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The first time Indra actually tried to get Hashirama into bed, he found himself on his back, wings pinned beneath him, legs spread, and three fingers buried deep within him, stretching and thrusting while Indra clawed at Hashirama’s back, trying to catch his breath.
The turn had been so sudden. Shocking.
This wasn’t what he intended at all. The big dumb idiot always acted so oblivious, as if he didn’t even understand that physical intimacy could extend beyond those ridiculous hugs that he loved to bestow upon anyone and everyone. He had the most ridiculous ability to say the most unintentionally filthy things with a straight face and remain oblivious to the way his words could be taken, and he just seemed so - so - Innocent.
Hashirama, Indra came to realize as those large tanned hands gripped the backs of his thighs and lifted them, bent Indra in half as he pressed his cock inside of him, spearing him open and burying deep inside, was one of the best actors he had ever come across in his long - long life.
And as Hashirama whispered filthy things in his ear, his thrusts steady and strong, desire, need, and desperation pooling heavily in his gut, Indra registered distantly that Hashirama had him well and truly caught. And being pounded into the mattress like this, brought to completion as that intoxicating chakra filled the air around him, Indra thought it definitely, definitely wasn’t a bad thing.
Indra’s complaints had been subtle. Really, you couldn’t even call them complaints - Indra had just stated how he’d expected to be the one bending Hashirama over and claiming him. Don’t get Indra wrong at all - it had been near centuries since he’d last allowed anyone to have liberties with him, and though unexpected, the turn of events was far from unwelcome after dwelling on it quite a bit. There were few he would willingly bend over for, it was just a surprise that one of those few turned out to be a human .
Hashirama had blinked innocently at him when Indra had spoken. And Indra had come to realise quite quickly that the innocence the human portrayed was nothing more than an act.
So it was even more of a surprise when Indra found himself on his back, once again. But this time the position was very different.
Hashirama straddled his thighs and was sinking down on Indra’s cock. The human was like a glorious bronzed statue of physical perfection, sweat on tanned skin gleaming in the waning sunlight that filtered into the bedroom, his long dark hair a beautiful contrast as its silky strands fell down his shoulders and back, and Indra once more found himself caught. Hashirama was a velvet vice around him, squeezing his cock in all the right ways. He hardly looked affected by the odd texture - demon phalluses, though similarly shaped to a humans, had a much different texture that some may find difficult to take. Hashirama seemed to delight in the way the ridged length scraped his inner walls, his eyes fluttering and a sweet, deep moan falling from his lips as he settled down comfortably on Indra’s cock.
He hadn’t taken all of it. Indra knew he was large, even amongst demonkind. Especially amongst humankind. And his knot hadn’t even formed yet. But Hashirama was taking him like a champion, determination apparent in his flushed face, and Indra placed his hands on the human’s hips - marvelling at the contrast between their skintones, in the way his silver-white claws looked against the bronze -
He helped ease the way with gentle thrusts, relishing in the way Hashirama’s eyes fluttered, at the soft groans that escaped him as he sunk down deeper and deeper - and then their eyes met, and a smile curled Hashirama’s lips, one that promised pleasure, one that challenged, one that sent Indra’s blood boiling with desire - and then Hashirama began moving .
It was like he had been made to take Indra’s cock. The way he moved up and down on it was positively sinful. His legs hardly even trembled from the effort of taking him, that delicious chakra that felt of the forest fluctuating and filling the air around them - he moved his body in a way that had Indra seeing stars, his cock hard and leaking, bouncing with his movements - if Hashirama had been a smaller human, Indra wondered if he would be able to see his cock distend his stomach every time he sank down on it. But Hashirama was big for a human, big and warm and bright, bright like sunshine and it was getting hard for Indra to keep his thoughts in order and coherent -
He tightened his hands on Hashirama’s hips and pulled him down the same time he thrust up. Hashirama’s eyes flew open and a choked noise escaped him, surprise flashing across his features. Hashirama had been in control since the moment he’d pushed Indra down, and the demon had hardly been inclined to challenge that control, but now -
Now he wanted to take Hashirama like he initially intended. Movement passed in a blur - Hashirama doubled over, panting harshly, digging his nails into Indra’s chest, pressing back against every thrust. His eyes met Indra’s, still dark with lust and determination and challenge, and a smirk curled Indra’s lips as he leaned up to kiss those pouty lips and thrust harder - faster .
His knot was forming already - tugging at Hashirama’s passage every time he thrust. There was some confusion that coloured Hashirama’s chakra, then realisation, and his eyes widened, mouth opened to say something -
Indra pulled Hashirama down on his knot. The strangled noise that escaped his human was music to Indra’s ears. His vision tunneled, all he could focus on was Hashirama, his sunshine bright presence, his tight, fluttering passage that spasmed around his cock as he came, white release painting their stomachs. Indra’s clawed feet dug into the mattress beneath them, his tail curled and lashed, and Indra groaned lowly as pleasure rushed through his veins at that tight, constricting heat.
“This - Indra-” Hashirama clawed at Indra’s pale chest, leaving livid red lines, and slowly, Indra sat up, the human secure in his lap as Indra’s release began to flood into him. Like this, they were almost of height, and Indra hummed and nuzzled Hashirama’s jaw. He was not so crass as to mark that pretty bronzed throat and forge a bond without discussion, not like some demons he knew, but the temptation was there - and now Indra could understand it, he supposed.
The Senju brothers were definitely worthy Mate material. It was something Indra was certainly going to consider heavily.
Hashirama panted heavily, eyes wide and a little unfocused. His body trembled from oversensitivity and strain, and Indra purred soothingly and licked at a spot on his neck, gently running a hand up and down his spine - and then down further, to feel around with a gentle claw where they were tied together, and his purr took on a pleased, contented edge.
Hashirama groaned and pressed his face to Indra’s neck, trying to get himself under control. Eventually, he gave a breathy laugh. “I wasn’t… wasn’t expecting that. Tobi never talked about this part of his and Madara’s coupling.”
Indra snorted softly and nipped at the shell of Hashirama’s ear. “It is doubtful that Tobirama told you anything of his coupling. He strikes me as a very private man. Madara, on the other hand... “
“He talks a lot.” Hashirama sniggered softly against Indra’s neck, and then choked out a moan when Indra shifted them into a more comfortable position - allowing Hashirama to lean more comfortably against his chest.
Though he likely wouldn’t be comfortable for long, with the way Indra’s seed was filling his belly. The thought had Indra shivering, and he nuzzled against Hashirama with another purr. The human seemed to relax against him with a shivering sigh, and something warm curled in Indra’s belly - the realisation that Hashirama was being very trusting became very obvious then, and it had Indra clutching his human just a little more tightly.
“Are you going to bite me?” Hashirama mumbled against his skin. “Like what Madara did?”
Indra’s eyes widened, and his stomach flipped. “... Do you wish to bond with me?”
Hashirama didn’t answer, instead just letting out a small hum and falling still. Indra closed his eyes and stubbornly pushed down the want that had began to grow in his chest, and ran his claws through Hashirama’s silken hair. He supposed it could… be discussed at a later time.