The smell of cinnamon cookies landed on my skin, mixed up with the fragrances of me to create something even more delicious.

It went well with the smell of the wood of the cabin. Everything inside was wooden, and I loved it. It was so different from Tobirama's apartment, not a plant to be seen anywhere, which I guessed made sense, seeing he probably didn't have time to be here that much to water them. It was modern, with an open kitchen and living room, and a big bedroom with lovely, white pillows and the fluffiest white duvet I had ever seen.

And Tobirama looked beautiful here. It suited him, a cabin surrounded by nature where he could relax.

Now, I stood in front of the mirror in the bedroom, completely naked as I caressed my body, massaging the body butter into every corner of it. I like the gift. I liked it a lot. It was of good quality, yet it wasn't a way for Tobirama to show off his money. It was just a normal, thoughtful gift.

I sighed, then grabbed my hairband and pulled it out. I took a brush out of my bag and brushed out my hair, still healthy and shining since Callum cut it.

"Izuna? Would you like a grilled cheese sandwich?" Tobirama shouted from the kitchen.

"Yes, please!" I shouted back

Then, I made a decision.

I took a deep breath, and with one final look at my naked body in the mirror, I walked out of the bedroom.

Without putting my clothes on.

"What type of bread? I have dark bread and white-" Tobirama looked up, and his breath caught in his throat.

He couldn't speak. He had just picked up two bags of bread and stood frozen in place, holding them up. His lips were parted. Under different circumstances, I would have laughed at him. But I couldn't. Not now. Not like this. My heart was pounding the entire time, so hard it was almost painful. Yet it was nothing compared to the pain I felt caused by the longing.

"Umm... Hi?" I whispered, looking down with a blush.

I had to push away any thoughts about what I was actually doing, or I would crumble. But I was never, not once, unsure about whether or not he wanted me. I knew he wanted me. Had known for some time, now.

"I want you close to me", I whispered.

My words had the desired effect of waking him out of his frozen state. He put the bread down and sneaked up close to me. The way he made contact was painfully hot, connecting our hips, keeping a slight distance between our chests, connecting our foreheads and sliding his hands around my waist. I closed my eyes, enjoyed the smell of closeness from him, of after shave and cherry liqueur and mint and skin.

"I am going to make love to you", he stated bluntly yet softly.

"Please", I whispered.

He backed me up slowly until he had me captured against the fridge. I gasped as the cool metal of it touched my naked skin, but Tobirama wouldn't let me budge; he still had his forehead pressed to mine. I heard his breathing deepen. He was behaving like a predator waiting for the perfect moment to attack his prey, and I would gladly be eaten.

"You have an advantage over me here", he murmured.

"What do you mean?" I asked in a low voice.

"I've never been with a man before", he confessed, and I melted.

"How do you know I have?"

"Am I wrong?" he asked huskily.

"Fuck you", I whispered.

"Nahh", he said, grabbing my chin with his index finger. "Despite your experience, I fuck you in this relationship."

And he kissed me.

God, he was a good kisser. Painfully slowly, be burned my lips to charcoal, always hot, never obscene. He used his tongue carefully, and it felt like petals in my mouth.

He grabbed my thighs then, lifted me up and pressed me against the fridge and kept kissing me for a while before taking me to the living room and laying me on the couch there. He stood up and looked at me, his bright eyes so intense I could hardly stand it. I lay naked, splayed against the expensive fabric of the couch, like an object lain on a beautiful background to be painted. Tobirama looked like a marble sculpture, his fairness enhanced by the panoramic view of red behind him, where the windows opened up to the autumn landscape with the sparsely growing trees.

He was wearing his suit, having picked me up directly from work. It sat so well on him, it made me feel an itching kind of terror. When he unzipped his trousers and placed a hand on my head to take my mouth to him, I felt I couldn't start sucking him soon enough.

"Ahh", he sighed, and I felt his fingers entwine in my hair, showing me what pace he liked.

I blushed as I worked him, using my saliva and his taste as lubricant, until he pulled me up to him to kiss me so he could taste himself.

He took me standing behind me, me on all four on the couch with my face close to its back which would be perfect for biting it if I couldn't stop screaming.

When I couldn't stop screaming.

He encircled my opening with his thumb, but I wasn't having that. I wasn't having any of that.

"Take me... Now..."

But Tobirama just laughed darkly.

"Do you know who I am?" he asked hotly. "What makes you think you can decide?"

And he slid his thumb in.

And he much watched some sick porno involving two men because the things he could do with his thumb were just insane. I moaned and screamed and it turned him on to such an extent, he started moaning, too, even if his other hand was on my waist and so he wasn't touching himself.

I was a leaking, shivering, horny mess when he finally turned me around. His eyes glued to mine, he undressed, and his beauty intensified thousandfold as I saw his well-sculpted body that I had suspected he had but never dreamed to imagine as it would make me succumb and die.

He placed my legs on his shoulders, his soul to mine and he started fucking me.

We couldn't hold on, neither him nor me. He tried; oh, he tried so badly. He tried to stop before he came but it was too late because I came, screaming, and he pulled his dick out of me so I could come on it, and that sensation was too much for him because he slumped down, one hand on either side of my shoulder, screaming into my mouth as he came on me, too.

He lay panting, his cheek to mine, hiding from me. I smiled, still panting, and placed my hand on his neck.

"Are you shy?" I asked.

He just nodded.

In that instance, I loved him. I loved him so much. I put my arms around him, held him closed, kissed the top of his head.

And when he had recovered, he switched places with me so he was holding me and it was magical. He got up and made me hot chocolate with whipped cream. We finally had our grilled cheese sandwiches, slightly burnt since we ended up kissing again. He dressed in the cosiest open grey cardigan over a tight, black T-shirt and sweatpants while I lay naked on the couch. We hugged like that. We kissed. We fucked again.

It was the best night of my life.