Part 5: The Onset of the Unhinged (Part 4 of 4)
The taste was pure at its source.
Itachi could hardly contain himself. His nude, chiseled form hovered over Sasuke's lower half, the dog tags around his neck clinking together as he lowered his mouth repeatedly on the boy's sex.
The raw need to take over Sasuke's body completely blinded the man as his palms dug into the softness of the boy's thighs in his hold as he pursued the taste that was purely his Otouto.
Of course, it didn't help that he had been so impatient nor that his twitching cock was brushing against the boy's flesh as he bent down to eat.
Itachi's gaze remained rooted on Sasuke's expressions as the boy twisted and stared down at him in pure, unadulterated bliss. Those pretty eyes were also widened in wonder and surprise while sweet moans filtered through his lips and tears collected in his eyes.
"Aniki! Aniki!" the boy cried as he held on tightly to the palms wrapped around his thighs. His legs shook and his body writhed against the mattress.
Itachi twisted his fingers upwards to entwine them with the boy's desperate hold, lips morphing into a subtle smirk around the sweetness he was tasting. The shiny jewelry on Sasuke's right hand finger caught his attention momentarily. It blended in perfectly with his pale skin and perfectly synced with Itachi's own.
With a little pop, he released Sasuke's cock from his mouth, only to kiss the twitching head with his blushing lips. "Did that feel good, Otouto?" he asked, keeping his lips pressed against the mushroom head. He gave it a slow, languid lick, digging his tongue gently into the slit to collect the dripping precum.
Good fucking god, Sasuke tasted like a wet dream. So enticing and lecherous. Sweet and inviting. Utterly tantalizing.
Over his dead body would anyone even come close to touching the boy. Forget about even tasting his sweet Otouto.
A whine erupted from the boy, followed by a buck of his hips. So beautiful, his Otouto was. Itachi wanted to drown in his wanton pleas.
"Aniki," the boy whimpered as his restless lower body squirmed against the man. His heels dug into the mattress.
Itachi's half-hooded gaze eyed the boy tenderly as he continued his languid licks and occasional gentle sucks along the tip of the boy's erection.
"What is it, my love?" he murmured fondly, detaching one of his hands from the boy's tight grip to press and spread apart one of Sasuke's thighs, stroking gently along the way.
He finally parted with Sasuke's sweetness and instead began trailing butterfly kisses along the boy's inner thigh.
"Don't stop," his Otouto whispered.
Itachi's heart skipped a beat at the timid request. He opened his mouth along the boy's unmarred flesh, swishing his tongue out for a taste, before he gently sucked the boy's inner thigh along the juncture between his groin and upper thigh.
"Aniki will never stop," he murmured with conviction, making his way back to the center of the boy's groin. Simultaneously, he uncapped the bottle of lube that he had grabbed minutes before and expertly coated his fingers with it.
Itachi kissed the boy's erection, licking generously along the underside of the head before he began to prod the boy's entrance.
"This is where Aniki is going to make love to you, Otouto," he murmured, adding gentle pressure against the puckered hole with a single digit. The boy arched against his touch with a small moan.
Much to Itachi's amusement, the boy turned away from him, a furious red coloring his cheeks. "I… I know that," he said, pouting.
"Oh? You do, do you?" Itachi was startled. Granted the boy had just turned nineteen, but he had never dipped his toes in anything raunchy like that to garner such knowledge. "What have you been doing while I wasn't watching, Sasuke?" Itachi said jokingly, but there was an edge to his tone that could easily be categorized as interrogatory.
Then, a thought struck him, and his gaze hardened reflexively. "That Neji isn't teaching you bad things now, is he, my love?" he questioned. Simultaneously, he added more pressure against that tight little sphincter and slid his entire finger in without a single pause.
"Agh! Fuck, Aniki!" the boy moaned, arching against his touch. "Nghh, that feels weird."
Itachi could feel Sasuke's grip tighten on his opposite hand and the boy's insides clinging onto his single digit without mercy. Fuck, Itachi groaned inwardly when he felt his finger being massaged from within as he began to push it back and forth inside.
"Sasuke, baby, answer my question," Itachi coaxed as he began to add more force, fingerfucking the boy while listening to his lewd moans. His other hand gripped tightly onto his Otouto's hand, fingers perfectly entwined just like a couple, as if providing him a source of comfort.
"W-What? Why does it feel good to–ahh– have your finger inside m-me?" the boy panted, dumbfoundedly eyeing the hand moving back and forth between his legs. Sasuke bit his lip.
"Focus, my little kitten," Itachi's lust-filled gaze prompted while he snuck in a second lubed finger. The scream that erupted from the boy along with his vice grip suggested that it didn't go unnoticed. Itachi leaned down to lap up the spilt precum that trickled down the boy's length, hanging back after to lick his lips lecherously. "Answer me, baby. Have you been learning bad things from other boys?"
The mere mention of anyone else caused the man to grit his teeth and dig his fingers inside his Otouto at an unrelenting and punishing rhythm.
"No no no, Aniki! Aniki! I d-didn't… I don't even, ngh, that's too fast! Ugh, it feels weird. It feels weird inside."
The boy squirmed nonstop underneath Itachi, causing the man's eyes to narrow. Sasuke will take what he gave him.
Itachi growled, releasing the boy's grip on his opposite hand, and used it to jerk the boy off. He scissored his fingers inside, using the momentum of Sasuke's hips to slip in a third finger.
Sasuke arched against him, pressing his body as close as it could get to Itachi, and in the midst of his cries and asshole getting stretched out, all he could do was grip tightly onto Itachi's biceps and thrash in the man's hold.
"Aniki! What are you doing?" the boy screeched, but it befell Itachi's ears as a whimper as his low voice moaned. "Slow down. Aniki, slow down, please. That's too many!"
"Are you unaware of what I'm doing now?" Itachi instigated, three fingers pummeling inside the boy's wet hole while his other hand brought the boy to the edge of an orgasm. Sasuke's hole was so tight that, each time Itachi pulled his fingers back and out, it would close almost too eagerly. "Weren't you running around being a bad boy, Otouto? Did you not have another boy teach you this, too?"
"Ngh, w-what are you talking about?" Sasuke moaned, hands falling to the mattress to bunch up the blanket underneath his body.
Cheeks dusted with crimson hues and eyes glazed over in pleasure, Sasuke looked utterly delectable. Itachi found himself licking his lips despite himself and hinged forward to press a kiss to the boy's lips.
"You're starting to soften up here, my love," he murmured, staring straight into Sasuke's eyes. "Should I add another finger, or should I open the rest of you up with my cock?"
Sasuke's alert gaze fixated on Itachi, and as soon as that question befell his ears, his hips bucked into Itachi's hand and he was cumming along both of their bellies in thick strands.
Itachi remained mesmerized as he carefully watched his Otouto's expression, his dick twitching uncontrollably between his thighs. It liked what it saw, and the cry that the boy released was nothing short of orgasm-worthy.
His Otouto's body sagged against the mattress as his chest heaved and he panted harshly. Itachi released his hold on the boy, pulling his fingers out simultaneously and watching in disappointment as that hole closed all too quickly when the intrusion disappeared.
No matter. He would pry Sasuke open with his dick anyways.
Without so much as a pause, he brought his fingers toward his mouth and pushed them inside, only to lick and suck them clean with his tongue.
"Aniki!" Sasuke sat up all too abruptly, yanking Itachi's fingers out of his mouth.
"Hmm?" he murmured, staring at the boy. He sat back on his knees and shins to allow his Otouto to comfortably maintain his upright position.
"What are you doing?!" Sasuke asked, frantic voice an octave higher than usual. His gaze jerked between Itachi's fingers and mouth.
The man tilted his head with a smirk, licking his lips simultaneously. "I'm tasting your insides, my love."
Sasuke spluttered. "I-It's dirty!"
"Hmm…" Itachi wrapped his hands around his Otouto's waist, cradling the boy in his arms as he leaned over and attached his lips to the column of Sasuke's neck, directly over the annoying dark mark. He sucked relentlessly without reservation.
A surprised groan escaped the boy's lips, and Itachi smirked. His Otouto was such an angel, so pure to think that Itachi sucking on his own fingers that had penetrated his ass was dirty. All he tasted was sweetness. Pure, unfiltered heaven.
But he won't admit to it this time. He had done it on an impulse, and his brain begged him to do it again by eating the boy's ass. But he would refrain this time. He didn't want to scare his Otouto away.
When Itachi finally pulled away from Sasuke's neck, satisfaction hummed throughout his being. The mark was overtaken by his own, and his Otouto was already getting hard again under his ministrations. A lovely twofer.
"My sweet kitten," he purred in the boy's ears, watching with amusement as the boy flushed under his heated gaze.
"Stop calling me those ridiculous pet names," Sasuke pouted, squirming in Itachi's hold. His nose scrunched up in mock distaste.
Itachi couldn't help but chuckle at how cute it looked. He leaned forward and coaxed the boy into a kiss. "Why not, my love?" he challenged.
"I'm not used to them. Besides, save it for someone you actually love."
A sense of something disgusting reared its head in Itachi's chest as his heartbeat rolled to a stop before it beated twice as loud in his ears as blood roared through his veins.
Had he not gotten his feelings across yet? As if he would fuck anyone he didn't love— Oh wait, nevermind. Let him rephrase: as if he'd kiss anyone who he didn't love. As if he'd treat anyone so gently who he didn't love. As if he'd be so considerate of someone he didn't love. As if he'd be this overprotective of someone he didn't adore. As if he could propose such a ridiculous experience with his Otouto if he didn't truly love him. Fuck, now he was getting worked up.
He did his best to exhale without alerting his Otouto that he had a ticking time bomb in his chest. Just a small one. So it was okay.
"But I do love you dearly, Otouto," he said in his best calm voice, nuzzling the boy's cheek.
In return, Sasuke eyed him oddly and hmphed. "Weirdo," he muttered, but his cheeks blushed and he couldn't look at the man without feeling warm and fuzzy.
"Don't you love me?" Itachi asked, voice disguised disgustingly pitifully as he cocked his head and eyed the boy expectantly.
Sasuke's eyes widened in alertness as if he'd never seen that look on Itachi's face before. Truthfully, it wasn't very often Itachi outwardly showcased the puppy dog look.
He watched in amusement as the boy tripped over his next words. Moments in time when Sasuke bestowed upon him his puppy dog eyes flashed before his eyes. Did the boy really think Itachi didn't know what he was doing all those times? Or maybe he did but didn't care, because he knew that Itachi would cave every single goddamn time.
"Of course I love you!" the boy declared a little too heatedly before he shrunk back into himself and covered his face with a groan.
As if he could see the knowing smirk on Itachi's face, the boy muttered a "Shut up" as he slid his hands off his face and pouted.
"I love you, too," Itachi crooned, his teasing tone forcing the boy to smack him against the chest with another indignant groan of embarrassment. Itachi chuckled, grasping onto the hand that had swiped at him, and pressed a kiss onto his Otouto's knuckles.
After all the fun and games, he pulled his Otouto into his lap and settled them back against the comfort of the headboard. The sight of a naked Sasuke straddling his nude body did very weird things to Itachi inside, things that never existed in his occasional romps.
With Sasuke's grip on his shoulders, Itachi uncapped the lube once more and poured a generous amount into his palm. Then, he set the bottle down on his nightstand and proceeded to smear all of it along Sasuke's opening.
The boy yelped and his fingers flexed against his shoulders. Itachi's eyes softened and he pressed sweet kisses on the boy's lips.
"Otouto, I'm going to take your virginity," he stated, and the furious blush on Sasuke's face only egged him on. "Do you want Aniki to wear a condom?"
Sasuke bit his lip as he shyly gazed at Itachi, and the man's heartbeat easily escalated at the mere sight. "...Did you use one with other people?" he asked hesitantly.
"Always."
"Does that mean you've never had sex with anyone without one?"
"That's right, my love."
"Then, I don't want you to wear one," the boy whispered, avoiding eye contact. "I— I want to be your first."
Oh fuck. Oh no. He did not expect that. His little kitten had a little possessive streak in him, did he? Itachi's cock twitched violently, precum dripping down the head to the base.
"Okay, Otouto. Anything you want."
He had to breathe. If he didn't, he'd fuck the boy silly.
With the remnants of lube that coated his hand, he jerked himself off a few times, relocating the lube to his erection. When he was done, he wiped any traces off on a nearby towel.
"Do you want to be in this position and see Aniki's face when I penetrate you? It will be harder on your body," he murmured, eyes focused on the boy's expressions. "Or do you want to be on your hands and knees? That will be easier for you."
Itachi felt the boy's clutch on him tighten. "I want to see your face," the boy whimpered, close to tears. He looked petrified, but refused to budge.
Itachi's poor heart skipped another beat. His hands gripped onto Sasuke's hips and lifted the boy, positioning him over his erection. He felt the blunt head of his cock jab against the boy's twitching hole and he needed to count backwards in his head to cool off.
"It's okay, my love," Itachi soothed. "We'll go slow, okay? It will feel better once I'm all the way in."
His Otouto whimpered and bit onto his bottom lip as if preparing himself. He nodded his head at Itachi's words. "Aniki, you feel hot," he uttered.
Fuck him. His grip tightened on Sasuke's hips. Relax, he grunted to himself.
His fingers flexed and loosened and he kept his eyes trained on his Otouto as he allowed gravity to do its job. At a painfully slow pace, he lowered the boy onto his cock, breaching his tight entrance with his head.
Sasuke shrieked in pain and collapsed into Itachi's chest, arms winding tightly around the man's neck. "A-Aniki," he whimpered.
Itachi gritted his teeth, lower body freezing. He supported the boy by wrapping an arm around his lower back while one arm reached up to stroke his back and hold him in place.
"Shhh shhh, it's okay, baby. Aniki's got you."
"I-It burns."
"I know. You're doing so good, Otouto. I'm going to bounce you a little on my cock, okay?"
With his arm adding slight pressure to Sasuke's lower back and the gentle rocking of his hips upwards, Itachi proceeded to slowly sink the boy down on his cock.
Nails dug into his back as the boy cried out, holding on for dear. "Ah! It hurts! I-It hurts!" he yelled, and Itachi could feel the beginnings of tears against his neck.
Fuck. Itachi was about a third of the way in, and he had never sweated so much from the mere act of penetration before in his entire life. But forcing himself to hold back was, quite possibly, the most torturous thing he'd ever done to himself.
He transferred his hands over to massage the boy's tender rump, a groan breaking free from his lips. "You're doing so good, Otouto," he praised. "You can scratch my back and bite me as much as you need to, but I need you to relax for Aniki."
The boy slipped down a bit more, encasing half of Itachi into his incredibly tight ass. Immediately after, Itachi's felt sharp teeth chew on his flesh and nails dig deep into his upper body and lats.
"Shhh," he murmured, pausing his lower half to press kisses on the boy's shoulders. "My good boy. I promise you it'll feel better soon." He nuzzled and trailed sweet kisses along Sasuke's shoulder blade as he pushed the boy down furrher.
The teeth tore into his flesh without mercy, and his Otouto cried out, body tensing and shaking uncontrollably. "No m-more, Aniki," he cried, hiccuping as he pulled back to meet Itachi's gaze with pleading eyes. "Aniki, no more."
Big, fat droplets dripped from the corners of his eyes as he looked at Itachi for direction. The man leaned forward and coaxed the boy into a kiss, slipping his tongue into Sasuke's mouth and entwining it with the boy's tongue just the way his Otouto liked it. He felt the vibrations of the boy's moan against his lips as he pressed forward more urgently.
Itachi pressed the boy down the rest of the way, swallowing Sasuke's scream simultaneously before he eased back.
His sweet Otouto was downright bawling now, words coming out choppy. "I-It's too much. Too much, I c-can't… Aniki, aghh, please. It hurts so much. I don't, I-I don't… pull out. P-pull o-out." His fingers clawed at Itachi's chest, leaving red welts in its wake.
"Otouto, look at me," Itachi commanded with a gentle voice. "Look at me."
Sasuke's unfocused, blurry gaze sought out Itachi's face, finally meeting Itachi's eyes as he chewed on the insides of his cheeks. His face was beet red, and his sweaty hair was matted against the sides of his face. Itachi thought he looked like an angel.
"I love you," Itachi uttered softly as if he was speaking to a skittish rabbit. "I love you. I love you. I love you." With each declaration of love, he pressed a kiss to Sasuke's face.
His hands released from the boy's hips and he wrapped his arms around the boy's frame, pressing him close to his own sweaty body in a sweet embrace. The boy sobbed and latched onto him, his hole twitching nonstop around the massive intrusion.
Itachi forced himself to remain extremely still despite the wet, hot heat that clung to his bare cock mercilessly. The only thing left for him to do was find the boy's prostate, but he knew his Otouto needed a minute.
"That's all of me, Otouto," he murmured. "You took me in so well. I knew you could do it. Aniki is so proud of you. Look how close we are now. How do you feel?"
"Achi…" the boy released a painful whine.
"Yes, my love?" He moved back to arm's length and pressed a kiss to the boy's lips.
"It burns…. I feel so full inside," he whispered, cheeks still wet from his tears.
Itachi swallowed hard and his hips shifted reflexively. Sasuke winced, but more tears did not spill from his beautiful eyes.
"You feel so good inside," Itachi breathed out, albeit the words slipped out subconsciously. Sasuke's surprised expression met his half-lidded eyes.
The boy swallowed, and Itachi could feel his inquisitive stare. "I'm making you feel good?" he uttered.
Did his Otouto not know that he, unequivocally and mercilessly, reduced Itachi to a puddle of goo without even having to lift a finger?
"So fucking good I can barely control myself," he answered without reservation.
A red hue painted Sasuke's cheeks, but this time Itachi reckoned it wasn't from overexertion. "I love you," Itachi cooed, eyes softening as he gazed at the boy tenderly.
Sasuke, in turn, looked like a deer caught in headlights and chose to hide his face into the crook of Itachi's nape. The man smiled, taking it as indication to continue.
He lifted Sasuke up about half way and pressed him back down, angling his hips in search of the boy's prostate. He could hear his Otouto's gasps of pain, but nothing to a degree that sent him crying. Thank goodness. Within three thrusts, he knew he had found it because, instead of a painful groan, the boy jerked in his hold and his mouth fell open in a surprised moan.
"A-Ahh!"
Sasuke threw his head back as his back arched toward Itachi's chest. He seemed confused as to why he was feeling good, but the man didn't let him dwell on it.
Itachi immediately followed up with bruising thrusts, hitting the spot repeatedly in full thrusts as opposed to half. Sasuke's feet stayed steady against the mattress next to Itachi's sides as he chased that feeling, the sweet sense of pleasure clouding over the pain. He bounced himself in Itachi's lap as he gripped tightly onto the man's shoulders, drool dripping down the corner of his mouth as his eyes glazed over in lust.
A growl escaped Itachi's lips as pleasure filled his body. He watched the boy ride his cock from above, meeting his thrusts eagerly with his own. His Otouto was a natural.
"Does that feel good now?" he asked, the blunt head of his cock slamming into the boy's prostate. "How does it feel to have Aniki's cock inside you?"
"I–I don't k-know… it feels weird and it hurts, but it also feels good. It feels good, Aniki. W-Why? Why does it feel good?" the boy cried out as Itachi stuffed his hole.
Itachi's eyes narrowed as his grip tightened on the boy's hips, shoving him down flat against his lap. The sound of flesh slapping against each other filled the room, followed by Sasuke's cries for more.
"It feels good because it's Aniki fucking you," he purred. His shameless words didn't even ruffle a feather inside. In fact, Itachi bathed in the reality of his declaration.
"Aniki," the boy mewled, "d-does it feel good for you?"
Itachi's hips paused briefly at the question before he resumed at a punishing pace while maintaining eye contact with his Otouto. "I'm in fucking heaven," he growled.
He lifted the boy and laid him down on his back against the mattress, spreading open the boy's thighs to fuck him in missionary.
Sasuke yelped as his hands fell from Itachi's shoulders and sought out the blanket underneath him instead. "Achi!" he shrieked, uncertainty in his voice at the new position.
Itachi groaned as he filled the boy up with his cock, staring openly at the entrance that swallowed him up. "Yes, baby?" he grunted as he continued to chase after his pleasure. His Otouto's hole was gradually being fucked open by his cock, and now it was so incredibly soft as it sucked him in with ease instead of trying to push him out.
"What are you doing?" his Otouto asked, his question interrupted by the hand that was pressed against his lower belly.
"I'm loving you, baby," Itachi responded, eyes fixated on Sasuke's lower half as if completely mesmerized. "Look," he grunted as he slid fully into the boy, brushing against his prostate and watching as Sasuke arched off the mattress with a hiss, "my cock reaches all the way up to your stomach."
Sasuke's eyes widened as he gazed down to where the man was pressing against his intestines. Sure enough, each time Itachi slid in, a protuberance was sighted there.
It was more lewd and insane than anything, but Itachi soaked it up with great bliss. "Your hole is so greedy. I wish you could see my cock thrusting inside you, Otouto," Itachi groaned. As soon as those words were uttered, Itachi's paused before he leaned over the bed to grab his phone off the nightstand
"I'll show you," he muttered as if to himself as opposed to the boy. The sound of a little chime went off and Itachi was holding the phone poised above Sasuke's entire body, specifically zooming in on his lower half.
Itachi's hips met the boy's ass with each thrust, lifting Sasuke's body off the mattress. The boy screamed underneath him as he begged the man to not record him.
"No, Aniki! Stop it!" he said in embarrassment, arm reaching out to try and snag his phone, but Itachi kept it out of arm's reach and, instead, pressed his body down against the bed with each violent thrust inside.
"You take me so well," he groaned, as if Sasuke's previous words fell on deaf ears. "I can fit all the way inside. It's like your body knows it's me, Otouto, and it's opening up for me."
Sasuke's ears burned in embarrassment underneath Itachi, as if Itachi's dirty talk affected him in weird ways.
"Good boy. Eat Aniki's cock more. I knew you'd be able to take all of me. I just knew it." The words were uttered in pure conviction.
"Aniki," Sasuke whined as he gripped onto Itachi's thighs. They were so hard, not a hint of softness. Only thick, corded muscles.
"Your prostate is all the way here, Otouto," Itachi growled as he angled his hips and slammed against it. "Do you feel it?"
Sasuke sobbed against the constant assault against his pleasure spot, the feeling of Itachi's large and heavy cock dragging along his inner walls making his toes curl.
"It's perfect," Itachi continued as if talking to himself again. "No one would be able to reach it. Only me. You won't lay your hands on another man anyways because you promised. Right? Fuck. I'm so deep inside you, baby. Look at your stomach. I'm messing up your insides."
The pleasure was blinding at this point that Sasuke couldn't take much more of it. In fact, he could barely understand the meaning behind Itachi's growling words as his screams echoed in the room.
"A-Aniki, please. Stop. I'm scared. I'm scared," Sasuke eventually wailed.
Itachi grunted in retaliation, but he stopped recording and tossed his phone on the bed. The sight of something protruding against his intestines probably freaked his sweet Otouto out, so instead he covered Sasuke's torso with his own, coming face-to-face with the boy.
"Come here, baby. It's okay. Everything is okay," he cooed, brushing a sweaty lock from the boy's face. Itachi kissed his Otouto tenderly, a direct contrast to what was happening downstairs. He felt Sasuke respond almost desperately, and his heart soared. "Aniki is just loving you. You're okay."
As gently as he could while still remaining inside the boy, Itachi flipped the boy onto his hands and knees, slid the phone directly in Sasuke's view, and hit play on the recently recorded video.
Moans and groans blared from the video in front of Sasuke's face as Itachi resumed fucking him doggystyle.
"See? he grunted as his hips snapped forward. Good God, Itachi could see everything from this angle, and the mere sight made him want to cum. He blanketed his body over Sasuke's sweaty back as he inhaled the sweet scent coming from his nape. His hips never stopped thrusting. "It's not scary. Look how beautiful you look, Sasuke. You take Aniki so well," he purred. "You're my good boy. I'm so proud of you."
"Nghhhh… Aniki," the boy moaned as if comforted by his words.
"Yes, my love?" He pressed a kiss to Sasuke's temple from behind. The boy arched back against him and moaned. Itachi would never get tired of hearing that sound; it tickled his ears and rang loudly in all of his dreams. "Does it feel good from behind?"
"It feels good," the boy whispered, his hips coming back against Itachi's thrusts. Like Itachi said, his Otouto was a natural. His gaze was rooted on the video Itachi had played in front of him, his gaze bashful, but he was licking his lips as if the sight of it turned him on.
When the video rolled to a stop, Itachi hit replay. "Touch yourself while you watch me fuck you, Otouto," he commanded.
Immediately, the boy obliged as if he was already itching to do so. Itachi settled back in an upright position as he tore into Sasuke's soft hole with his dripping cock. He was so close to blowing his load, but not before he watched his baby get off from watching Itachi fuck him in that video.
"You see how slutty your hole looks swallowing me up?" he groaned as the boy tightened around him, as if his innocent Otouto was being edged on by his words. Sasuke's muffled cries rang in his ears as his slender hand stroked himself.
Fucking shit. Itachi couldn't contain himself.
"Tell me, Otouto. Did I take your virginity?" He demanded an answer as he attacked the boy's prostate.
"Y-Yes!" the boy sobbed against the mattress, right cheek pressed against it while his eyes flickered back to Itachi. The video was still playing, but it seemed his Otouto was more interested in him than the video.
"Good boy," he growled approvingly. "Tell me you're mine now."
Sasuke's body shook as his glazed over eyes stayed rooted on the man. A whimper departed from his lips as his knuckles protruded from his grip on the blanket, yet his other hand continued to jerk himself off.
"B-But Aniki…"
Itachi's fingers immediately tightened, bruising his Otouto's hips in a forceful grip as he gritted his teeth to offset the undeniably pleasure that ate away at his brain. The "but" wasn't what he wanted to hear. Far from.
"Be a good boy, Otouto. Tell me," he growled, and even to his ears, his tone was anything but nice.
Sasuke whined underneath him, ass tightening around Itachi's cock. The man could tell he was reaching his limit, yet he would not let this slide.
With his cock deep inside the boy, he paused his movements, forcing another low moan of disapproval from his Otouto.
"Say, 'I'm yours forever, Aniki.' Say it," he commanded harshly. His fingers flexed against Sasuke's hip, but did not release him.
"Aniki, Aniki," the boy sobbed, his hole tightening and pulsing around Itachi's cock as if sirening for a continuation.
"Sasuke," Itachi growled, but this time in warning, as he pulled out all the way only to slam back in all at once and halt his movements. The boy yelped as his body jerked forward against the mattress, teary gaze begging for something more. "Say it or you don't get to call me Aniki anymore."
"No! Aniki, don't!" his Otouto screeched in instant panic. The dread in his voice was so evident that Itachi knew he struck a chord. "No no no, Aniki, p-please. I'm s-sorry!"
He was having a complete meltdown.
Tears fell down his face nonstop, much worse than when Itachi first penetrated the boy, and his speech was so garbled by his cries that the words made little sense.
The sight should have made Itachi feel guilty, and his heart hurt tremendously at the sight of his Otouto crying. Honestly, he had not known the degree of impact when he had uttered those words, but apparently they were Earth-shattering for his Otouto. But Itachi did not understand why Sasuke wouldn't just say those four words.
"A-Aniki… A-Aniki, n-no, I-I'm sorry. I'm s-sorry. Please, please. Aniki." The boy had lifted and twisted his face back pleadingly, searching desperately for forgiveness or amusement or anything in Itachi's gaze that indicated he was only joking. There was none.
"You don't get to call me that. Not until you tell me, Sasuke."
Sasuke's eyes welled with more tears. "I-I, I-I'll say it. I'm yours forever, Aniki. Don't hate me, Aniki. Don't hate me."
The desperation in Sasuke's voice was so thick that Itachi wondered if he had any idea that that was how Itachi felt all the time inside recently when it came to his Otouto.
His glare dissipated in an instant as if it was never there. In its place were warm, gentle eyes.
"I'm yours, Aniki. I'm yours forever." The boy continued to cry as if lost in his own sorrow, and Itachi relented. He must have freaked the boy out silly.
Gently, he twisted his hiccuping Otouto around so they were back in missionary and laid kisses all over his face. "Good boy," he murmured sweetly as if to balance out what he had just done. "My sweet, good Otouto. Let Aniki finish making love to you, okay?"
"A-Aniki!" The boy latched himself onto Itachi, his tear-stained face digging into the man's neck. Physically, his Otouto was big now, but he still had a soft heart and child-like air. Itachi prayed he'd stay like that forever.
Itachi wrapped the boy's legs tightly around his hips as he quickened his pace, groans filtering through his lips much more choppy than before. His hands made haste to grip tightly onto the bar along the headboard as he shoved his cock inside, making sure Sasuke took all of him with each of his thrusts.
Sasuke's moans and screams melded with his own groans. The boy latched onto him like a lifeline, and much to Itachi's pleasure, he began grinding his dick against Itachi to meet his downward thrusts.
"Feels so good," he whimpered, refusing to release the man from his hold. "A-Aniki, make m-me cum," he pleaded.
Itachi's grip tightened drastically on the railing, white knuckles protruding and veins rippling up his arms, and he slammed as deep as he could into the boy's hole. He growled. "Yes, Otouto. Cum all over Aniki's cock," he urged, watching as Sasuke grinded against him while he sobbed in ecstasy. "Cum for me, Otouto. Fuck. You feel so good wrapped around my cock. Cum for me, baby."
With a jerk of his hips followed by eyes rolling back, the boy's head arched back against the mattress and his legs tightened around Itachi's hips, keeping the man pressed deep inside him, as his ass began to pulse around Itachi's cock and a scream erupted from his cherry lips. Hot streams of cum splattered between them, coating both their bellies.
Itachi's body twitched and his hips grinded into his Otouto's body as he stared openly at Sasuke, whose body had given out and immobile arms had dropped onto the mattress. With glazed over eyes, small, sweet moans continued to filter through his lips as Itachi grinded inside of him.
"You're so fucking tight, Otouto," Itachi said with a circular roll of his hips. "I'm going to cum so deep inside you that you won't be able to clean it out."
"Aniki…" the boy breathed as if too exhausted to respond.
Itachi took that to his advantage.
"Call me 'Itachi', Otouto."
"...Itachi," he repeated. Sasuke's half-lidded eyes gazed up at the man.
"Now say, 'Cum inside my ass, Itachi,'" the man commanded softly, his cock swollen beyond belief as he grinded into his Otouto's intestines.
Sasuke seemed to tilt his head slightly in question, but he seemed like he was in so much of a daze that it didn't embarrass him to utter.
"Cum inside my ass, Itachi," he moaned softly. As if he was giving Itachi permission, Sasuke's hole squeezed the man's cock.
Itachi gritted his teeth, his hips flexed and completely froze against the boy's ass, and then he was groaning uncontrollably at a volume that was so atypical of him.
His cock pulsed and spasmed and white hot liquid splashed all over his Otouto's insides. "Oh fuck, Otouto. Take all of Aniki's cum," he said, head tossed back as he experienced the true meaning of bliss. "Keep it inside of you. Don't let any of it leak out."
Somewhere along his road of bliss, he heard Sasuke groan and whine underneath him and felt fingers latch onto the back of his upper thighs as if encouraging him to remain in place. But he had been far too gone to remember other than the repeated conviction in his mind that this had been the best sex he had had in his entire life.
His brain urged him to do more, more, more, but when he looked down, the boy was already unconscious.
H.J.
It was mid-afternoon when Sasuke woke up. At first, he was extremely groggy and didn't know left from right. His body ached when he moved and it was so bright outside that the light streaming through the curtains made his head ache. He caught sight of the time on the nightstand before he realized two things: 1) he didn't own a digital clock in his bedroom, and 2) it was almost three o'clock and he'd be late for his midterm if he didn't get his ass out of bed pronto.
However, when he tried to sit up, something heavy was coiled around his waist, and when he glanced down, a hoard of memories flooded into his brain, nearly giving him a heart attack. A gasp broke through his brain fog, and the boy covered his mouth to keep from screaming.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
His brain screeched at him. Holy shit. What did he do? He had gotten roped into another one of Itachi's games. But how could he not when his Aniki was so persuasive? It absolutely did not help that Sasuke thought Itachi was the most attractive human being on the planet. However, it wasn't something he was ever going to act on due to the complications, and he had never once thought Itachi would be the one to bring it up.
His face burned through his fingers. It felt so good though. Who knew sex was supposed to be that good? There was so much he couldn't remember because everything had been blanketed by the indescribable amount of pleasure, but he couldn't afford to think about it now anyway because he was incredibly sore.
But he wasn't so blind as to recognize that things like this weren't meant to last. Besides, his Aniki wasn't one to do anything other than one night stands, and he had only proposed such a thing from the beginning for Sasuke's benefit. Maybe this was his way of rationalizing a guilty conscience before it grew even bigger and out of hand.
He needed to figure out his jumbled emotions before he said anything to the man, but right now, if he didn't get up, he'd fail his midterm exam.
The hardest part came after he had carefully removed his Aniki's arm's from his waist. It was then that he realized Itachi was still nestled inside of him.
His face turned beet red and he could feel his nether regions responding as he slowly tried to ease the man out of his hole, taking careful precautions not to wake the man up.
He was so close to being successful, so close to climbing out of bed, that he celebrated too early and nearly jumped out of his bones when he felt movement behind him.
An arm hooked around his waist, dragging him back down into a lying position, and simultaneously impaled him back onto Itachi's very, very erect cock. "Where are you going?" his Aniki murmured into his neck before he was on top of him in an instant. Sasuke did not have enough time to respond as he felt his pleasure spot inside get slammed into.
A squelch reverberated within the room followed by liquid pooling between Sasuke's cheeks, staining the mattress instantly.
Sasuke yelped as his knees were pushed against his chest and his ankles hung off Itachi's shoulders. His knees crowded against his chest as his Aniki leaned down to eye level. "A-Aniki," the boy winced slightly and pressed a palm against Itachi's shoulder. "Aniki, nngh, I have to go to class," he moaned. He arched off the bed when Itachi slid expertly against his prostate again. The lewd sounds of wet cum and bodies slapping against one another echoed in the room. Sticky, warm liquid from the previous night's activities steadily trickled out of Sasuke's hole, only for it to be shoved back inside his belly.
"Stay here with me," Itachi breathed, lust-filled gaze rooted between Sasuke's thighs where his large cock was shoving its way in the tight sphincter.
"B-But I have a midterm today," the boy groaned, hands gripping on Itachi's forearm, as his anxious eyes attempted to catch his Aniki's gaze. "I need to g-go, or I'll be late."
Itachi wasn't looking at him. In fact, the man had rocked back so that his gaze could focus on what was happening between Sasuke's legs. The boy's skin heated up underneath that gaze; it was too unrestrained, completely glazed over in a thick sheet of lust.
Gazing up at his Aniki and watching as Itachi's body moved persistently above him, it registered to Sasuke in that moment how big his brother actually was up close. Even on his knees hovering over his body, Itachi's frame was wide and large and he was a towering inferno over Sasuke's measly, lean form. An image of his brother pulling four reps at 500 pounds at the gym flashed through his mind, and he bit his lip at the thought.
Going against someone like that was a tough break, especially if his Aniki seemed a bit lost in thought.
"Aniki," Sasuke said, words echoing as a hoarse moan instead of a call for attention, "A-Aniki, let go, please. I really need to get to class. Hey– are you, ahh, listening to me, Ani—"
A set of eyes settled on him, harsh and cold as a winter breeze. Sasuke could tell the man was gritting his teeth tightly, the sound of Itachi's jaw clicking an indication of such, and he flinched at the look. Was he angry at him?
"You'll stay here with me, Otouto" came the final tone. "Let me love you."
What? Sasuke's brows furrowed in confusion. What did that mean? Did Itachi not understand that if he did not get his ass out of bed, then all of his studying last night would have been for naught? He had never failed a class in his life, and he didn't want to start now. At this point, he'd have to take a taxi, and even then he'd be at least ten minutes late.
As if on cue, his phone began buzzing itself off the nightstand. Both their eyes darted in that direction in time to see an image of a shirtless Neji sticking his tongue out pop up on the screen, a picture the brunette had taken himself as his contact picture. The man was probably wondering why he wasn't in class yet.
When Sasuke looked back to Itachi, he nearly gasped. Pure, unfiltered rage rippled along the man's features, conveniently on display for the whole world to see. A murderous glint sparkled at the corner of the man's eyes and his body shook above Sasuke's from something far from pleasure. Even his hips stopped thrusting momentarily, allowing Sasuke's legs to fall onto the bedspread.
"Achi," Sasuke called hesitantly as if he was attempting to talk down an individual bent on suicide. The boy reached a hand up, intent to turn the man's face away from the phone dancing along his nightstand, but his hand jerked back in surprise when his Aniki lurched forward, grabbed the phone, and chucked it against the opposite wall, adjacent to the door.
The phone hit the wall with a loud thud, but did not shatter, and then slid down until it laid motionless along the carpeted room.
The burst of anger was so explosive that Sasuke didn't know how to react. And then his Aniki's glare was set on him.
"Why is he calling you?" Itachi demanded, a reverberating growl set deep within his throat. "Stay away from him, Otouto."
Indignation and confusion flared inside Sasuke's chest, muddled slightly by the presence of fear. Why was Itachi acting like that? It wasn't like Sasuke did anything in particular to piss him off, so why was he getting yelled at?
The thrusts resumed, this time more violently as the man shoved his entire length fully inside and grinded deeply each time before pulling out. Sasuke's swollen hole could barely accommodate his Aniki's impulsiveness without the soreness overriding his other senses.
"Do you feel me inside you, my love? This is proof that you belong to Aniki now. I don't want to see his face, I don't want to hear his name, and he will stay far away from you, or I don't know what I'll do to him. Do you understand me?"
Sasuke's eyes were peeled wide open in pure shock as his fingers moved from latching onto the bed to pushing against Itachi's chest. "A-Aniki," Sasuke winced. "Stop! I-It's too much. It's starting to hurt." This was getting too much for him, mentally and physically. He could feel his body falling apart underneath his Aniki's brutal pace, and the words that the man was relaying to him started to become scary.
Itachi never spoke to him like that. It was almost as if that phone call was his Aniki's trigger, forcing the man to dive off the deep end, only to be resurrected as an overprotective, scary caveman. But Sasuke refused to believe his Aniki had any intentions of harming him.
Sasuke felt a tear escape his eyes and his bottom lip quivered uncontrollably. "A-Aniki, please stop. I need a break, okay? I need to get to school, or I'll fail my class."
Next thing the boy knew, he heard a clang and one of his wrists was handcuffed to the headboard. Sasuke huffed, wide-eyed, and tugged his wrist, but only a resounding jingle was heard. He looked at his Aniki with questioning eyes, hoping that he was imagining what he was seeing right now. There was no way his Aniki owned handcuffs, right? Where did he even pull them out from?
"Stop talking about leaving me, Otouto!" Itachi roared, shoving the boy back on the bed. His palms slammed against the headboard with a loud thump.
Sasuke's body jerked heavily in astonishment as more tears began to drip down his cheeks. Itachi must have caught onto his frightened expression because his glare softened, and he attempted to undo his words by giving the boy a peck.
"Stay here with me" Sasuke heard his Aniki mutter.
With rounded eyes filled with a panicked gaze, Sasuke released a sob he had been holding in. "Achi, I don't like this," he croaked, tears wetting his face. "You're being scary. Please stop."
Itachi's hips paused as he bent down for another kiss. "I'm not being scary, Otouto. I'm just loving you. See?"
His thrusts softened to a degree that they were no longer classified as violent, but Sasuke wasn't ready for any of it.
His Aniki kept him in bed throughout the rest of the afternoon and into the evening, refusing to let him leave his sight. Eventually, his Aniki undid the handcuffs, but did not put them away. By the time he had fallen asleep with Sasuke in his arms, it was nearly midnight.
Once again, Sasuke pried the man's grip from his body and eased his Aniki's erection out of his body. This time, however, he succeeded without waking Itachi up.
His body ached so much that, when he finally felt his feet touch the carpet for the first time that night, he collapsed onto his knees and his body wouldn't stop shaking.
"I just need some time…" he muttered. He wasn't sure whether he had said that for his own sake or his Aniki's, but saying it aloud riddled him with a myriad of emotions that he could not handle in his current state. Among them were uncertainty, guilt, confusion, and a kind of sadness he had never felt before. Mixed with the handful of other emotions that he could not yet pinpoint, Sasuke felt vulnerable and lost.
The splitting headache messed with his concentration, but he managed to heave himself onto his feet, dress himself, pick up his phone by the door, pack everything important to him in one duffel bag, and step out of the house.