@cajoled asked: also 🔥 Lmao, never saw that one coming- | open meme | 🔥 Pull my muse down by the collar/by their clothes - in a sexy way
Kakuzu catches himself with one hand on the Hokage desk and one hand on the back of Hashirama’s seat even as Hashirama yanks him down by the front of his shirt. Hashirama is the only person Kakuzu allows to manhandle him like this, but even with the allowance freely given, the unmistakable challenge in Hashirama’s strong grip and mischievous eyes send a hot bolt of competitiveness through him. Resolutely, he stifles the temptation as best he can. Hashirama has been playing around for two days, now---he can wait a little longer. As far as Kakuzu is concerned, Hashirama owes him as much for all the teasing he’s pulled.
“Hashirama,” Kakuzu warns, voice maddeningly level. Hashirama hasn’t pulled him any further in, but neither has Kakuzu pulled away. Instead, they are in a stalemate, waiting to see who breaks first, who caves earlier, practically daring each other to both close the gap and to break away (do it---you won’t). Their faces are close---close enough that Kakuzu can feel the heat coming off of Hashirama---but not quite close enough for Hashirama to kiss him without getting up out of his seat.
Hashirama’s expression is pleasant---practically tranquil. His smile is broad and easy, and his eyes lazily trace over Kakuzu’s arms, his shoulders, his neck---before settling on his eyes, then on his mask, where his mouth would be. Kakuzu can tell Hashirama is imagining what’s underneath the mask even though he’s seen Kakuzu’s face plenty of times before. Hashirama’s expression is nothing short of hungry, although it still carries a careless sort of languor---something akin to a predatory big cat.
Insistently, Hashirama gives another tug at Kakuzu’s shirtfront. Despite himself, Kakuzu yields just the slightest amount, coming just the smallest bit closer---but it’s miles for Hashirama, whose grin only grows. His eyes flicker up from Kakuzu’s mouth to his eyes, glittering with mirth. In reply, Kakuzu’s eyes narrow, and the frown he acquires is pronounced even through his mask. Unperturbed, perhaps even taking it as encouragement, Hashirama complains that Kakuzu does not have a shred of romance, that he’s far too much of a grump, that he didn’t seem to mind them doing this a few weeks ago...
Hashirama’s reeling Kakuzu in as he speaks until they are nose to nose with one another. Kakuzu can feel Hashirama’s breath on his cheek, and he, with frustration that borders on fury, feels his own resolve failing. Hashirama, perhaps sensing victory, tilts his head a little, parts his lips the slightest bit---welcoming. An invitation. Expectant.
Kakuzu growls something about how ludicrous Hashirama’s libido is and how he should learn some shame for the workplace and for his own position as Hokage---all things he’s said before---and Kakuzu can tell Hashirama is basically ignoring him. Instead, he’s watching Kakuzu as he reaches for his mask and yanks it down, looking altogether far too self-satisfied.
Kakuzu is still scowling when he gives in and kisses Hashirama. It’s hot, hard, and lustful, but Kakuzu can feel Hashirama is still smiling against it. He keeps Kakuzu in place with the grip on Kaukzu’s shirt, chuckles a little into the corner of Kakuzu’s mouth, reaches up with a free hand to begin undoing Kakuzu’s hair. He says something teasing, but Kakuzu just pushes off Hashirama’s Hokage robes and gives a grunt---enough, they both know it says, you win.





