Hashirama's hands are gentle as he runs soap through Tobirama’s hair. Deft fingers long familiar with Tobirama’s sensitive scalp move quickly, taking care to pause every once in a while to massage away any soreness from before.
Admittedly, Hashirama can get a little carried away.
"Does it hurt?" Hashirama asks.
Tobirama trembles in his arms, panting as Hashirama rolls his hips up in a steady thrust, never breaking rhythm as he washes Tobirama’s hair.
When Tobirama fails to respond right away, his body already spent of all that he can give, Hashirama lays a gentle kiss to his shoulder- a warning of an inevitable promise.
Even if he had the strength to think, never mind talk, Tobirama would never admit to the ache in his scalp from where Hashirama gripped his hair in an unforgiving hold as he held him face down on the bed, fucking into him at a brutal pace- teeth gnawing at the skin of Tobirama’s neck before licking and kissing away the initial sting of his teeth.
Tobirama would never admit to the soreness of his hips from how wide Hashirama pushed his thighs apart as he rolled him over and fucked him again, watching as he sunk into Tobirama again and again, claiming what had always been his over and over.
Hashirama was never shy about his jealousy- though he never once worried or doubted Tobirama’s loyalty, that didn't mean he wasnt irked by unwanted eyes following Tobirama wherever he went.
Tobirama knew that look- that wide smile paired with cold eyes, never towards him, but to whomever stood a little too close, to whoever spoke a little too familiarly for Hashirama's comfort.
Tobirama would never admit to the way he aches even now, dead weight in Hashirama’s lap. Even as Hashirama continues to fuck into him Tobirama refuses to tell him to stop simply because he doesn't want him to.
Everything that he is, even from the beginning, had always belonged to Hashirama.
It doesnt matter if he is sore, if he aches, if it burns- none of that matters because Hashirama's breath at last has begun to shudder. No longer is it steady and unhindered- now its staccato- labored and quick as he rolls his hips up in an unforgiving pace.
He will come soon and Tobirama hopes it will be inside him this time.
Hashirama is still gentle as he washes Tobirama’s hair though and such control only tells Tobirama this night is still far from over.
Tobirama’s cock gives a feeble twitch at the thought and Hashirama, so attuned to Tobirama’s body, laughs in delight.