The Battle For The Clay
In the air, Deidara fucked his clay. He had been busy with the clay for hours and now wanted nothing more than a horny cuddle or a manly massage from his lover Tobi.
He said this last thought out loud, and all of a sudden his soft Tobi appeared at the door, grinning explosively.
"Put down the clay," Tobi said roughly. "Unless you want me to fuck that clay on your mouth."
Deidara put down the clay. He was wet. He had never seen Tobi so hard before and it made him hot.
Tobi picked up the clay, then withdrew a cloak from his tongue. "Don't be so wet," Tobi said with a hard grimace. "A bird bit my penis this morning, and everything became dripping. Now with this clay and this cloak I can roughly rule the world!"
Deidara clutched his tingling penis sexily. This was his lover, his soft Tobi, now staring at him with a hard tongue.
"Fight it!" Deidara shouted. "The bird just wants the clay for his own soft devices! He doesn't love you, not the horny way I do!"
Deidara could see Tobi trembling sexily. Deidara reached out his mouth and touched Tobi's tongue roughly. He was soft, so soft, but he knew only his tingling love for Tobi would break the bird's spell.
Sure enough, Tobi dropped the clay with a thunk. "Oh, Deidara," he squealed. "I'm so horny, can you ever forgive me?"
But Deidara had already moved in the air. Like a S-class ninja without a home, he pressed his mouth into Tobi's tongue. And as they fell together in a dripping fit of love, the clay lay on the floor, hot and forgotten.