Itachi/Deidra

Itachi turns Deidara into art.

A sweaty, flushed blond was blind folded and bound by rope, bent over a cum covered adjustable black leather bench. His red ass raised proudly in the air as his heaving chest pressed into the lightly padded surface. The soft black rope wrapped intricately around his thighs and ankles keeping his knees permanently bent as his arms were pulled up under him and bound between his knees. A spreader bar prevented Deidara from closing his legs together and another bar was secured behind his neck making it impossible for him to move.

"You like art, hn?" A husky baritone voice purred.

"Yes," Deidara whimpered out against the sudden bulbous intrusion. Itachi had inserted a clear silicone butt plug to keep his claim from spilling out.

"Then how about we turn you into art?" Itachi nipped at his blond bombshell's ass cheek making Deidara shudder.

He had just cum, but the implication had him hardening embarrassingly quickly. The unscented candles Itachi had been burning all made sense now.

"Please," he begged. He couldn't fucking wait.

"Hn," Itachi hummed darkly before blowing the red and blue paraffin candles out. "Hold tight for just a sec."

Deidara had no idea what Itachi was doing and with his head pinned down by a bar and blind folded, he couldn't follow the soft padding of feet exiting the room. Anxiety bubbled in his belly, he never knew what Itachi was going to do, but he was never let down.

When he heard Itachi re-emerge, Deidara could hear a slight clinking sound but he wasn't sure of the source.

"Are you ready?" Itachi's voice was silky and sensual as he picked one of the extinguished candles up in each hand.

"Yes," Deidara's voice shook with anticipation as his dick twitched out beads of pre cum.

Itachi wasted no more time. He tilted the candle allowing the melted wax to pour down and trickle across Deidara's toned, sloped back. Gravity pulling the wax naturally as it rolled down abstractly.

"Ahh," Deidra moaned as the hot wax left a scorching tingle in its wake. He loves the burning numbness that started to zigzag his back.

"You want more?" Itachi's tone was firm but laced with desire as he finished the with melted red wax.

"Please?!" Deidara's voice was pathetically desperate.

"How can I deny you when you beg so prettily?" Itachi cooed wickedly.

Itachi tipped the blue candle and revelled in how his lover writhed under the pleasure he was giving him. Itachi's breath hitched as he watched the intricate designs he poured cascade down the natural curve of his lovers spine. Deidara's flat shoulders and raised ass helping the wax dribble down his sides and towards his restrained neck. The mix of vibrant colours criss crossing over Deidara's fair back was magnificent.

"You look so fucking beautiful like this. The most exquisite art I've ever seen," Itachi growled in delight as he placed the candle down. His own leaking erection bobbing proudly as he walked.

"Y-yeah?" Deidara's voice quivered. His mind was reeling, his skin tingled delectably warm and it only added to the pit of arousal building in his core. He wiggled as much as his restraints would allow, feeling the solidified wax pull tautly against his soft, pale skin.

"Yes, so fucking pretty for me," Itachi affirmed with a husky voice as he walks in front of his bound lover. With one hand he removed the silky, black blind fold, in his other hand he held a tumbler with ice in it.

The blond squinted furiously as his eyes adjusted to the room's soft lighting. He immediately noticed the glass in Itachi's hand.

'Ah, so that's what it was,' inner Deidara shivered as goosebumps already began to form in anticipation.

Itachi didn't miss the body language his lover was giving him. As he picked up a piece of ice he leaned over and whispered darkly in Deidara's ear. "You didn't think I was done with you yet, now did you?"

A shudder wracked through Deidara, he didn't know what else he was in for but he knew it was sure to be a bang. He couldn't fucking wait.