It felt extremely odd, but Deidara couldn't bring himself to really do anything about it. He really wanted to push Sasori away and tell him that it wasn't going to work, but there was just something about the moment that stopped him and prevented him from doing just that.
For someone so cold and boring all the time, Sasori's lips felt surprisingly warm and alive on Deidara's: the puppeteer had closed his eyes, leaving Deidara alone to experience the awkwardness that was him kissing another guy.
Deidara glanced nervously at the door, and, seeing no one, decided himself to just relax.
After all…he thought. How would it hurt me, hmm?
He stopped the kiss and shifted over on his bed. Sasori took the invitation somewhat eagerly and slid under the covers. Neither of them had felt another body in such a close proximity on a bed before and, while they both thought of it in a different way, they had to admit it felt kind of good. The fact that both of them weren't actually wearing much was an added bonus.
And for once, Deidara noticed how milky Sasori's skin looked: most of the time, it was hidden beneath the thick cloth that was the Akatsuki coat, and Deidara had not had the pleasure of seeing it in all its blemish-free glory. He couldn't help but reach over, as if entranced, and touch his own slightly tanned finger against the pallor of Sasori's arm.
Sasori watched him closely, seeing his younger partner in a much different light now that he was literally in bed with him: in light of the context, he saw Deidara as very eligible rather than very annoying. After the little taste before, he suddenly craved for more, but something told him it was better to do it slowly. Even though he was around thirty, through his life he had barely gotten any sexual experiences, though he had received plenty of invitations to. And it was now that he felt that he would accept those invitations, only right now he was the one doing the inviting.
His teenage frame made him smaller than Deidara, but he knew that he was always in the position of dominance. He reached over and pulled Deidara's body onto his own, quite liking the feel of Deidara's lean torso against his own. He was fully aware that he was cradling one of his own gender in his arms but the years past that contained not a memory of touching anyone like this before made Sasori hungry—for anything. He brushed the lock of blonde hair gently off Deidara's face and kissed him on the cheek: an almost motherly gesture if Sasori wasn't gripping Deidara's hip with his other hand in a way that made Deidara nervous. Sasori, his fingers still digging into Deidara's hip, nudged Deidara in the nose with his own and locked onto the younger boy's mouth at the first opportunity.
No matter how predictable it was, it took Deidara by surprise purely because he still thought it weird that his partner's thirst for this sort of thing made him turn to Deidara to quench it.
Sasori, having never kissed anyone else before, was surprisingly good at it. No shit, Deidara thought. He's good at everything. Sasori pulled Deidara a little closer, groaning a little as the blonde's body rubbed against his own. He wondered why he'd given all this kind of stuff a miss all those times.
He deepened the kiss and in seconds found himself reaching for his own pants, a movement which made Deidara, unbeknownst to Sasori, eyes widen in a complicated mixture of shock and curiosity.
Is he going to…?
Sasori broke off the kiss with a shuddering moan that in turn made Deidara suddenly aroused: not at the fact that Sasori's pants were about to come off but at the fact that he had just heard the infamous Sasori of the Red Sand moan…in pleasure. That and the fact that he was sharing his body with Deidara made the Iwa nin feel suddenly territorial. Hence, he was all of a sudden more eager than Sasori about this whole thing. He closed his fingers around Sasori's, much to the puppeteer's surprise and glee, and helped him yank his pants down.
"Deidara…," Sasori said somewhat warningly as the blonde began to reach for his own pants. Sasori was a little worried that since neither of them had any previous experience in this department that they were going to hurt each other if they weren't careful: and Sasori knew Deidara was impulsive when excited.
But Deidara paid no heed and had himself completely undressed in no time, his lips pressed against Sasori's throat, his darting tongue leading slick traces of wet stuff on Sasori's skin. He couldn't understand the sudden change in Deidara's approach on the situation, but, of course, didn't disapprove. He shifted a little, sliding his lithe body further beneath Deidara's. His eyes were drawn to the bundle of stitches on Deidara's chest.
"It's just another one of these," Deidara held up a hand and grinned as the mouth there chomped its teeth as if in greeting to Sasori. Sasori grabbed that hand and pulled it down, breathing hard as the previously untouched part of him down there met Deidara's.
"Shit," he whispered. His eyes fluttered and Deidara just laughed.
"I have to admit, danna," he said, removing the locks of hair that had been plastered to Sasori's cheeks by sweat. "You look really good when you're…naked," he blushed a little as the words left his lips. He still couldn't believe that he was possibly going to lose his virginity to his partner, another male, Sasori.
"Shush," Sasori couldn't help but smile. It was getting a little hot in the room, but he knew it was only going to get hotter, so he didn't complain. His hand slid down the arch of Deidara's back, the movement aided by the slicks of sweat that had cumulated there in a thin film, and pushed down, smiling in satisfaction as he felt Deidara's crotch against his own.
Things were only going to get better.