Like that was the magic word, Deidara leaned back from the kiss to quickly tug his shirt up over his head and dropped it onto the floor...somewhere. "Yours too," he breathed after catching Itachi's lips in another kiss; though much briefer with quick swipes of his tongue and a hint of a lip suck.
The taste was amazing; it was probably just the drugs, but either way, it, he, was amazing. The fingers against his skin felt like fire, hot but in an actually hot sort of way. The blonds heart was racing as his nimble fingers curled underneath the hem of Itachi's silk shirt and began tugging it upwards.