Tobirama would never admit to it, but he might take a bit too much joy in making Madara flail awkwardly. It was probably his brother's fault; Hashirama had never been graceful once in his life, and Tobirama had long since linked Hashirama's stupid flailing to an instinctive flash of fondness in his chest.
Apparently, the same held to Madara.
So. Tobirama apparently really, really liked making Madara flail and lose his voice out of sheer surprise or whatever else he could get from Madara. It was just so amusing to watch. And it always made Tobirama want to smile, even when they were in the middle of an argument and he also wanted to just punch the stupid man in the face.
It was a surprisingly sweet way to ease his own irritation, Tobirama discovered.
This time, he wasn't irritated with his partner. He wasn't even irritated in general, to be honest. He was just bored.
(a bored Tobirama, most Senju could tell you, was just as dangerous as an irritated one)
He was stuck in the Tower, working through a useless pile of reports that all seemed to say the exact same thing — and which were, majorly, supposed to be Hashirama's responsibility — and he just. Wanted a break.
And Madara just happened to walk in just in time.
Tobirama smiled to himself, seeing how Madara walked closer and stopped, staring at him suspiciously. That was nice, too. Seeing Madara trying to work out his plans before he fell straight into it. It always reminded Tobirama of how smart and dangerous his partner was, despite his ridiculous habit of flailing all the time.
"Tobirama…" Madara started threateningly, eyebrow raised and jaw clenched just so. Tobirama almost felt sorry for what he planned on doing.
Almost. "Madara." He returned with a bland tone he knew left his partner even more suspicious.
When they just stood there staring at each other for a second more, Tobirama smirked, getting up and approaching Madara.
Before Madara could actually question him on what he was doing, Tobirama leaned in and stopped a short centimeter from Madara's lips, close enough to smell the sweet tea under Madara's breath and waste half a thought to considering whether he'd still be able to take Madara for a tea break after this.
(probably yes)
Then, Madara shortened the distance between them himself, growling impatiently against Tobirama's mouth as they crashed together.
Tobirama breathed out slowly, enjoying how determined Madara seemed to be to derailing Tobirama's thoughts. It would have worked out, too, because Madara was an excellent kisser, all passion and enthusiasm together with a very considerable amount of technique that usually would leave Tobirama at least a little bit dizzy.
Today, though, he had a plan, so despite enjoying himself a lot, he still held on to his last bit of conscious thought as he kissed Madara back just as enthusiastically.
When Madara sighed lightly against his lips, absolutely lost to the kiss, Tobirama hid his giddiness and willed just a tad bit of chakra to his hands.
And slid them under Madara's shirt, touching him directly to the warm skin on his back.
Madara flinched back quickly, hissing in surprise as his eyes widened. "You…"
Tobirama laughed, resting his head against Madara's shoulder as his partner grumbled and called him names and bristled beautifully, his own chakra working overtime to warm Tobirama's hands. It was a bit painful in the first moment, a sharp shock of different temperatures, but Tobirama could play nice when he wanted, and he knew Madara deserved at least that as payback, honestly.
Besides, he got what he'd been looking for. The look in Madara's face when Tobirama touched him with cold hands was lovely.
And the way he allowed Tobirama to just rest against him and laugh was even better, even if Tobirama suspected Madara to be planning his revenge already.
Getting his humor back in check, Tobirama turned his head to press his lips in a lingering kiss to Madara's throat.
"Break?"
Madara sighed with his whole body, shaking Tobirama slightly. "Yes, you jerk. Let's take a break."