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Tobirama was doing something he shouldn't have been. On the floor, nonetheless, with a man who should very much not be anywhere near the parts of him he's now touching.

He wasn't supposed to do things like this. His goal, his purpose, was to aid in completing Hashirama’s dream. This definitely didn't do that. It might not impede it, but Tobirama couldn't gauge in his mind whether his brother would be more likely to be glad he and Madara were “getting along” for once or snap Madara’s neck for touching him.

As he thought on it, he vaguely registered his body being maneuvered around. He was just letting this happen. Madara had said something about his eyes. How he always liked them, how without them always fighting he could do this. Tobirama was sure his eyes were barely visible like this, squinting up at the other man while his clothes were removed by steady hands.

Madara was talking. He wasn't listening. Did this count as a betrayal, of sorts? Fucking his brother's best friend behind his back? Hashirama surely wouldn't blame him if he did see it that way, the older man likely to fully blame Madara for seducing his little brother. Seduction. What a silly word.

He wouldn't say he was seduced, moreso that he was wanting and Madara was… There. Willing. A male ready and available to sate his needs. So when cornered against a wall and propositioned, who was Tobirama to say no?

The floor was hard beneath his back as Madara undressed himself. He was an attractive man, Tobirama supposed. Large, strong, impressive cock. Appetizing, at the very least. He would definitely do for filling the empty ache gnawing away at the pit of his stomach, his body begging for something inside.

How was this aiding in Hashirama’s peace? It wasn't, plain and simple. Maybe, Tobirama thought in the back of his mind, it would be if he turned off the simple seal over his womb. Made in case he somehow were overpowered and attacked, to ensure no seed spilled could ever grow within him. If he somehow had a child that was an Uchiha, carried in a Senju womb, perhaps that could lead to peace? He'd save that one for later thought.

The thought was shaken from him anyway as a moan ripped from his throat, feeling one large hand push his thigh to his chest. “So you liked that, did you?” Madara asked, looking entirely too pleased with himself. Tobirama’s throat clicked. He wasn't even sure what the other man had done, only vaguely aware of the gloved hands messing around with his intimate areas.

He nodded anyway. So the action was repeated, a thick digit parting the lips of his cunt and swirling around his entrance before moving up to his clit, the swirling motion punching the breath out of him. “Ah.” Tobirama let out another soft noise, feeling his face going red. Evidently, Madara had much more experience in these matters than he did.

It was probably for the better that he let the Uchiha take the reins. Madara continued teasing at him for a while, making him entirely too wet for comfort. How embarrassing, Tobirama griped to himself. He shouldn't be leaking like this over what's not even proper fingering.

Madara seemed to enjoy it though, finally sliding a finger inside. The raven-haired man grunted when that didn't earn him a moan, flicking Tobirama’s clit harshly. That did. A flash of teeth.

Suddenly there were lips on his, and Tobirama blinked. He let it happen. If he could use his cunt, might as well let him touch wherever he wanted. And he did. After the kiss- messy, sloppy, far too much tongue and wetness for Tobirama’s tastes- Madara started kissing down his neck, adding a second finger.

Tobirama felt his body growing hot. It was building inside of him. “Madara.” He groaned, his hips bucking just once of their own accord. “I…” He trailed off, unsure how to say he was close already. Those thick digits curled inside of him, making him whimper so very pathetically.

Madara just smirked. Tobirama still wished to spear this man through sometimes. “Go on,” He cooed, more mocking than encouraging. “Cum.” Tobirama whined at the command.

One. Two. Three. Four. That was how many more thrusts of Madara’s fingers it took before his eyes squeezed shut, his lips quivering as he clamped down on those digits, gushing his release over them. Madara chuckled as he did, the bastard. “Good boy.”

Still mocking. Tobirama moaned at it anyway. He found his body a bit more malleable after an orgasm, and Madara evidently did too, pushing him up slightly so he was more exposed, making him arch his back.

His other thigh was pushed to his chest. “Keep your legs still.” Well okay then, Tobirama supposed he'd be keeping his legs still. Madara eyed him over, and Tobirama wondered for a moment if he might use the sharingan to capture the memory of him, laid out and weak beneath him. He didn't.

Madara lined himself up easily, grinning as Tobirama’s folds parted for him. How nice. He was absolutely soaked, that orgasm leaving him slick to the thighs. The white haired man seemed to be in another world, his ruby eyes wet and blown, cheeks flushed. He obeys so sweetly like this. Madara wondered vaguely if he should've offered this a long time ago.

The pace is rough, demanding, all that he needs. Madara fucks like he does everything else, it seems. Tobirama moans loudly, each noise being forced out of him. The clap of their bodies together doesn't help. It's all loud, so loud, and wet, so wet. Though most of the wetness is from him, he supposed, besides the sweat on Madara's brow as he growls above him.

He could feel another orgasm impending. He quivered around Madara's shaft, feeling the way it hammered into him over and over, making his head spin, feeling dizzy. “I'm-” Tobirama choked out, wishing he could let go of his legs and reach out and hold onto the other man.

Madara seemed to know exactly what he meant, grabbing one of his legs and pulling it around his hip instead, the new angle making the other man moan deep in his throat. Tobirama clutched at his back, thinking vaguely of the chance he might leave little scratches on Madara's back. There would certainly be bruises on his thighs from the rough grip he was facing.

A wail ripped from him as a second climax came over him. It was rough, hot and wet, his walls clamping onto that pistoning cock, feeling Madara’s balls slamming against his ass with every thrust as they grew faster. Once he came, Madara tumbled after, leaning down and biting him harshly on the chest, right around the pink nub of his nipple. Blood drawn from his breast.

That made Tobirama see white. It was possible a third orgasm may have crashed over him, but he wasn't sure. He just knew that Madara pulled out shortly after, blood in his teeth and with a very arrogant grin. Tobirama didn't dignify him with any talk as he dressed himself, tracing the bite mark with his fingers.

“That was nice, wasn't it?” Madara asked, already fully dressed, smiling like the cat who got the cream and eyeing Tobirama greedily. “It won't happen again.” Tobirama replied firmly. Some small part of him wasn't certain he was being honest.