The slurping noises were slow, loud and long. The lights were off, and the weather was cruel outside those huge windows.

Madara would tremble sometimes, not opening his eyes.

Hashirama noticed hiw the gun in his hands and mouth was loaded, about to shoot its shot any minute now.

- Why not pull the trigger. Hm? ~

He said and speeded up his movements.

- mhh- you little-

He was cut off as soon as Hashirama speeded up even more, grabbing on Madara's shaft tightly and shoving it in deeper and rougher.

- M-move-

Madara warned him that he was about to let it out, but Hashirama was way too high to listen to every word Madara spoke, so his next move was something unexpected for the "boss".

Hashirama slid his hand down to Madara's balls, which made Madara open up his eyes immediately.

- D-did you h-hear what I s-

He couldn't talk straight, since all of his senses, body and brain was in a great pleasure when Hashirama squeezed his balls tight and held his breath for the triumph.

- H-h.. ashirama- i-it's gonna-

Hashirama stretched his jaw as wide as he could and with his breath held, patiently waited for Madara to burst it all out.

- Don't tell me that I- *short soft moan* ... d-didn't.. *Hashirama was not stopping* ..warn you

And as soon as Hashirama felt that Madara was about to cum, it made him more than excited.

He held his breath once again, and swallowed it all alongside with Madara's final moan..

- *cough cough* well, never done that before! *cough again*

Madara wasn't saying anything. He was still leaned against his seat, with Hashirama between his legs breathing heavily on his crotch, not taking his eyes off of him.

- You're scary when you look like that..

- It's the pleasure, silly.

Said Madara and leaned forward to softly grab Hashirama with his chin.

- .....

He looked like he wanted to say something to Hashirama, but he changed his mind and went for a kiss.

Now Madara was the one with his hands reaching for Hashirama's thighs. and once he grabbed him tight, he picked him up and sat him down on his lap.

- There's hardly even place for me here. look at your pride down here, as big as my whole right arm ~

Said Hashirama with a challenging smile.

- Oh no need to worry

Responded Madara with a deep relaxed voice.

- This whole place is yours.

He added and pulled Hashirama's whole body to himself, so much that Hashirama couldn't help himself but to widen his thighs and slide his hips onto Madara's crotch.

- You're too Excited I see...

Said Madara as soon as he felt how Hashirama's hardened part rubbed against his own. The only difference was that Hashirama was still keeping it in his pants, but hardly.

- Who wouldn't be Excited?

Answered Hashirama, and started moving his hips back and front so, that everytime he would slide front, their standing shafts would roughly press and rub against each other.

- But I'll be honest, that I really am exited,

He decided to reach for his own belt to undo.

- so much that I don't even know what I want you to do to me ~

And when he was just about to start undoing his belt, Madara stopped him.

Hashirama looked into his eyes with his hands still on his belt.

- You don't know what you want me to do to you?

And he claimed Hashirama's soft neck.

- Mhhh..

Hashirama was showing his excitement.

- But you always knew before.

He slowly moved to another side of the neck.

- Or is it the drugs that freaks you out a bit?

He then put his opened palm on Hashirama's dick, which was about to jump out on its own.

Hashirama himself was unconsciously leaning forwards Madara.

- Come, don't be shy to get comfortable.

Madara helped Hashirama put his both arms around his neck and his head on his right shoulder.

- You smell nice ~

Said Almost unconscious Hashirama was kissing the corner between Madara's neck and shoulder.

- And you're built so good ~~

He added soon. Madara was pretty sure he didn't even know what he was saying.

- Shhhh..

He shushed him and put his hand back on Hashirama's in legs between.

First, he softly rubbed it up and down. Second, with one hand he undid both the belt and the button.

Hashirama was automatically moving his hips frond and back again, and his soft and quiet moaning sounded like a music to Madara's ears.

- Let's see what we got here, shall we? ~

Madara wasn't the type to sweet-talk during sex or to talk at all. Although his sex buddy begged him many times to do some random kinky things including sweet-dirty-talk, he refused every time.

But right at this moment, he somehow was focusing more on what would please Hashirama. so the way he talked with his voice deep and slightly sweet, made Hashirama just to close his eyes and go with the flow.

Madara slid his hand in Hashirama's pants, reached for his stone hard shaft and took it out completely.

- P-please- even this made Hashirama too of a Hasty man - please r-rub-

But he was cut off just the way he cut Madara off. Because apparently Madara was not only going to rub it, but to give it a one good handjob.

At some point, with Hashirama "crying" in his ears, he picked him up in the air, got closer to the table with his chair and sat him down right in front of him with his member begging for the finish.

- Lay down.

He got Hashirama with his back on the table and his legs on both sides of Madara's "throne" ().

- Nghaaad-damnit-

The moan and the curse slipped his mouth together as soon as Madara passionately licked through between his balls, then the shaft all the way up to the tip and put it all in.