Atami -II
A/N: A pinch of canon backstory which I felt was necessary.
We head to the bathroom after that. Neither of us says a word as we strip together in the small changing room before heading into the shower. It feels like a mutual decision to shower together, and I don't want to ruin my chances by blurting out something stupid. I glance at Itachi, watching his back move as he bends down to remove his pants. Whether by choice or by design, this position doesn't give me a vantage point of checking out his ass. I've noticed it, of course, every time our kisses got heated or things progressed a little, any opportunity I had in my hand to place my palm on that magnificent ass, I used it to my full advantage. I bite my lip a little but do not stop myself from checking out this surreal beauty in front of me. He's a site to behold.
"Like what you see?" Itachi jars me out of my thoughts as he neatly folds his pants, his eyes on me. They twinkle with mischief.
This man, one day. I swear.
"You know I do," I grin when he looks down and chuckles.
He looks so soft, so fucking pliant, I just want to hold him in my arms and never let him go. Does he even know the magnitude of my feelings for him? The things I can do to this man, for him. There's no life without him in it. I can't walk away from this. It'll kill me. But with the way his eyes come up and look into mine, all curious and full of love, I know he feels it too. He wouldn't be here if didn't feel the same. He just hasn't acknowledged it yet.
He drops his eyes to my lips and the gesture goes straight to my cock, all my worries evaporating with just that look. "Let's go for a shower," he says, absently, his gaze still on my lips.
"Like what you see?" I ask, raising an eyebrow and laughing when Itachi hears the question.
He leans forward, as if pulled by this combustible chemistry between us. "You know I do too," he whispers against my lips before he kisses them.
That makes laughter swell in my chest, but I can't get it out. Not when his arms go around me and he pulls my head closer to his, dominating the kiss in a way, he's never done before. And I love it more than anything he's ever done. He moans, his fingers curling against my scalp as he tugs on my hair, wanting me closer still is driving me to another level of madness.
His tongue roves around the inside of my mouth in a wild foray, as if impatient, claiming. I wind my arms around his waist and pull him closer to where I want him to know just how crazy he drives me. We gasp when our cocks meet each other, straining against our boxers. Itachi's head falls back as he hisses through his teeth, breaking the kiss. Bucking his hips, he rubs it against mine, his knee going between my legs. "That feels good," he breathes, moving his hips again.
My hand works on removing our boxers, doing a quick job out of it, and tossing them somewhere. I push him against the wall behind us and rub my cock against his. Beads of precum lubricate the movement and Itachi's hands, which are light on my shoulders tighten when he throws his head back again. "Again," he commands, his eyes closed in bliss, his lips swollen, begging for another kiss. I lean further into him, till we were only a breath apart.
"Is it okay if I kiss you?" I seek permission and Itachi's mouth opens for another soul-searching kiss. He breaks the kiss to thrust his waist when the length of his cock slides against mine.
He smirks at me and I can do nothing but take both our cocks together in my hand. This foreplay is going to drive me to new heights of desperation. I want to show him so much more. I stroke us together. It's like a tennis game, every thrust for a parry, pun intended. "Oh, I like that!" Itachi's approval is all I need. I stroke us together, the pace to my liking. The balls are in my court this time. Damn, I am on a roll with these wretched puns.
Itachi uses his hips as he ups the pace. I feel like a hormonal teenager with this man. Always embarrassingly close to finishing when I come in contact with him. Maybe I wasn't even this worse back then. I lift Itachi's left leg and with my other hand supporting his waist, lift him. His leg wraps instinctively around me. "I'm close," he pants, his nails now biting into my shoulders as he supports himself. We're both at the edge now, our movements disjoined when Itachi's one hand joins both my hands as they busily jerk us off. He fondles my balls and it's all the time I have to grab his mouth in a kiss when I come. He joins me a second later, his leg around my waist tightening as he grunts and spills all over my hand, our spunk running jointly together.
He's still panting with his eyes half closed as he leans his head back against the wall.
His lips curve in a smile when mine touch them. "This is going to kill me, I swear." He sighs, looking at me with a wistful expression.
"I know." I tell him, kissing his sweetly.
He laughs and sighs as he nuzzles my neck.
Itachi's body feels like a masterpiece I've been given the privilege to explore. My hands caress each inch of his skin in wonder, my lips trailing in my hands' wake to taste him, to lick every inch of his skin till his flavor is embedded in my skin. We stand under the shower with Itachi's back plastered to the blue checkered tiles behind him.
Itachi writhes as I lick my way down his chest to his nipple. I lick the tiny bud with the tip of my tongue before swallowing it whole. I swirl my tongue around it and Itachi's hand in my hair tightens to pain. I stop immediately, looking up at him. "Is it uncomfortable?" I ask.
With my eyes on his, I lick his nipple again. His eyes close as he moans slowly. I can hear his heart beating. He pushes my mouth to it. "Don't stop you idiot!"
I laugh as I suck it into my mouth, my lips tugging at it. My tongue circles the bud again and he visibly shudders. My left hand runs across his body, enjoying its smooth contours. I close my eyes, committing this moment to memory. He's so beautiful and he's here, completely lost in me. "Slow down please!" he mutters between gasps. His hand tightens in my hair again but I don't relinquish my hold. "That feels too good," his hands pull me closer. He rubs his cock against my chest. "I don't want to come yet," he says and yet his hand joins mine working on his other nipple. He pinches it. I bite the bud I was nibbling on.
My left hand moves to his back as I stroke it lightly. His moans encourage me as my hand dips lower. My eyes look back into his when my hand slides down a pert buttock. His cock lets out a dollop of pre-cum. Fueled by his reaction, I move my hand lower and lightly skim a finger against his hole. He tenses immediately but I suck his nipple harder in my mouth. And then I circle his hole with my finger. His stomach tightens under my chin and then he spills his come between us messily.
I look up in ecstasy to take in this moment, my mouth immediately wanting to claim his. Itachi's mouth is covered by a fist, his cheeks flaming as he breathes hard. He looks down and our eyes meet. Sobriety is clear in those midnight eyes, clear as day. And with that the realization of a new sensation. I let him take his time to process it as I place kisses all over his neck.
"Hey," I whisper softly in his ear as he lazily drapes his arm around me. I press a kiss to his temple and gather him in my arms.
He looks down at his cock for a moment which is still half-hard and then he looks at me and chuckles. "My dick is going to be sore tomorrow," Itachi murmurs dryly as he side eyes me. "Uzumaki Naruto, what the fuck have you done to me?" he looks at me with mock accusation, his eyes full of laughter.
I laugh when I kiss him. He feels perfect here, in my arms. This is where he belongs. I peck his lips lightly. "Just a demonstration of a little bit of this and a little bit of that," I laugh.
"Your this and that demonstrations are an entire lesson. They sure are answering a lot of questions, sensei," he leans his head on my shoulder and tilts it up to look up at me.
"Heh. Maybe I should become a professor," I murmur.
"A professor of sex?" he narrows his eyes at me and then bursts out laughing.
"Why not? I know I'm good at it," I wink at him.
"Ugh! Tooting your own horn, aren't you? But it'd be nice to date a professor." He strokes my cheek. "Would you like me to call you sensei during sex Naruto? Isn't that a fantasy of yours?"
"It's becoming one now. Seeing as it was always me who called you that." My eyes meet his melted ones. "Would you like that, Itachi-sensei?" I ask him, my voice low.
He kisses me on the mouth and then shakes his head, chuckling. "That and a lot more. Now shower quickly and move your ass to the outdoor bath." He glares at me for a second when I bend down.
I laugh and kiss his cheek. He flicks me on my forehead. "Quick!" he says sternly as he slaps me lightly on my butt and then squeezes it. "Sensei's orders!" he says, moving away to turn on the water.
I laugh again, staying right where I am, just enjoying the view. He squeezes some body wash on his hand and then looks at me coyly. "Won't you join me, sensei?" he asks.
I join him in a heartbeat.
We shower quickly, forcibly keeping our hands to each other as much as possible. His hair, free from his hair-tie rests magnificently over his right shoulder. I play with a lock but his hand swats mine away. "No more touching before we get to the bath." He looks at me and tsks. "Wasting all this time when we got us the best room!" he exclaims, shaking his head.
I immediately move to slide the bath door open for him. He snickers as he looks at me. "Not that I'm complaining, but you're definitely opening more and more doors for me, Naruto." I follow him with a short laugh.
He dips his right foot into the water before he slinks into the warm depths like a lazy cat. I follow suit. I lean against the ledge, next to him.
"Glad to be of service, milady," I smile sweetly at him. "And I shall gladly continue to open them for you." I say, making a sweeping gesture with my hand. "Maybe till you see the light," I smile hopefully.
He laughs. "I think I've seen enough for an hour at least," he teases me.
"So three orgasms under two hours, promptly noted." I smirk at him. "I look forward to more," I cast a glance around for effect then I smile at him. "Seeing as the night is still young…"
"Hm," his features turn haughty as he falls into his character. "I suppose, I should say, it's all thanks to you," he touches his chin and then he regards me. "But given your propensity for opening doors, there's still one left. You don't earn credits till you show me this light you're talking about," he considers seriously. Parts of me weep and rejoice in agony.
"We don't have to rush into anything, Itachi-sama," I reply instantly, my eyes on his.
He stops and takes a step towards me. He stops when he's right in front of me. He flicks me on the forehead even as he looks at me resolutely. "I don't know where your misgivings come from Naruto! The only thing I care about is that, right now, I'm here with you, wanting things that I've never wanted before because of you. Because I know it's you. Because I trust you enough to know you won't hurt me. Does that answer everything that's going on in that brain of yours?" he asks me as he softly taps my temple. I nod as I take his hand. "I don't care if it's a light at the end, a grand epiphany or divine enlightenment itself that's waiting for me. But I want it with you okay? And I want it tonight," he nuzzles my neck softly when I nod and smile a little.
We stay like that for a moment.
"You know you're really good at driving me insane," I say, exasperatedly.
"Is that the only thing I'm good at?" Itachi asks as he lifts his head and turn it sideways to regard me.
I smirk at him. "What more should there be?" I rebuttal.
He sniggers at me as he straightens. "I suppose we could roll with that," Itachi's eyes move to the majestic view of the ocean sprawled in front of us. I stare at him some more before turning to the view as well. The sun is setting and the sky looks the most gorgeous shade between orange and red. It feels like a dream.
"Hang on," I say, hurrying back to our room. Earlier we'd purchased some beer and snacks at the convenience store. I quickly pick up the plastic bag of snacks, throw open the fridge and grab the beers and rush back to where he's seated. His elbows rest on either side of the ledge and his head is thrown back. He's gorgeous to behold. "I brought us something good," I say, settling the cans between us and opening one for him. We clink our cans together and take a sip. I tap open Spotify and play some music. The low bass is just audible. Itachi smiles when he hears the music.
"Setting the mood?" he asks, smiling at me.
I shrug as I open a packet of chips. "Is it working?" I waggle my eyes at him.
"Beer and potato chips weren't my idea, but I guess I be low maintenance." Itachi's shoulders move. He bites thoughtfully into a chip while I laugh.
"Can I ask you a question?" I ask.
Itachi's eyes move from the ocean to look at mine. "This peculiar habit of yours is maddeningly endearing." He smiles at me and nods. "Go ahead."
"What sort of a person are you like at home?" I ask him.
He thinks it over for a second as he sips his beer. "What do you mean?" he asks.
"What sort of a man is Uchiha Itachi in his own private space?" I ask.
Itachi hums as he takes a long sip of his beer. "Content," he says smiling at me.
His answer makes me smile. "What has your heart filled with contentment, milady," I'm shamelessly fishing for acknowledgement.
Itachi laughs as he sips his beer, picking up on it. "A lot of things. Kiyoshi, my family, friends, you. My work too, I guess. I like this pace of my life."
"You have such a brilliant mind. Haven't you thought of doing something else?" I ask.
He looks at me for a long moment. "I used to work in an office when I was married."
"Then why did you quit?" I ask.
"Because things got too much after Kiyoshi was born. When I came to the crossroads in making that choice, quitting seemed better." He doesn't meet my eye as he yanks out another can of beer.
There's something he's hiding. I know I shouldn't ask. This is a time of his life which is his and his alone. I know I shouldn't pry. But I want to know him. I want this man with all his bitter truths. "Can you tell me a little bit in detail?" I ask quietly.
He sighs. "There's not much to tell. It was an entry-level job since I was just a fresh graduate. And then one year later, I was given an early promotion. The youngest in the history of the company, it seems." He sighs as he looks at the ocean. "Needless to say, it wasn't taken well in the office. My colleagues resented me and my seniors impressed endless authority. The promotion coincided with the rocky tremors of my marriage. I couldn't bring myself to discuss it with anyone. After we divorced, Kiyoshi became my one focal point." He smiles at me. "So I quit."
"Was it tough for you when…uh…she left you?" I ask him.
"For a while, yes. While I knew we were heading in that direction. I just didn't think it'd be so soon."
"Do you regret it?" I ask in a whisper. Sadness overtakes me when I try to imagine him all along handling so much pressure from every direction.
"My marriage?" he looks down at his can and wipes a drop of condensation from it. Then he looks up at me again. "No. It was what it was. And above everything, it gave me Kiyoshi."
I nod, taking it in. I know how much he loves his son. "And the bookshop?"
"It belonged to my maternal grandfather. I inherited it a year before Kiyoshi was born. But I decided I was going to start running it once again after I quit." He smiles as he looks down. "It was…quite an ordeal. I didn't major in business, you know. But it gave me the time I needed to figure stuff out. True it worsened my already ruined marriage and I felt like I was drowning but Kiyoshi was there to keep me afloat. Maybe that's why this divorce didn't hurt me as much."
I smile softly at him and my hand moves to his shoulder. "I wish we'd known each other then," I say. His head comes to rest on my shoulder. "I'd have been a snotty brat, running after you everywhere, following you around persistently till you agreed to become my friend. Then maybe you wouldn't have had to go through something like that."
"Aw! That's awfully sweet of you Naruto! But I don't think you'd have to run after me. I'd have happily been your friend," he smiles sweetly.
I press a kiss to his forehead. "I'd have wanted you then too, I'm sure. I'd have done everything for you to become mine. I'd have charmed my way into your heart till you had no choice but to come to me," I tell him.
"More like charmed your way into my pants?" he shakes his head and laughs.
"If that's what it took," I shrug shamelessly then laugh when he nudges me.
"Isn't that so chivalrous of you?" he mocks me.
"It is what it is," I turn away from him and look at the vast expanse of the ocean. I want a future like this with this man. Endless.
"That sounds nice," his soft response makes me smile, my heart fluttering because our feelings are mutual. He needs to realize soon. I can't wait to show this man to the world as mine. I bend down and press a kiss to his mouth. He links our hands together. "Being yours," I smile shyly. He's already mine and somewhere deep down he knows it too. If I were to die tonight, I know I'd die a happy man.
"While that fantasy may not have come true, in this reality, I want you to know that I'm yours alone." I say as this quiet hum of his honesty, nudges mine.
Itachi doesn't say anything. He doesn't need to. His shy smile says it all.
We're seated around the low dining table. Itachi sits to my left. By the time we emerged from the bath, our dinner had been served. Itachi laughed and righted my yukata knot for me when he saw it as we made our way towards the food. The gesture makes me never want to learn how to tie it. We dug in, famished beyond thought. The sashimi here is delicious. I glance at Itachi as he dips his fish in the sauce before putting it in his mouth. He savors the taste of the fish while I savor him. He chews slowly behind his hand and then he lets out a moan of approval. "This is good. This is really good," he says. His eyes close in bliss. He's traded his lenses for his glasses, making him look sexy. His hair cascades around him enhancing his beauty.
"This is really good," I say, my thoughts far away from the food in front of me. All my attention to this breathtaking man sitting right here. I could watch him for hours. Hell, I wouldn't tire of looking at him for a lifetime. This is nothing!
Itachi doesn't respond, helping himself to more sashimi. A thought occurs to me, amusement lighting me up. "There's something I'm curious about," I tell him.
Itachi finishes his bite before responding. "Of course, there is. Let's hear it," he says, putting down his chopsticks to give me his attention.
I swear I have it worst at a time like this, when this man is all mine. "It's about that thing you did, you know? At the bookshop, in front of Sasuke…" I trail off, my smile turning into an infectious grin as Itachi grins too. It's balanced between amused and embarrassed. My heart bloody hurts!
He clears his throat, putting a hand to his cheek probably to feel how hot he is. His face is red now. "I wasn't thinking. Words just tumbled out of my mouth when you started to walk away. I felt like I had to have some time with you. Only with you." And then he does the thing that makes my heart backflip in the fraction of a second, particularly because they're the rarest of his smiles. He smirks at me.
I fight back my smile. "You're going to kill me one day, I swear!" I do what any man under those circumstances would do. I lean forward and kiss the smirk right off his face.
"You know this is madness, right?" These words from Itachi's mouth are like a double-edged sword. My mood elates and sours simultaneously. The tempest runs both ways. While what is happening between us is magical, its maddening at the same time. And then there's the world outside. That is just a madness waiting to happen.
But right now, I only want to think about the former as Itachi gazes up at me. There's so much adoration and wonder there, it's impossible to think about anyone else, anything else. He consumes my entire being and I would happily let him do it forever. I would gladly burn in this fire. "Madness? This is beyond it now," I tell him and then his mouth comes up for another kiss, unable to help itself, burning something so bright in my chest that it's blinding.
"But I have to say, it was genius of you to think of going to the storage room. Complete privacy and all." Unlike him, I'll give credit where it's due.
"Glad Sasuke didn't choose to accompany us. I'm not sure how I would've reacted if he'd followed you." Itachi says, more as an afterthought.
I laugh to lighten this tension. "I was so desperate to be alone with you, I didn't even think of inviting Sasuke to check it out together!" I tell him.
Itachi chuckles. It's low and breathy against my lips. "Regardless, that worked out great, didn't it?" he grins coolly.
"About that, what happened to the shelf?" I laugh when he looks up at me. "It wasn't very sturdy."
Itachi throws back his head and laughs. He collects himself and swipes a hand across his mouth. "Naruto-kun, now I'm curious about something," he picks up his chopsticks once again and takes another piece. I nod, taking a sip from my sake cup as I glance at him. He licks his lips as he finishes chewing. He swallows. "Have you ever made out in a semi-public space before?"
I look at him, dying to know what he's thinking. "Maybe?"
"In a store?" he asks as my lips begin to tilt up.
"I've never wanted to before," and then I look down at him, "And now there's no other place I want to." he ruffles my hair playfully.
He draws away and takes a sip of his drink. "Can I ask you a question?" he asks.
When this man takes permission, trepidation and exhilaration run simultaneously through my veins. I put down my sake cup and straighten. "Sure."
"How did you react when you found out you were gay?" he asks.
I look up at him and smile slowly. I've been waiting for this question. I know it's been on the precipice of his mind for a long time. "Well, I think I was confused at first. So angry, so lost. But I think I always liked guys. There were a couple in every school I went to." I chuckle, my head turned in his direction completely. "That wasn't even as bad as the first time I had a wet dream. Didn't go to the school the next day. It was and wasn't a lot to come to terms with. I think I've always liked guys in every sense of the word."
"Do people around you know?"
I nod. "Only those who matter. Being gay isn't easy in any part of the world. There is more prejudice than acceptance. It makes it impossible for you to live with your identity if you don't want people's attention. Getting accepted isn't an easy thing. But yes, my family and my friend back home know."
"And how did they react to it?" he swallows. I know, instinctively I know, this is what he really wants to know. I know what he's thinking. Naruto-kun, you've been a lot to come to terms with, his words come back to me. This heavy moment stirs the sadness that lives at the prospect of the future.
"Mom and Dad had figured it out at some point of the way so they understood. Out of my friends though, only Shikamaru and Kiba know. And of course, Sasuke." I clear my throat. "They were the only one I knew would understand." I smile quietly at him as I pick up my cup. "I'm very lucky to have all of you in my life."
Itachi smiles as he clinks his cup with mine. "To getting lucky then!" To these beautiful, loaded celebrations.
I smile into my sake cup. "It was a vexing period. All those hormonal changes had my mother screaming at me at every turn, exasperation rolling over her in waves. Her bright red hair would be all up in agitation, around her like a scary thunderstorm. And my dad, he just hid in a corner and laughed at her. My dad loves her hair. Fell in love with it, the first time he saw her. Gave her the nickname 'Habanero'". I laugh, "It drove my mother insane!"
Itachi laughs, enjoying every minute of it. "You know they once had an adventure together," I tell him, looking at him conspiratorially.
Itachi pushes his hand forward to lead me on. "Do tell," putting down his chopsticks, once again giving me his full attention.
I bathe in it, my mind going back to that story. "When my mother was eight, she decided she wanted to camp out of her village. Her house was at the foothills of a hill and she wanted nothing more than to spend a night in the forest up the hill. But she was scared of getting lost so she began leaving locks of her hair on the ground behind her. She went in nothing but whatever clothes she had on her and a tent. She didn't know how dangerous it would be." I smile at how interested he is. "Naturally, it did nothing to alleviate her situation because she could hear animals. She huddled under a tree with locks of her hair all along the path she'd taken. And that's how my dad found her. He didn't say a single word to her. He just carried her home." I pause to take a sip of my drink. "Turns out, the whole village was in search of her. He carried her to her house and when she was safe and sound, he told her," I drop my voice, standing up to do an impression of my dad, my back bent till our eyes are at level with Itachi's. "'Promise me, you'll never harm your hair. It's too precious.'" Itachi's smile is wide despite the cheesiness. "They've been together ever since," I finish.
"That is…quite the story. My parents belong to the same clan so someone's aunt knew my mother and the same lady was close to my grandmother too. My parents met and then three days later, they were married." He takes a sip of his drink as he recalls something. "My mother once told me she didn't like anything about my dad when they first laid eyes on each other. My father was a clean-cut man, all formal suits and polite. When the dinner started, my mother noticed him looking in her direction when he thought she wasn't looking. When she finally caught him in the act, my father looked down at his food and blushed, choking hazardously. It happened thrice. And my dad choked all three times. She says she laughed and fell in love then." He laughs. "She still calls him cute. Sasuke's sick of it."
"They sound cute," I say crinkling my nose at him. "Do you have a moment like this?" I ask curiosity striking up inside me.
He looks at me for a long moment, his eyes giving nothing away. "When I held Kiyoshi in my arms for the first time, Sasuke too," he smiles at me and I smile back. It must have been a poignant moment.
"When was that moment with me?" I ask him softly.
He looks at me. "The moment when I thought you were cute?" he asks chuckling softly. "When do you think it was," he asks me instead. "I'll give you three chances to get it right."
My smile threatens to split my face. "This is difficult seeing as how absolutely awesome I am," Itachi hits me playfully, laughing delightedly. "Hmm, let's see. The day you saw me for the first time?" I ask.
He delights me with a snort as he laughs. "Careful Naruto, your narcissism is bleeding through," he says.
I look down pretending to be a little hurt but burst out laughing at his grin. "Was it the day I complimented your eyes?" he laughs, shaking his head.
I click my lips. "The day I met Kiyoshi?"
"Wrong on all counts," Itachi says as he ruffles my hair once again. "Because you're so cute, I'll give you one more chance."
I think hard. "Was that the day when you came to deliver my fridge? I mean you admitted I looked hot" I smirk and Itachi laughs but doesn't say anything. I drink him in. "Nah! It's got to be the day I called you Itachi-sama, right?" I pull him close to me laughing along. I kiss his laugh. "Hurry up and tell me before I recap every date of ours and put you to sleep." I kiss the crown of his head. "My curiosity awaits, Itachi-sama," I whisper in his ear.
He looks at me and smiles. "It was the day you first came in to study with Sasuke." He chuckles at the memory. "You wore a red beanie which you took off when you sat. You tousled your hair before you sat down and I thought you were cute." He finishes.
"Did it make you want to keep looking at me?" I ask, smiling unabashedly at him.
He goes for coy this time as he lowers his lashes and busies his hands with his chopsticks. "Once, maybe twice?" Itachi humors me, still not meeting my eyes.
"That's it?" I ask.
He shrugs as he looks up at me. "Yeah, well, I could only sneak in a look when you weren't looking which wasn't less so yes once or twice," he breathes heavily after his defense.
"And then, the formal lessons? What made you agree to those?" I ask him, placing my elbows on the table.
"I'll borrow you favorite word regarding this. Because I was curious," he answers.
I smile, loving that he remembers. "About me?" I look up at him shyly.
"About you," he agrees.
"And now?" I ask, taking his hand in mine, needing this physical connection with him. He knows my feelings for him.
"Can we not talk about it right now?" he asks.
The disappointment inside me is crushing. I nod sadly as I pick up my chopsticks. There's a long pause in which I force myself to pick up a few morsels of my food and chew. I cringe at the awkwardness of a once perfect evening. "Have you and Sasuke always been close?" I ask. "You know, he's a lot different from you." I tell him.
Itachi finishes chewing before he answers me. "My relationship with Sasuke started well. But ever since Sasuke started school, it turned competitive. Initially, I went along with it thinking it would help him grow. But before I knew it, it had worsened. People often compared us but I didn't take much notice of it, seeing as Sasuke outshone everyone with his own brilliance.
"I was in my last year of high school when he hit puberty like a raging bull." He huffs out a laugh. "He was so angry all the time! So moody! He would shut himself in his room and refuse to come out, blasting loud, disturbing music. . It was messing with my studies and it worried my parents because I had national exams. I was okay with it. I could just go to the library or go to Shisui's but it was driving my parents nuts." My smile dims. I don't like Shisui. Not that I doubt Itachi's feelings for me, the years that man has over me, will always have over me, burn in my chest. How is it possible for someone to have spent this much time with a man like Itachi and not fall in love with him?
Itachi sips his sake and laughs. "Then one day, I came home and saw my brother getting hit with a broom by my mother as if in exorcism. My mother had finally snapped." I laugh so hard, I interrupt him. "But nothing beat Sasuke's face as his eyes landed on mine or rather on my phone as I recorded the whole thing. I just couldn't help it." His shoulders shake in mirth. My face echoing his emotions.
He sobers after a moment. "I think it mended our relationship."
"How?" I ask, stroking my left hand against the back of his right. His gaze falls to our hands and he smiles.
"I blackmailed him for the video making him promise to spend one hour with me every day for a month. In the beginning he came only because he wanted the video deleted. Of course I had no ill intentions but I clung to this opportunity. I made him do an activity with me, every day." Itachi puts his hair behind his ear and pushes up his glasses. "It became second nature. Sometimes we played video games, sometimes we studied or read or just listened to some music though our tastes in music didn't overlap. I think the days we read were the best. We discussed the books we'd read, challenging each other to a difficult author or a new genre. And of all the irony in the world, that damned competitiveness brought us closer." He takes a breath. "I think he cried the day I left for University." He laughs, looking at me mischievously. "He will never admit to it, though."
"I can see that about him," though I manage a smile, in this second, I'm a multitude of feelings inside me. My happiness resonates with his. This window to him is gorgeous but it isn't helping. His words convey how much he cares for Sasuke and the dagger that's wedged in my heart just digs deeper. He loves Sasuke. Fuck, I love Sasuke! And this secret that I keep from someone who's like a brother to me hurts. It hurts like crazy!
But what hurts even more is the fact that maybe, just maybe, this guy wouldn't mind letting me go. And that thought alone kills me inside. I'm okay with whatever rules he sets in the relationship but what if he lets go of this relationship, altogether? What then? This time bomb ticking over us keeps getting louder each day.
"What are you thinking?" Itachi's voice pierces this whirlwind rising inside me and I calm instantly. My focus pulled like a magnet towards him.
Does he feel this too?
"About how my world has changed its axis," I tell him, honestly.
He takes a moment to understand the reference. He bites his lip when he gets it and looks at me. His eyes are melted pools of a feeling that courses through every single atom of me. A smile flits across his lips. "Our worlds." Two words that cement it together.
He feels it too.
After dinner, we go out for a short walk. We walk along the sandy beach. I eye his hand, wanting to take liberty with it. There are still a few people around us, enjoying the moonlight night. We walk towards a more isolated part of the beach. A breeze flutters Itachi's hair softly. Without thinking, I tuck the lock behind his ear. He smiles shyly but doesn't say anything. I step closer to him. His hand bumps mine and then he spreads his over mine and clasps it. I smile and link our fingers together.
"This view reminds me of home," I say, staring ahead at the beach. "My bedroom window at home overlooks the sea."
"It must be gorgeous," he muses as his thumb strokes the back of my hand.
I smile at him. "It is. It's my favorite place to sit and read," I tell him.
"What's your favorite book?" he asks me.
"Harry Potter," I say, smiling at him. "Yours?" I ask him.
"I like Harry Potter too but The Great Chimera is my favorite book."
"Ah, a classic! A man of taste, aren't you?"
He eyes me and nods. "You too Naruto. Harry Potter books are a classic too."
I smile at him. "Okay, favorite Harry Potter book?" I ask him.
He laughs, "I saw that coming! Harry Potter and The Half-Blood Prince," he says. "Yours?" he asks.
"Harry Potter and The Prisoner of Azkaban," I tell him.
He nods. "Okay, least favorite?" he asks me and I chuckle.
"There's none I actually dislike, but I think Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix is my least favorite. Umbridge made me know a new level of hatred though. And you?" I nudge him gently.
"Umbridge is a well-written villain." He acknowledges. "Mine would have to be Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets. That basilisk just gets on my nerves since I don't like snakes," he shudders cutely, making me laugh.
We discuss Harry Potter some more as we walk quietly along the beach. Straight ahead I see a thin branch lying in front of us. I eye my Itachi-sama mischievously who's busy eyeing the ocean. "Oh look a snake," I manage my best panicked tone as I stop dead in my tracks.
Itachi stops as if hit by lightning and then he jumps into my lap pushing us back. "Let's go! Let's quickly go!"
He looks up when I don't move and my shoulders shake with mirth. "Did you just…!" he narrows his eyes at me.
"I couldn't help it," my heart melts in my chest as I gather him to me. "Stop being this adorable, please?" I ask him when he looks at me and then back at the stick, taking it in.
He smacks me on my arm. "You scared me asshole!" he smacks my arm twice more and then clears his throat and straightens. I laugh till he hits me again.
I laugh. "Aren't you going to punish me some more?" I ask him.
He looks at me and straightens. "There's something you don't know about me. I tend to keep grudges." He smiles at me sweetly, a complete contrast to his words. He looks sinister at best. "And what I get, I pay back twofold," he smiles again.
The photograph of his Akatsuki days comes back to me. Was he like this back then too?
"Then what are we waiting for? Twofold, sevenfold, it doesn't matter." I tilt his lips up for a peck. "In fact, do your worst," I challenge him. "You think you can keep up?" I ask.
Itachi bites his smirk back. "Underestimating me counts as a personal grudge, remember that." Then he actually smirks at me again. "And what did I say about grudges?"
I throw my head back and laugh.
After we return, we decide to shower once more. We should have gone together but my Itachi-sama had all but shut the door on my face. It had clicked open after twenty minutes and all I could see was his back as he made his way into the room, his body tied neatly in his bathrobe. He looks like a present I want to unwrap immediately. But I haul my eager ass to the bathroom and shower quickly as well. Itachi is seated at the foot of the bed when I step out. He smiles at me when I come closer and stand in front of him. I hold his hand in mine. His pulse races under my fingertips. I know he's nervous. I kiss his hand.
"Would you like some water?" I ask, moving away before he can respond to grab him a bottle of water. I see my bag lying next to it and move to grab the plastic bag with the condoms and lube. I'm picking up the water bottle when he comes to stand behind me. His arms go around my waist, fingers splaying across my abdomen under the bathrobe.
He places a kiss on my shoulder bone and then up my neck. Goosebumps rise all over my body. "Hey," he says softly as his hand goes higher on my chest. My hands crush necessary objects in a death grip, fighting the urge to touch him. He turns me around and runs a hand up my hair. I look into his eyes, those soft midnight eyes when they look at me.
"Hey," I whisper. His eyes move down to my mouth and then he lifts his face and kisses me.
I drop everything and instead place my arms on his waist, slowly drawing him closer to me as I open my mouth to let his tongue in. I break when the kiss gets too heated and look at him. "Come," he suggests, taking my hand in his and kissing the back of it. He bends down to pick up the dropped articles and I appreciate the way his hair falls on his shoulder.
I take his mouth in another kiss when he straightens. He returns my kiss and then he turns and leads me towards the bedroom. He grabs me at the foot of the bed and pushes me on it, then still standing he bends down and kisses me. The bed dips when a pale knee frees itself from his bathrobe as he leans over me. "You taste so good Naruto," he whispers against my ear. His hands capture mine, preventing them from venturing out on their own on his body. He dips down and kisses me again.
I clench and unclench my hands in his. "Let me touch you?" I beg between kisses. Itachi shakes his head as he runs his lips down my neck, placing tiny kisses in his wake. His smooth hair cascades down my chest. He licks experimentally against a nipple and I feel that sensation from the tips of my hair, right down to my toes. My hands tighten in his. "Do that again," I order him even as I lie submissive under him. The thrill it gives me when he licks it again, drives me insane. My king is obeying my every command despite me being at his mercy. I moan when he sucks it in his mouth. His eyes move up to mine when he repeats the action, getting bolder when his fingers skim the other pec. He flicks it and smirks when I buck, my head falling deeper into the mattress. He does the same thing, only together and I groan in pleasure as my eyes close. I've never been this sensitive there before but now every grain of awareness has gathered into those two peaks and they burst and scatter when he does it all over again. I open my eyes to see his eyes on mine. And then he switches his mouth to where his fingers were. My hands in his squeeze his. I want to touch this man. To guide him on how I like it. This one-sided play is only burning me in its fire. "Let me touch you please?" but he just shakes his head, his mouth not moving a millimeter from my chest.
"Now is my turn," Itachi says after a moment when I squeeze his hand again.
"But why?" I ask, moaning in want when he nibbles on the hard point.
"Just because," he says, rubbing his thumb gently on it.
"Even if I want to show you what I like?" I ask him.
"Not right now. If I was to let you give another demonstration, I know I'll come in no time." He lets go of my chest as his mouth moves lower. My stomach tenses when his fingers skim through my lower belly, his touch feather-light. They lead the way to his lips as he places tiny kisses on it. He stops right before my happy trail and looks up at me. "Will you let me put it inside you?" he asks when I visibly quiver with need.
The beast inside me wants nothing more than to pin this man under me and ride him to the high heavens. Hell, I even try to extract my hands from his merciless grip. But when his eyes meet mine, I know I'll surrender to his greed. He'll always be my first priority. "I'd love that," I tell him sincerely.
He lets go then, knowing I won't touch him. He retrieves the bag with things and comes and sits on the side of the bed. I'm glad I cleaned myself out in the shower. Itachi looks like he knows what he's doing but his hands shake slightly when he uncaps the bottle of lube. "Here let me," I offer with an outstretched hand, "I'll do it," I say pleasantly.
"I've studied for this Naruto. I know what to do." His dorky side has my heart squeezing in endearment. I shake my head and smile at him. He returns my smile when he comes up for another kiss, putting the tube aside. He takes my mouth like a storm as his fingers slowly skim up my thigh. His little finger leisurely brushes against my hardness, making my eyes roll back. He touches me gently, learning my taut muscle, understanding this new territory. I didn't think this man would once again let his mouth taste what his hands touch. But each kiss on my thigh says otherwise. I'm needy right now. Torn between my need to have his mouth on me and to have whole of him inside me. There's no end to my greed with this man. "Maybe we should save this torture for the next round," I say before his mouth can get anywhere closer to my erection. If his mouth so much as touches it, I will break every string of restraint, holding me back from taking the lead. "I don't think I'll last long this way." I lift my legs to show him my most private space. "Now!"
"I remember you asking me to do your worst, Naruto" Itachi teases as he places kisses along my inner thigh.
"I'll let you in the next round, I promise!" I beg.
"You better remember it," Itachi says as he opens the lube and spreads it over my hole. He tears open a condom and pushes it on his finger before lubing it as well. I close my eyes in anticipation over what is to come. I haven't bottomed in years. Every muscle in my body screams in protest wanting to tense against the intrusion but I force my body to relax. This man who's nearly driven me out of my mind is watching my every action. Chalking it away to learn what I like. He doesn't know what a blessing it is to have someone like him. "Now grab a pillow under you and lie down on your stomach," he instructs, making me smile.
"But then I can't see your face!" I object.
"But this position is the easiest," Itachi argues back.
"I want us to do this face-to-face, Itachi-sama!" I kiss the corner of his mouth. "I want to see you."
He nods. His fingers circle my hole softly and my ass clenches. He does it clock-wise as he smears some more lube on his hand. His finger prods me shyly as his eyes look into mine. He stops before he can enter, waiting for me to let him in. I nod, taking a deep breath. He kisses me again, this time languidly, softly urging me to relax. His finger moves inside me slowly. It inches forward centimeter by centimeter. I relish the feeling it brings. He moves it inside me slowly, gently as if he's afraid to break me. I relax further to let myself enjoy this pleasure. His mouth moves down to suck on a nipple when he withdraws and enters again, this time faster. This is a prelude to an event that has me gripping his finger in my ass with new vigor. He does it till I relax completely. Then I feel his second finger touch me.
"Is this okay?" he asks me softly, lifting his mouth from my chest to look at me. I nod.
My stomach tightens but I nod. My breath hitches when his bony fingers brush against my prostate. He kisses a shoulder as he moves his fingers inside me and prods it again. His mouth brushes my ear at the reaction. It makes him repeat the motion over and over till I'm almost hard again. He stretches out his fingers and I let out a huff of breath. "Too much?" he asks stilling. But I clench my eyes and relax. This is almost as difficult as the first time I bottomed.
"No don't stop now," I plead when the side of a finger brushes against that spot again. It makes me see stars as I harden completely, tensing to prevent myself from giving in.
He moves his fingers some more. "Your hole's become so soft Naruto! When I think about putting mine inside this tight heat, once I'm done prepping you, it drives me insane with want. But I want you to be ready for that Naruto." He licks a line up my ear. "I'm going to put in another finger, okay?" he whispers in my ear. "Please don't tense on me," he looks into my eyes.
I close my eyes, willing every inch of me to relax. I feel full when he puts in all three fingers. I can feel my hole stretching. I pant harshly, lifting my hips higher.
He stretches me meticulously, ever observant of his every action and my reaction to it. He showers me with kisses as he now moves his fingers faster. "Slow down Itachi-sama or I'll come," I tell him. He lifts his head from mine, his hair trailing across my shoulders. "I'm ready," I tell him.
My king looks up at me for assurance. "Are you sure?" he asks. He kisses my neck up again. "I'm in no hurry," he says, contradicting his previous words. He leisurely touches my prostate again.
"I am. I want to come with you," I say, bringing his back to his former words.
He springs to action at once as he pulls out his fingers gently and removes the condom from them, throwing it away. He tears open another packet of condom and rolls it on. He lubes it up generously and I really have to wonder just how much he has studied this? It doesn't feel like his first time. I don't get time to process it as he leans over me and lines himself up. He rubs the tip against my entrance, rotating it, similar to what he did with his fingers first. "Now," I whisper softly between us.
He pushes the tip against the entrance and moans long and low at the sensation. He quivers, he visibly shudders in my arms as he tenses at once. "This feels so good!" he says as he bites his lip and then looks at me. "I'm not going to last long," he warns me and withdraws before pushing further in till the head enters me. The head of his cock stills a hairsbreadth before my prostate. It tingles in anticipation. He withdraws before they can make contact and this time he hits it full-on. I feel sheer electricity run through my veins. My hands on his shoulders tighten to pain.
He stops all motion completely, his eyes immediately on mine. He shakes with control as he moves to kiss me. He moves slightly after a moment, giving me time to adjust. The veins stand taut in his neck and arms as he moves painstakingly slowly. The blunt head hits my sweet spot again and I moan, clenching around him. "You can move faster Itachi-sama. I won't last long either."
His eyes close as he moves his hips backward before slapping them back into mine. "You feel so good, I'm going to melt Naruto." He sets the pace, lifting my leg higher till it rests on his shoulder, going faster and faster each thrust. His hand moves down to where my cock weeps in between us as he jerks me off to his thrusts. My hands are uselessly bunched tightly on the sheets.
He throws his head back, closing his eyes for a moment. Then he bends down and kisses me again. "I'm going to come," he says. He rotates his hips before slamming hard into a place that makes me lose control. He stabs it again and again till I clench around him greedily, wanting him just there, his mouth on mine, swallowing my scream of pleasure. He pushes harder and then he jerks as he comes. His hips thrust harshly. My walls hold him prisoner, milking him. His mouth moves from mine as we pant harshly. He's still inside me. I'm not ready to lose his heat, yet. I put my arms around him and hold him to me.
"Fuck!" Itachi chuckles as he moves from above me to my left side. I think he's about to pull out but he stays inside me. He kisses my shoulder. "That was not what I expected. My dick is not going soft even after I just came!" he chuckles, still panting, adjusting his legs, finally slipping out.
"Tell me about it!" I laugh when my hard cock rubs his thigh. He sits up and ties the condom before trashing that along with the other one.
"Let me grab a towel," he says, walking quickly to the bathroom. He brings back a warm wet towel and works on methodically, wiping me. We gulp down water as if we were dying of thirst.
"I need to get the lube out," I tell him.
"Oh?" he asks as I take the towel from him and begin the arduous task. Showering would be better but I can't move that much.
I smirk up at him as I watch him process that information. "Guess your curriculum didn't cover that, eh?" I ask him cheekily.
He looks up at me and chortles cutely, all soft and pliant and all mine. He bites his lip, smiling shyly at me. "It flew out of the window a long time ago," he smiles shyly at me. "But I guess I'm learning now," he smirks at me as he dutifully watches me clean up.
"Won't it be easier if I was to do it?" he asks, making me sit up to look at him, despite the pain shooting up my backside. Walking will be a bitch tomorrow! But who's to say we've to take any step out of this room? I mean he did get us the best room. Won't it be a shame if we weren't going to utilize it to the max? My cock reacts positively to that.
"It's alright," I say.
"I mean I could-" he stops midway when he eyes my cock. "Ah youth!" he exclaims, stroking along the lines of my rigid shaft as if in greeting.
"You make it sound as if you're an old man! C'mon Itachi-sama, you've asked me not to underestimate you," I tease him playfully.
His smile looks pasted on. "It's not that! It's just…" his eyes slide away from mine but I tilt his chin to bring it back to mine. "This time I want you to put it in me," his eyes slide back to mine.
"Itachi-sama, you are not obligated to return the favor. We will only do it when you are ready," I take his hands in mine.
"In that case, that time is now," he whispers softly to me and places tiny kisses to the back of mine. "When I saw that look of ecstasy on your face Naruto, I burned for it. I wanted to take your place." My hands smoothen his silky strands back as I look at him. This man just gives and gives. And no matter how much of me I give him, it'll never amount to his generosity. His eyes slide away from mine as his cheeks color. "I've…uh…dreamed about this too."
Fuck!
"I'll be in your care," I whisper against his lips which tilt up.
"That's my line," Itachi quips right back, making me chuckle.
He kisses it right off my lips.
His mouth turns demanding, bringing me back. I kiss him with every feeling bubbling in my chest. My hands run lazily up and down his arms. I'm in no hurry to take this man. We've got all night. I want him to enjoy it as much as me. His hands bunch in my hair. His hand moves down to my ass and he pulls me closer. "Faster Naruto. I can't wait for you to open this last door." I chuckle at the euphemism from earlier. I bite his lip. He looks up at me.
I kiss him with a smack on his forehead and then I press a kiss to his neck which his pulse runs rapidly. He tilts his head, giving me better access. I bite his neck when he bucks his hips to mine. My dick touches his ass crack and slides against it. Reason slides away along with it. My beast wants out, dying to take over and quench this thirst. I pull back and grab the lube as fast as I can. I don't even bother with a condom when I thrust my finger into his butt. My thumb smoothens the area around his entrance and he relishes in my feel as he sighs throwing his head back. This sensation must be completely alien to him. I still my finger inside him, continuing to circle his entrance. His nails bite into my shoulder and his teeth bite his lips. His walls clench tightly around my finger as he freezes completely. I move my lips to his and kiss him reassuringly. "It's alright. You can take your time Itachi-sama," I move down and take a nipple. I flick it with my tongue as he pulls me closer, relaxing around my finger. His eyes close when my finger brushes against his bundle of nerves and his nails bite harder into my skin.
He pants harshly when I brush it again. His head falls on my shoulder when I lift him up and place him parallel to me on my thighs. He rides my finger freely, enjoying that sensation. He rotates his hips and his erection brushes mine. "More Naruto, I want more," he urges as he clenches around me like a greedy child. "This is driving me crazy!" he mutters, feverish in his own euphoria. When he lets go, I use two fingers this time. One of his hands moves to my head as he kisses me. My finger brushes against his prostate and he lets out a whoosh of air. "I'm beginning to think you're cheating," he comments in between pants as he tries to squirm away from me, not because it feels bad, but because it feels too good.
"I didn't know this was a race," I tease him back. My fingers begin moving slowly inside him when he relaxes a little. His hole is all soft now and tight as hell. My fingers move faster. He takes a while to adjust but we build up a beat when he moves his hips, showing me what he likes. The evidence of his desire pokes my chest. I bend down and take him in my mouth just as I brush my finger against his spot. He lets out a low groan as he moves his hips wildly, pushing himself deeper in my mouth.
"At this rate, I'll come before you can open that door Naruto. You're definitely cheating!" he accuses me.
"All's fair in love and war, milady. And since you keep bringing up cheating, I'm taking this to be a rather lovely war, wouldn't you say?" I lick his tip slowly, inside him my fingers mirror the movement. His back arches, his cock going deeper in my mouth. He moans loudly and with the way he throws his head back and opens his eyes, I know he's almost there. He lets out another guttural sound and then pants. I don't give him time to process this. His tight heat beckons me. I push in another finger.
"Stop, please!" He gasps harshly, his hands move to my arms to push me away but his tight heat won't let me go. I pause moving my hand for a moment, bending down to kiss him.
"Your body says otherwise. You're not letting go of my fingers Itachi-sama. Are you close?" I ask him. Tears fall from his eyes, more of a physiological reaction than pain. He turns to look at me quickly and nods.
"Then just do it," his arm rises and his hands bunch in my hair when he moves his hips. Instinctively I take him in my mouth again. He groans loudly. His waist guide my mouth while my fingers guide his hips. I've never felt this powerful yet powerless with any other man. He increases his pace, riding my fingers.
"I'm going to lose my mind Naruto! It feels weird." He's almost choking me on his cock but I like him like this. Is this the ecstasy I showed on my face? Is this what he wanted?
Our eyes meet when I get distracted. He pushes himself deeper in my mouth, greedy for what's to come, his eyes almost challenging when they look into mine. I smirk and relax my throat, letting my fingers rub incessantly on his spots. He closes his eyes and mewls when he comes. He shudders through his orgasm; his cock chokes my throat when he pours his passion down hotly while his walls mercilessly choke my fingers. I'm desperate for them to clench the way same around my cock. But seeing my king, riding his high to oblivion, I can't complain. I know it'll happen in good time.
I lie down beside him and begin stroking up his chest, my fingers only skimming his skin here and there. He's already covered this much ground. I hide my nose in its favorite spot on his neck. Although he's not wearing his cologne at the moment, the phantom smell comes to me. "What perfume do you wear?" I ask him, letting the tip of my nose touch the arch of his neck.
Itachi looks at me for a moment then he shakes his head and laughs. "Not telling," he says.
I draw away and stare at his face with narrowed eyes. "Why?" I ask.
"Because I don't want you to buy it," he chuckles at me. "What? It's written all over your face!" I stare at him affronted then let out a chuckle.
My falls on his chest. "Am I that transparent?" I ask him, making a pathetic face at him.
"As water," he points to my drooling cock. I huff in annoyance.
His laughs and shakes his head. His hand moves to lightly card my hair away from my face. "Are you alright?" I ask him quietly.
"Quite good," he smiles and says. "You?"
"The best ever," I say, my head on his shoulder. I look at him. "See the end of the light or an epiphany or divine enlightenment, milady?" throwing his words back at him as he lies languidly on the pillows, catching his breath. This beautiful man truly takes my breath away.
"Why ask, when you already know the answer to that?" he asks.
"I want to hear you say it," I tell him, smiling like an idiot. "Humor me?" I say.
"Hmm," Itachi pretends to think it over, making me chuckle and nip his neck. "Not really an epiphany or enlightenment, but yes, I'm definitely beginning to see a light." He smiles at me sweetly, "I think you're saving the best for later, huh?" he lifts my chin from his neck, forcing my eyes to meet his. He smirks and I fall in love all over again. He presses a kiss to my mouth. "You've already cracked the door half-open; you might as well give it a harder nudge," heavy eyelashes rise coyly to look at me.
This man, one day. I swear.
"I want us to come together," his eyes on mine are wanton. "I want the rest with you inside me."
"Look who's cheating now! You really don't know what your words do to me, Itachi-sama. Even right now, I'm dying to shove it in like an animal and mate with you like one. But I won't. I'll take my time savoring you inch by inch." Sincerity bleeds through every word. "Your pleasure is mine, Itachi-sama. I don't think I'll ever put anything else before it."
"Does that mean I can't tempt you into it as well?" he raises a questioning brow, looking very much like an intrigued scholar. He rubs a circle with his index finger on my shoulder.
I lift my head from his shoulder to look up at him. What's with his frivolous side of him today? Not that I have any qualms about my king making demands but is he really hell-bent on driving me out of my mind? Every side of him he shows me, I only fall deeper and harder for him. "Hmm, tempt me with what?" this banquet laid out in front of me is enough.
He strokes me where my fire smoldered only a second ago. His touch makes me throb with need. My want for this man is like a flame exposed to oxygen. "I have my ways," his voice is pure sin. He palms me unabashedly and rubs his fingertips over my glans, down my length, over my tip in a quick frenzy, turning on every switch in their wake.
My mouth finds his. "I'm going to get back at you for cheating, Itachi-sama. You shouldn't have done that. Not if you wanted to walk tomorrow," I tell him.
"Who says I do?" he guides my penis to his entrance. I lift his hips higher and rub against his crack and balls instead. I use my free hand to spill some lube over his entrance. My fingers know their job as I prepare him quickly, methodically almost. I use my teeth to split open a foil packet and roll the condom on. Then I flip him to his stomach.
"What the fuck!" Itachi turns back to look at me. I lean my body over his, moving my hips slowly, rotating around his backside. I pure more lubricant over his hole.
"Easier," I tell him, pressing a kiss to his shoulder. My nose skims his jaw. "Now, there's only one rule. You tell me to stop when you really want me to. Come if you want to come. As many times as you want. I need you to feel. But if it hurts, you tell me right away, okay?"
He eyes me for a moment. "Did you just give me a sex peptalk?" he asks me incredulously.
I eye him strictly. "Yes," I clear my throat. "It's important to me."
"As is my enlightenment," his lips twitch and I bite a nipple. He grabs the head of my cock and pushes it towards his entrance. "Go on," he encourages.
His heat is a vice as it grips me. My mouth opens at the objection his body places even without his brain registering. "Relax Itachi-sama! Lower your waist some more," I speak between clenched teeth. He lowers himself and I pull out and try again and again and again till the head can breach the hole without getting caught in its merciless grip. He moves his hips experimentally, driving me to new pleasure.
"Ugh," I grunt against his shoulder when sudden movement causes me to go deeper. His breath comes out in a single grunt at that. My cock is being clenched so hard, it's almost painful. "You're going to crush my cock Itachi-sama!" I pant into his ear, pressing my forehead to his shoulder. "Loosen up, please," I beg.
He takes a deep breath. "I'm trying. It's too full. Just give me a moment," he pants. We keep still for a second. Then he forces himself to relax. I pull out and he exhales.
I push it in again and this time he doesn't tighten. I move my hips around, changing the angle for search for his favorite place. I stab it with my cock. I take his half-hard cock and smile. "All good?"
"If you have time to stop for chitchat, you might as well repeat what you just did boy," bossy, haughty Showa Itachi sure puts me in my place.
"At you gracious service, milady," I buck my hips away.
His chuckle is replaced by a hitch in his breath. "There, right there," his hair cascade down his shoulder, suddenly reminding me of a fantasy concocted the night we planned this trip. I gather his hair in my hand and buck my hips deeper. Sweat has slickened the friction between us. It runs profusely from my body to run down his back. His head snaps up as his back arches when he moves forward. He lets out an animalistic sound as he turns back to look at me. "It hurts but I don't want you to stop," and as if to support his statement, he tightens around me to maddening degrees.
"If you tighten like that, I feel like my dick will snap off!" I say as I lean over him and pant. He doesn't relinquish his hold on my cock even a fraction. I want to pull it out and shove it deeper and deeper into him till there's nothing separating us. I distract him by sliding my arm around his waist to palm his cock, relishing in the stiffness of it. He relaxes a little when I stroke him softly. My mouth moves down his spine, kissing that glorious length of it. I pull out of him in a torturing slow speed. He lets out a low moan at that. "Take a deep breath," I whisper into his ear and thrust again.
His cock shudders in my hand. His responses to my stimulus are wiping away the last shreds of my reason. My body wants to take over every inch of me, leaving no room for thought. Itachi clenches and unclenches his sphincter around me, making my balls stiffen. I let go of every thought as I move inside him, faster now. Broken words spill out of this perfect man under me. His silky hair is still bunched in my hand and I lose myself to the fantasy of riding him like that. Only, this is a million times better.
And as if Itachi is aware of this grand scheme in my head, he moves along with me, keeping up to my pace. The dollops of precum coating my hand tell me how close he is. "I'm…coming," his words are like a prayer between us. They egg me on till I let go of his hair and pull him to me, till nothing separates the arch of his back to the front of my chest. His hands instinctively move around my neck. He hips shake urgently when he throws his head back on my shoulder. "I'm losing my mind Naruto," he whispers before his mouth ascends on mine.
I groan when I snap my hips one last time inside him, going deep into him. He lets out a throaty guttural sound and then we let go. I feel like I'm coming forever. My orgasm has no end in sight. It blinds me when it washes over me. Itachi pants in my ear. His nails on my shoulders have left new marks. I smile at him when I open my eyes. "Feeling enlightened?" bending down to press a kiss to his mouth, I ask him.
Itachi bursts out laughing and then winces. "I'm sure I'm going to feel pain in brand new places, but that definitely opened a vista for me," he chuckles tiredly. I watch him, his eyelashes lowered on his cheeks, casting those shadows I love so much. His arm around me is languid, boneless and his eyes on me are completely sated. He looks at me in wonder. My golden sweetheart in all his glory. "I think I could get hooked to this," he smiles softly.
"Your honesty is my undoing, Itachi-sama. You make me want to bend you over and do it all over again." Itachi grins.
"Gimme an hour and then maybe we can negotiate on it," he says, his eyelashes lowering. "Right now, I need to go clean up. Who knew lube had to be cleaned out!" he mutters rhetorically.
"It's actually a lot better than semen. Semen gives you a terrible stomachache," I tell him, pecking his lips again. The thought of my semen inside him makes me hard. The level of intimacy I want to explore with this man makes my body get a mind of its own. My body really doesn't want to be any way away from him.
"I can feel you reacting inside me Naruto. Please no more!" he chuckles drawing away and groans.
He moves as if he's uncomfortable. "Pay it no attention. It has a mind of its own." He laughs but winces again. "It's alright. I'll do all the work," I tell him quietly. "You just lie here like a good boy."
Itachi chuckles, his good nature going nowhere. "Well, this aftercare is weirdly perplexing but I'll leave you to it."
"There's nothing greater than getting to take care of you Itachi-sama!" I whisper quietly in his ear. "This humble servant lives for chances like these."
I pull out gently. While I may be half-hard, I'm spent for a good while. His tight passage milked me dry completely. I gently lay him on the bed and watch as he lies meekly on his stomach, his body pressed to the mattress. The sheets beneath him are soiled but he doesn't care when his eyes close in bliss. I move to the bathroom, tying the condom and trashing it. Then I bring a hot towel and clean him up.
He protests when I move him to his back and some more when I carry him princess style to the other futon. "How are you okay?" Itachi asks me when I pull up the covers.
Taking my place beside him, I hold out an arm and place it under his neck. He adjusts slightly once I'm done smoothening the covers over him. "How do you mean?" I ask him, removing a strand of his hair from his forehead.
"I mean," he laughs a little self-consciously, "you're completely fine moving around while I'm rethinking using the bathroom for the whole night. It hurts to even twitch a toe Naruto!" he laughs and groans simultaneously.
"It'll get better. But if you need to use the bathroom, I can always carry you, if you want me to," I volunteer like the gracious person I am.
"Shut up!" he laughs, shaking his head. His eyelids close heavily when he slowly blinks.
"Sleepy?" I murmur into his ear. He only hums in response.
I kiss the area behind his ear, moving to turn off the lamp. "Good night."
"Good night Naruto," we lie there in silence, with him fitting against every curve of mine. His heart beats soothingly, reassuringly under my hand. I place a final kiss to his shoulder when his breathing evens and I'm sure he's fast asleep.
"I love you, Itachi-sama." I whisper into the night. I close my eyes and pretend that he's repeated the words to me. I'm sure I imagined the small squeeze of his hand on mine. But I won't let them get in the way of this euphoric moment as sleep steps in from its shadowy crevices.
I wake just when dawn is falling across the sky, my side cold. My eyes immediately turn to look for my lover but I don't see him anywhere. "Itachi-sama," I call, putting on my underpants and shorts, wincing when my back hurts. We went two more times in the night. Turns out Itachi was dead serious about keeping grudges. He plowed into me so good, I now have to limp. I check the toilet but he's nowhere to be seen. My eyes move to the open balcony door but he's not there. No. He is downstairs, standing near the waters in that flimsy yukata. His open hair flutters softly in the wind and that spurs something inside me to action because the next second, I'm running out of the room and towards him, unmindful of the pain shooting up my spine.
"I'm new to this and I think I'm still coming to terms with what I am" he speaks without turning to look at me. I come to stand beside him. I don't touch him or say anything. My heart hammers in my chest as I take in his words, drink them. They taste like a concoction of the most bitter poison and the sweetest potion. "It's a long road and I'm aware that it comes with its challenges. You know how my marriage ended and I have more flaws than you see," he turns to look at me now. "But I've been thinking and I've come to this conclusion that despite all this, I want to explore this with you. I don't know about a future but I know one thing for sure." Itachi says, his arms still crossed across his chest. Our eyes meet for the longest second. His eyes convey a message I've been seeing a lot each time our eyes meet recently. My hands move to take his arms and pull him to me. The wind carries his intoxicating fragrance to me and I inhale it deeply. "I'm only going to say this once so listen well."
The sun is just making his appearance higher on the horizon when he looks at me. I'm all ears when I nod. "I love you, Naruto." He uses the same word he's used in the storage room.
A wave must lap near our feet but I don't feel it. The seagulls must be calling but I don't hear them. The only sound my brain can register is his voice conveying the sweetest of words. My eyes close in sheer bliss at the perfection of the moment. "Please say it again," I beg, leaning my forehead against it. So, this is what it feels like when all your wishes are granted at once. I want to fall to my knees and weep my eyes out at his feet. I am finally getting the thing I coveted more than my next breath. I'm getting this man's love! There's absolutely nothing more I'd wished for. Nothing I've been this desperate for.
His eyes meet mine and then he lets out the sweetest smile I've never seen before on his face. "I really love you, Naruto."
I grab his hands tightly in mine between us, my breath caught up in the whirlwind of his words. Tears sting my eyes. "I…" I press my forehead to our joined hands. "I…please can you say it one more time?" I beg.
He lets go of our hands as he puts his arms around me. I hold him to me in reverence. "I love you Naruto," he whispers in my ear.
I feel like I could die right this second without a single regret. "I love you Itachi-sama! I love you so, so much!"
Itachi smiles as he slides an arm around me and we turn to look up at the sky, where the first rays of the sun paint it across a spectrum of every color from pink to gold. "Thank you."
My face hides in his neck, inhaling his smell, reveling in the moment made perfect by this man for me.
And for the first time I daydream of an eternity with him.
Because, this man one day, I swear.
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