Despite the passion with which her warm velvet lips had been devouring mine for several minutes now, that kiss mirrored her way of being, extraordinary without the need for noise, only slight but irresistible sounds came from our mouths and from our accelerated breaths and hot.
My hands still full of his perfect buttocks made tight by the strong pressure, he was heavy enough to be so thin. The skin of our chest was so tight that I could feel the pulse of both as if it were fused together. These few aspects, far from trivial, shouted to me that my dream was finally real without the need to scream and clamor.
The tips of my fingers lengthened meeting her entrance made protruding and hot with desire, I began to massage her slowly, exerting a slight solicitation. Without opening her eyes and separating her lips from mine, she shivered as gentle throbs ran through her body. She moaned into my mouth then pulled away and tilted her head back to fully enjoy the moment, I opened my eyes to revel in the image of her in her perfect face of her as relaxed in the lowering of self-control as I've ever been view. She arched her back intensifying the rubbing of her taut sex on my belly, I felt it push turgid on her skin.
"Kakashi…"
My name was a strangled sob.
"Yes?"
Though her words still stopped in gasping breath, all my doubts instantly disappeared like a small drop of water falling on a glowing stove. It wasn't a mere physical contact dictated solely by the needs of the flesh, in that embrace he was finally entrusting himself to me as he probably would have wanted to do from the beginning, he was giving me his heart certain that I was one of the few capable of not doing it to pieces after a few seconds. He didn't come there to stop us from saving Gaara, but she did to tell me all this. I was sure he'd let us continue afterward, he'd never wanted anyone to die.
You are telling me.
"Itachi…"
That whisper was infused with all the love I'd had to hide for years, myself included. By now I could no longer protect him from the gash that had opened in his heart by himself destroying his younger brother's life and his, but at least I could have made him understand that I had always loved and understood him, now even more so. There had been a reason and I knew it.
I leaned his back against the trunk pressing hard with my pelvis to support him better, he looked into my eyes with raven locks framing his gaze slightly wet with sweat. However, I tried to contain my strength to avoid that his white and well-groomed skin could get scratched in contact with the bark. With his hands I spread his buttocks slightly, I moved his pelvis forward flexing my knees to get to rest the tip of my sex on his burning entrance, if his skin was hot everywhere there it literally looked like incandescent lava.
His flesh was supple and did not oppose the slightest resistance to my slow sliding inside him, our gazes remained fused with each other, he only slightly moved his full lips remaining motionless until his buttocks touched my crotch .
When we were, for the first time, completely together I let out a moan without trying to hide the violent trembling that went through my body. I had hidden my feelings too much.
You won't tell.