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“You are unbelievable.” The small closet holding the brooms and mops and cleaning products of the event, the brooms loudly dropping as Hashirama shoved Madara against the wall. Madara is sure someone will hear them. He’s not even sure why he followed the man in here.” Now?”
This small space would make Madara claustrophobic, his arms could touch each wall when spread, but Hashirama has his mind on something else. His new husband.
“We’ll be quick.” Hashirama reassured him.
“During the wedding? Hashi-“ his lips attach to his neck, sucking against the sensitive junction as Madara’s mouth clamps shut.” Hashi, we will get caught.”
Hashirama shoved his slacks down.
“Watching you walk down that aisle to me did something. I can’t stop thinking about it.” He turns Madara around quickly, the man too caught up in his own mind to try and argue with Hashirama anymore.
“Tobirama already doesn’t like me.” He protests. He’s worried, half the family doesn’t like him as well but Tobirama was his main concern. “What if he catches us?”
“Tobirama didn’t pay for the ring.” Hashirama’s hand comes over Madara’s mouth before he can speak again. He spits into his hand, casting a jutsu in the tight space would destroy the room, his chakra alone would explode the flammable chemicals.” Aren’t married couples supposed to have sex?”
His finger slips into him, but before he can start stretching the man out, he feels the thick substance of the lube against the tight flesh of Madara.
“Oh, you wanted to surprise me? How nice of you.” He doesn’t waste any time, pulling his finger loose and pressing his cock into Madara slowly.
His muffled moans grow in the closet, Hashirama moves as slowly as he can at first, letting Madara take every inch of him until he can fully bottom out.
He feels Madara shiver, feels the drool the Uchiha leaks under his hand. He can hear the same people he invited laughing and dancing outside the door. It would be embarrassing if one of his fellow village leaders caught him like this. But Hashirama can’t wait, he’s impatient.
God, he loves this man.
Madara holds onto the wall, fists tight and shaking as his knees almost buckle under Hashirama’s vigor. The hand over his mouth does nothing to muffle the need Madara drips. His name leaving his lips like a scripture, his body pulling him in so willingly.
The stress of Tobirama finding them was completely evaporated. Each time Hashirama’s hips rode flush against him, how he fucked him so good. He knew after he’d have to deal with the hokage as well.
“And now for the newly weds dance!” Hashirama curses under his breath, it was his fathers voice booming through the venue.
“Hashi-“ Madara turned his head to the Hokage, worry painted over his features.” They’ll look-“
“Just a minute.” Hashirama’s hand leaves Madara’s mouth and comes around his cock, his spit slicked hand making his obsidian eyes roll, fully relying on the wall and Hashirama to support his body.
“Hashi, I’m-“ Madara tried to warn.
“A minute, baby, just a minute.” His voice vibrates against his neck, a rumble that’s agitated.
The alcohol.
Madara tries his best, his absolute best to contain the sounds that leave his lips. One of the strongest Shinobi who’s kept quiet under painful injuries while the enemy lurks around him, yet he can hardly contain his moans while his family and in-laws look for the newly weds.
Hashirama growls against the back of his neck, nearly flattening his body against the wall as his hand digs into the plump flesh of his ass. He fucks him like he hates him, like he’d never marry him, hard and fast, probably the sounds of him pounding him against the wall would gather the attention of the two families.
Madara’s brain turns off as he comes, only able to hold Hashirama’s wrist to stop his fast hand stroking him.
He pulls back at Madara’s thick hair tightly to replace his grip, angry that his release is taking much longer then he expected.
“Shouldn’t have drank so much.” Madara teases. He hardly drank at all because he knew the night ahead of him would be long and wet.
“It’s my wedding day.” Hashirama won’t put up with Madara’s snarky mouth right now. His thrusts only grow harder, nearly pushing Madara through the wall. His legs shake under his need.
Madara’s blush spreads over his face as he feels another rise harassing his body, he can never escape from his husband. Hashirama knew his body so well when when he fucked him with abandon he wasn’t safe.
“Hashi- Hashirama! Stop hitting—mmhmmm.” He covers his own mouth as he tightens around Hashirama, the man behind him finally coming close, feeling the sweet embrace of his orgasm.
He holds them both up, filling Madara with thick white that drips down into the inside of his pants.
“You couldn’t wait until after…?” Madara complains quietly. He tries to shoot a glare back at Hashirama but it’s not his strongest. But Hashirama did help ease relax Madara after receiving so many glares from the Senju clan.
The man laughs nervously, his happy demeanor rekindled as he fixes Madara’s pants, then his hair. It’s the least he can do after risking this at such an important time in their lives.
“Ok…you go out first and I’ll come in 2 minutes.” Hashirama says quickly still trying to do something with Madara’s hair.
“This isn’t high school.” Madara shoved his hands away.” Why do I have to go out first?” Hashirama shoved him towards the door anyway. The Hokage looks nervous, he must know something Madara doesn’t it.
“Trust me!” Madara rolls his eyes at his husband, attempting to hide his limp as he fixes his attire to be presentable again. He opens the door, turning to shut it quickly behind him and join the party. Two minutes.
“Madara! Was Hashirama in there with you?” Tobirama is the first to sniff out the Uchiha among them.” What were you doing in there?!”