It's just that kind of day.

[youngesthokage]

The lure of sleeping in after the night before had been intense, and thus it was more than understandable that when the other two went off to tend to things like sparring and shopping, Itachi had instead burrowed himself more deeply under the covers. He would get to these things, yes, but he was just... sleepy.

Though, he would freely admit that perhaps part of it was motivated by the fact he really just wanted to see if anyone would -let- him sleep in.

(OOC: Not just for his housemates. Those willing to come drag him out of bed who know where he lives are welcome too. Even if just by way of banging on the door.)

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[youngesthokage]

He held perfectly still at the sensation of nails at his eyes, but the second her hands moved away, he was up, pressing into the kiss eagerly as he trembled under her, breathing quick.

[bunsofsteel]

It was getting way too easy to forget what she'd started here, but after a long moment, she pulls back and lets her hands trail through his hair to pull him back to the futon. "I'm going to go train now, Itachi-sama," she purrs, shifting back to deliberately rub herself against him before trying to move to her feet. "Unless you've got a better idea~"

[youngesthokage]

It was sound that broke first, unable to keep the silence as a whine escaped him, eyes finally cracking open to show crimson as he turned his head to track her. It was fairly clear that he -wanted- to simply grab her, but his self control hadn't cracked quite that far.

[bunsofsteel]

"Hey!" In an instant, her hand is back over his eyes as she drops back down again, her fingernails biting hard into his shoulder and dragging down his inner arm to leave angry lines behind. "I said no peeking and no noise! Weren't you listening?"

[youngesthokage]

He squirmed under the action, breathing rough and fast as he nodded shakily, hands tight on the covers as he shifted a bit, his sleep pants far from comfortable currently as he arched up to the rough touch.

[bunsofsteel]

At the shift, she presses her knees more tightly together, making sure he wasn't going to tug those pants off by sliding against the futon. The hand on his arm drags fingertips down his chest, saving her nails for later as she leans in again. "Kiss me before I change my mind again."

[youngesthokage]

He pressed up to kiss again as soon as she spoke, releasing the covers with one hand to press up to meet her, rough trembles running down his spine as he struggled to keep quiet, though the edges of sounds that were mostly choked were starting to escape even with the kiss.

[bunsofsteel]

This time she lets him have the kiss, roughly pressing back and tugging his hair again to force him back to the bed, actively trying to coax more of those sounds. With each choked half-sound, she 'punishes' him with another swipe of nails and a firm growl to mean no, though she can't stop smirking. Her own breath is threatening to come in short pants just from the sheer heady rush of power accompanying this, but she wasn't quite willing to give it up just yet. Not until she got that self-control of his to bend a little~

[youngesthokage]

The second she had him flat again he twisted his fingers back into the bedding, but that bit of self restraint was all the constant assault was leaving him, and in direct opposite to her rebukes, louder and clearer noises got free of him, his body arched as he pressed into the kiss rather desperately in spite of the hand in his hair.

[bunsofsteel]

Alright, that was enough. Her hands move down his arms in a sharp rake of nails, pinning his hands to the bed as she breaks the kiss with a gasp. "Open your eyes," she purrs against his lips, then shifts back to settle her weight over his sleep pants.

[youngesthokage]

He shuddered hard, arching immediately toward her as his eyes fluttered open, crimson and unfocused as he whined softly, leaning up after the slight break of the kiss.

[bunsofsteel]

Hands occupied with keeping him pinned, she centers her weight more firmly against him and leans back, the hem of the dress barely covering much at all with the motions. "Do you like it, Itachi-sama? I got it for you two~"

[youngesthokage]

She was asking him a question. He didn't care what it was and really couldn't fully make sense of it beyond that she was asking if he liked something. He immediately nodded, sinking back to the bedding as she got out of range.

[bunsofsteel]

It was easy to tell he was distracted, and she pins his wrists more firmly to the bed in response, nails starting to dig in against his wrists. "Do you even know what I'm asking, or are you not listening again, Itachi-sama?"

[youngesthokage]

Oh, that was more complicated and he picked out listening... "Like?" It was a husky murmur, practically a whimper as he squirmed.

[bunsofsteel]

"So you aren't listening." She pouts at him and presses his wrists to the bed again before bending her knees to start to stand. "I guess I'll go find somewhere else to wear it, since you're not appreciating it~"

[youngesthokage]

He grasped the concept of leaving, and whined, staring up at her as he shook his head, clearly trying to work it out given her movements.

[bunsofsteel]

"Well?" she presses, going back to her knees over him but staying upright as she crosses her arms. "Say something!" Her fingernails move to his abdomen, digging in hard against the muscle there as she stares at him with a smirk.

[youngesthokage]

His breathing practically stopped for a beat before he whined and arched harder. His voice was husky and barely audible. "Stay?"

[bunsofsteel]

There was that tone of voice again, the one that made her shiver as she smirks and drags her fingernails up. "If I stay and let you touch me, what am I going to get out of it, huh?"

[youngesthokage]

At this point he was clearly trying to focus on her words, and he stared up at her face for a long beat before speaking carefully. "Whatever you want."

[bunsofsteel]

Satisfied that she has his attention to listen, she leans in close again, hands coming up to his shoulders as she purrs a question into his ear. "Do you like my dress, Itachi-sama?"

[youngesthokage]

He slowly forced his eyes from her face, breath hitching as he looked over her. "Yes."

[bunsofsteel]

"I have more." She nips down hard on his ear and gives it a sharp tug before leaning in even closer. "So play with me, Itachi-sama, won't you?"

[youngesthokage]

His hands were quivering as he reached to touch her, fingertips gliding up her thighs before he pressed his palms firmly against her skin, arching up a little so he was pressed against her through the cloth.