[Its an odd sensation to have those fingers over his heavy eyelids, almost as odd as it is to simply have Naruto this close. During those sexually charged moments, these touches are different, expected, nearly thoughtless, but like this, every movement is intentional, every touch is focused rather than distracting. Its odd, but its nice. Because he can trust this man, because, despite all of Ariel’s flaws and the things its keeping them from, the things its making them do, its at least given them this opportunity where they’re not pressured by war and obligation and Naruto’s hunt to actually speak.
He’s not surprised when Naruto tells him he doesn’t know the physical effects the Ichibi had on a host body. But what does surprise him is the frown he can hear in those words even with his eyes closed. There was a time where he thought the same thing. Why is it only me? Why me? Where he was angry at the village that turned against him after making him this way, but with most of his childhood, he can look back on it now with a calmness. The past was cruel, to all of them, but that’s what they’re working to fix. There will be no need for such weapons, no need to tip the power in direction of one nation over another. There won’t be anyone that has to suffer the way they had. The way the others had, being picked off by Akatsuki and so lonely, so abandoned, that even his pleas as Kazekage to the other nations to protect those that remained had been blatantly ignored.
Never again.
But he doesn’t speak any of that. It too is in the past now. And more so, he doesn’t want to break this spell that has Naruto’s hand roaming over his face. He listens though, to Naruto’s understanding words, to his genuine want and offer to help him overcome this particular habit. And when it comes from Naruto, its easier to believe they can actually make it happen.
But then Naruto’s good at that.
There’s not even any fear when lips meet Naruto’s, not this time, because there’s words behind them that he can’t speak, his only silent way to really convey his message. And if the hand rolling through hair that makes nerves spark to life is any indication, it’s a sentiment returned.
Its those words though, it’s the kiss that comes between them, that truly surprises him. Show him. And unbidden, he can imagine Naruto’s body laid out on his bed, naked and nicked, glistening with red. And he lets out a soft exhale and nods. Yes.]
I'd like that. [And while it wasn't exactly spoken, there was a questioning glance in his eyes, when. The urge was calm now, but the conversation, the touches, the image...and the reminder of why Naruto had come over in the first place-emotions he was quite sure the man was still keeping bottled up, he wondered if it was something Naruto could appreciate in this moment too.]
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He’s not surprised when Naruto tells him he doesn’t know the physical effects the Ichibi had on a host body. But what does surprise him is the frown he can hear in those words even with his eyes closed. There was a time where he thought the same thing. Why is it only me? Why me? Where he was angry at the village that turned against him after making him this way, but with most of his childhood, he can look back on it now with a calmness. The past was cruel, to all of them, but that’s what they’re working to fix. There will be no need for such weapons, no need to tip the power in direction of one nation over another. There won’t be anyone that has to suffer the way they had. The way the others had, being picked off by Akatsuki and so lonely, so abandoned, that even his pleas as Kazekage to the other nations to protect those that remained had been blatantly ignored.
Never again.
But he doesn’t speak any of that. It too is in the past now. And more so, he doesn’t want to break this spell that has Naruto’s hand roaming over his face. He listens though, to Naruto’s understanding words, to his genuine want and offer to help him overcome this particular habit. And when it comes from Naruto, its easier to believe they can actually make it happen.
But then Naruto’s good at that.
There’s not even any fear when lips meet Naruto’s, not this time, because there’s words behind them that he can’t speak, his only silent way to really convey his message. And if the hand rolling through hair that makes nerves spark to life is any indication, it’s a sentiment returned.
Its those words though, it’s the kiss that comes between them, that truly surprises him. Show him. And unbidden, he can imagine Naruto’s body laid out on his bed, naked and nicked, glistening with red. And he lets out a soft exhale and nods. Yes.]
I'd like that. [And while it wasn't exactly spoken, there was a questioning glance in his eyes, when. The urge was calm now, but the conversation, the touches, the image...and the reminder of why Naruto had come over in the first place-emotions he was quite sure the man was still keeping bottled up, he wondered if it was something Naruto could appreciate in this moment too.]