#tobisuke

Obito had just been forced to shut his eyes from the perfect intensity of the warm lips sliding down his cock, but he flickered them open at the sound of a flash.

Sukea’s camera was held in the man’s free outstretched hand, pointed toward them.  

For a moment, he felt an odd mix of shock and outrage.

Then he couldn’t stop his giggle.

“Sukea is really taking his picture hobby to the next level,” he said. “You wanted to capture this?”

With a delicate pop, Sukea pulled his head back from Obito and looked up at him innocently. “I wanted to capture us,” Sukea said, unrepentant. Offhandedly, “Though I may have to be a bit more careful than normal about where this ends up.” 

Sukea twitched the instant photo from the camera just as he twitched the fingers of his other hand from the base of Obito’s shaft upward, making him shiver from the pressure, then flourished the photo in front of his face.

Sukea said, amused, “Now, do you have an opinion about my camerawork?”

Obito stared at the photo as it came into focus. 

And kept staring.

“You haven’t said anything, but I can intuit a positive attitude,” Sukea said slyly, putting the slightest pressure on Obito’s dick which, yeah, might have become even harder on seeing that photo than it had been at Sukea’s last ministrations.

“Sometimes you take — urgh — pretty pictures, Sukea,” he admitted. “They can be useful. Especially when they’re of yourself, at the angles I can’t see.” 

From this picture he could see the side view of his teammate, head tilted, Sukea’s eyes shut in concentration, tongue peeking out of his mouth, a thin line of saliva bridging the small gap between his lips and Obito.

It still felt unreal and giddy to be here. Flush from their success in Yodoma. Spending some days taking the long road back to base, stretching out the time together as much as possible. Stopping in a hotel. Sukea getting tipsy on colourful drinks with umbrellas that Obito bought them with their bounty money. Obito getting a little tipsy on the mood alone, Sukea’s teasing half-lidded stare, the flirting that was so obvious he couldn’t pass it off as wishful thinking. Deciding, to hell with it, and making a pass, almost as though proposing a new challenge, a new game. 

Sukea barely pausing for a moment before happily matching that challenge. 

Speaking of matching a challenge…

“Tobi’s turn?” he asked Sukea, flipping them over, fingers on the buttons of Sukea’s trousers. Due to his mask he couldn’t use his tongue here, unfortunately, unless he blindfolded Sukea — ooh, and wasn’t that an intriguing idea for the future — but there were myriad other ways to make Sukea feel nearly as good as he’d made Obito feel.

Sukea raised his eyebrows, tilting his head downward in an assent that felt like of course. 

And then the vision in front of him was also ripe for a picture-perfect moment, and Obito might have suggested just that, but for one particular, distracting detail.

“Sukea,” Obito said, not quite hiding the sense of triumph in his voice. “Tobi has discovered something else about you.”

“…Oh?” 

He twisted his fingers through Sukea’s sparse pubic hair, and said, sing-song, “Tobi thinks you might just be wearing a wig.” 

Sukea glanced down and then back up, looking a shade of rueful. 

“Ah. Somehow I — didn’t think that would be an important detail to account for.” 

Most of the time Obito was giving up his secrets like loose change, so it was always a joy when the tables turned.   

“So, what’s your real hair like, Sukea?” Obito teased. “Do you have a mullet? Are you balding? Do you have dreadlocks? Tobi wants to see.” 

Sukea appeared to be considering it. And really, whatever he was hiding, it wasn’t like a little hair would give it away. 

“If I let you take the wig off me,” Sukea offered, “I think it’s only fair to take the mask off you. Wouldn’t you agree?”

Laying down his own challenge. Raising the stakes. 

But just like seeing Sukea’s hair, was it really such a big deal if Sukea saw Obito’s face? He’d already revealed so much. It wasn’t like Sukea knew he was supposed to be Madara. It’s not like his face would be remarkable, apart from its ugliness from his scars, which meant he’d never have a chance of matching Sukea’s beauty. But Sukea seemed to like him when all he could see was a half-chopped orange, so he didn’t think his teammate was someone who would fixate on appearance. 

This way he could kiss him to his heart’s content, no blindfold necessary. This way he could truly return Sukea’s favour…

“I’d say that’s fair,” Obito said, with his real voice, and Sukea’s eyes lit up in clear excitement. 

“Well. Let me immortalise this moment for the both of us,” Sukea said, his camera at the ready. 

Obito’s hand lingered over Sukea’s hair, readying to touch it and send it to Kamui. 

Sukea’s hand hooked underneath his mask, readying to unveil him.

“Three, two, one,” said Sukea. 

Obito said, “Cheese.”