This chap is shorter than any other I've done but I'm out of creativity here! And I have school on Monday…my Xmas holidays are over with a capital O. Well, normally, I would be starting on Wednesday (Tuesday is Australia Day : D ) but since I: a) go to an all-girls school and b) am, this year, a senior, I have to be school to meet my "little sister"… joy.
Since neither of them had known anything much about, well, being in bed with another person, neither of them knew exactly what they wanted to do first. They were both fully aware that if they made too much noise, they'd be in trouble. However the endless amount of the time ahead of them balanced that out. No one would actually question their absence. As self-proclaimed artists, they both spent hours on time in their own room, so if neither of them were present the next morning, no one would bat an eyelash.
Not that the Akatsuki actually cared about each other that much.
Sasori ran his hands down the length of Deidara's body. He'd touched many human bodies before—it was part of his job as puppeteer—but he'd never actually felt one that was still pumping blood, still fully able to move. He'd only ever touched the ones that were close to death or were dead, stone cold. Deidara, on the other hand, had never actually touched anyone for so long. Ever.
Sasori, supremely satisfied, ran his hand back up and pushed Deidara's head down so that their mouths met. Deidara was more eager now, his slightly dry lips enveloping Sasori's, his tongue darting in and touching Sasori's all in a swift movement. Both of them had completely forgotten about how they'd started: instead, they were both wondering how it was going to continue. While Deidara only focused on Sasori's mouth, Sasori was trying to remember how each and every part of his body felt with Deidara on top of him. And as he was trying to imprint this all into his mind, he felt himself become—
"Ouch," he breathed, pulling away slightly from Deidara and looking down. Deidara chuckled to himself, not having to look down but wanting to because he wanted to see it. He could feel it against his leg.
"Aw, Sasori no danna, " Deidara said, reaching down. Sasori inhaled sharply as Deidara's hand neared. He couldn't possibly hold it in much longer.
To satisfy myself he thought quickly. We're gonna have to do more than just his he grabbed Deidara's wrist and in a moment had Deidara pinned down on the bed. Sasori got on top, and suddenly felt euphoric, an odd, rare feeling for him. He took in how vulnerable Deidara looked and that his blonde partner was now his for the taking: everything that was a part of Deidara was now available to Sasori.
A sudden, wild thought crossed Sasori's mind.
His heart thumped against his ribs in retaliation to the sudden thought. He suddenly felt nothing but a strong desire to make that thought an experience and, when it was over, a memory.
He yanked the blanket from where it was entwined in their legs, partially beneath Deidara, and threw it onto the ground. He wanted nothing between them.
Sasori glanced at Deidara.
"What are you going to do?" Deidara asked.
Sasori didn't answer. He leaned forward again and gave Deidara several gentle, brief kisses to calm himself down. He let his mouth linger over Deidara's for a few moments. Then he slid down. He looked at the…thing between Deidara's legs.
It can't be that difficult… he thought.
Sasori had never been so tentative about something before, but when he impulsively gave it a swift lick, he couldn't stop the hot ball inside him that was growing by the second and consuming him in pangs of shameless desire. He caught most of it in his mouth and was rewarded for his venture when he felt Deidara buck slightly in response.