#tenzoshi

Technically one could say that is exactly what they are doing. The method doesn’t usually seem to matter. Even less so when Shisui is three fingers deep inside him, with a hand tangled firmly in his chestnut hair.

“So tight, Ten-kun… let me in.” he croons, quirking his fingers.

“We’ll get caught--” Tenzou gasps, insides alight with sparkling pleasure. 

“You like it, I can feel it.” Shisui curls his fingers in and out, teasing the fourth, his pinky, right along the rim, wiggling it in slowly alongside the other three. “Just look at that. Any more and you’ll be taking my whole hand, love.”

Tenzou moans as those angled fingers send sparks shooting straight through his cock; his nails scrape the homespun wool beneath them as he leaks precome on the blanket now bunching at his hands and knees. The lascivious chuckle in his ear is like an injection of pure aphrodisiac, like a drug they’d use on a target, but there isn’t anything here but his lover’s presence, set upon ravaging him in every way possible. 

With his express permission, of course.

“Ten-zou, if you make too much noise your captain is going to come check on us. You wouldn’t want that would you?” Shisui lilts, working his hand slowly and biting his own lip when Tenzou clamps down on his fingers, sagging against the pillows with a whimper

“Oh? Is that so? I didn’t think it to actually be the case, but I guess you would, huh?” Shisui laughs, low and throaty. 

There is little resistance to Shisui’s questing fingers now, and Tenzou teeters poised at the edge of utter oblivion. He knows that if he could see his lover now, he’d be gazing into blood-red Sharingan, one blink from entrapment in masterful genjutsu, though he knows Shisui really just adores the memorization of salacious sights and sounds.

His touch spreads Tenzou wider, fingers parting as he drags them halfway out. Pulse beating in his ears, Tenzou loses awareness of everything but the slow climb of pleasure, now abruptly paused at the whim of his partner’s delight. He grunts, pressing back, attempting to sink back into the feeling again. 

“So lewd, love. So hungry. I take it you want more now? Even if I told you I could hear Kakashi-senpai in the next room only a few minutes ago?” Shisui presses the heat of his own arousal against Tenzou’s inner thigh.

“Let him come -- I-I don’t care.” he stammers, breath catching high in his chest.

“That’s what I thought you’d say, Ten-kun.” Shisui whispers, drawing away.

At once, he’s left empty, bereft. Shisui’s damnable laughter resounds nearby, with the wet sound of something slick being spread. 

“I wish you could see yourself, love. All open and needy. Don’t worry though, I won’t leave you this way long.”

“How generous of you.” Tenzou says dryly, clenching his teeth.

But there isn’t time for posturing, because Shisui makes good on his promise, aligning himself with Tenzou’s well prepared hole and driving home without preamble. If anything might have given them away to others in the vicinity, it would have been that very moment; Tenzou barely has the presence of mind to fit a bit of blanket between his teeth and muffle the cry that threatens to break free.

Shisui winds a hand in the locks of Tenzou’s hair, thrusting up into him with reckless abandon, eager to bring him to the sharpest edge of broken control. Each nudge higher threatens to tip him over the precipice until suddenly footsteps echo in the corner of the bunk area.

“Well don’t stop on my account.” an all too familiar voice says, its tone amused.