{open} It was a beautiful morning.

[youngesthokage]

He was in a wonderful mood. He'd gotten in later than intended due to the rather long talk with his mother, which had been oddly easier with this one than the one from home ever was anymore, and by the time he'd made it home is good mood had returned and he'd settled right to bed.

Morning, on the other hand, had brought the flowers and he found himself looking out the window in curious fascination at them, mussed from sleep and somewhat bewildered.

Since when did snow bring flowers?

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[bunsofsteel]

She only smirked and trailed her fingers over the bite mark before switching her attention to his other thigh, biting and tugging as she used her nails to force his legs open wider.

[youngesthokage]

His movements took him closer to the edge of the desk, her movements drawing his knees to the edges of the desk as he mewled.

[bunsofsteel]

She bit again, more harshly this time in response to his mewl, trying to draw louder and more helpless sounds from him with her efforts. Her nails dug harshly into his flesh as she tugged his skin again before glancing up, purring as she rested her cheek against his inner thigh, "What would you like from me, Itachi-sama~?"

[youngesthokage]

"I want you to give me what you think I should have." The words were strained, almost, but not quite, fumbled as he trembled slightly under her hands, eyes crimson.

[bunsofsteel]

"I'd give you anything you asked for, Itachi-sama." She smirked again and quickly nipped again, trailing her lips further up his body to bite at his hip, too. "Or begged for."

She's not sure where that last one came from, and her cheeks started to flush -- though she doesn't take it back, instead leaning up and over him to run her tongue along his lower abdomen, nails still biting into his thighs.

[youngesthokage]

He leaned back further on his hands and let out a low cry at that, her words visibly making him tremble. "Then you should make me beg Tenten."

[bunsofsteel]

Alright, he was going along with it. She couldn't deny the rush of power then, gazing up at him without removing her lips from his abdomen and harshly biting again, then sliding back, away from him entirely. It's not for long, though, as she reached with one hand to dig planted both hands firmly on the table and hoisted herself up, spreading her legs to straddle him and hover above him to wrap her lips around a nipple and suck, nails dragging up his abs none-too-gently.

[youngesthokage]

He immediately whimpered, knees coming together so she had more room to maneuver if she wanted, and he arched his spine, pressing his feet against the desk to lift off the surface partially.

[bunsofsteel]

She did maneuver up further, just enough to keep her body hovering over him and sink her teeth into the skin around his nipple, tugging firmly with her teeth as she dragged her nails up his side to take the neglected nipple between two fingers and pinch at it.

[youngesthokage]

He squirmed under the attention, breath hitching as he whined, arching toward her mouth half with the desire to ease the pressure and half to get closer, breathing speeding to soft pants.

[bunsofsteel]

She arched above him to deny any further pressure, instead continuing to nip and tug at his skin, digging nails in over his other nipple lest it feel neglected, then pulled back to grin at him again. "Were you going to do something, Itachi-sama~?"

[youngesthokage]

He made a needy noise at her and opened his eyes when he noticed they'd fallen shut, squirming against the table. "No?"

[bunsofsteel]

That noise was a good start, but it wasn't enough. Not if he wanted her to tease him like he'd said earlier. She bit again, nails scraping against his skin. "Really, Itachi-sama~?"

[youngesthokage]

His breath shuddered in and he groaned, arching into her hands. "I... No?"

[bunsofsteel]

"No?" she repeated with another grin, raking her nails up his side again before leaning down and taking his nipple in her mouth to roughly tease it again.

[youngesthokage]

His groan sounded more haggard this time and he pressed his fingers into the desk, shifting and curling a leg up to press against her. She was, after all, straddling him.

[bunsofsteel]

It was a higher-pitched sound at the sudden press, but she didn't relent, leaving his nipple be for a moment to trail her lips further up to bite his throat, other hand's fingers toying with the slick skin she'd left behind, alternating sharp rakes with little tugs.

[youngesthokage]

He threw his head back, panting and giving her breathless, low moans as he arched his spine, trembling as he squirmed under her and tried to get closer with his hands planted on the desk.

[bunsofsteel]

Again she arched up, intentionally moving away from his body to keep at it, intending to hurt with her teeth and her nails, doing the best she could with the tools at her disposal. "Well, Itachi-sama~?" she breathed against his neck, just before biting again, leaving what would surely be a visibly brutal mark without healing.

[youngesthokage]

He jerked a little, half toward, half away from the motion as he keened loudly, hands finally leaving the desk to catch the sides of her dress and jerk her closer to him.

[bunsofsteel]

She gasped at the jerk and immediately removed her hands from his chest, reaching for his wrists to try to yank them away and slam them to the table, if he'd let her. "Itachi-sama!" she warned breathlessly.

[youngesthokage]

He whined immediately, resisting only a little before remembering himself and letting her force his hands away, leaning up to nuzzle at her.

[bunsofsteel]

Keeping her firm grip on his wrists, she tilted her head for a hard, rough kiss in response to the nuzzle, though she pulls back again almost immediately. "Beg for me, Itachi-sama~" she ordered in a harsh whisper, lips curved into a smirk.

[youngesthokage]

He followed the kiss when she pulls away from it on another whine, though when she spoke he subsided, licking his lips as he took a shaky breath. "Tenten."

It was a plea really, the way he said her name, and he shifted under her, restless and very turned on.

[bunsofsteel]

"Tenten what?" She bit harshly at his collarbone, tugging the skin there and dragging her nails up his chest, enough to start breaking skin, just barely.