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"..." : speech

Italic : thought

Chapter 8.

He flashed his white teeth at me again and pulled me upwards towards his face. "I would sure hope so Itachi, this wouldn't make a complete video yet, would it?"

I stared at the long forgotten camera, which was still recording everything we were doing. Revelling in the thought that I would be able to relive this moment again and again, I let him pull my head down for a searing kiss. His hands, even though they were still a bit shaky, tugged harshly on my shirt, making me chuckle against his fiery lips.

Sitting back on my heels, I took my time at drowning in the arousing sight of him sprawled out naked before me, while disposing of my clothes.

"Gods Sasuke, you are so..." I paused, unable to find words that would accurately describe him. Sexy, tempting, beautiful, hot, gorgeous, they all fell short.

His dark eyes sparkled with lust and amusement. He grabbed me by my throat, pulled me down on top of him, arched his body up against mine and growled in my ear.

"Shut up and fuck me, Itachi..."

The same moment he spoke those enticing words, his slender legs wrapped themselves around my waist, effectively pinning my throbbing arousal against his already prepared entrance. And I just lost myself.

With a low grunt I pumped myself a few times to slick myself up and pushed my aching cock inside of him, sheathing it to the hilt. I held still, my head spinning at the tight fit and the heat of his body nearly bringing tears to my eyes.

He gasped and dug his fingers in the uncooperative fabric of the couch, tilting his hips in an upwards motion. I was going to wait for him to adjust to my size, but he obviously had completely different plans.

He opened his eyes and glared at me.

"Goddamn Itachi, would you fucking move already?"

My eyes widened with lust and surprise as the combination of his gloriously writhing body and his dirty talk filled my senses.

"Oh wow, Sasuke. You got yourself a filthy little mouth there!"

His lips parted again, but before he could say anything else, I thrust my hips forward, cutting off all coherent thoughts for both of us.

For either a few moments or an outstretched eternity, my world consisted of nothing but slick sweaty bodies moving against each other in perfect harmony, whispered words of love and lust and the exchange of hot breaths as our lips never stopped touching. His fingers had moved from the couch to my back and were now trying to dig themselves into my skin. He clung to me almost desperately as I fucked him into oblivion.

Even in my ecstatic throes of passion, I couldn't take my eyes off of him. With every heated thrust from my furious hips, his hair would whip around his face, clinging to his flushed cheeks. His wet lips were heaving under the onslaught of his desperate breathing and whispering. I captured them in another searing kiss, sloppy and deliciously filthy and still... Still I couldn't close my eyes, afraid that I might miss out on even a single second of the beautiful writhing mass of pleasure underneath me.

He was begging, pleading for more. I wasn't sure how much more I could give him, seeing as I was beginning to see stars from my excessive pumping and grinding inside him. So tight, so hot, so indescribably heavenly. But there was something more. Beyond all the lust, the pleasure and the glorious promise of my steadily building release, there was something deeper.

I felt such an undeniable connection, something so profound, that it brought tears to my eyes. Even though it was hard for me to put in to words at that specific time, I could feel it. He was something else. Not only this sexy, alluring, attractive boy that had me lusting all over. Sure, he was all that and more, believe me, but something else was growing inside of me.

But before I could really think about it, his hoarse whimpers brought me back, making me realise I had actually closed my eyes for a few seconds.

"Ah, I... Itachi... please..."

My body was starting to burn, as if insatiable flames were devouring me from within. I growled while I ran my thumb over his parted lips, revelling in the softness of their texture. Then I slowly, almost teasingly let my hand slid down his sweaty body and grabbed his swollen cock, stroking it steadily and making him moan like a slutty little minx.

"This time, baby... This time, I'll make you come so hard, you will cry from the sheer force of it."

His beautiful onyx eyes glazed over and I let my thumb slide over his leaking head, still impaling his slender body and assaulting his prostate and sanity with deadly precision. Knowing that I was unable to hold back much longer, I picked up the pace of my strokes, pumping him almost harshly.

With a loud cry and even some held back sobs, he came powerfully over my hand and his stomach. His lithe frame convulsed with such violence, I was almost scared he might break something. But as his inner walls clenched fiercely around my throbbing erection, I lost all sense of speech and thought. Wrapping my arms around his shaking shoulders, I pressed myself tightly against his heated body and muffled my own screams of pleasure in the velvet curve of his neck.

When the force of my mind-shattering orgasm started to die down, I found myself gasping for air, desperate for oxygen. With every gulping breath, his scent filled my nose and lungs, making my head swim in the blissful sensation. I couldn't move, even with the knowledge that my weight must have been crushing him; I could simply not muster the strength or the willpower to pull myself away from him.

But after a few moments he began to squirm a little underneath me, shifting his body sideways, which made me slide onto the couch next to him. And I just looked at him, his eyes burning straight through my very soul. And it was only then that I noticed. That fire that had been burning inside me, it hadn't been just my impending orgasm. It was still there, consuming me with a heat that was almost painful.

My stomach clenched when I saw the sweetest smile I had ever seen curl around those luscious lips. His gorgeous face was so close that it filled my entire vision, making it seem as if there was nothing in this world besides him and me, right there, in that glorious moment.

Oh sweet lord... I love him. God, I love him so much.

I had never believed in that kind of love. The kind that could sweep you off your feet in that one profound moment and change your life. But there was no denying it now. Because that was exactly what I felt. My body, my heart, even my soul was on fire for this breath-taking boy in my arms, snuggling up against me with a content little smirk on his face.

"That was... I don't even have words for it..."

His breath tickled my lips as he whispered to me softly, his dark eyes now closed. And I knew that he felt it too. This connection, this bond, something that could never be broken. Somehow I just knew that with every little sigh, every little squeeze of his fingers on my skin, he was telling me the same thing.

This was it. The real thing.

I can't believe I actually found love...

I might continue this story later on, but right now I'm working on a few other things. I'd love to hear from you guys what you think about this one though ^^