Part 8: Gentle
"Will you kiss me, my love?" Itachi whispered, lips so close to Sasuke's, as he stared into the boy's eyes. He didn't dare raise his voice any higher, afraid that the volume would spook Sasuke and make him rescind his permission. Itachi tilted his head slightly, moving a fraction of an inch closer. "Kiss me, Otouto," he coaxed fondly.
"You… You're such a bastard, Aniki," Sasuke muttered without any heat to his words.
Oops. Maybe his Otouto figured out what he was doing. After all, it was important that Sasuke initiated first. That gave Itachi permission to move forward.
He didn't think too much of it because, in the next second, Itachi felt a warm pair of lips press against his, and his eyes closed blissfully. He grasped onto Sasuke's hands and pulled him out of his seat. Then, he snaked his hands down Sasuke's back to hook around the insides of his thighs, lifting the boy up to coil his legs around his hips. Sasuke immediately looped his arms around Itachi's neck so he could maintain balance.
"Hold onto me," Itachi said. "Don't let go."
"I won't let go" came Sasuke's muffled and childish voice against his lips.
He couldn't let go even if he wanted to. If he did, he'd flop over backwards and fall. Not that Itachi would let him of course. The man couldn't suppress the smile tugging at his lips.
Hold onto me forever, Otouto.
As Itachi walked them to the sofa, he felt his Otouto's sweet tongue prodding at the seam of his lips, and he couldn't help the groan that reverberated at the back of his throat as he granted access. God, how he missed his taste.
The boy tasted so sweet. His beautiful, unbelievably lovely Otouto was the only thing in the world that would cause him to experience such gluttony.
Itachi's tongue wrapped around Sasuke's as they played a game of twirl and chase. He felt his Otouto's breath against his lips, so real and vivid, unlike the ones in his imagination these past few months.
Sasuke moaned against Itachi's lips, the sound reminding him that his Otouto loved kissing and could hardly ever deny him of kisses.
When he sat down with the boy in his lap, Itachi reluctantly pulled away from the panting boy only to reach down and tug Sasuke's shirt over his head. His eyes roamed wildly all over, drinking in the sight of his beautiful Otouto and his soft, unmarred skin. No marks anywhere.
He kept one hand steady on Sasuke's hip while his other trailed down his Otouto's torso, brushing over and pinching a nub along the way. Sasuke jolted with a gasp in his lap.
"You're so beautiful," Itachi murmured, voice dripping in adoration.
The boy's blush was followed by a scowl. "Shut up, Aniki," he said.
Itachi merely smiled, reaching hands down to unbutton the boy's jeans. "Take them off for me, Otouto," he softly commanded, hands lingering at the boy's sides, as he watched with great fondness as Sasuke stripped completely, a precious blush on his cheeks. God, he was such an adorable angel.
Itachi mirrored his movements, bunching up his t-shirt with a fist and tugging the whole thing off fluidly, followed by his pants and briefs. He tossed them aside like they were trash, exposing his erection, which bobbed heavily before him. A drug-like haze followed as Itachi's eyelids drooped a fraction. He reached his hands out to Sasuke with a "Come here, baby" echoing in the living room and watched unblinkingly as the boy shyly straddled his lap again.
Itachi's erection glistened with a shiny bead of precum, the head an angry red from being neglected for so long. His Otouto was also hard, his body trembling slightly in the man's lap as he adjusted himself and rested his palms on Itachi's shoulders.
Compared to Sasuke's lean body, Itachi was just a wall of muscles that easily overshadowed his form. Had it not been for the hands around the elder's body, it would have been difficult to tell from behind that someone was sitting in his lap. But Itachi had to admit that he preferred it that way. If Sasuke was small and fragile compared to Itachi's strong and athletic body, then all the more reason for Itachi to remain by his side to protect him.
Itachi felt like he was a very reliable person for his Otouto. If Sasuke would only open his mouth to ask him, he'd give him anything he'd wanted. If only Sasuke would realize that sooner.
The man couldn't help the lecherous look that overtook his countenance. His eyes trailed down the length of the boy's body, settling longer on his groin than any place else, while he circled his fingertips along the boy's hips.
"I'll be gentle, Otouto," he murmured, looking into the boy's eyes. Sasuke was breathing heavier than usual in his lap, looking as if he'd bolt at any second. So Itachi leaned forward and placed sweet kisses all over his neck and shoulders. "I love you. I love you so much, Otouto. I'll be gentle, okay? So don't leave me after. I promise I'll be gentle so don't leave me alone again, okay?"
Itachi felt hands tighten on his shoulders with the barest whisper of an "Aniki," and it was then that Itachi realized his body was trembling as he tried to prevent an onset of devastating emotions.
Fuck. This wasn't what he wanted to show Sasuke at all.
"I won't leave, Aniki," Sasuke said, voice small but unwavering.
"Promise," Itachi nearly demanded.
A bit of the panic fled from Sasuke's eyes in place of concern. "I promise."
Itachi crushed the boy to his chest in an embrace, and upon feeling Sasuke's cock brush against his and hearing the sharp intake of breath, the man released the breath he didn't realize he was holding in. Itachi settled Sasuke on his bottom, dropping down to his knees between the boy's legs. He gingerly spread open Sasuke's legs, littering kisses along the insides of his thighs, before reaching his Otouto's groin.
He used his hands to press the boy's thighs wide open and keep them in place, tickling the twitching erection with his hot breath. Above him, Sasuke covered his red face.
"A-Aniki…" the boy whimpered, embarrassed about revealing everything to Itachi.
Itachi could hardly control his excitement, his cock dripping between his legs to a degree that a damp spot settled on the carpet. He felt like a beast in mating season, but it was impossible to stop his body from responding.
From his position, he could see everything. The beautiful cock with its pale shade of pink, the cream-colored legs that he rested on his shoulders, and the hole in the center that trembled and begged for attention.
Itachi could see evidence of a past intrusion in that hole, which caused the outer ring of muscle to loosen slightly as if something large had fucked its way inside. That intrusion was him, of course. That hole had generously housed his cock not three months ago, and it did so well doing it that it left behind its mark.
As it should.
Fuck, he wanted to eat it.
His hands were on the brink of shaking when he pressed both thumbs along Sasuke's glutes, spreading Sasuke's cheeks further apart.
It was so goddamn pretty and pink inside.
Would his Otouto's hole open obediently for him this time? Would he scream for him if he abused his prostate? Would he miss Itachi's cock if he pulled out?
Itachi had so many questions. He needed to hone in on the details this time and figure them out.
Without any warning, Itachi dove in and buried his mouth between Sasuke's ass, his tongue coming out to lick and play with the twitching hole.
Sasuke's reaction was instantaneous. His eyes flew wide open, his hands scrambled to grip onto the pillows on the couch, and his hips arched against Itachi's hot tongue, seeking out warmth. A scream rang in Itachi's ears as he dug his face deeper.
Itachi couldn't suppress his own groan, as it escaped his lips and vibrated upward. He had shoved his tongue inside the tight, little hole, tasting mouthfuls of Sasuke's insides so easily that he was terrified that this scent, this taste, this smell would eventually be torn away from him. He had just begun, but his anxiety had already told him to expect the end.
"Aniki! No!" Sasuke shrieked when he came back to his senses. One of his hands came to push Itachi away, but the man continued to eat and eat, trying each time to shove his face a little closer and his tongue a little deeper. His grip tightened on his Otouto to keep his thighs spread as the boy slid more onto his lower back on the couch, hips in the air. "Stop, Aniki! It's dirty! No!"
Dirty?
He knew his precious Otouto so well. To the degree that he knew Sasuke would say such a thing. That was why he didn't outright tell the boy what he was going to do.
But how could he say it was dirty when he tasted so good? Itachi wondered as he continued to soften up the boy's insides with his tongue and saliva. The more he thrusted his tongue inside, the more saliva he was possessed to leave behind. Just the idea of having his body fluids inside his Otouto's hole did things to Itachi that he could not put into words.
Between Sasuke's nonstop moans and Itachi's growls, Itachi slid in his index finger alongside his tongue.
"A-Ahh!" The boy's legs tightened reflexively around Itachi. "Mmm, that feels g-good!" Sasuke whimpered.
Itachi retrieved his tongue, eyes flickering up to a panting Sasuke. So his Otouto liked being finger and tongue fucked at the same time, huh? His finger continued to push inside the boy at a faster pace, gliding in and out easily. "Does it hurt, baby?" he asked sweetly, curling his finger each time he entered as deep as he could.
"Haaah, no. It feels good," Sasuke whispered as his legs loosened and dropped to the ground. His arms reached up in Itachi's direction and the man fully sat up and cradled the boy against his body, allowing Sasuke to grip onto his biceps for support. With one arm around his Otouto, Itachi added a second finger inside.
The boy groaned, pain etched into his voice, and hid his face in Itachi's chest, beads of sweat dripping down his temple, as his grip grew increasingly tighter.
"Shhh, it's okay," Itachi murmured. He began to twist both fingers inside, slowly and steadily opening up Sasuke's hole. "I need to open you up for me, Otouto."
For a second there, Itachi bit onto his lower lip as his body shook from overstimulation. The fully formed damp spot remained evident on the carpet between his legs, and he felt like a rabid animal who couldn't reign it in. Itachi shut his eyes tightly and swallowed hard.
His Otouto was so tight and warm inside, muscles working overtime around his intrusive fingers, but instead of pushing them out, it was pulling them in and refusing to let go.
To distract himself, Itachi nudged the boy into a kiss, peppering sweet kisses along Sasuke's lips. When the pained expression ebbed away from his Otouto's face, Itachi added a third finger.
"Unnngh, Aniki," Sasuke whined in his embrace. "It… It's starting to f-feel… weird."
The boy could hardly get out his words, much less control the movement of his own body.
"Bear with me, Otouto," Itachi said. "We're almost there." He retrieved his other arm and, with a little maneuvering, the man was pumping Sasuke's weeping cock on his hand. "Does that feel better?" He asked.
Now, he was looking directly at his Otouto, one palm finger fucking his Otouto who had slipped toward the edge of the couch while the other jerked him off.
The boy threw his head back, hips simultaneously chasing after his warm palm before slamming against the fingers inside his ass. He was taking it much better this time than the first, Itachi noticed. There were no tears in his eyes, and even though his face was flushed and his breathing was hard, he wasn't in any pain. Perhaps some discomfort, but it seemed bearable. In fact, the discomfort seemed almost minimal, Itachi thought, since Sasuke looked like an angel riding himself on Itachi's fingers. The man's cock bobbed against his abdomen in anticipation.
Like he said, his Otouto was made for him.
"A-Aniki, I- I need… I n-need…"
Itachi tilted his head slightly. "What do you need, baby?"
Without any hesitation, the boy reached down and wrapped his pretty little fingers around Itachi's cock, grip slipping slightly along the girth due to the wetness there. Itachi gritted his teeth at the sudden action.
Hah. He nearly lost it and came.
He looked down at his lap and noticed that his groin was slick from his precum. How fucking embarrassing. His Otouto only stared at him in wonder as if fascinated by such a thing, and on any other occasion, Itachi may have made a joke about how it was unlikely a human would get this much turned on by anyone.
Instead, Itachi pulled his fingers out. "Turn around, Otouto," he commanded. "Hold onto the couch with your hands and spread your legs for Aniki."
Sasuke scrambled up on shaky limbs as he bent over doggystyle and held onto the back of the couch. Itachi noted his Otouto's beautiful, slim waist and soft skin as he gripped onto his erection with one palm and pressed the head against Sasuke's hole.
The boy arched with a whimper. "So hot," Sasuke said. "Aniki, it's so wet."
Itachi growled, a sliver of himself peeking through the cage. "But you like it when Aniki's cock gets wet for you, don't you?" Between Itachi's saliva dripping from Sasuke's hole and his wet erection smearing precum all over it, Sasuke was lubed up for him.
"Mmm, y-yes, yes," the boy panted, digging his forehead into the couch. "Aniki, Aniki, Aniki, please," he chanted.
A guttural noise echoed at the back of Itachi's throat. It was so sudden that Itachi almost didn't realize it was coming from him. "Tell me what you need, Otouto. I'll give you anything."
"A-Aniki," a low sob came from Sasuke, "I want Aniki."
An unrecognizable emotion flashed through Itachi's eyes at those three words. He dropped his hand that had positioned his cock against Sasuke's hole and weaved his fingers through Sasuke's instead, leaning over and blanketing the boy's back with his chest.
"You have me," Itachi replied with conviction. He felt the boy flex his fingers and grip onto his hands tightly, and in a split second, Itachi thrusted forward and sank himself fully into the boy. A hoarse scream echoed in his eardrums, followed by Itachi's haggard pants and the sound of flesh slapping against flesh twice in a row before Itachi realized he was fucking the boy without even a pause, and he forced himself to stop.
Fucking hell. He had slipped up. He had worried so much about being gentle at the beginning that he underestimated how his body would react once he was inside the boy.
His precious baby trembled in his grip, legs shaking uncontrollably, and Itachi had to break free from one of Sasuke's hands to wrap his arm around the boy's abdomen to support him. When the trembling got better, Itachi palmed Sasuke's erection. It was still hard. Incredibly so.
"Shhh, my love. It's okay, it's okay. The pain will go away. Aniki is here," he murmured in Sasuke's ears. The hand that held onto him for dear life refused to loosen and a mixed painful, yet sweet moan slipped past Sasuke's lips.
"A-Aniki…" the boy whimpered as he looked back at Itachi. Tears shone in his eyes and his face was red with sweat and pain, yet he didn't scream at Itachi to pull out.
Itachi pressed a tender kiss to the boy's forehead, watching Sasuke blink cutely as he stared at him as he pulled away.
"You're doing so good, Otouto. You took Aniki all at once today. Do you feel better now that you have Aniki inside you?"
Despite the tears in his eyes, the boy nodded his head quite fervently.
"Aniki… you're too big…" Sasuke mumbled, as if passing off a joke to ease the pain.
Itachi smiled warmly at that. "Do you not like that about Aniki?" he asked.
His adorable Otouto, bless his soul, pouted at that. "I didn't say that," he responded, a little wince still etched onto his face as Itachi shifted his hips.
"Do you want to know what I love about being inside you?" Itachi murmured. He didn't wait for an answer, as if he was eager to respond to his own question. "Everything. I love the way you squeeze my cock so tightly as if afraid I'll pull out. I love how you're so soft and warm inside. I love when you tighten your legs around my hips when I'm about to cum, because you want me to spill my cum inside you. And when I know your sweet spot is hiding deep inside you and I am the only one able to reach it, the only one that is allowed to make you feel good, it makes my heart flutter."
His Otouto had turned away from him mid-speech, an angry red flaring up along his nape and cheeks. "Stop saying embarrassing things," Sasuke mumbled.
Despite such, his cock had twitched in Itachi's hands at his words.
A smile dangled along Itachi's lips as he pulled back and thrust his hips forward, sliding his thick cock along Sasuke's insides. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh reverberated in the room, followed by Sasuke's yelp, which was clouded by his moan.
Itachi maintained the torturously slow pace, gritting his teeth as he forced himself to calm down. He didn't want his Otouto leaving him again. He had to behave.
"Does it hurt, Otouto?" he panted, eyes trained on his cock sliding in and out. The tight ring of muscles clenched and squeezed him so eagerly that it was difficult for him to concentrate on his words. When Sasuke shook his head, he picked up his pace just a tad, slamming his hips flushed against his beloved's rump. "Does it feel good to have Aniki's cock in your ass, then?" He pushed those words out with some difficulty while distractedly watching his slick erection shove its way back inside.
"It f-feels good, A-Aniki… ahhh!" Sasuke pushed himself back against Itachi as if begging for more.
"Am I being gentle?" Itachi questioned, brows furrowed as he tried to concentrate on his wording. His palms moved from the boy only to spread open his cheeks more for a better view.
When Itachi fully pulled out, he could see inside the boy completely. It looked so soft and wet inside. Like home.
His cock was wide in girth and long in length. It was also heavy and intimidating in appearance, and the only good things that Itachi deemed it worthy of were prying his Otouto wide open to see inside and assaulting his prostate for the maximum level of pleasure.
And it seemed to be working because, when Itachi stared at Sasuke's face, it was drenched in a kind of lust that he'd never seen before. The boy's mouth was hanging open, hot puffs of air escaping, his eyes were half-lidded at best, cheeks a rosy tint, saliva dripping messily on the corner of his mouth, hair tousled, and lips bruised reddish purple.
He uttered a string of words at Itachi as he shoved his hips backward, attempting to meet each one of Itachi's thrusts.
"Unnnghh, you feel good… You feel so good inside," the boy whined as if possessed, hands gripping the couch tightly.
It only egged Itachi on. The man grunted and snapped his hips forward with more power and less control, hands gripping tightly on the boy's hips to keep him in place.
"If it feels so good, then maybe I should fuck you a little harder, Otouto," he growled. His quad muscles flexed as he continuously slammed inside. "How does that feel, huh? You like when Aniki slides his cock so deep it messes up your insides? Feel how deep I'm going, Sasuke. God, you really know how to take Aniki all the way in., huh? Fuck."
Unlike their last coupling, this time Sasuke was sobbing out of pure pleasure, not pain or fear. Sasuke pressed back against Itachi's hips, a low whimper escaping his vocals each time Itachi's cock was fully sheathed inside, deep enough to feel it in his intestines.
"My t-tummy…" Sasuke whined, burrowing another moan into cushion. "It feels weird…."
Itachi latched onto the boy's wrists and pulled him upright on his feet, wrapping his arms tightly around his abdomen from behind before shoving his erection inside swiftly and with greater force. Each time his hips collided with Sasuke's ass, the boy was shoved forward slightly, but he only moaned and screamed from feeling good.
The man dug his face into Sasuke's shoulders, his muffled groan plastered against the boy's sweaty skin. "You're so fucking beautiful," Itachi growled. He could feel his cock pressing against the palm that coiled around the boy's waist. It slid along Sasuke's belly button from inside and pressed against him. "You're mine, Otouto. I want to get you pregnant."
Sasuke's scream echoed in the room. Itachi had slid so deeply and grinded into his prostate simultaneously. His body shook and his ass tightened around the intrusive member so much that, this time, Itachi felt as if the boy was trying to push him out. The reality was the boy was actually cumming… so hard that he had to rely completely on Itachi to hold up his body as his body trembled and his ass pulsed around the man's cock.
Itachi could feel Sasuke's grip on his arms tighten, the boy's nail digging into both of his arms without mercy and drawing up blood. He fucked the boy harder, refusing to stop as Sasuke continued to ejaculate, cum splashing all over the couch before him.
When the boy finally came down, his moans were low and shaky, and his body could no longer remain upright. So instead, Itachi pulled out and flipped the boy around to face him, settling him on his back on the adjacent loveseat. He lifted and spreaded Sasuke's thighs and pushed his massive cock back in, catching Sauke's hitched breath from the action.
He leaned forward as his hips pistoned, drawing Sasuke into a kiss. The boy whimpered and moaned against his lips, barely withstanding his lower body assault.
"Sasuke…" Itachi breathed as he pulled away. His Otouto's eyes were glazed over, something physiological that the man noticed after Sasuke came.
"Aniki," the boy whispered. "Kiss."
Whatever Itachi's train of thought was at that moment was forgotten, and a smile broke through his groan. He bent down again, flicking his tongue along his Otouto's bruised lips before tonguing the boy's mouth and kissing him passionately.
"Aniki… you… you're so d-deep. I can barely handle it," the boy told him when he pulled away. He almost sounded disappointed to Itachi. Despite such, Sasuke's cute, little moans continued to filter through his lips. "And I can't have kids," he mumbled sadly. "I'm a boy."
If Itachi wasn't on the brink of cumming, then he would have laughed at that. Because dear God, someone fucking save him because a dazed, post-coital bliss Sasuke was fucking adorable.
"Will you let Aniki cum inside you, Otouto? We can try and see if you can get pregnant." Itachi smirked at the furrowed brows he received from his comment. "Don't you want to have Aniki's babies? Don't you like it when you feel my hot cum filling up your ass?"
Itachi groaned. Fuck, he was so close and the way that Sasuke looked at him from underneath, both innocent and lustful, made him forget his surroundings.
"I-It feels hot inside when you cum, Achi," Sasuke moaned quietly as his hands reached up to loop around Itachi's back.
"Yeah?" Itachi grunted. His member swelled more inside to the brink of bringing him discomfort, but it felt so fucking good inside his Otouto, that he couldn't help but drag Sasuke's hips toward his cock with each thrust. "Then, let Aniki cum inside, Sasuke. Let me fill you up so it's not empty inside."
"Okay…" the boy whispered as his eyelids began to droop. "Inside, Achi," he murmured. "Inside."
"Fuck, Otouto," Itachi growled as his cock began to pulse. He bit down on the juncture between the boy's neck and collarbone and sucked the flesh between his lips. He heard a vague groan in the background and he glued his hips to Sasuke's ass, cumming as deep inside the boy as he could.
Itachi came in thick, heavy spurts a total of nine times before it began to trickle for what seemed like forever before it finally stopped. He had come so much that remnants of his cum had filtered through the seams between Sasuke's hole and the cock that plugged it tightly, squeezing out through the crevices.
When Itachi finally released the flesh from his mouth, a dark hickey had formed along Sasuke's pale flesh. He glanced at his baby and immediately realized the boy had passed out, his breaths coming out slowly and sweetly in his sleep.
Fucking precious.
Honestly, his brain and body screamed at him not to pull out, but he had promised to be gentle, so he needed to clean up his Otouto, and that included pulling out. With a grunt of annoyance, Itachi slowly dragged his cock out, watching with vivid infatuation as his cum trickled out in a steady flow.
With two fingers, he idly pushed it back in, subtly glancing at his Otouto's face to see if that had woken him. Sasuke's chest rose and fell gently with no indication of waking.
Itachi refocused on that hole as he withdrew his fingers. A flicker of anger slammed into his chest when he saw that the cum he had pushed back inside his love was dripping out again as if eager to escape from Sasuke's body.
He glared at it, annoyance festering in his chest. He only wanted Sasuke to keep it inside him for a few more minutes before he washed him up. Why couldn't it just lay its claim inside his sweet Otouto?
"If I could get you pregnant, I wouldn't have to feel like this," he muttered indignantly to himself. "Fuck."
He was still hard, his slick erection still plastered against his abdomen, bobbing along with each of his movements. But Itachi ignored it.
First and foremost, he had to be good for his Otouto. Currently, he couldn't even stand Sasuke walking out of the same room he was in without feeling terrified, and he couldn't begin to fathom how he would react if Sasuke decided to actually leave again. He forbade such a thing. He'd do anything to prevent it. Even if that meant a few hard ons here and there.
And secondly, he wanted to bathe Sasuke. It had been forever since he took a bath with his Otouto, and their sticky bodies could use one right about now.
Without further adieu, he hefted the boy gently in his arms like his bride and carried him to the bathroom.
H. J.
Something warm tickled Sasuke's nose, and a weird sloshing sound echoed in his ears. He groaned quietly and felt movement behind him. Slowly, his eyes opened and began to readjust to his surroundings.
What had happened? Last thing he recalled, they were on the couch and Itachi was inside him, but now he was sitting inside the bathtub with hot water sloshing around him.
He glanced down and noticed that there were two pairs of legs and two pairs of arms under the water, and that nearly gave him a start. Behind him, he heard Itachi sigh contently.
Sasuke didn't know if it was from the heat, the gorgeous man who had an arm coiled around his waist, or the deed that had been done, but his face felt hot.
Ahhhh, the stuff that came out of his mouth was beyond ridiculous, each more daring and shameless than the previous. Sasuke wanted to slap his hand over his mouth and stop speaking altogether for the remainder of the day.
It was partly Itachi's fault for saying everything that he did, he thought. A pout formed on his face, causing lower lip to jut out.
What did his Aniki mean get him pregnant? When he had said that, it had messed with Sasuke's brain. Boys couldn't conceive, and if they could, it wasn't like the boy wanted to have Itachi's baby. Ah, fuck, this wasn't even a good use of brain cells to be thinking about things that would never happen.
"Otouto," he heard Itachi call from behind him, before he felt the man perch his chin on his shoulder to look at him. "Are you awake?"
Sasuke blinked at his Aniki's tone of voice. It was pleasant, light, and adoringly sweet, a direct contrast between the angry one at the cafe. It was hard to believe these two individuals were the same person. Even harder to believe that this gentle soul before him was the same one who threatened to kill someone.
Having caught Sasuke's gaze, the man smiled warmly and his hand began to stroke his belly up and down.
Sasuke was dumbstruck. Where was this version of Itachi the first time they slept together? Had he been this sweet, the boy wondered if he would have ran away to begin with.
"How are you feeling?" Itachi murmured, placing a kiss on Sasuke's neck. His voice sent tingles down Sasuke's spine, forcing him to shift in the bath to take some of the edge off.
"I'm okay," Sasuke responded, his voice hoarse and throat dry. He looked away and cleared his throat.
And indeed, he did feel okay. Except for soreness and an ache downstairs, he didn't feel particularly hurt nor horrified. There was some embarrassment and his heart was thumping loudly in his ears, but otherwise, Sasuke didn't know what to make of the situation.
"How long have I been out?" he asked.
"Hmm… just a few minutes."
Itachi wouldn't stop laying kisses along his flesh, and it was starting to get distracting. His member twitched in interest between his legs, but he willed himself not to get consumed by them.
"I have to get out and finish my project," he mumbled, cheeks painted a cherry red.
He felt his Aniki's other arm wrap around his waist, securing him against his chest. The man buried his face into his shoulder suddenly, and Sasuke swore he heard a very low, nearly inaudible growl.
"Just stay with me for a little longer," Itachi said. His voice didn't reflect the growl that Sasuke thought he had heard. It was gentle, yet immature, pouty and brooding.
The boy nearly smiled. And his Aniki said Sasuke was the cute, childish one. Maybe he had imagined that angry growl.
Sasuke stopped himself from attempting to get out of the tub and instead leaned back slightly against his Aniki, feeling the man's tense muscles relax as he did so.
The boy sighed and set his palms on his Aniki's knees, which were splayed outside of his own. He felt Itachi's thigh twitch at his touch, but the man didn't say anything nor push him away, so he didn't bring it up.
"I have classes tomorrow from nine to four," he told Itachi. "I'm not sure if you'll be awake then, but call or text me if you need something."
This was Sasuke's attempt at compromise. Since they weren't doing much at the moment, he might as well figure out the details. He couldn't possibly have his Aniki trail behind him day in and out and wreak havoc. The mere thought made him shudder.
Sasuke was met with silence, a sheet stillness that caused him to freeze up as well. Not a ripple flourished along the body of water and, for a second, he was certain Itachi's embrace tightened. It was so slight it could have been a subconscious reflex, and just like the growl, in the next second it vanished as if it never existed.
"Aniki?" Sasuke asked hesitantly. "Did you hear what I said?"
"I heard you," came the curt response. It was barely above a whisper, but exuded nonchalance.
"I'll be home by 4:30, and we can go out for dinner, okay? I'll take you to my favorite restaurant."
Sasuke's palms rubbed at his Aniki's knees as if attempting to soothe. He felt nothing, but hard muscle and bone underneath his touch, which flexed and relaxed underneath his fingertips.
"Okay," Itachi grunted, sounding displeased.
Sasuke had to say his next words for clarification purposes. It wasn't a matter of choice to utter them. It was a matter of safety. "Promise me you won't come find me unless I ask you to, or it's an emergency."
"I don't like... being separated from you," Itachi spoke slowly as if having trouble with deciphering his emotions. "It makes me uneasy. I hate it."
"You can call me if you're feeling uneasy," Sasuke responded. "You can FaceTime me, too, if that's better for you. I have breaks here and there between classes. I'll write down the times for you, okay?"
Sasuke felt that Itachi's nod was a begrudging one, but it was better than nothing.
"Is that piece of trash in your classes tomorrow?" Itachi asked.
Sasuke cringed. His Aniki was almost too casual about calling Naruto "that piece of trash," and the boy was rather perturbed that he knew exactly who the man was referring to.
"Just a few," he muttered. "What are you going to do at home tomorrow?"
The change in subject did not deter Itachi. In fact, it seemed to have riled him up more, and that resistance came in the form of his cold silence.
Sasuke didn't know how long the tension between them remained undisturbed, but, at long last, as if Itachi had weighed out his choices in his head, he spoke.
"I'm going to drop you off and pick you up."
What was he- five years old? Sasuke's brows furrowed slightly. But it didn't sound like there was any room for discussion. It was an absolute statement after all, and the boy would prefer to pick the lesser of the two evils if he could help it.
"Fine," he grumbled, "but only tomorrow."
His Aniki didn't acknowledge his statement, much less agree to it, but Sasuke knew that this was a one-day-at-a-time matter. Besides, not having to drive himself to and from school wasn't particularly a bad thing either.
"You're such as brat, Aniki," he muttered, borderline teasing if not slightly annoyed. "You always have to get what you want."
This time Sasuke was positive he felt Itachi's lips curve upwards against his shoulder. Sasuke sighed. Of course, his Aniki knew exactly what he was doing.
"Only when it comes to you, Otouto," the infuriating man responded with a nuzzle against his neck.
"So bratty," the boy repeated.