#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.

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 has better tact than to laugh in the face of Madara's misunderstanding, for all that Madara was asking for either of their deaths. But he cannot keep the mocking tone out of his voice when he speaks, "Hashirama has no brothers left, he hasn't felt the touch or feel their care for many more years than you can imagine, Uchiha." The wound is too fresh for Madara not to growl in anger and despair at the dig.

"And yet, Hashirama continues to dream. He continues to hope for a future where children will not die needlessly, and will not be forced to forfeit their life for the sake of duty. He dreams of this peace with you." Tobirama spits out, bitter that his husband continues to chase after someone who does not return his sentiments even at the end of the line.

"Now, you ask for him to sully his own hands with the blood of his kin before you will agree to his peace." But for all that Tobirama is bitter, he is also tired. All these years, nothing but lost and more lost. He has nothing left but Hashirama and this family that he was duty bound to. He was nothing if not a dutiful wife.

"Will you have him kill his own wife to satisfy your conditions, Uchiha? Have him sever my head from my body to serve on a silver platter so you may agree to no longer put your future clan children at death's doors?" Tobirama steps closer despite the sound of warning from Hashirama, "I killed Izuna because it was war, kill or be killed. You know this. He knew this. You also know you live because Hashirama believes in you still, believes that you still share his dream of peace. He grieves his brothers by trying to ensure no others need to feel his pain, you grieve by forcing him to feel that pain with his own hands."

"Enough!" Hashirama finally speaks, knowing first hand how sharp Tobirama could be with his words and would land that final blow regardless of how anyone feels about it. Tobirama glances back at Hashirama before turning fully towards him.

"Enough. If Madara requires my death in order for our clans to unite, then so be it. Tobirama, my love, my heart, please work together with Touka to ensure the peace will last after my death. No child should have to endure what we have endured, to forfeit their lives in order to survive." As you have is implied heavily but not spoken.

"Hashirama! This is insanity!" Tobirama's face twists in incredulity and fear. No, this wasn't how it was supposed to end.

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.

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

家产就是如此美味...

Hashitobi is truly delicious..

是一点初设柱扉

This is a bit of early-concept Hashirama and Tobirama.

初设柱的伤疤和阴沉眼神真的很好味啊🥺

The scars and gloomy eyes of early-concept Hashirama are really captivating🥺

还有初设扉的小辫子和眯眯眼，哎呦可真萌啊🥰✋🏻

And the little braid and narrow eyes of early-concept Tobirama—oh my, how adorable 🥰✋🏻

实在不会画人体请见谅...