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Well, here it is. I must say, I'm quite pleased with the way this turned out. XD
DeiTobi, rated R (it's almost NC-17 but not quite).
Summary: Sex. Period.
When Tobi comes, his impossibly large eyes widen. They will snap shut eventually, once his body starts to convulse, but for a long, long moment, they stare into nothing, as if the impending pleasure is so overwhelming it steals away the awareness before it all rushes back and there is a glimmer of unmistakable recognition. Tobi knows who is making him feel this way. His lips form a name, a name that he will repeat often during the course of release. His eyes close then and his back arches off the bed. He alternates between gasping and moaning and screaming-he’s never quiet, and he’s too naïve to be embarrassed about that.
Sometimes, he fists his hands in the sheets and keeps them there. Other times, he runs them over Deidara’s shoulders or tangles them up in Deidara’s hair. And when he’s really into it, he’ll clamp one hand around the nape of Deidara’s neck and make it so that their faces are mere centimeters apart and open his eyes so they’re looking at each other. He likes that because it brings more intimacy to what they’re already doing.
And then he’ll say the name again, always whispered at the end, and he’ll sink down and fall asleep tucked in the circle of Deidara’s arm.
When Deidara comes, his jaw clenches and he breathes short, sharp breaths, dying the little death. He usually bleeds because he bites his lip or the inside of his cheek, but occasionally he’ll grind his teeth instead. Anything to keep from losing control completely.
But a lot of that control hinges on the frequency in which Tobi says his name.
“Deidara…oh…Deidara…I can’t…please…”
On missions, he’s the superior. He’s the experienced half of the team, the seasoned veteran, and Tobi doesn’t let him forget his status. It’s “Deidara-senpai” this and “Deidara-senpai” that and “I think we’re getting along much better, Deidara-senpai!”
“Please, Deidara …”
Hearing his name, and only his name, is so painfully erotic he can barely stand it, and all of his effort to remain detached evaporates.
Because Deidara himself is like a bomb waiting to detonate, and Tobi is his catalyst. Tobi triggers the explosion.
And when Deidara reaches that point, his fingers dig into Tobi’s skin with bruising force and he growls low in his throat, striving violently for completion.
Sometimes, compelled by an emotion he dares not name, he kisses Tobi hard before he finishes, and he won’t break the kiss until Tobi follows, forcing Tobi to moan against his mouth.
Depending on how exhausted he is afterward, Deidara will either collapse and lie with his head pillowed on Tobi’s heaving chest for a while, or he’ll roll off entirely and gaze at the ceiling, subconsciously waiting for Tobi to worm his way beneath his arm.
He tells himself he’ll be okay as long as the waiting stayed in his subconscious, but then again…
He wouldn’t know about the waiting if it had.
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Dude, LJ...don't fix what isn't broken. Your new layout is teh lame.
Anyhow, I hope everyone enjoyed. :3