As they're wont to do, Hashirama and Madara start their morning with playful banters and of course, teasing. (Hashirama being a pretentious little shit.)

Fluff. A very light dose of NSFW content.

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Madara rolled out of bed. He glanced at the window and saw the ray of sunshine coming from the outside through it. With eyes still half-shut, he lazily traced the beam of sunlight which landed on the naked muscular back of a familiar figure lying beside him.

It made him wonder how Hashirama was still soundly asleep.

Hashirama was lying on his stomach, his head facing Madara, a soft snore coming out from his slightly ajar mouth. His face looks so calm, so...at peace.

"Oi, Senju, time to wake up," Madara motioned groggily, gently shaking the Senju's body.

No response.

He then decided to let him sleep for a few more minutes. Hashirama came home late last night after all. The Hokage's workload was heavier than usual and it's been like that for almost a week now.

Madara got up from their shared bed. He walked across the room and headed for the bathroom. After taking a shower, he returned to the room. He wrapped a towel around his waist, drying his long wet hair with another one.

"Hashirama," he repeatedly called out, each one louder than the last, but the brunet still would not wake up.

Madara sighed. He put the towel which he was using to dry his hair on the bedside drawer then climbed on the bed. He moved his face closer to the Senju and whispered to his ear. "Hashirama, wake up."

Hashirama shifted in his sleep so that he was now lying on his back. His face and Madara's became even closer. Madara smirked. Instead of being annoyed, he chose to take advantage of the 'situation'.

He leaned in and placed a soft kiss on Hashirama's lips. The Senju's eyes twitched slightly at this. Madara smiled and repeated his previous action, kissing him longer this time.

To his surprise, Hashirama smiled a little. For a second there, he thought that his lover had finally woke up. "Hashirama, wake up," he murmured still. He was answered with a pair of hands wrapping around his waist.

Now, Madara realized that Hashirama was onto something but he definitely won't allow the brunet to have his way on this.

Madara straddled his waist. He pecked his lips once more before trailing small kisses on his jawline going down his neck. He lingered there, pressing feathery kisses on every inch of Hashirama's skin.

If you're not going to wake up, I'm gonna make you.

He nipped and bit certain spots on his neck, eliciting a very restricted moan from the Senju. Madara smirked against his skin. He slowly rocked his hips against Hashirama's. He made sure to leave some marks on his neck before his mouth found its way to his toned chest.

He continued leaving heated kisses on Hashirama's perfectly chiseled abdomen until he was only mere inches away from the waistband of Hashirama's pants. He noticed the growing erection beneath it. Madara looked up to see his face—Hashirama was struggling to keep his eyes closed and his lips tightly sealed, probably to keep his moans from escaping.

Seeing this, Madara knew that he won. He abruptly got off Hashirama's waist and left the bed.

The sudden loss of weight pressed against his body caused Hashirama to finally open his eyes. He saw Madara, making his way to the closet.

"Madara~"

"So you're finally awake."

"Please get back here," he whined like a child.

"Uhm...no. You have to get up now."

"But—"

"No buts. You have a meeting with the other Kages, don't you? Hurry up now or you'll be late." Madara reached the closet and grabbed a pair of clean clothes.

Hashirama quickly got up and walked with heavy steps until he reached the Uchiha's back. He hugged him from behind, resting his chin on his shoulder and nuzzling his neck. He closed his eyes and hummed.

"Good morning, my love."

Madara's cheeks turned a light scarlet. "Good morning...Senju," he mumbled almost inaudibly.

"I love you."

Madara didn't respond at that.

Hashirama's body felt comfortably warm against his rather cold skin. They stayed that way for a couple of minutes.

"Hey Senju. Let go of me already."

Adamantly, Hashirama tightened his embrace. "I will, when you say you love me."

Madara shook his head and sighed.

"I love you, Madara."

"..."

"I love you, Madara."

"..."

"I love—"

"I love you, too. Idiot!"

Hashirama's eyes quickly opened and he smiled widely. He pecked Madara's cheek before letting go of him, only to gently turn him around and kiss him lovingly on the lips.

"Care to finish what you started?" said Hashirama rather playfully when he pulled away. His eyes darted down on the tent in his pants.

Madara glared daggers at him, his lips were sealed tight.

"Okay, okay, I'll go take a shower now." Hashirama grinned then walked towards the bathroom.

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