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]

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.

[youngesthokage]

Unlike last time she tried to use her hands, it didn't take him long at all, his hands coming to a halt as the edge of nails in such a sensitive place proved to be too much, a keen breaking past his lips as he made a mess of his pants.

[bunsofsteel]

Before she could stop it, a small whine escapes her lips when his fingers stop, but she draws back away from his touch, pulling her hand out and using it to tug his soiled pants out of the way before smirking down at him. A shift up as she leans in to press a chaste kiss to his lips and smirk. "How was that, Itachi-sama?"

[youngesthokage]

He pressed up toward the kiss with a soft groan, eyes utterly hazy as he looked at her and his body going relaxed under her hands. He had the vague awareness he should be reacting but it was... delayed.

[bunsofsteel]

She just keeps gently rubbing her fingertips along his chest, pressing a soft kiss to the hollow of his throat and nuzzling gently there in something that couldn't be mistaken for anything but a loving gesture. "Relax, Itachi-sama."

[youngesthokage]

He made a soft inquisitive noise, then slid his hands to rest on her upper thigh and belly as even that light kiss made him shiver.

[bunsofsteel]

"Relax," she murmurs again, a hand coming up to stroke gently through his hair as she presses another soft kiss to his lips. "You wanted me to play with you, right?"

[youngesthokage]

He gave her a small, shaky nod, watching her through his lashes as he panted softly, trying to catch his breath.

[bunsofsteel]

"So just relax for me," she murmurs against his skin, fingertips trailing across his skin until her palm presses against his heart, just content to let it beat against her fingers. Her other hand strokes through his hair, then down along his side, just gently touching him, soothing the places she'd gouged with nails before.

[youngesthokage]

Even that sort of soft touch made his skin jump and his breath hitch with his current sensitivity, and he made more little noises at her, barely audible as he arched up just slightly with each brush of her fingers. Much of his earlier tension was gone though, and the movements were far softer now.

[bunsofsteel]

She keeps brushing her fingers over his skin as she leans up for another gentle kiss, hand trailing as far down as the side of his rear before coming back up again.

[youngesthokage]

He gave her a soft almost moan, back arching to follow her hand as he kissed back, eyes almost completely shut as he further quieted under her.

[bunsofsteel]

She shifts back without breaking the kiss, bringing one leg up and over so she was to his side instead of straddling him, and uses a hand beneath his back to tug him closer to upright. Her other hand runs down his arm to the elbow, guiding it to wrap around her if he wanted to hold her.