illfateduchiha:

Did…he….just…. Words. There were no words that could explain the internal rage boiling as he stared in pure shock and slight awe at the fact the blond had even dared to get so close to him in the first place to accomplish such a task. Backing up until he came in contact with the headboard gaze narrowed in on the bomber. Physical contact was avoided at best, contact with his face was avoided at all costs. It seemed tonight would be one of no boundaries.

“—Do you want to die.” a measly threat that was soon followed by a palm pressing itself upon the bombers visage, pushing him away in a rather childish manner. “Go bug someone else, let me sleep.”

The frustration in his voice amused the blond, the sound of his laugh was impaired from the Uchiha’s palm that covered his face. Moving away from him, he was free from his grasp.

                  “Maybe, hm.”

he responded, still grinning the artist sat on the bed, his hands remained touching the bed with intent to move again. The Uchiha’s arm still stuck out toward the bomber gesturing to stay away, but that didn’t stop him. Bending forward he opened his mouth, “blehhh—"he murmured quietly, as he casually licked the shinobi’s arm.