Glory Burning
He has the most beautiful voice. Never would I desire to see again if only I could hear that voice every second of my life. He cries my name with soft, needy sigh. "Itachiiii."
"Yes." I murmur, gently stroking his cheek. "I'm here, Sasuke."
"Aniki, I need..."he gasps, then growls low in his throat. My temperature spikes at the animalistic sound. His voice is harsh and gravely now, and eerily controlled. "You should not have done that."
No sound comes out of my mouth. Could it be that I was wrong in thinking that he still loved me? Just as doubt begins to find me, something sharp roughly stabs me in the collar. Fingernails. I feel a little blood slip out from between his nails and slide slowly down my chest. He's angry with me, then. A rush of heavy air on my face then I'm jerked forward by my shirt.
Warm lips crash into mine and Sasuke bites my lower lip, drawing yet more blood. He moans deeply and pets the injury he created, smearing blood on my face when he also cups my jaw. He slips his hand between my thighs and drags me onto his lap, all while keeping that hand over my crotch.
He pulls away from me abruptly and I hear him groan. "Look what you made me do, Itachi." he says, licking with long, wet strokes at the nail marks on my collar. When he finishes, he moves to my neck, then my ear, and as he does so, that lower hand in moving against my clothes, gently. "You make me fucking crazy."
The hand that is not cruelly torturing me guides my palms up his chest, making him hiss when I brush over the flat plans and sensitive nipples.
Hesitantly, I wrap my arms around his neck. He buries his face in my neck, growling and sucking. His hand goes over the waistband of my pants and he caresses the bare flesh of my cock. I gasp.
"You like that, big brother?" he murmurs, still fondling me tenderly. Sasuke unzips my pants and squeezes one of my balls, rubbing the slit of my shaft. I groan, thighs clenching with anticipation. I feel his eyes on me. A large hand encircles my cock and strokes up and down, first with a feather light touch
then with a hard squeeze that makes my eyes go back in my head.
I moan loudly, gripping his shoulders in encouragement, the muscles in my ass and thighs now shaking with need. I'm not going to last too long like this.
Sasuke groans in appreciation. "If only you could see yourself, brother." He puts my left hand over his swollen cock, whispering in my ear. "You're delicious when you let go. I've never seen anything in my life as beautiful."
I am losing a battle with my libido. He continues the praises and controls me just enough to keep me from coming. As I'm about to reach my limit (for the fourth time) he stops. I whimper brokenly at the loss and he hushes me. "This may not have turned out as you planned, Itachi, but I have to have you right now."
To be continued...