The other day I saw an ask talking about Obito/Izuna and so I went ahead and read that one goddamn fic this ship has. I don't know whether to curse you or to thank you because I ship it so hard now. This is (shipping) hell on Earth.
“You’re not going to destroy the village with Mokuton or something, are you?” Izuna asks, but Obito can feel the way his cock twitches at the thought and has to laugh. Gods, that’s a familiar feeling, even if this is his first time looking at it from the other side—he used to react to Kakashi like that, when they were teenagers. Power might as well be an aphrodisiac, to the Uchiha.
“I don’t know,” he answers, letting his head fall back, his muscles relax. It’s as much of an invitation as he can show, pinned down like this. “Do you think you’re good enough to make me?”
“Fuck,” Izuna says, almost a prayer. “I’m definitely going to try.”
His expression is enough to make Obito laugh, but Izuna steals the sound from Obito’s mouth, topples forward to brace his elbows on either side of Obito’s head as he kisses him, deep and thorough and slow. Obito wraps his arms around Izuna’s shoulders, gets his hands in that satiny hair and pulls, and Izuna rolls his hips up into him, drags soft silk over Obito’s hardening cock and makes him jerk.
“Why are you still wearing clothes,” Obito demands, rhetorical and frustrated, and shoves at the ties on Izuna’s robes, works at the knots with fingers that aren’t nearly as steady as they should be. He can kill a man without his hands shaking, but gods forbid he try to undress one.
Izuna’s grin is clear, breath-warm against his cheek as he drags his lips over the curve of Obito’s scars. “So that you can get them off of me, obviously.”
Obito rolls his eyes, but the way he’s shoving Izuna’s robes from his shoulders with clear desperation gives lie to the annoyance he’s trying to hide behind. Izuna shrugs out of them, quick and graceful, and Obito has no idea why he’s here, why he’s in Obito’s bed when practically anyone in the village would trip over themselves just to have his attention, but he’s hardly about to argue.
“Come on, come on,” he huffs as Izuna shoves his pants and underwear down. The instant the other man is free of strangling cloth Obito drags him back, lets them collide as Izuna takes his mouth again, licks inside to tangle their tongues as he hitches Obito’s hips up, spreads his legs and shoves between them. He pulls Obito up onto his thighs, slides his knees beneath him and leans forward like he’s going to fold him in half.