Tobirama
“Are you sure?”
You had probably asked that question so many times that Tobirama’s patience should have been waining at some point. But it never did. He was patient and gentle and kind even when you were sitting over his stomach and your hand was finally, finally at his throat and your fingers were just starting to tighten around it in experiment. His eyes were piercing and sharp and followed your every movement from the way your chest heaved tightly at your breathing, to the way your eyes dropped to your hand at his throat, to the point where you both were connected to. His cock had been nestled deep in your for a minute now, the entire process of him filling you taking long enough that you had to work your way onto him. This angle didn’t help when mixed with the size and length of him. He was a big man over all and that traveled through all of him.
Still, you’ve made love with your husband enough times to know just how to work him safely into you and how long you would have had to sit there to adjust. That time has already passed and now you were left with that feeling of being full and the racing heart of anticipation swelling in your chest. His request hadn’t come from nowhere. It had happened once in the heat of the moment, when your hands had desperately tried to grab onto something and it ended with your fingers digging into the side of his neck when he fucked into you harshly one night. Your nails dug in and his gasp had been loud and heated and his pace had turned brutal before he finished deep inside. When his question was asked it was over dinner and you had almost choked. Tobirama wasn’t known for his timing, you had known this for years, still you had wished he would have been more tasteful in the least.
But the question was asked and on the table; he wanted you to try choking him.
While the thought had crossed your mind in the past you had assumed he would have rather wanted to choke you instead of letting you do it to him. That seemed more reasonable considering how in control he normally was in the bedroom. Still, he had asked you and it was rare whenever he came to you with a request so you were eager to indulge him. Even now, when your hand hesitated to tighten further as your eyes traced his face in worry.
His lips turned up just slightly in amusement and his hands settled on your thighs to rub comforting motions.
“You won’t hurt me if that’s what you’re worried-ah!” The sudden pressure of closing your fingers was surprisingly satisfying. Especially when his eyes fluttered closed and the strangled sound of pleasure and shock was torn out of him and felt under your palm. His cock twitched inside of you and you gasped at the motion. Then your hips rolled, slowly, and you let your fingers tighten further and further. His pulse was thrumming under your touch and his body was jerking up weakly against his own attempts to keep himself from moving. His control in his body was normally well maintained, which left you fascinated at this new development.
Another squeeze, another thrust, another strangled sound under your fingers.
“Like this?” You asked and flushed at the breathless way you sounded. But seeing him like this was doing something to you, making you tighten and pulse around him as his hips jerked up once again. With his eyes half opened he licked his lips then nodded as much as your hold let him.
You squeezed again.