Kaku/Hidan

Kakuzu pulls Hidan’s hair in a way that forces him to look up, look up at the man whose thighs he was buried between; even now, Kakuzu’s gaze is condescending and withdrawn, as if Hidan were some pitiful, subservient creature amounting to little more than a means to an end.

Even now, Hidan responds with defiance; his mouth flush against Kakuzu’s skin, his deft tongue drifts around his clit–back and forth and back again–drawing up slickness as it would blood from a blade.

And finally, Kakuzu’s expression begins to falter; his hips twitch and lurch forward without his consent while quiet noises escape from his throat–reluctant but pleased, wary but wanting.

Kakuzu feels Hidan smirk against his crotch, and he yanks his hair from the roots.

Growling, Hidan continues to look up, unwavering, unblinking at the heathen now at his mercy; he stabs nails into Kakuzu’s thighs hard enough to make them bleed, and he swears not to stop until the other man sees God.