“I…hate it…when you’re like this, un.”
“Oh?” Tobi leaned in and cupped Deidara’s cheek. “But I love it when you’re like this.” He moved his mouth down Deidara’s throat to his chest, where the thick, black stitches were. “I love that face you make.” He slid his tongue over the stitches, across the slit between them. “I want to immortalize it.”
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