"You're sure about this? And you're ready?" Madara asked just behind his ear, voice a throaty purr, and Tobirama shivered, bringing his hands up a little higher and winding his fingers around the thickly woven cords hanging on the wall for the purpose.

Madara brushed a kiss to the nape of his neck, murmuring so low Tobirama felt the words even when he couldn't quite parse them, then sat up, still kneeling astride Tobirama's lower back. He drew a breath and let it out, trying to unwind the tension in his muscles, and let out a sharp, wordless cry as burning heat poured across his shoulders in a narrow curve, silky and cooling fast and making his whole body tingle as he fought not to squirm.