#hashitobi

Dancer Tobirama(•̀ω•́)✧

Admittedly, Hashirama can get a little carried away.

"Does it hurt?" Hashirama asks.

Tobirama trembles in his arms, panting as Hashirama rolls his hips up in a steady thrust, never breaking rhythm as he washes Tobirama’s hair.

When Tobirama fails to respond right away, his body already spent of all that he can give, Hashirama lays a gentle kiss to his shoulder- a warning of an inevitable promise.

Even if he had the strength to think, never mind talk, Tobirama would never admit to the ache in his scalp from where Hashirama gripped his hair in an unforgiving hold as he held him face down on the bed, fucking into him at a brutal pace- teeth gnawing at the skin of Tobirama’s neck before licking and kissing away the initial sting of his teeth.

Tobirama would never admit to the soreness of his hips from how wide Hashirama pushed his thighs apart as he rolled him over and fucked him again, watching as he sunk into Tobirama again and again, claiming what had always been his over and over.

Hashirama was never shy about his jealousy- though he never once worried or doubted Tobirama’s loyalty, that didn't mean he wasnt irked by unwanted eyes following Tobirama wherever he went.

Tobirama knew that look- that wide smile paired with cold eyes, never towards him, but to whomever stood a little too close, to whoever spoke a little too familiarly for Hashirama's comfort.

Tobirama would never admit to the way he aches even now, dead weight in Hashirama’s lap. Even as Hashirama continues to fuck into him Tobirama refuses to tell him to stop simply because he doesn't want him to.

Everything that he is, even from the beginning, had always belonged to Hashirama.

It doesnt matter if he is sore, if he aches, if it burns- none of that matters because Hashirama's breath at last has begun to shudder. No longer is it steady and unhindered- now its staccato- labored and quick as he rolls his hips up in an unforgiving pace.

He will come soon and Tobirama hopes it will be inside him this time.

Hashirama is still gentle as he washes Tobirama’s hair though and such control only tells Tobirama this night is still far from over.

Tobirama was his father's prized possession. Forged in the fire of his mother's womb and his father's love as the perfect, obedient, placating weapon. Of course he feels like he's melting every time Hashirama praises him, like their father never truly did. Feels like he's floating when Hashirama drinks to excess, and his eyes go dull in that same way their father's did right before he made Tobirama useful.

Their parents adored each other, Hashirama vaguely remembers that. Butsuma made sure that everyone knew just how much he adored his perfect wife. There was never any shame about that in their home, never any real privacy. If he thinks hard enough he can remember their father keeping their mother on his lap, whispering to her, watching for the smirk she'd always give in reply. They were perfect for each other.

Tobirama doesn't really have any memories of his own, but he became a vessel for Butsuma's. "Just one more son" he'd whisper, slurring in Tobirama's ear and reeking of intoxication and sweat. "Remember when we made Itama? I know.. I know I said he would be our last but, you just do it so well.." and Tobirama would play the part until his father fell asleep, warm and heavy around him.

Where madara asks hashirama to kill either himself or tobirama in order for peace to happen. Dont ask me about the original dialogue bc its far far gone from my own memories lmao but something like "kill tobirama so that you may know how i feel losing my last brother, or kill yourself for tobirama to feel the lost of his last brother by his own hands" and hashirama is too devastated by this ultimatum to respond but tobirama is like wtf "Hashirama has already felt the death of his last brother years ago at the hands of the Uchiha child hunting party. He has no other brothers to kill, and no brother left to feel the sting of his death."

Madara narrows his eyes in anger, how dare Tobirama lie to him to his face as if he wasn't standing there beside Hashirama, alive and whole. Tobirama who was staring at him understands immediately before Madara could utter his next words, his eyes widen and his crossed arms fall to his sides. "You thought we were brothers." He states rather than questions.

Tobirama is the the king’s wife and suffers from poor eyesight, causing him to stumble frequently. As a result, Hashirama keeps him carefully hidden, forbidding anyone from approaching, even when the Lust card is drawn

扉间！葛格来啦！

葛格这么可爱提什么要求底迪都会同意的对吧🥺🥺

私心是柱扉！it's hashitobi！

哥弟好啊真的很好...