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An AU of maf because I'm thirsty as fuck

[ Obito had meant it when he had told Noiz that he didn't believe in abandoning his friends. But for the kid's own good, he's avoided him for the most part over the course of the past week, hoping to divert the attention of the other version of himself so that he'd eventually lose interest. Not that he knew just how interested he was. After all, wasn't he just trying to find leverage to use against them all?

What his impression boils down to is that they're still the same person, with the same capabilities and powers. Sasuke made the point that the other one was stronger, motivated by a singular focus that he wouldn't have any chance to match.

If he were younger, he would have insisted that he was just as strong, but through his experiences, all those times he watched his comrades get killed before his very sight, he understands that it's better to be careful and calculated. He isn't naive anymore. A ninja can't rush headfirst into something with no knowledge of the other person. All he can be sure of is that he won't be caught off-guard, and he's going to take the appropriate measures to ensure everyone else around him is safe.

He hasn't abandoned Noiz. They don't know each other too well, but he has an obligation to protect him. He unwittingly dragged him into this mess just because he was an impulsive idiot who got too caught up in the heat of the moment. He's gotten to care about him, beyond that, so he won't let his past mistake lead to a situation where he could possibly get seriously hurt or traumatized.

He's perched outside the window of his apartment, just above the rusted awning hanging over the shopfront below. Nothing out of the ordinary has happened since he came to sit watch, so he stays to just listen to the muffled, shrill noise of a drill being used past the curtained glass of the window. It goes quiet for a while after, so maybe Noiz has turned in for the night. ]

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[ His thighs bracket his pelvis, anchoring him and trapping him against the the space between his legs. He pushes against him, canting his hips and adjusting the angle so that they fit together. Noiz' legs are spread and pushed further against his own body -- hopefully he's flexible. ]

Want me to make it hotter? [ A wry grin. He pulls back to sit on his heels, pulling his vest open and shrugging it off. ]

Aa.

[A simple answer, a small cant of his head as his hips jerk up against the others', grinding against him with a low murmur escaping out between gritted teeth. Obito will find he's certainly flexible--having such a wiry frame will do that for you.

When Obito sits up, Noiz is going to be quick to follow. He's not wearing the usual odd layers of his strange outfit, so removing the longsleeved shirt he had on takes only one quick motion with both hands. Tossing it aside before aiming to do the same to the other, once that vest is out of the picture.]

...Haa. I wonder...

[ He reclines, making it a little difficult for Noiz to reach without having to rear up to do so. He tugs at the back of his collar with one hand, removing it by pulling the fabric over his head. He smiles at Noiz once his shirt if halfway down the length of his arms, pulling his glove off along with the sleeves. ]

Is this your first time...? [ He asks with a gentler smile. He won't mention that he's never been with another man before, if they don't count their time together in the space of his illusion. ]

[He thinks about that. How to answer, not that he's thinking up some sort of lie, but rather--because this is so different, it's so far divorced from any of his other experiences back in Midorijima.]

Not really.

[He won't really count the illusion either--but it was different like this. Not just biological function, but there was something behind it other than just lust or a need to get off.]

I was actually wondering...

If you've ever been serviced before.

[There's that cocky expression.]

Uh?! [ He's caught off-guard momentarily, shaking his head to snap himself out of his sudden confusion. ] Serviced? What do you mean by that?

[ It could be anything, because this is Noiz.

He tosses his clothes aside, trying to gently push him back down against the bed. He's in control here, Noiz. Let him take care of you...! ]

[The corners of his mouth very slightly tilt up, letting himself get pushed down. Easy.

It doesn't mean he's going to stop, not when the others' head is close to his again. Fingers curl against the base of the others' skull again, pulling him in closer so he can murmur against his ear.]

I meant...

Have you ever had someone ...

[A free hand moves, fingers dancing dangerously close on the inside of Obito's thigh. Hinting.]

Use their mouth on you.

[ Oh no.

That is too sexy.

He bristles slightly, the hairs on the back of his neck standing on end as a shiver rolls throughout his core. He has to bite his lower lip, arms stiff on either side of Noiz' frame. His cock twitches with interest as he feels the light pressure at his thigh, feather-light and teasing. ]

Of course I have... [ But his voice is strained, breath hitching and drawing off into a wavering little noise. ] Why, are you offering?

[His hand doesn't pause in its movements, tracing a small circle against the still-clothed skin before aiming closer to home, fingers brushing over the front of his pants.]

And if I am?

[His gaze is locked onto Obito's face, unblinking. teeth showing a little from under his lips... as he clicks the bead of his tongue ring against his own teeth.]

[ Well.

He can't... hide his reaction. Beneath the firm touch of his fingers against his groin, his cock begins to stir to life. Pressure winds tight in his abdomen, which he reads as lustful interest. He's definitely not running away, if that's what Noiz is afraid of. ]

You don't have to. [ But he really wants you to. His eye shifts, looking off to the side. His headband is still obstructing the left side of his face btw. ]

[Yeah, not for long. When Obito looks away, the hand that was on the back of his neck slides up, and he'll undo the tie of that headband with a few quick motions from clever, deft fingers. Pulling it up and off of the man's face.]

...idiot.

If I didn't want to, why would I ask.

[As his hand still between the others' legs give him a small squeeze to accentuate it.]

[ His left eye remains closed, as it always is and he bows his head to make removing the knot easier.

His hips jerk, moving against the squeeze of his hand against his quickly hardening cock. He swallows back a deep groan, his only eye darkening with lust as the dilated pupil darts down. He rakes in the sight of his lean torso, taking notice of the reflective metal of his piercings.

He pinches one of the silver beads nestled against one of his nipples, between his forefinger and thumb. He toys with it before leaning down to pull everything between his lips, sucking hard. He hasn't ignored Noiz' offer, which he tries to make certain to him by rocking his hips into the tight squeeze of his grasp.

His hands roam over the length of the other's back meanwhile, keeping him upright as he drags his tongue around the reddening nipple and the metal framing it. ]

[He can feel the heat travelling straight down his spine the moment that Obito's thumb squeezes against the metal bar in his nipple. He hadn't really felt them before, but what with his skin buzzing with sensation and life, he now realises why people claimed they were sensitive. When he switches his fingers with his mouth instead, his grip on the other only tightens.

His voice hitches in a low, shivering gasp, the leg still wrapped around Obito's waist tensing, making their hips press together with a needy grind of his own.

His head dips down, pushing his nose into the others' hair as his teeth grit, fingers roaming on the hem of the others' slacks there before a small, musing chuckle escapes between his lips.]

...H...hah. Trying to shut me up? [Effective, he'll admit--but they're both determined in their own ways.]

[ His teeth sink into his skin, tongue continuing to lave over the hardened nub of his nipple. The smooth metal of his piercing moves against his lips and clacking against teeth as he alternates between licking him and biting down.

He can feel Noiz jolt beneath him, affected by his ministrations. It's incredibly hot, especially with the way he lifts his hips and knocks their pelvises together desperately, like he's trying to rut against him. In answer to the gesture, he tenses his thighs and shoves his own hips down, flattening Noiz against the mattress and keeping him pinned as he starts rocking into him more incessantly. His hands reach for his arms, moving them to his sides so he can use them as leverage needed to keep Noiz obediently still.

He trails open-mouthed kisses down his chest, to his abdomen, dragging the flat of his tongue against his navel. When he's done ... ravishing him, he lifts his head to peer up at the younger man, eye gleaming with mischief. ]

I want you to. Suck me, if you want. I'll tell you how I like it.

[He'll find that keeping him entirely pinned and in place is easier said than done. Especially when he's dealing with sensations that are entirely alien and exciting, he can feel his body getting roused in ways he's never quite felt before.

When he's pinned, he'll wrap his other leg around the other as the larger man ruts against him, fingernails biting at the others' hands when they make the move to pin him down. How warm he is, above all else, is the most notable thing. He can feel sweat starting to bead against his neck, muscles tightening under the trail Obito makes with his mouth. He's quiet, but with how close the ninja is, the sound of his panting, desperate breaths are hard to miss.]

...Hoh. [He tips his head, looking over at him, a lusty haze having settled over pale green eyes.]

I'll make you feel good.
'Tell me'... haa... is that what you're into?

Sensei?

[ SENSEI... ]

[ It catches him by surprise, but only briefly. He smiles, sighing through his nose as he begins to slowly peel himself away from the other body. There's a familiar ache in his groin as the head of his cock strains against the zipper of his pants, trying to stand curl until fully erect. He relieves himself from the pressure, reaching down to unbutton his pants and stroke himself through his undergarments. He tugs at Noiz' arm, coaxing him to sit as he starts laying back, reclining against the headboard of the bed. ]

Guess it's better than "oyaji".

Just take your time. If you don't end up liking it, you don't have to do it.

[He's going to watch him for a moment, the way he moves away from him, the way he frees himself from his slacks, relieving the pressure from having been tented in them for a while now. He's not doing much better, but wearing loose clothing helped.

Though, with sensations back, it was far easier to feel the pressure from his slacks, as well as the piercings that normally he didn't even notice. It was going to start driving him crazy, too.]

Don't say stupid things.

[A simple sentence, looking up at him again with that oddly intense expression... following him down onto the bed. crawling over him, settling between his thighs with an easy smirk.

His hands move to replace Obito's own, aiming to take over for him.]

After all, I want to try different things with you.

[ He hisses through clenched teeth, jaw tight before he forces it slack as Noiz moves to palm him through the last layer of his clothes. His head knocks back against the headboard, neck craning slightly as he gazes down at the boy crawling between his legs... If that isn't a turn-on, he doesn't know what is. The whole act of getting sucked is completely erotic that he could probably just enjoy a night of this and nothing more. ]

I'll do you after... Or during. If things turn out well.

[ With an outstretched arm, he runs his left hand through his hair, affectionate. ]

...Ha. You're so weird.

[An idle comment as his fingers move to pull at his slacks, aiming to tug away his undergarments away with them. Pulling the other free and taking a moment to just look him over.

His expression is as blank as ever, but there's an odd look in his eye as he glances at the other for just a moment before settling between his legs. Without a beat of hesitation, fingers draw up along the underside of that already hardened shaft, taking grip along the base as he ducks forward carefully. The tip of his tongue drags along the flat underside of his head, and with just a moment to glance at him, he takes him in his mouth.

Now he'll soon realise that the ring in his tongue is more than just for visual effect.]

[ He won't argue any further, because Noiz is offering to blow him, after all.

Calloused fingers run through his bangs, parting them and pushing them back against his shortly cropped hair. His lips curl to show the barest bit of teeth as that tongue laves over the smooth head of his cock. It's wet and warm, and so soft. He hasn't done this in so long that he was starting to forget the intensity of what it was like to be taken into someone's mouth.

A quiet noise laces through the next breath he lets out, obviously affected by the sensation of Noiz's mouth wrapping around him. The metal bead of his piercing bobbing against his cock in the process earns a jolt out of him, but he keeps his hips down against the mattress despite himself.

He continues to stroke his fingers through the boy's hair, petting him idly as he watches him. ]

That's good. [ Praising... because who doesn't like praise? ]

[He wouldn't have taken note of the odd hardness of the others' fingers before, despite having felt his hands on himself more than once. It's odd, a little rough, but the way Obito drags his fingers through his hair is more calming than anything, the way it sends little tingles down his spine. At least the others' chakra hasn't started to wear off yet.

The sound of the others' voice is encouraging enough, and that little jolt of surprise nearly makes him smirk against the others' cock--but now isn't the time as he concentrates on his task. Gripping him as he lowers his head down a little furthur, sucking on the hard muscle with a bit of a lewd moan he lets out through his nose. It's clear he's not entirely experienced with this sort of thing--but the praise is enough to tell him he's not doing something weird.

Pressing his tongue flat against the underside of Obito's cock, he bobs his head a little as he gets used to the size of it in his mouth, rolling the bead of his tongue ring against it again in a slow motion.]

[ The sound he makes is completely guttural, resonating deep within his chest and sending a low rumble through his throat. His hips bump upward, lifting to coax himself deeper into his waiting, hot mouth. The little metallic ball adds pressure, pressing into his skin and gliding down the length of his shaft. His lips are velvet soft in contrast to the sensation, adding depth to the pleasure that spikes through his aching arousal. He can feel himself twitch in his mouth, precome beginning to gather at the very tip as the suction pulls at his cock.

He can't help himself, so he gives into the temptation to thrust into mouth. But he moves his hips in controlled motions, lifting them and keeping the hard posts of his thighs tensed against the body resting against them. ]

Fuck... Noiz. [ His fingers twist in his hair, gripping and tugging lightly. ]

[It's a bitter, salty flavour that floods into his mouth after a few moments; one he's not unfamiliar with but it's still strange enough to slow his moments when the other coaxes himself deeper into the heat of his mouth. He can feel the head of Obito's cock hit the back of his throat--and while it's not painful, it's an unpleasant feeling when the other thrusts in against him.

An arm moves to try to pin the other after that, a low rumble in the back of his throat at the discomfort. But the praise in the form of vulgarity (rare) and the hiss of his own name that keeps him going. Another low moan escapes him as his hair is pulled, eyes opening again to flick a gaze up at the other. He pushes his tongue up along the length of his shaft again, rising and then falling slowly to keep the motion going.

Almost an expression that can be read easily as don't get too excited, old man.]

[ He gives a small gasp, before respectfully dropping his hips and keeping himself mostly still. He throws his head back, craning his neck until his adam's apple starts to stick out, bobbing as he swallows back another groan. He's... definitely enjoying this, the way he teases him by moving way too slowly.

He sighs through his nose, evening the rate of his breathing as he lowers his head to return that stare of his with an earnest look of desperation. His fingers slowly begin to unfurl, smoothing through the short strands of hair at his scalp. Don't tease him, bro... ]

Can you take me in deeper? [ A request, rather than a demand. He's a nice man. ] You can stop when your jaw starts to hurt...

[ He imagines he isn't used to... either doing this or the pain of keeping his mouth open for so long. But it does sound like he's overestimating himself, thinking his dick might be too much for Noiz... ]

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