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]

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.

[bunsofsteel]

She presses back down against him before her fingernails rove up to his neck, just gently scraping against his skin. "I said play," she growls into his ear. What that meant, she'd leave for him to decide~

[youngesthokage]

He whined, honestly bewildered as to what she wanted, and he ran his fingers up over the cloth, kneading her skin through the material as his hands slid to her breasts with an almost questioning hesitation before he squeezed and swept his thumbs.

[bunsofsteel]

His thumbs left the silk rubbing against her body in entirely new sensation, a small gasp escaping her lips as she arches into his touch and presses down more firmly against him.

[youngesthokage]

He let his head fall back as he kneaded and petted, watching her through his lashes as he arched his back, pressing up eagerly to meet her movement.

[bunsofsteel]

She starts to move her hips slowly back and forth against his in tiny motions as her nails continue to scrape along his neck and body in a teasingly light, barely there pain, her eyes fluttering shut.

[youngesthokage]

He could feel the warm wetness of her through the thin material of his pants, and he whined softly, carefully running his hands back down before sliding them under the edge of the dress, one not making it past there as the other wandered to head back to one of her breasts. He was going to dare if she would let him touch her that intimately.

[bunsofsteel]

Her eyes open halfway at the new touch, and she gazes down at him before arching her hips up for space and her breast forward into his hand, supporting the entirety of her weight on her knees. One of her hands trails down to rub against him through the material of his pants in encouragement, breath picking up in anticipation.

[youngesthokage]

He mewled, fingers stuttering on her for a moment before he started to circle her nipple with his thumb, his other hand curling against her to hunt for the spots she liked even as his hands trembled.