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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[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.

[bunsofsteel]

His touch was different from Sasuke's; different, but it still left her gasping for breath, hips immediately pressing against his fingers. Using one hand against his chest to keep her balance, she digs her fingernails in and lets her other hand dip below his pants, massaging the skin just above now.

[youngesthokage]

He whined as he arched against her, fingers flexing to a tighter press and hold as he squirmed, utterly needy under her hands.

[bunsofsteel]

She lets out a gasping, keening moan of almost pain as his fingers tighten, hips jerking hard into his fingers in response as her eyes fall closed again. Her fingers move down lower to trace the base with the barest touch of nails, then move lower to what's behind.

[youngesthokage]

His breath hitched in sharply at the feel of her fingers on his delicate places, and he stilled his body, focusing a bit more frantically on rubbing and touching her, getting the sense that doing well would get a reward.

[bunsofsteel]

She can't muffle her own sounds now, starting to writhe under his fingers as her grip tightens lower down, thumb rubbing and nails biting just lightly, not sure what his pain tolerance would be for something like that, but trying to get him off with her hands alone in the hopes that maybe she'd be able to keep up without getting completely exhausted this time.