Tobirama:

I knew Izuna wouldn't mind, really.

We hadn't been exclusive, and I knew he saw himself and me as free at that point as we'd talked about it.

I was surprised it happened.

He was surprised it happened.

It was amazing.

It was fucking amazing.

After meeting them in the cafe, I went to the park and walked for a while, as I was flustered at seeing Izuna with someone else.

And he apparently had the same thought.

As I turned round the path, I came to stand face-to-face with with him.

We stood there fo a good minute, just looking at each other.

I had my hands in my pockets, my long hair blowing around me in the wind.

He looked extremely classy in a shabby kind of way, his blonde hair tickling his nose.

It made me wanna put it behind his ear, somehow; brush my fingers over his burn along the way.

I walked to him so I towered over him.

If only you knew how easy I could overpower you...

We started talking, tentatively, hesitantly.

It turned out to be a one hour easy conversation where we just walked, taking in the beautiful scenery around us.

Before I knew it, we were walking through the city, no longer surrounded by the greenery.

I live here.

He'd said it so casually.

Wanna come up?

Izuna:

The dinner was amazing.

The restaurant itself made it obvious why it had gotten both of its Michelin stars. The atmosphere was a mixture of cozy and funky, with dark blue walls and several real trees indoors so thoroughly wrapped with thin fairylights, it looked like a dream.

"Wow, Tobes..." I whispered as one in the staff took my coat for me.

When we were looking at the menus, I noticed Tobirama was looking at me.

"You should be looking at your menu, love", I told him.

"I can't take my eyes off you", he said, not even smiling.

It was amazing. It was a five course dinner that was entirely plant based. It was a rollercoaster of flavors; of salt and acid and heat, of light appetisers and more hearty mains, of sweet and savory, of alcohol and vodka and him, him, him, him. The entire meal was split in two by the tension between us, by the knowledge of what was about to follow.

"I'm so fucking horny for you", he purred at one point, taking a bite of a mushroom stuffed with gravy that was served over mashed potato and cranberries, chugging it down with an expensive red wine as if it were water.

I put my heel to his groin underneath the table, that was luckily covered in a white cloth, because God knows I wouldn't have cared if it wasn't, causing him to choke on his wine.

"I can feel it through my fucking stiletto", I said, biting my lips as he coughed.

The dessert was aquafaba meringue served over the most delicious homemade vanilla coconut ice cream and sweet strawberry sauce, and we fed it to each other, not caring about the curious glances cast our way, most certainly an effect of Tobirama's size and colouring combined with the fact that I could be a he or a she or a they.

When the dessert was eaten, Tobirama was basically trembling with anticipation. I knew what he was thinking about, and after he'd taken the final spoon of meringue and strawberry sauce I fed him, I took the spoon into my mouth, licking and sucking it sensually, all the while looking at him. His mouth twitched, and I could see him move his hands up and down his thighs, he was so impatient.

"I wanna leave-" he begun.

"Excuse me!" I called one of the staff. "Could I have another glass of that last wine, please?"

I smirked at Tobirama, and he blew air out of his nose, frustrated.

"You know exactly what you're doing to me", he murmured.

"I know exactly what I'm doing to you", I said calmly.

I sipped the wine agonisingly slowly, twirled it around its glass, licked the edge of it, let the liquid warm up my frontal lobes.

I was starting to tremble, too, and I felt my erection was actually leaking underneath my dress, which was a problem as I wasn't wearing any underwear. I chugged down the last of the wine.

"Let's go."

We paid, and Tobirama took my hand and literally ran to the car.

"Hahh... Hahh... Hahh..."

Tobirama leaned his head back on the headrest, mouth open, sweat pouring down his face. I saw him struggle to not pinch his eyes together.

"Eyes on the road", I purred, mouth full.

I was down on my knees on the floor of the passenger side, leaning over. His trousers were down to his feet, as was his underwear. I had pulled my dress up and was slowly beating myself as I sucked him, enjoying the taste of salt and skin and a sweet tang. He was pouring pre-cum into my mouth, and I drank him up.

"Five years..." he murmured. "Five fucking years..."

I felt it, too.

I was so hungry for him.

So. Hungry.

Suddenly, his hand was underneath my chin, forcing me to look up at him. "Look at you, on your knees for me. Can't wait to fuck you." I squealed, tried to hide my face, but his grab hardened, forced me to look at him.

"Tobirama, release me, I need to suck you!" I complained.

It was so fucking hot, him driving on the motorway, me bobbing my head, him grunting and moaning, me squealing as I touched myself, creating a wet pool on the floor of his expensive Mercedes.

When he parked outside my apartment, he took hold of my waist and lifted me up into his embrace. One hand underneath my back and the other underneath my knees, he carried me up to my apartment.