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 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.

[bunsofsteel]

She keens loudly before her lips are sealed with the kiss, and she immediately presses back with a whimper, rocking her hips into his eagerly.

[youngesthokage]

He shuddered,only staying still for a beat before he started to move, quickly hunting for the best pace, determined to make her feel good.

[bunsofsteel]

Once he hits he, he should be able to tell, her gasps turning into whimpers with every thrust as her fingernails drag at his skin to pull him in.

[youngesthokage]

He practically melted under her demanding touch, picking up speed and keeping that same angle as well as he could as he finally pulled off the kiss, panting against her lips.

[bunsofsteel]

As soon as the kiss is broken, she sucks in breath in shuddering, whimpering gasps, fingernails gouging into his skin as her head falls back against the futon, just trying to hold on and move with him.

[youngesthokage]

That was fine, that let him focus as he shifted just enough so he could lean down and teethe her nipples through the silk as he moved, giving her a variety of low noises of his own as he did.

[bunsofsteel]

That earns him a loud, shivering outcry followed by muffled whines that she doesn't even try to muffle, her back trying to arch even as she doesn't slow her motions against his hips, almost frantically thrusting against him now.

[youngesthokage]

He sped his thrusts, panting even as he sucked through the cloth, tightening his teeth on her as he resisted the rising urge to lose control.

[bunsofsteel]

Her gasps only grow faster and higher in pitch the longer this goes on, but she's determined to hold on longer than Itachi. It's hard to think, but the only thing that comes to mind is to bring both hands up and desperately rake her nails along his back and shoulders.

[youngesthokage]

That was enough to snap the fragile control he had been holding over himself, and he let go of her with his mouth to press his face against her collarbone as he shuddered, pressing tightly to her as he finally hit release with a low keen.

[bunsofsteel]

Oh good. Another louder outcry the sound of his keen as she finally lets herself lose control, fingers digging in hard as she rides it out with a shudder. Her head falls back to the futon with the force of it all as she just tries to control her breathing now, little whimpers escaping with each breath.

[youngesthokage]

He sank down against her partially as he slowly came down from the orgasm, panting against her skin as he struggled to collect himself enough to move even a little.

[bunsofsteel]

She doesn't want him to move just yet, wordlessly wrapping both arms around his shoulders to hold him in close, one hand's fingers combing through his hair again as she lets her eyes fall closed.

[youngesthokage]

He shivered, making a low pleased noise at her as the tension eased out of him so he sank down against her fully, nuzzling under her chin.

[bunsofsteel]

She ducks her chin down to brush her lips gently against the top of his head with a smile, then lets herself relax back against the futon as if completely boneless beneath him.

[youngesthokage]

He nestled close, breathing slowly settling down as he made himself comfortable, clearly willing to not move if she didn't want him to.

[bunsofsteel]

That was a nice change, and she just let her fingers lazily trail through his hair as she finally feels like her breathing has calmed enough to speak. "You know, you're a terrible influence," she murmurs against the top of his head.

[youngesthokage]

He made a small questioning noise, pressing his face up under her chin.