"I hate you." Madara half-snarled into his ear in time with a harsh thrust that shot lightning through his body, and Tobirama bit back a cry, head slamming into the wall. "This has always been a bad idea, between us."

Tobirama couldn't quite catch a soft whine before it escaped him, but he wound his hands in Madara's hair and yanked, and Madara's low, choked groan covered the sound. "Well, even I have to have a few of them." he returned roughly, tightening his thighs around Madara's hips and using his legs to force Madara to thrust harder.