Izuna:

The giddiness filled me up, consumed me. I was so excited, I couldn't sleep. Tobirama Senju played a song, I thought, smiling like a madman as I lay in my bed. Tobirama Senju played a song he'd made just for me!

I tossed and turned in bed, but I wasn't annoyed at my inability to sleep. I just couldn't believe it. I couldn't believe what had happened.

Suddenly, my phone pinged. I threw myself over it where it lay on my dressing table.

Tobirama Senju: 'Are you awake? xx'

Me: 'Yes, xx'

Tobirama: 'I can't sleep, xx'

Me: 'Nervous about tomorrow? xx'

Tobirama: 'No. It's because I'm thinking about a certain someone ;)'

I shrieked. I almost didn't dare to open them back up in case I had imagined it all. But when I opened my eyes, his texts were still there.

Me: 'Whoever might that be? I'm jealous, xx'

Tobirama: 'You have no reason to be, xx'

I hugged my phone to my chest, giddy. This can't be happening. This just cannot be happening.

Tobirama Senju: 'Play the questioning game with me, Izuna'

Me: 'What's that?'

Tobirama: 'Simple. You ask me a question, I answer it. Then I ask you a question, and you answer it.'

Izuna: 'Ohhh, exciting! Shoot!'

Tobirama: 'Favourite colour?'

Me: 'Red and turquoise, especially together.'

I took a deep breath. Do it. Do it!

Me: 'Sexual orientation?'

Tobirama: 'Can we say I'm Izunasexual for now? ;)'

Yes yes yes yes yes yes YES! Oh, yessir, we can!

Tobirama: 'You?'

Me: 'I'm gay :*'

Me: 'What kind of man do you like?'

Tobirama: 'I like all sorts. But I have a preference for feminine men. Not transwomen as I see them as true women. But I like a man that is comfortable wearing something very feminine, a dress even.'

I smiled. Oh, he was going to love me.

Tobirama: 'I want to touch your face...'

I felt a shockwave through my entire body. Holy shit.

Me: 'I would take your fingers into my mouth, though...'

Tobirama: 'Fuck, Izuna...'

Hahh...

Tobirama: 'I can imagine your sweet tongue on my fingers.'

Tobirama: 'I wouldn't be able to help but remove my fingers and put them in my mouth just to taste you.'

Holy shit holy shit holy shit holy FUCKING shit.

Me: 'There is a more effective way to taste me, Tobirama Senju x'

Tobirama: 'I wouldn't know where to start.'

Me: 'Try.'

Tobirama: 'Do you sleep naked?'

Me: 'Yes...'

Tobirama: 'Then I would start with your collarbones, down your chest. Then up again to your neck, your jawline. Izuna, you have a BEAUTIFUL jawline! Your chin...'

Me: 'I'm shivering all over, holy shit.'

Tobirama: 'Your lips... Then back down your neck, your chest, your stomach... I would lick around your navel. Would you give me permission to go further down?'

Me: 'Yes, Tobirama, yes...'

Tobirama: Aaaahhhh, what are you doing to me, Izuna??????'

Me: 'Tell me, I want to know what I'm doing to you'

Tobirama: 'My hand is sticky. So are my sheets. And it's not only because I'm sweating.'

Me: 'Fuck me...'

My breathing pace was skyrocketing. I had the most insane erection which was pouring, and I snaked my hand down to it.

Tobirama: 'Have you come?'

Me: 'No... You?'

Tobirama: 'Not yet. Close though.'

Me: 'It's not enough... My hand will not be enough...'

Tobirama: 'Izuna...'

Me: 'Eat me, Tobirama.'

Tobirama: 'If I were next to you... Fuck, the things I would do to you. I would eat all of you. Your stomach. Your thighs'

I shivered and beat softly down my flesh.

"Hahh..."

Tobirama: 'Your dick.'

I stayed quiet for a while, beating myself, my precum lubricating my length so much it was as if it was covered in melted butter.

Tobirama: 'I'm going to come Izuna. But I don't want to come before you.'

What a gentleman.

Me: 'I'm coming, too, Tobirama.'

I was panting, drops of sweat running down my face. My hips started to convulse as I came closer and closer.

"Hahh... Hahh..." I panted and then I screamed his name as I came pouring down, my back arching, pinching my eyes closed, putting my hand over my mouth to muffle out my scream. The orgasm went on and on, left me a shivering mess on the mattress.

Tobirama: 'Are you there?'

Me: 'Yes... Yes'

Tobirama: 'God, I wish I was there to see that...'

Me: 'I wish you were here, too...'

Me: 'Is it... Going to be awkward tomorrow when we meet?'

Tobirama: 'Yes.'

Tobirama: 'But I'll love it ;)'

Me: 'Will you be able to sleep?'

Tobirama: 'Doubt it ;) But I will try. If I know you are all right?'

God, he was sweet.

Me: 'Thank you, I'm very well.'

Tobirama: 'Good night, Izuna. See you tomorrow.'

Me: 'Good night, Tobirama, xx'

Tobirama: 'xx'

I fell asleep almost immediately. 

Tobirama:

I lay in my own cum, enjoying the sensation of the warmth of it slowly cooling off. I leaned my head back, smirked beside myself. What the hell had just happened? I wasn't used to these kinds of things. Not at all, in fact. I preferred keeping to myself, and never attached myself to anyone, just keeping myself to my career and my music.

God, seeing him tomorrow... It made my nerve endings tingle with anticipation in a way it only did before concerts.

But without the nausea. 

I walked down the corridor, did my best to muffle my steps which was hard as the heels were hard and the floor was wooden. But I really wanted to quiet them down.

Because someone was playing a wing.

I was arriving at the ginormous arena where the charity concert would be held. It was still morning, but I wanted the full day to prepare, to get in the mood for things.

And also, I wanted some time here before Izuna came to have some time to think about how meeting him again would be after last night...

But I was taken aback to hear someone playing this early.

I slowed my steps, tried to listen. It was improvised, and beautifully composed with high notes in moll, lustful and sad at the same time. It wasn't a world-class concert player, but rather, there was a roughness to the playing, but that roughness was genius, suiting the style. The person playing obviously knew what they were doing. It was musically sweet, easy to the ears, almost like a voice singing and so very different from everything I ever played. I stepped closer and closer to the backstage area where the music was coming from.

And at the wing backstage, not mine that was already on stage but a different one that was still extremely high-quality, sat Izuna, eyes closed, swaying his body as he played. 

Wow...

It was so much feeling behind Izuna's every movement, so much pain and lust and love that poured from his heart to his fingertips that I almost became too shy to watch. It was as if I watched a very, very intimate moment between Izuna and a lover, and I almost became jealous of the wing he was fingering...

I swallowed.

I sat down on the floor and listened to him finish his music.

Izuna:

I slowly let the music die underneath my fingers, ebbing away in a clinking of tones. How long had I played? Probably an hour.

I had woken up early, without an alarm, wondering what that tingling, happy sensation in my stomach was. Then I had remembered... Tobirama! I had smirked like a madman and had been unable go back to sleep. I had to check my phone over and over to see if everything had truly happened.

It had...

As I had been unable to sleep, I had taken my car and started driving the three hour drive to the city where the concert was being held, packing a light bag as I was staying in a hotel room over the night. I had stood in my closet for a while, going back and forth between two garments before choosing the one and packing it. I had checked in to my hotel room, left my bag on the luxurious bed and then left for the short walk to the arena in this new city.

I had been there earlier than anyone else, going to the reception to get my backstage pass. I had been so nervous to see Tobirama again, I had basically been trembling. Which was why I had decided to start playing. I'd had couple of ideas that I needed to get out on the piano, anyway. So I had sat down and played.

And I was still at the piano, having played for hours. It felt good. So, so good. And when the last tone died, I felt a heavy hand on my shoulder.

I jumped to the heavens.

"Jesus fucking Christ!" I screamed.

The hand jerked back.

And I turned round to see Tobirama, an amused smile on his face.

"Oh, fuck..." I whispered.

He had his phone in his hand, and mine pinged.

Tobirama: 'Fuck, indeed... ;)'

I looked down, blushing like mad. God, he was even more handsome today, his white hair a mess, freshly washed, a light stubble on his cheeks. He had his arms crossed over a crisp, blue shirt he hadn't tucked into his black trousers. I'm not prepared! I'm not prepared to meet him! I haven't even had THREE fantasies about how cool I'm going to be yet!

I felt his finger underneath my chin, tilting it up to him, making me look him into his eyes. He wrote on his phone.

Tobirama: 'You're good. Like, VERY good.'

I smiled. "Thank you", I said shyly.

Tobirama: 'And I'm not just talking about the piano ;)'

I blushed like an idiot. He looked at me and smiled, the red stripe on his chin slightly crooked as his smile was crooked. Then, he nodded once and turned away, taking his smile with him, leaving me with my own smile on my face.