzo could consider this an invitation to broaden its scope.

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konohawarhawk:

flourishingroot:

He paused in the middle of opening his pants, aware that he was half undressed and Danzo was not. Certainly sex was generally accomplished without clothing, but if he was perhaps being too hasty—

He straightened up, hands still poised to push his trousers down. “No, Danzo-sama. But…what should I be doing, if not undressing?”

“No, by all means continue with that.” He waved his free hand, then moved to set the bottle down so that his hands were free to find the ties and buttons of his own attire. It was easy enough to get in and out of on purpose. “It was merely the bottle that drew my curiosity. It’s not needed yet.”

A quick nod, and he continued on with removing his pants, folding them loosely and setting them atop the rest.  His eyes went back to Danzo, watching him with unabashed interest, but he was not quite certain what he ought to be doing next.

@konohawarhawk

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The action caught him off guard, given that he couldn’t recall a time the younger man had made contact in this fashion where he wasn’t being attacked. Usually he was… gentle at expressing his affection, but there was nothing in his hold that implied danger, and he gave him a look that was questioning… but far from a protest.

This…was not what he had intended.  He was meant to be reporting in from his latest assignment, not…assaulting Danzo.  A debriefing would still be prudent, as it would help explain the state he was in, but Danzo’s presence had swiftly become overwhelming and he needed—he needed—

And he was moving again without conscious thought, angling in to kiss the other fiercely, still pinning him up against the wall.