@zilveninde 苦あれば楽あり.
interesting.
— that’s to say, itachi’s redundant attempts to be q u i e t like it’d help - that’s pretty interesting.
they’re both light sleepers && though accustomed to one another’s presence, this is not so far-reaching as to unmake one’s instincts.
&&, well. even here in their home, ‘tachi smells little like mikoto. the soft hush of hair && fabric as they are disturbed, the quiet touch that preludes another rustle - their intent is lost on his senses, but it’s too far out of the ordinary not to rouse him.
awareness smells of itachi && [ waxed floors, spices, clear air ] — feels like a crick in his neck and the tingle of fading sense-memory. there’s no presence other than theirs && no urgent message to cling to his mind as itachi moves away.
shisui finally blinks, checks the room. tries to find another’s gaze -
“ — what is it? ”
what’d he miss?
⦓義務⦔–––
Oh! It seems like Shisui wasn’t asleep--and the left part of his upper lip twitches down. He should have foreseen this..considering that Shisui is just as talented as he is, after all. “Hm? That?”
Itachi plays it off like it’s no big deal--like it’s something he does with him every day, often--and he forces his quivering lip still. He can still feel the smooth of Shisui’s cheek on his lips, the warmth of him-- and his fingers find his lips with no hesitation.
He wants another. “Something that you’ll have to learn to like, I suppose.” Said blandly, a small smirk adorning his lips as he takes a step toward him--and then, almost teasingly, “Unless you don’t want affection free of strings?I mean..come on..who would put up with an asshole like you, eh?”
The last sentence is a tease--though it’s something that he’s been doing for a while, he’s never flirted so openly before. But here he is, flirting. Openly. With Shisui. He hopes the other doesn’t take it as a joke.