Notes
for the touch lesson
(I think tumblr is a more...pleasant way to store ideas and snippets than an ugly corporate-looking google doc)
"Okay," Madara sighs, taking off Hashirama's blindfold. "Stop."
He steers a half-hard (and hopefully fully concealed) Hashirama by the shoulders and makes him sit against a boulder that's jutting out of the ground. "Look Hashirama, your self control impresses me, but it is clearly distracting us from the end goal."
"Self control?" Hashirama asks, mystified.
"Yes," Madara says, crossing his arms casually. "You’re clearly aroused."
Hashirama's ears warm. His face warms. His entire body warms. Including his dick, which, traitorously, throbs.
He blinks. "What are you talking about?"
Madara points. "I can see it."
Hashirama's fingers twitch as he fights the urge to cover his crotch with his hands. He looks down, and...yep. He can see it too.
"I don't know what you're talking about," he says guilelessly. "My dick is just that big, maybe?"
Madara darts forward, like he's about to jab the dick in question. Hashirama shrieks, doubling in half before Madara's accusatory finger can make contact with anything unfortunate.
"Is this distressing?" Madara asks, curiosity colouring his voice. "I don't understand why you're refusing to acknowledge it."
Hashirama covers his face. "This is the greatest personal catastrophe of my life."
"Our job here is to hone your instincts, Hashirama, and this is what your instincts have been telling you for a while. Act upon them."
Hashirama groans. "What do you mean, a while? How long have you known?"
"Since the start, of course."
Hashirama lifts his head. He thinks of all the innocent touches as well as the amazing food Madara’s been feeding him. "This whole trip was a ruse," he realises in horror. "To seduce me!"
"Seduction was never my goal," Madara says matter-of-factly. "I'm here because I genuinely enjoy spending time with you. And I promise that once we’re done here, you will become stronger."
"You've been trying to distract me from my goal!"
"You'll meet your goal if you act upon what your senses tell you. Besides, it seems healthy."
"Shut up."
"I would be more concerned if your body never responded to beauty."
Hashirama stares. This is surreal.
Madara continues with a smirk, "Spring flowers bloom. Birds sing. Young men become aroused by beautiful things. These are ordinary manifestations of life. You don't need to deny it."
"...Are you calling yourself beautiful.”
Madara shakes his hair with devastating grace. “Am I not?”
"Okay!" Hashirama exclaims, standing up. "I am going to throw myself into the waterfall."
Madara's smirk widens. "I'll join you."
"Fuck off."




















