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"..." : speech

Italic : thought

Chapter 7.

Silently laughing at his incapacity of holding his liquor, I dragged him down the dim lit hallway of the now quiet campus. He blabbed on, making incoherent sentences. As soon as we arrived in my... our room, I tossed him on the sofa and grabbed my video camera from the shelf.

With an evil grin I pressed on the record button and pointed the camera at myself first.

"This is what happens when innocent little Sasuke ignores my good advice and drinks more then he should."

With that I turned the camera around and focused on the drunk heap on the couch.

He looked at me wearily through his half lidded eyes.

"For your information... I am NOT drunk, I am NOT little..." The words slurred from his lips, while he clumsily tried to sit up straight, pointing a shaky finger at the camera. "... and I am most definitely NOT innocent!"

I laughed at him, making his dark eyes frown at me. "Oh yes little Sasuke, you are very innocent. In fact, you are so innocent; I wanna pinch your little cheeks!"

I knew I was getting on his nerves, trying to get him exactly where I wanted.

"Shut up! I'm NOT innocent!"

He was glaring at me now; my chuckles making the camera shake a little.

"Oh no? Prove it!" I taunted him.

His eyes regained their evil sparkle as he slowly ran his hands down his sleek body.

"Oh, I'll show you... I'll show you more than you can handle, Itachi..."

His voice was darker and huskier than ever before. Wait, where did that drunk heap go?

My breathing became heavy when his hands disappeared under his shirt, moving over his chest and seemed to be caressing his own nipples. He leaned back against the couch and moaned, while he parted his legs, giving me a very nice view of his bulky hard-on through the revealing fabric of his leather pants.

Agonizingly slow, his shirt was completely removed from his toned torso, while his hands kept wandering over the exposed skin. And all this time he kept staring directly at me through the lens of the camera.

It was becoming harder and harder for me to keep my composure. I willed myself to stay in my seat, even though I wanted nothing more than replacing his hands with mine, feeling all that perfect porcelain skin.

Seemingly annoyed by the fact I was still in my own seat, he turned the show up a notch. He placed his hands on his knees and slowly dragged the tips of his fingers upwards over his thighs, barely brushing his fabric-covered cock, making himself moan, and moved even further upwards to come to a rest on his belts.

I was amazed how smoothly he could undo his pants, considering the amount of alcohol he had consumed earlier. It almost made me wonder if he was less intoxicated then he appeared to be. His dark eyes glittered in the dim light and an evil smirk played around his lips. Like he was getting ME exactly where HE wanted, instead of the other way around. Was I being led on here?

But I didn't have much time to linger on that subject, as his pants were quickly disposed off, leaving him completely naked and very aroused just a couple of inches away from me. He licked his lips, flashed that devious grin at me again and grabbed his juicy, wet cock in his hand.

I tried to swallow the lump in my throat when his hand started moving in slow and long strokes. He bit his lips and moaned again, louder this time.

"Hnnn... Itachiiiii".

I silently cursed at myself. He was going to be the death of me.

His breath became erratic as his slow strokes sped up. My head spun at the erotic display of his supple body, but I forced myself to stay in my own seat, thoroughly enjoying this little private show.

He spread his legs even wider and propped his heels on the couch, fully exposing himself and sucked suggestively on two fingers of his free hand, while the other one never ceased to pump his leaking cock.

My hands were trembling as I set the camera on the table, still recording. I couldn't take my eyes off of him as he kept staring right back at me. Slowly he brought his other hand down as well and slid his wet fingers inside himself, hips bucking at the double sensation.

"Holy fuck, Sasuke" I whispered, since my voice was nowhere to be found. His tongue slid over his sharp teeth while he never broke the hot gaze between us.

The light from the lamp next to him made his skin glow, accentuating the glistening sheen of sweat on his lithe body and highlighting the bursts of dark blue in his silky hair. It should have been illegal for someone to be so heavenly beautiful, whilst fucking themselves on their own fingers.

Just when I thought I couldn't take it anymore, he whimpered my name.

"Please Itachi, don't... aahh... don't let me finish this by myself..."

Before he was even done talking, I was on my knees on the floor in front of him, not even aware anymore of the fact that my camera was still recording.

I put my hands on his knees, pushing them almost impossible wide apart and lapped at the pearly white drop on his throbbing arousal. He let out a deep moan and let his head rest against the back of the couch. The salty, musky taste of him had wetted my pants with my own pre-cum. I smacked my lips and stared back into his eyes, seeing the lust I felt being reflected in his onyx orbs.

I grabbed the back of his head and met his swollen lips for a wet and filthy kiss, which only served to increase the burning hunger inside of me. The heat of his insisting lips set my mouth on fire, as he swallowed my moan with the thrusting movements of his tongue.

I moved onto the sofa, kneeled next to him, spun him around effortlessly and pushed him back on the lush leather. He tried to wrap his warm thighs around me, practically begging me to take him, but I had other plans first. That one short taste of his essence had me yearning for more and I dipped my head downwards, sucking and nipping on his slick skin.

He gasped when my mouth reached its destination and I replaced his still moving hand with my lips, trying to take in all of him at once. Next time, I promised myself, I would take my sweet time tormenting him this way. But at the moment his delicious cock touched my mouth, my passion had overruled all thoughts of taking it slow.

His hands had abandoned all their previous tasks and he wrapped his long slender fingers around the back of my head. He let out a frustrated groan when I placed my hands on his bucking hips, preventing him from thrusting upwards into my mouth. Instead, I swirled my tongue over his velvety skin and hummed around his erection, making him tighten the grip he had on my skull.

I quickly wetted one of my fingers and entered him almost roughly. With little efford I found the spot that made him whine with pleasure and mercilessly thrust my finger repeatedly against the hypersensitive bundle of nerves inside of him.

"I - Itachi... please..."

After a few moments of simply enjoying the taste and tight feel of him, I sucked down hard on his entire length, still torturing his pleasure spot.

"Aaahh... yesssss..."

God, just the sound of his voice crying out in the peak of his roaring climax, was almost enough for me to cum in my pants. I stared at him while his orgasm overtook his world.

The decadent rise of his luscious lips was heaving in the onslaught of his gasps for much needed air. All the muscles in his glorious body were glistening in the dim light as they contracted and trembled. His cries of pleasure were reduced to unrecognizable whimpers and his eyes were clenched so tightly that tears streamed down his flushed cheeks.

His fingers dug themselves further in my hair as he came deep in my throat with a heart wrenching cry of ecstasy. I never took my eyes off of him, as I swallowed his salty essence to the very last drop, licking him clean and simultaneously reigniting the fire inside of him. His half-lidded eyes were oozing with raw lust and he looked down at me incredulously.

Reluctantly I removed my mouth from its treat and smirked at him.

"Catch your breath, Sasuke. I am far from done with you."

To Be Continued...