Tetsuhide was not above admitting that he was a breast man. Hanako had a lovely pair, a touch on the large side after her pregnancy, but still marvelously supple and quite lovely, with dark brown areolas and pert nipples.
That didn't mean he was opposed to men, of course, otherwise it would never have worked out with Hanako; she was a gregarious girl, but Hiroki had been there first. Still, while fucking Hiroki, or Hanako, or both of them at the same time, was fun, he did occasionally wish for another girl to join them in bed.
It probably said something about his lover that Hiroki would be so willing to be female just for him.
Hiroki was handsome. Not so much in the face, though there was nothing to object to there; more in the way the Uchiha looked at them when he thought they weren't paying attention, that sweet longing look. It was almost impossible to find a ninja without a fairly decent body, and Hiroki was no exception; lithe and toned, with just the right amount of muscle definition so that when he bent backward while riding Tetsuhide's cock you could almost think he was carved from marble, and a diligent finger could trace out the edge of all the major muscle groups to elicit faint squeaks of surprise. All the tattoos were actually kind of nice too, if a little strange, for they provided a roadmap of sensitive points across the Jounin's body.
Hiroki was beautiful. Her features edged very slightly towards androgyny, though since his features were normally a touch feminine this wasn't unattractive. The sharp planes were softened, the flat expanse of muscle gentled into soft curves, long legs and delicate fingers, generous hips, and those tits! Absolutely perfect; nicely round, just the right size so he could wrap his hand all the way around and knead them, bouncy and perky with cherry pink nipples the same color as her lips. Goddamn her lips; male or female Hiroki could suck the rust off a kunai and look great doing it, looking up at him with that sort of desperate, pleading-
Ah. Right. The desperation.
Tetsuhide slowed his exploration of Hiroki's mouth and pulled back a hair to breathe her in.
That was something he had always found simultaneously saddening and enticing. Hiroki was desperate. It was a quiet thing; you'd only find it if you looked hard, but it was there all the same. In the slight twitch when he smiled, in the little movement of tongue over lips when you said his name, in the way Hiroki liked to be on top, regardless of whether it was Tetsuhide or Hanako fucking him.
It wasn't about control, that position, not really. It was more about being able to react. Hiroki would let you do whatever you wanted to his body (and if what the Hyuuga had heard was correct, his entire relationship with the Mitarashi girl was based off of that) but he wanted to be able to see how you responded. He wanted to be on top because if he was on top he could see all of you, see what you liked, see what made you twitch, what made you sigh, what turned you on, what turned you off; it gave the Jounin leverage to move, to act, to try and please you.
Hiroki looked back at him, the flicker of worry lingering in the back of her eyes. He had stopped kissing her, was she doing something wrong?
The Chunin smiled softly and moved in again to nip at her neck with the edge of his teeth, and she sighed a sigh of relaxed tension and pleasure.
It wasn't hard to keep Hiroki happy. You just had to tell him what a good boy he was, compliment his technique, let him know you thought he was pretty, make sure he knew you appreciated the long ripple of muscles in his ass almost painfully tight in the velvet heat like a snake swallowing your member because holy shit how did he know how to do that?
Sometimes it almost made Testuhide want to laugh. Hiroki was S-rank, an Uchiha no less, it would take the Jounin less time to annihilate him than it would take most people to cough. But when they were together like this you wouldn't know it. Vulnerable. That was the word. An unstoppable titan on the battlefield, tearing through enemies with ease, but get Hiroki behind closed doors? Get her clothes off, and your tongue on her nipple, and your finger slicking through her slit as she whimpered ever so quietly like she was afraid someone would hear her dirty little secret?
She was as human as anyone else. More so, even. Hanako had told him of the first date, the moment of surprised incomprehension 'why would anyone want me?' because strength was all anyone wanted of Hiroki, all anyone looked for in a ninja, a tool for Konoha, a machine to carry out orders that wanted more than anything simply to not be afraid.
And he could give that to her. He could look at her and want her, not because she was the fastest shinobi alive, not because she could weave genjutsu as easy as breathing, not because she could die and come back and die again in the endless war… but simply because she was. Because she liked to cook, and hummed little snatches of song in a made up language while she did. Because she liked to be pet like a cat, careful fingers trailing through that ash black hair and scritching at the scalp. Because she would do anything, absolutely anything, to keep him and Hanako and little Saiko safe.
She sank back onto the futon while he hovered over the creamy expanse of her body, her legs spread and open to him. He let the tip of his nose trail down her breastbone while he positioned his tip, rubbing the round head of his cock through her wetness a few times before settling at the mouth of her entrance. Hiroki looked up at him, her brows faintly pinched as her breath came just this side of unsteady, that pleading, hungry look, love me, need me, fill me-
Tetsuhide slid home, driving a little gasp from the girl as he popped right through a faint barrier on his journey down the depths of her velvet tunnel. He blinked in surprise and Hiroki smiled up at him with that timid, scared little smile.
"You made yourself a virgin?"
"Well, it was just, anatomically correct to do so since- Ah!"
He buried his face in the hollow of her collarbone as he pulled back and slid sharply home once more. He had to hide a little grin; of course she would. She gave another soft sigh, that little sound of enjoyment, another little quirk, like she was trying to hide how unraveled she'd become under his questing fingers and hungry mouth and iron hard shaft-
She flexed around him, milking him gently with her pelvic muscles, trying to pull him deeper still and he gasped at the sensation of her warm, wet walls caressing his length.
"Hiroki…"
Her hands tangled in his hair, pulling him close, so his chest rubbed at the erect tips of her nipples and she could hide herself in the shadow of his long ink-blue strands.
He let his mind fill with her as he stroked in and out, a steady metronome beat in time with his breath, ghosting across her skin and bringing back to him the scent of jasmine and cherries and copper-
He rocked back, slowing for a moment while still seated deeply inside of her, looking down at where they connected, where her flesh split and stretched around his member in luscious folds, that succulent pink clinging tight around his cock. Hiroki's eyes flickered red for a moment and her insides spasmed and writhed around him. The Hyuuga smiled ever so faintly, ever so fondly. His face must have done something worth remembering.
"Want to fuck you, want to pound you, want to fill you to bursting so everyone can see you're mine, walking around town dripping me from your pretty little pussy…"
Tetshuide gripped at her hips as he whispered to her, digging in with the faintly calloused tips of his fingers before smoothing it away with gliding strokes of his hands while he rocked ever so slowly back and forth, falling back onto his heels before rolling forward so the tip of his prick rubbed and massaged at the roof of Hiroki's pussy. He couldn't get enough of her, of touching her, feeling her skin under his palms, the grip of her cunt around his shaft, the little secret gasps and whines that snuck out of her mouth, the look on her face as she lost herself in the pleasure, eyes half closed, lips faintly parted in a pant as she mouthed his name-
He channeled chakra to his eyes, activating his byakugan, a move that brought a frantic little squeak worming out of his kitten as she bit her lower lip, flushing it a darker pink while her pupils dilated in excitement. It was an odd kink for someone not Hyuuga, but he rather enjoyed that she enjoyed it.
He looked inside her, where her muscles twitched and squeezed around him, where her heart beat faster and faster in her chest, where her hands clutched at her own tits and gripped them like lumps of sweet mochi. His hand drifted from her hips to her clit, rubbing the little nub with his thumb so he could see her entire body react, a little shiver racing through her, from her mouth falling back open, to her nipples perking up just that fraction more, her vagina clamping down like a vise, her hips jerking up into the touch, her toes curling as she squeaked out a little sound of bliss. His hand rubbed higher, pushing down against his own length were it pressed up against her skin, settling right at the top where her womb was resting so with a little pressure he could gently nudge forward and rub her cervix with the helmet of his cock.
"So deep, so willing, such a good girl, you're such a good girl, you've got such a good pussy, such a thirsty womb, so ready for me, so hot, so wet, so tight, so good…"
Hiroki gave a noiseless scream of pleasure, hands flying to her face to cover her mouth as her eyes shuttered closed, head thrown back to thrust her breasts up towards him. How could he refuse such an invitation?
Tetsuhide bit and sucked in sharp little movements, summoning up a fresh flush of blood under the skin as he pinched at the fluffy swell of her mounds with his teeth and tongue. Her hands flew from her mouth to his back, nails digging in to leave faint trails even as her legs snapped closed around his waist as he picked up the pace once more, pulling back slow only to slam home again, a piston driving towards completion, pressure building and compressing in his beloved's core visible in the progressive tightening of her walls around him till it was almost painfully tight save for the slick easing the way, so wet each pounding stroke made a small squelching noise.
He didn't want it to end so soon. The Chunin paused, pulling out to Hiroki's audible whine of dismay, before he gripped her shoulder and flipped her over, face down into the mattress, one hand holding her there while the other pulled up her hips.
He slid back in with a rush, rippling muscle surrounding him once again, so good, so tight, so warm, so wet, so good-
Harder, faster, stronger, like his cock was a hammer trying to smash the orgasm out of the younger ninja, so hard he would have worried about bruises but Hiroki was a medic and she would let him wreck her body, destroy her utterly, dig his nails in till they carved bloody trenches, gnaw on her skin till his teeth marks never faded, bend her over and pound her till she couldn't stand, stretch her out and leave her gaping and twitching and never again to be satisfied, she would let him-
With a strangled moan he reached out a hand and wove it in her hair, pulling her back till his chest pressed against the suppleness of her back, the faintly rough lines of her tattoos sliding against his own nipples as he clutched her to him. His hand slid from her hair to her throat, ever so gently wrapping around with just enough pressure so he could feel her swallow, feel her breath, feel the hummingbird thrum of her pulse under his thumb like the fragile thread of life it was and she just reached her hands back to clutch at his hair, locks of ink staining her unblemished shoulders. His other hand moved to her stomach again, pressing down to shorten her tunnel ever so slightly, so he could see the punching head of his dick thump into her womb just begging to get in-
Tetsuhide's teeth nipped at the tip of Hiroki's right ear, her sweet spot so often unattended, just a little pressure, just enough force to say 'you're mine', and she was gone.
He would have worried his hand around her throat had gone to tight she almost sounded like she was choking, the little hiccupping gasps of noise as she nearly seized around him with her orgasm, tiny breaths as her vagina convulsed along his length, her abdominal muscles jerking as the waves of pleasure blew through her in mind blanking intensity and the mouth of her womb, that little rubbery ring of muscles at her cervix opened just the tiniest bit to suckle at his cock slit in sweet imitation of Hiroki's lips.
Her name left his mouth in a silent scream as he came inside her, spurts of burning semen pulsing down the length of his penis to blast her insides, to try and fulfill her body's unspoken plea, fill me, complete me, breed me-
He fell forward on top of her, crushing her into the blankets, hips jerking sharply forward in an unconscious drive to get that little bit further inside her, push his seed that slim inch deeper into her fertile pussy, thick ropes of it splattering against that final barrier and just a trickle managing to make it that tiny bit further inside, to try and find that egg, to make that belly swell, to fill her with life, his life, their life, a new life growing in the hollow of her cunt, and all it would take was another sweet drop of his cream inside her-
They trembled together in the aftershock, every twitch of her pussy around Tetsuhide's length summoning up a little jab of his hips, which in turn made Hiroki buck under his weight and spasm once more in a vicious, delicious cycle as they slowly sank from that blissful plateau.
It was a monumental effort, but he pulled back on her shoulder while falling backwards himself, so she was resting on top of him. It took a bit of wiggling but eventually they were chest to chest and he was still inside her, still resting in the warm glove of her flesh, still soaking her insides with his cum, staining her womb with his essence- he jerked a little again as one last, half-hearted spurt left the tip of his cock to join the pool at the back of Hiroki's pussy. He could feel her smile press against his collarbone as his fingers trailed down along her spine, soothing the little bumps of her vertebrae as she hummed in quiet contentment.
"I love you."
His words were scarcely above a whisper in the darkened room, but he could feel the small motions of her lips and feel the spots of wetness from her tears as she mouthed what she could never say back.
I love you too.