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Tobirama’s face hit the table with a thud, papers flying everywhere as his back arched against the hand that pushed him down. His own hands were tied with ropes, straining his shoulders when he struggled against the bindings halfheartedly, feeling a sense of satisfaction zip through him as he realized that he was unable to escape. It was an uncomfortable position and the way the hard edges of the table pushed into his hip bones had him cursing underneath his breath, eyes rolling to the back of his head when one strong arm fisted his hair and pulled-
“Fuck!” Tobirama whined, eyes screwing shut as his cock throbbed at the flash of pain. “Uchiha- could you - hurry up-”
“You should be nicer when asking for things you want Senju.” Madara crooned, slotting himself right between the younger man's legs, grinning roguishly, before he dropped his voice to a murmur. “What’s the magic word, huh?”
“Fuck you.” The younger man spat back, scowling in protest when he heard his partner laughing above him at his behavior.
“I won’t fuck you, if you don’t give me what I want.” The Uchiha replied, leaning down to cover Tobirama’s body with his own. His lips pressed against the younger mans ears and his words came out in a rush, seduction seeped in his tone. “Come on pretty boy, one ‘please’ can’t hurt can it?”
It's addictive, Tobirama realized as he felt how Marada’s broad shoulders encompassed him entirely, caging him against himself and the desk. Madara's chakra surrounded his senses, pressing hot and heady against his own, making it difficult for him to breathe. The taste of charred coal and smoke settled in his throat, as the heat melted into his skin, pressing into his bones. The pure lust that fluctuated in his partner's chakra had Tobirama gasping quietly, resting his head on the table in front of him, desperately enjoying the cold touch of the surface. As if knowing his thoughts, the Uchiha purposefully released his control, letting more and more chakra seep out, until Tobirama could longer sense anything but Madara.
It was too much and the Senju had to bite back a moan, toes curling as he attempted to find some semblance to breathe, to think.
Madara grinned at the man below him, slowly sliding his hand up against his muscles, fingers dancing as they warmed the bare skin. Tobirama gasped as his body shuddered in response, his hips arching towards Madara, his eyes rolling backwards as he felt the other man's arousal through the thin material of his hakama.
His attempts to grind against the older man were in vain, as all Madara did was chuckle and move back.
“Patience.” He hissed into Tobirama’s ear, the sensuous tone of the voice contrasting the desperation in his actions.
“You-” A calloused hand tweaked his nipple, and the Senju couldn’t help but cry out as the slight hints of pain made him weak. Madara pushed his legs even farther apart, thumb rimming his already stretched out hole, the excess lube beginning to drip down his pale thighs.
The Uchiha cursed as his own cock began to throb, arousal beginning to cloud his mind as he watched as the albino underneath him practically sobbed. It was powerful, he realized, to have someone as strong as Senju Tobirama all to himself. To have the White Demon of the Senju clan whimpering in his office, silently pouting just to have a taste of his cock.
A growl left his throat as his thumb pushed in, before he pulled it out and replaced it with two of his fingers, enjoying how the hole consumed them in seconds.
“God you’re always so tight.” He murmured in both amusement and awe, fingers pushing in deeper as he briefly thought about his own forgotten cock.
Tobirama just moaned softly, breath stuttering as the long fingers he’d seen writing poetry penetrated him effortlessly. His cock drooled onto his stomach, and it was through pure willpower that he didn’t shriek when they brushed against his prostate.
“Senju.” Madara breathed, sliding his fingers back just a little bit, before continuing to finger-fuck him, the heat of the orifice making it difficult to think. “Tobirama.” He whispered into the air, as if chanting a prayer.
Perhaps it was the fondness in his tone that had Tobirama screwing his eyes close, mouth dry as he felt the familiar tightening of his groin rising once more. His hips twitched as a third finger joined the first two, the squelch of the lube so obscene that he couldn't help the flush that danced upon his skin.
His poor cock throbbed, yet Madara seemed not to care as skimmed his hands up the sides of it, stopping in order to circle the very tip where his precum leaked. Tobirama spasmed at the act, body shaking as his rational thought left him, until all he felt was the way that Madara’s chakra poured over him like a furnace.
It was too much. Within seconds his orgasm approached, the familiar heat rising up onto his body as he shook-
Madara dropped his cock and pulled his fingers out just when he was about to cum, causing a sharp cry to leave his mouth, fingers straining against their ropes as tears began to dot the corner of his eyes.
“No!” He whined into the dark of the room, legs shaking as his body protested in response. It was unsettling to have his relief ripped away from him at the last moment, to be deprived of his cage of freedom.
“Madara,” He howled, unable to stop the way goosebumps rose on his skin as his body jerked. “Madara why-”
“The only time you’re going to cum,” The older man growled, ripping through his own layered clothes in a fit of desperation. “Is when you’re speared on my cock. Now, be a good boy and beg.”