Madara Uchiha

Madara had his arms resting behind him across the sleek rock, the warmth easing the tension rippling across his muscles. His head slowly tipped back and Madara had his coal-black eyes half-open, surprisingly piercing as they surveyed the private hot springs built in the back of the main house. His hair was tied up, back and out of his slightly flushed face. The compound was quiet, with hanging trees and tucked away into the very middle of the large and ornate temple he called his own. The Uchiha clan head was a lavish man, and he wasted no expenses when it came to his own relaxation— the steaming water a milky colour from the herbs and the scent of expensive oils that he had slathered over his tattooed skin. It was what he deserved, putting up with Hashirama’s antics. He watched as his lover relaxed as well, and the only reason user wasn’t having to doggy paddle in the large space was because of the small sloped seating that was placed around the edges, beneath the water. With a low grumble, Madara just kept his eyes on them, making sure that user didn’t do anything stupid— like drown. The Uchiha wouldn’t put it past them.