So I'm updating Matroyshka...FINALLY.Please forgive me for not posting in so long. *bows* Hopefully this is a good chapter.
"Hey, Itachi." Shisui smiled as he stepped to the side to let the crow in.
Itachi smiled, a girly smile, blushing slightly, hiding hid face behind his hair. He instinctively went around the living room area, after putting his shoes neatly by the door, going towards the stairs and walking up.
Shisui trailed behind, watching the curve of Itachi's hips and butt, smirking slightly. "Itachi want anything to eat? Drink? Make love to?"
"Wha-?" Itachi turned around.
"Nothing." Shisui took his duffle bag and threw it by the door of his closet, his room actually relatively clean for once.
Itachi sat on the bed, squirming so he was up against the headboard. He thought for a moment, lips frowning for a half-second as he thought, eyebrows raising as he thought of something.
"Do you have 'Half Baked'?" He asked, his voice sounding slightly of excitement. "From Ben and Jerry's."
Shisui looked at Itachi for a good minute and started laughing at the irony of it. He threw his head back, falling out of the chair he was sitting in onto the floor, leaving a very confused Itachi to stare at him curiously.
"What's...so funny..?" He cautiously asked.
Shisui could only shake his head no as he kept laughing, getting up and walking downstairs to give his Itamichi his treat.
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Itachi sat back against the headboard, hands over his flat stomach, breathing out cold air in content from the ice cream. He looked over at Shisui's bowl, still half-full and melting. The young teen bit his lip in frustration at how Shisui could just let his ice cream go to waste while playing Mortal Kombat on his play station. Glancing over at the preoccupied teen, he reached over slowly, quietly, as to not disturb the other teen. Itachi pulled the bowl to the edge, clasping it in his hands with his fingers, returning to his spot to eat, lifting the spoon filled with savory chunks of cookie dough and fudge, vanilla and chocolate ice cream just surrounding it in an almost small puddle.
As Itachi lifted his spoon to his happily awaited mouth, he looked up. Shisui sat there, game controller in hand as "FINISH HIM!" was drawled on the screen above him, staring at Itachi with his ice cream.
"...That's my ice cream." Shisui pointed out flatly.
Mouth still open, Itachi looked dead-straight at his somewhat elder and said, "Uh-uh," popping another spoonful of the half-melted ice cream into his mouth.
"Really?" Shisui laughed. "Fine, then. I might as well get a treat of my own," Shisui disregarded the game, a flick of his wrist sending the controller flying from sight and mind as he crawled over the younger beauty, smirking.
Itachi pulled the bowl away from Shisui defensively muttering, "You can't have it."
With a mirthless laugh, steadily darkening, Shisui only muttered, humorously, "That isn't what I want, Itachi."
Itachi held the bowl above his head protectively as Shisui crawled toward him, smirking at the defiant, playful glare on Itachi's pretty face, kissable lips turned down at the corners slightly. Biting his lip, Shisui kissed the younger teen gently, pressing against them with deep intentions. Itachi's eyes closed slowly, relaxing, gradually parting his lips to invite the older one in. Shisui broke for only a moment to place the bowl on the bedside table, pausing to take in the features of the young male beneath him, eyes shut, lips parted wantonly. His breath was already a bit hurried as Shisui slipped his hand beneath his lover's shirt, letting his hand skim the warm, prominant V of Itachi's abdomen, using the oppertunity to slip his tongue into the waiting teen's mouth. Itachi's hand found Shisui's muscular bicep, gripping tightly as the older male dominated him, their tongues sliding against eachother's desperatly, wanting eachother's heat immediately.
A sudden thrust upward brought a smirk to Shisui's face as he pulled away, murmuring, "Impatient, are we?"
The way Itachi bit his lower lip only spurred the taunts on further. "What a slut," he grinned, his hand sliding upwards beneath Itachi's shirt, watching as Itachi arched into the touch while Shisui pinched his nipples, the moans stifled with straight white teeth on a flushed bottom lip. Shisui kissed him once more, feeling the teen relent beneath him, an unintentional moan slipping out as Itachi blushed.
With a satisfied smile, Shisui whispered against Itachi's chest as his palm found Itachi's clothed erection, rubbing teasingly in circles while the younger thrusted upwards into the friction. Shisui's own patience wavered as he slowed his ministrations, watching Itachi, not immoral, but amoral-yet not quite naive enough, instead ignoring the lines of wrong and right. Was love wrong? No.
So on he pressed, pushing Itachi just to the edge, watching those perfect brows furrow, those long, slender legs tense, those spider-like pianist's fingers grip at the sheets, only to pull his hand away, smirking as the girlish hips jerked slightly, a scowl of frustration on those precious lips. And Shisui only smiled apologetically all three times he did this.
But there was no need to this time as Shisui suddenly ducked his head low, Itachi's weary gaze following as one hand remained teasingly on his abdomen, the other on his hip, the thumb in the waistband of his jeans. His eyes flew open, however, when he felt Shisui's teeth close around the zipper, tugging it down as he thumbed the button open, tugging down his jeans to his knees. In a quick, bashful reflex, Itachi went to stop Shisui; his mistake. Quickly, Shisui's belt was off and around Itachi's wrists, binding them behind his head. Before a question was asked, his shirt was bunched up around his chest, nipples assaulted by that talented mouth, Shisui's tongue swirling around each pert bud and blowing cold air on them at random intervals, driving Itachi to the brink again as Shisui gave a warning squeeze to Itachi's bound wrists, his head slipping lower again. This time, Itachi only let his head fall back against the headboard, moaning when his hard-on was released from its restraint, free to Shisui's ministrations. First his tongue was on the base, snaking its way up to the tip where precum was already leaking profusely. Itachi's eyelids fluttered as his head was engulfed in the hot, moist heat of Shisui's mouth, bucking up towards the wonderful warmth, wanting more desperatly. With a hum of complacency, Shisui sank down a bit lower, taunting the usually calm teen as his tongue swirled around the width of his leaking cock, complacent to an extent, not fully willing to comply to Itachi's deeper desires. With a slight groan, Itachi murmured something quietly beneath his breath, barely made out as, "More."
Threatening to release Itachi's hard-on to speak, Itachi quickly caught on. "Please!" he begged suddenly, understanding. "Please."
A chuckle resonated as deep vibrations, making Itachi shudder. "Yes...please, more...please...?"
Finally the older teen conceded, bobbing his head slightly before finally fully engulfing Itachi's twitching cock in the moist heat. Almost wishing he had a gag, Itachi chewed on his lip, trying to restrain the embarrassing moans that escaped occasionally. Writhing desperately, he groaned as Shisui began to bob his head once more, pulling all the way up to the head before going all the way down on his Itamichi, appreciating the tremulous moans with his own, closing his eyes as Itachi groaned his name throatily.
Suddenly, though, he pulled off Itachi, licking his lips to break the strand of saliva from the delectable cock in front of him, earning a groan of displeasure from the teen above him, who's head was shifting slightly, as if irritated by something. Shisui reached up and undid the ponytail holder, letting Itachi's hair fall free around his shoulders. It was a precious sight to see the beloved Itachi so uncharacteristically unfastidious, yet perfectly disheveled, jeans bunched around his pale knees, hands bound behind his head by a leather belt with his shirt pushed up to reveal his toned, lean and sinewy chest, hardened nipples, and flushed hickies as he panted, shameless and shy.
Perfection personified.
Itachi sighed in content as he felt that flawless mouth engulf him once more, his eyes sliding shut peacefully as he moaned beneath his unsteady breath.
Suddenly, though, a spark of white flashed behinds his eyelids as they flew open, shock overcoming his senses, flooding his mind and drowning him in the sudden pleasure, trembling in what might as well have been an assault against his faculty, loosing his ability to articulate properly as he felt a finger slide into his most intimate place, hitting that spot in him perfectly, effortlessly (Who's the prodigy at what?). Aptitude disposed of, Shisui continued this benignly insidious aggresion on anything left resembling ability on the teen, sneaking in another finger when defenses were the lowest. Pressed against the spot that made Itachi melt, he relentlessly massaged into the gland, Itachi's head lolling back helplessly as he moaned, unable to even moan as Shisui clenched his throat around Itachi's profusely leaking head (Shameless and shy and oh-so good at being an Uke).
Itachi's fingers worked behind his head, trying to free himself, to grip something, his toes already curling as far as they could curl into the sheets as he writhed, arching and conveying Shisui's darkest desires just by relenquishing all control, all cognitive ability as he absolutely melted beneath that touch. Eventually, he settled into gripping his own hair in a macabre desire to have it pulled, crying out Shisui's name in incoherent syles, vocal cords trembling in sync with his legs, thighs pressing close to Shisui's ears as he caressed them, his hand occasionally wandering upward to trace along Itachi's cheek, just to fall back down to his nipple, then to his hip, where he would caress teasingly for as long as possible before letting it wander otherwise.
Itachi moaned and writhed, trying to regain some sense of control. He felt so lucidly controlled as muscae volitantes drifted in his line of sight, flashes of white obscuring his vision as he trembled, every moan Shisui gave vibrating around his cock in the most pleasurable way, every caress, every touch bringing him closer and closer, desperately wanting to rake his hands through Shisui's hair as the older teen went down on him again. His slick fingers rubbed into Itachi's prostate, milking him as Itachi whined gratefully, his head falling back onto his bound wrists as he panted out Shisui's name again. Any recovered cognitive ability Itachi had regained was lost when Shisui pulled up and began to suck on the tip, lapping away at the leaking head shamelessly as he supported himself on the elbow, grinding against Itachi's spot with two fingers as his free hand stroked the length, squeezing at random intervals just to hear the younger one moan like that again, say his name like that again.
Luckily, Shisui got his wish, Itachi screaming his name at the top of his lungs, a long drawn moan erupting from his diaphragm to his lyarnx, the vibrations alone making the young teen shiver with pleasure, reaching his peak as he came, hips jerking, twitching, convulsing at the sheer excitement he was being brought to, the Nirvana of bliss he was experiencing, (Espically with Shisui around his cock.) The other happily lapped up his hot, salty gift, licking Itachi dry, dragging it out as he groaned, relief satisfied, just falling against the headboard, hands still fumbled in his hair-which was tangled and messy. Shisui absolutely loved the flushed cheeks on his cute Itamichi, the parted lips puffing out air, and the sleepy-doe eyes that were oh-so-slightly half-lidded.
"So cute...Itachi.."
Shisui kissed Itachi once more, pecking the corner of his mouth, untying him and letting him collapse onto the bed. Itachi soon passed out, slumped up against a smiling content Shisui.
Was that a smile on Itachi's face?
A/N: OHHOLYCRAPTEHHOLYSMEXHINESS :D
Sorry for not updating in so long! D: Unfortunately, I went to new York and as I was typing had little time to post Matryoshka. (AS you can obviously see that I posted that one-shot *coughs*) but I must credit Guardian of the MF Nakano, for helping me on the hentai. THAT'S how long I havent written.
Also, I'm thinking about posting something original on ...if you want to know more, PM me and I'll pitch the idea.
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