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 gave her a long, lazy blink. "I think you've scolded me very thoroughly. Is there more you feel the need to scold me -for-?"

[bunsofsteel]

"Mm..." She just gazes up at him a moment, then lets herself fall back to the futon, hands trailing along his shoulders. "You're not kissing me right now, for one~"

[youngesthokage]

"How remiss of me." He leaned after her, pressing his hands to the futon on either side of her head as he leaned down to kiss her.

[bunsofsteel]

"Mmhm," she agrees, parting her lips for the kiss and letting her hands trail through his hair with only the barest tug near his scalp before her hands come forward again, nails dragging gently along his collarbones and down the insides of his arms.

[youngesthokage]

He groaned, tilting his head as he deepened the kiss with slow intensity, shifting his position a little to press closer to her.

[bunsofsteel]

She squirms at the increase of intensity, a soft moan escaping her lips from the warmth of his body against hers. Her own head tilts to seal their lips more tightly together as she pushes back, both hands tightening on his arms to push herself up that slightest bit more with a needy groan.

[youngesthokage]

He shivered over her with a groan, sucking on her lower lip before shifting to press his groin against her belly, shivering at the feel of the cloth on the sensitive skin.

[bunsofsteel]

She can feel him against her belly through the cloth and moans again, reaching back into his hair to tug his head back, pulling free from the kiss to press her teeth to his throat and nip hard against him.

[youngesthokage]

He went with the pull, shuddering hard as he arched his spine, giving her a breathless groan.

[bunsofsteel]

She continues a line of nips down his throat, swiping her tongue over the bites before forcibly tugging him back down. "You're allowed to touch me, remember?" she gasps before tugging him in for another hard kiss.

[youngesthokage]

He moaned into the kiss, a hand sliding to her chest after brushing along her shoulder and collarbone, and he squirmed backwards a little, stretching his spine as he kneaded his other hand down her front.

[bunsofsteel]

She presses up against his hand with a breathless whimper into the kiss, fingernails scraping back down his neck and inner arm, other hand buried in his hair tight enough to yank to make sure he didn't try to move away.

[youngesthokage]

He gave her soft whines into the kiss, finally finding the hem of the dress and brushing his fingers up under it, though he had to flatten his hand to slide it down between them to touch her given his position.

[bunsofsteel]

Silk doesn't stretch, and she lets out a soft whine, not wanting the dress ruined by his hand. Too distracted to really give it much thought, she only presses up against his hand the best she can with a moan as her eyes flutter shut.

[youngesthokage]

He shifted his weight at the lack of give, and was quite pleased when he had more room to work with after leaning up on his knees. and he got his fingers town between them to press them against her groin, balance careful as he had no hands to brace on now.

[bunsofsteel]

A high-pitched whine escapes into the kiss as her fingers tighten, arching her hips into his hand with another needy moan. About time he picked up where they left off!

[youngesthokage]

He shifted on his knees a little, only touching her with hands, one over cloth, one under as he carefully plied her delicate areas with attention, where she was touching him, and the kiss in his bid to keep balanced.

[bunsofsteel]

She squirms beneath his hands, letting out small whimpers and gasping moans into his kiss before finally pulling back with a sharp gasp, needing to breathe.

[youngesthokage]

He had no choice but to let her, whining as her grip in his hair kept him from following, though he didn't stop his actions, little pants escaping him as he focused.

[bunsofsteel]

"Itachi," she all but whines, head back against the covers as she arches her hips again. "Not... not fingers, please..." Half-opening her eyes, she glances down his body with a low sound, spreading her legs as much as she can with his own in the way.

[youngesthokage]

He had a moment of incomprehension before he figured out what she was saying and that alone made him groan, pulling his hand back away from her and bracing it as he shifted his position to let her part her legs as he got one between hers.

[bunsofsteel]

She hisses when he pulls his fingers back but immediately lets her leg fall to the side, propping a foot up for extra leverage. Her hands she finally releases from his hair, letting them fall to the futon until he's finished positioning himself, panting in anticipation.

[youngesthokage]

He took a shaky breath before pressing himself to her, rolling his hips carefully as he thrust inside, his hand at her chest sliding down to catch her hip.

[bunsofsteel]

Her fingers clench tightly into the futon as she lets out a long, shuddering moan, lifting her hips into his more firmly now that she has the added leverage of her foot against the ground. Eyes half-lidded as she pants, she brings a hand up to his hair again, trailing her fingers through his bangs before giving them a sharp tug.

[youngesthokage]

He gave her a whimper and rolled his hips, planting himself more deeply inside her before he leaned down and kissed her again, shifting on his knees to find the best angle before he started to move.