Sasori frowned irritably at the puppet before him.
To be entirely accurate, he frowned at the half-finished puppet. When he'd started this, he'd had so many ideas, but his carving had come out looking rather different than he'd expected it to. He ought to be painting it, but... his original design just wouldn't fit any more.
He sighed.
"Artist's block, danna, hm?"
Sasori twisted in his seat to glare at Deidara. "And what would you know about it, brat?"
Deidara put down the short sword he'd been polishing and wandered over, peering at his work. "I'm an artist too, yeah," he said, putting his hands on Sasori's shoulders, leaning forward so that his long blond hair fell across his workspace.
Sasori snorted.
"Hey, don't be mean, hm! Just because you don't like my art..."
"When have you ever had artist's block? All you do is blow things up."
"All I do is- you just don't get it, danna! They're not just explosions! It's an expression of humanity's impermanence! The ultimate statement, yeah!" he grinned. "And I do get artist's block. Like- what should I sculpt, yeah? Art holds a mirror to life, yeah, it's got to reflect-" he began to rub Sasori's shoulders, moving his fingers in small circles on his back "-the situation, you know?"
Sasori leant into his touch. "Oh yes? If it's so important that you 'reflect,' what's with the birds?"
"Birds symbolise freedom, yeah," Deidara's hand ghosted down over his shoulder, leaving butterfly kisses. "Art is freedom."
"Mm- very deep," Sasori said, his voice a little huskier than usual. "And then you blow it up?"
"Freedom, like life, is impermanent, hm. Nothing lasts. But at least it goes out with a bang, yeah."
"And that's artist's block, is it? 'I don't know what to sculpt, I'll make another bird?'"
Deidara's hands stopped. He pulled away, and then leant over Sasori to pick up the head of the puppet he'd been struggling with, cradling it in his arms.
"There's more to it than that, yeah. The size of the explosion- the subject- it's all important, hm."
"Give that back," Sasori snatched the puppet head from Deidara, placing it back on the desk and spinning around in his chair to face his partner. "Alright, then. What do you do to combat artist's block?"
Deidara grinned.
"Art comes from life, danna. New experiences... or old ones. From emotions, from events, yeah. The best thing to do is walk away, take your mind off it, and let inspiration strike."
"Oh yes?"
"Mmmhm," Deidara nodded. "Why don't you let me help you, yeah?"
He straddled Sasori's lap, hands either side of his face, and kissed him full on the mouth. It was heated, demanding; Sasori kissed back with equal fervour. Finally, Deidara pulled away.
"That was such a cliché line, Deidara," he smirked.
"Mmm... I save my creativity for other areas, yeah."
Sasori snorted. He reached up, stroking his fingers along Deidara's jaw. "Oh, really?"
Deidara flashed him a wicked grin and swooped down to kiss him again, all teeth and tongue and heat, hands toying with the hem of Sasori's shirt. This time, when he pulled away, before Sasori had time to speak Deidara had tugged the shirt over his head.
"Impatient," Sasori commented, and Deidara smirked.
"Only following your example, yeah," he grinned, pulling off his own shirt and returning to the kiss, undoing the buttons of Sasori's trousers as he did so. The rest of their clothing soon went the way of their shirts; scattered across the floor.
Sasori wrapped his arms around Deidara's waist, pulling him closer to whisper in his ear: "On the chair, Deidara?"
He chuckled, low and breathless.
"The idea has it's appeal... but I don't think it'll support the both of us for long, yeah."
"Then-"
But Sasori didn't finish because Deidara covered his mouth with a fierce kiss, pulling him up out of the chair and onto the desk, sweeping the half-finished puppet head onto the floor. Sasori made to protest but again was silenced- when Deidara finally pulled away, he looked annoyed.
"That's my work you're-"
"Hush, danna. They're pretty tough, those masterpieces of yours, yeah? It'll be fine."
"Even so-"
"Oh, oh, always complaining. Come on, Sa-so-ri no danna," he singsonged. "I told you, yeah? Let go for a second, and wait for inspiration to strike."
Sasori growled. "Inspiration is certainly taking its sweet time."
"Tch. Didn't anybody ever tell you, yeah? Good things come to those who wait."
So saying, Deidara pushed Sasori back gently, making him lean against the surface of the desk as he slid one hand up his thigh to his cock, lapping at the base of it with his hand mouth and winding his way up to the tip. Sasori gave a soft gasp, eyelids fluttering shut as he allowing himself to sink into sensation, warmth surrounding him, anticipation building in the pit of his stomach as the heat rolled over him in waves of pleasure. Deidara grinned; taking it deeper into his mouth and watching Sasori shiver.
"What do you want, danna? You have to tell me, yeah."
"I want-" he panted. "For you to- stop messing about and get on with it."
He laughed delightedly, swirling his tongue around the head of Sasori's cock to make him shudder again. "Deidara!"
"Mm, that's it, say my name, yeah," he muttered, bringing his unoccupied hand up to his mouth and sucking on his fingers.
"Oh that is such a clichéeeeah!" he broke off as Deidara pressed one wetted finger to his entrance, taking him by surprise. "A little warning?"
"Surprises are more fun, hm," Deidara grinned, pushing the finger deeper into Sasori, taking care not to go too fast. Keeping one hand on Sasori's cock as a distraction, he stretched his partner finger by finger, listening to Sasori's panting. "Ready, danna?"
"I said- haa- to get on with it, didn't I?"
Deidara tsked at Sasori's impatience, lining himself up for the first thrust. Sasori gave a deep groan as Deidara entered him, the twin sensations of the hand on his cock and the fullness inside of him almost intoxicating. As Deidara started to move Sasori threw back his head, red curls brushing against the wood of the desk, eyes snapping shut for a moment as feeling overpowered him.
"Deeper," he demanded, clutching at Deidara's hips as if to guide them.
Deidara obeyed, pushing in slowly, breathing harsh as he felt Sasori tighten around him. When Sasori grabbed his hips again, though, he went faster, thrusting in and out at a steadily increasing pace. Sasori moaned his approval.
"More, yeah?"
"Yesss," Sasori hissed at him, and the was word an order. He was teetering on the edge now, and he knew Deidara was deliberately holding back- keeping him taut and tense and right on the very precipice of orgasm, hardly breathing, desperately needing just- one- more-
"Deidara!" he managed to gasp in a strangled voice. "Don't make me wait-"
"So impatient, yeah," Deidara whispered into his ear, voice low and husky, and then he wrapped his hand around Sasori's cock and thrust deep into him, hitting that vital spot and making Sasori's mind stop and his world explode into sparks, electricity coursing though him, entire body convulsing as the dam broke at last and the building pleasure washed over him. Another thrust sent aftershocks trembling through his body like wildfire as Deidara came too, collapsing bonelessly, breathlessly onto Sasori.
"Mmmm..." he moaned, low in his throat, and Sasori could feel the vibrations of his voice in his chest. He wrapped one arm around his partner in non-verbal agreement, still feeling hazy and euphoric, his thoughts pleasantly slow.
"So danna..." Deidara asked, voice drowsy, "Inspired yet?"
Sasori rolled his eyes and shoved his partner off of him. Deidara landed on the floor with a heavy "Oof," followed by laughter.
Sasori propped himself up on one elbow, casting his gaze over to the abandoned puppet head. In his mind's eye he tried to picture it finished, fully polished and painted...
"Maybe a little," he muttered, grudgingly. Deidara, still laughing, grabbed the head off the floor and hopped to his feet, dropping it into Sasori's arms.
"I told you so, yeah," he grinned. "Works like a charm."
"Oh, shut up, Deidara."