{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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[itachi_san]

Normally, Itachi would close his eyes, but he kept them open this time. The sparkle in his partner's eyes was hypnotizing. He couldn't break away.

But he returned the kiss, as deeply and passionately as he always did. And he leaned back on the table as the Hokage leaned forward.

[youngesthokage]

He lingered over the kiss for a long moment before pulling back, making a low noise as his smile deepened. "Perfect."

[itachi_san]

Itachi sat up a little, sliding back on the table. His toes curled against the edge of the wood and he spread his legs wider. He rested his elbows on his knees and leaned in.

"What's perfect?"

[youngesthokage]

"Mmm. Seeing you seeing me." He slid his hands out, running his fingertips along his arms. "Perfect."

[itachi_san]

Itachi raised his eyebrows playfully.

"Maybe... I'd like to see even more."

[youngesthokage]

He blinked, then hummed lowly. "Really now. And does this more involve me giving you a show love?"

[itachi_san]

"I'm not used to appreciating you with all of my senses." he blushed a little, fingers tracing a thin line down past the Hokage's waist. He was so used to touch because there really was no other way. But now... "I guess I'm... a little bit lost..."

[youngesthokage]

He took his hand and brought it to his lips, sucking a fingertip. "I'll be happy to show you whatever you like."

[itachi_san]

"I'd like... to see you get excited." The downward path of his eyes told the Hokage exactly what he meant by that. "I'd like to see you see me get excited."

[youngesthokage]

He laughed lowly and shifted his stance, holding the other man's hand to his chest as he tossed his hair behind his shoulder. "Very doable love."

[itachi_san]

Itachi smirked playfully.

"Then by all means, please, do."

[youngesthokage]

He hummed, wandering his hands lightly down his own chest, watching him as he contemplated how to go about this. He hadn't really gotten to ever put on a show for his lover before, after all.

[itachi_san]

Anticipation was written all over his face.

[youngesthokage]

Seeing that he wasn't being looked away from, he eased back a little, within easy grabbing distance, but no longer leaning into his lover as he wandered his hands up, loosely carding his hair back as he stretched, arching. "Mmm, so -complicated.-"

[itachi_san]

"We are complicated people..." he smirked, glancing at the Hokage's hand as it ran through his hair.

[youngesthokage]

"Who shouldbe excellent with putting on shows." He flashed a smirk as he said this, trailing his fingers down along the back of his neck to his shoulder, his other hand wandering to his belly in lazy fashion, seeing if his lover followed the motion.

[itachi_san]

His eyes followed the hand motions easily.

It was actually a little bit of a struggle not to reach out and touch him the same way.

[youngesthokage]

He noticed the twitches, then stepped closer, fanning his fingers over his hip as he watched the way those eyes followed him. "Yes?"

[itachi_san]

Every pose the Hokage struck was graceful, elegant, stunningly beautiful. It was clear that Itachi was fascinated by every movement, even the small, subtle ones.

[youngesthokage]

He arched into a lazy stretch, shifting on his feet as he wandered his fingers down to brush along where he was half hard from the focused attention. "Were you wanting me to be a bit more pro-active love?"

[itachi_san]

Itachi licked his upper lip. He was turned on, not just by what he saw, but by what he imagined himself feeling.

"After all these years, I'm having trouble not being pro-active for you."

[youngesthokage]

He laughed lowly and made a low noise in his throat as he lazily stroked himself to full arousal. "You know you're more than welcome to interrupt the show."

[itachi_san]

He couldn't resist sliding off the table and strolling toward his partner. He slipped behind him, resting his chin on the Hokage's shoulder. One arm wrapped itself around his chest. The other wrapped around his waist, immediately sliding down.

Itachi didn't need to look. Over the past several years, he had come to know every inch of his partner's body by feel alone. But he did look - as their hands switched places, as he pinched the erect tip ever so gently, as the Hokage's movements became that much more enthralling.

[youngesthokage]

His break sucked in at the touch, a jolt running down his spine as he leaned into him, fingers sliding up his arm as he took an unsteady breath. Nothing stole his composure faster than being touched, after all, and that wasn't about to change. He tipped his head back to his shoulder, watching him through his lashes.

[itachi_san]

Itachi turned his head, catching his partner's eyes as his breath hitched.

"So this is what you look like, when you're excited." he kissed into the base of his neck while continuing to stroke him. Slowly and gently at first, and then a little bit harder, a little bit faster. "So very captivating..."