An AU of maf because I'm thirsty as fuck

[comradeship]

[ 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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[comradeship]

[ 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. ]

[bunnyblock]

[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.]

[comradeship]

[ 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... ]