An upward curl of his mouth quickly followed on the heels of her submission to the kiss he'd been so kind as to grace her supple lips with.

!

And there it was-- her sweet sounds, perfect albeit brief and subtle. Sounds he'd unconsciously yearned for since the last (and first, really) time she had crippled his composure through such simple means.

Now, however.. he was more prepared, and did not falter beyond the tight, white-knuckled closure of one trembling fist. It was little more than a mere crack in the otherwise impenetrable shell that was his tough exterior, certainly nothing to be proud of..

That is, not until a rogue touch invaded the underside of his shirt and made contact with his warm navel. Ambushed, every square inch of such instantly prickled with goosebumps. He parted his lips to speak, but nothing left them; her cold fingertips had stolen his voice with the smallest of efforts.

When she repeated his name in that poised and delicate way that she always spoke, the Uchiha puffed out a scratchy breath that felt like it had been held for a lifetime.

Just when the tension in his toned frame had begun to slack, when he felt her withdraw, he stiffened, as if bracing for something. Slender digits caressed his strong hand and drew it closer to her body. The taller Akatsuki clenched his jaw and resisted the instinct that urged him to refuse the gesture out of respect for her.

Yes, that.

She did not shy her glance away, but kept it firmly locked with his own. Remarkable as ever..
Obito swallowed hard, like there was a rock lodged in his throat. He told his legs to stand, but they declined.

Her mouth brushed over his once more and black eyes lost focus almost immediately, the sharp glint dulled by a hazy film that blurred his surroundings.

𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶, she said. He wondered who that person was, and nearly lost himself in a downward spiral before a plush breast in his palm snapped his attention back to their moment. A dark gaze was full of spirit again, alert.

But it was short lived.

The very instant that she'd been so bold as to nip at his lobe, they rolled back and fluttered shut.

Coupled with a foreign fluttering sensation in the pit of his stomach, his grip on her chest inadvertently tightened to cope with the sudden rush of adrenaline her actions had caused. Obito turned his head to follow hers, and from the lavender silk that tickled the side of his face, he took in a faint floral scent.

“There is no plan..” the troubled Uchiha whispered in return before his tone shifted into a devious hiss that slipped smoothly through his teeth, “or, rather.. 𝘸𝘢𝘴 no plan.”

Without a moment's hesitation or any regard for the angel's safety, he ripped his touch away and snatched her throat with enough force that the momentum disturbed her center balance. Obito seized that window of opportunity and threw his weight into her, forcing Konan from his lap and onto her back with a thud.

She could handle it, for that he was certain.

Still clasped over her neck, his fingers twitched and curled, digging against the ashen flesh at their mercy. With his torso supported by the free forearm, he nestled himself comfortably between her legs as the thin cloud of dust they created began to settle around them.

For but a fleeting second, Obito paused, staring at those bottomless pools of honey before dipping his head down to sink his teeth deep into the muscle of her shoulder; suckling on that soft, porcelain skin until a circular bruise was left behind.

To soothe the tender area, his tongue swirled slow circles over the bite, alternating in direction every few seconds.

A small shift forward had his pelvis applying pressure to hers. “You want to be 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥, do you?” he growled under his breath, the bridge of his nose crinkled with threatening malevolence in tandem with the smug narrowing of his lids. Scarred lips ghosted over hers again, the following coo barely heard above the faintest whisper, “𝘣𝘦𝘨 me for it.”

She wouldn't, of course, but he was still very much interested in what her reaction would be.