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They're kissing. Deidara on Obito's lap, mask and gloves lying on the floor as their tongues play with each other. Obito lets out a low groan, his hand going from Deidara's knee up to his thigh. His senpai moans as he strokes his ches, then he grabs the rim of his black jumper and pulls up.
"Wait."
Obito grabs Deidara's hands and pulls them away from him.
"What?" Deidara asks and Obito avoids his curious gaze.
"I rather keep it on."
"Why, hm?"
"It's cold."
Deidara raises an eyebrow. "It's summer."
"Well..." Obito tries to come up with another excuse. "Do you mind if I just keep it on this time?"
"If it's because you got more scars, I don't care."
Obito shakes his head.
"It's not that," Obito says. Deidara keeps staring at him. "It's freaky."
"You mean like these?" Deidara shows him one of his hand-mouths, tongue sticking out. Obito tries to decide whether to agree with him, think of another excuse or apologizing for ruining the mood, until Deidara speaks again. "We are in the Akatsuki. Freaky is normal."
"That doesn't mean my deformities have to turn you on."
Deidara gets off his lap and sits next to him.
"I'll never know until you show me, hm."
There's an awkward silence. Obito bites his lower lip, thinking he probably should show Deidara. He doesn't feel ready, but he wonders if he'll ever be.
"Fine."
"Are you sure?" Deidara says. "I mean, I want to see it but you don't look happy about it."
Obito strokes Deidara's cheek, then he sighs.
"I can't hide this from you forever," Obito replies. "But I would prefer if you didn't ask any questions. At least for now."
"Okay," Deidara replies. "That only makes me want to know even more."
"You're so curious, senpai."
Deidara pats his shoulder.
"I know you must be nervous if you're switching back to Tobi's voice."
Obito feels himself blush. He takes a deep breath, grabs the bottom of his jumper and yanks it over his head. It takes him a few seconds to gather the courage to look at Deidara.
"What the... What is this?" Deidara asks, reaching out.
"No questions," Obito states.
Deidara's hand stops a couple of inches from his skin.
"At least let me touch, hm." Deidara strokes his right shoulder, where the white patch of Hashirama cells join his normal skin. His hand goes down his chest. Obito can feel his hand-tongue brushing against his skin. "What is this?" He mumbles, almost a whisper. "It feels hot."
"Yeah, it's usually warmer than my normal skin," Obito replies.
Deidara grabs his paperwhite hand. Obito plays with the hand mouth and entwines his fingers with Deidara's.
"It's like you're made of clay."
A warm feeling spreads through Obito's chest.
"I should have guessed you were going to like it."
"You worry too much, hm." Deidara releases his hand and goes behind him. Obito feels him poking and prodding. "I hate I can't ask questions."
"It's not a nice story," Obito says. "I'd rather not remember."
Obito feels a kiss on his shoulder blade.
"Fuck the past," Deidara says and leaves a trail of kisses down his spine. It makes him smile. "We'll make new stories."
Obito nods, melting into Deidara's sudden embrace.
"Deal."