SAN:
Itachi grimaced the entire time he slathered medicine all over Sasuke's marks. He rubbed the ointment in soothing circles along the boy's skin, making sure to massage each area multiple times so that he could help break up the blood that had pooled underneath the surface.
Sasuke sat quietly on Itachi's bed as he allowed the man to do so, fidgeting nervously while his upper body was under his Aniki's scrutiny. The entire room smelled of the man, a sweet yet musky scent that sent him into a tailspin.
Itachi had insisted, no-demanded really, that he would tend to those marks and refused to allow the boy to put his shirt back on, and Sasuke couldn't stop moving every few seconds as those warm, strong fingers kneaded into his flesh like an unrelenting massage gun.
"Watashi no kokoro, you need to stop moving so much," Itachi murmured, his previous anger replaced with a frown. He wasn't yelling anymore, and he wasn't spouting profanity like an uncouth, deranged man, so Sasuke would take it.
Upon the utterance of such a nostalgic and sweet nickname, Sasuke's breath hitched, a breathless ache brimming to the surface. His fidgeting stopped dead in its tracks. "'Tachi, you haven't called me that in a long time," he whispered, wistful, feeling the strokes on his back pause before they continued.
"Mm, but it doesn't make it any less true, Otouto," Itachi responded. "Now, be good and stay still, and when Aniki is done, we'll go get you some ice cream, okay?"
The boy's lower lip jutted out, a faint little scowl surfacing on his adorable features. "I'm not five, Aniki," he said with no heat in his words.
"Does that mean you don't want any ice cream?" Itachi responded.
"I… I want ice cream."
It was then that Sasuke felt the ghost of a kiss along his shoulder blade, making him freeze like a popsicle before his heart thudded twice as hard in his chest. "There. All done with your back. Now, let me check your lower half."
"W-what?" Sasuke shrieked, instantly scooting away from Itachi, who had come around to sit in front of him. He felt a large, warm hand on his knee, preventing him from thrashing and running away. When he looked up, he noticed the look of disapproval on Itachi's face as if running away was the worst possible thing he could do to him.
"I meant take off your sweats, Sasuke," Itachi murmured. "It's okay. I'll lather the ointment on gently and it won't hurt. Then, we'll be done."
"I- I can do it myself," Sasuke said, attempting to push his hand away. Sasuke was met with great resistance. In fact, the stubbornness behind Itachi's ironclad grip and unwavering scowl had his stomach in knots. "'T-tachi-"
"Don't…" Itachi's face scrunched and twisted as if he was having the most difficult time finding the right words to use. "Don't push me away. I… I can't handle it when you push me away. I hate it." The frown the man was sporting made Sasuke even more nauseous. God, he hated being the reason Itachi looked that way.
"B-but you c-can't," Sasuke whimpered, arms cinched tightly around his drawn up knees. He had scooted against the headboard, pressing so hard against it, the wood dug into his spine.
"Watashi no kokoro, let me see. I promise I won't get mad again. I won't yell and I won't do anything to hurt you. Please… just let Aniki see."
Sasuke bit his lip, his weak heart crumbling underneath his Aniki's grief-stricken words, and very slowly, he tilted his head and dipped his chin in a small nod. His arms began to unwind and his legs stretched out before him. Very soon, he found himself completely naked in front of the man. It had not been a good day to choose not to wear briefs… but he had been so sore that morning that any additional material rubbing against his privates was suffocating.
He heard the grinding of teeth in the background. Coupled with the veins that riddled the back of his Aniki's hands and forearms, it wasn't a stretch to realize the man was not happy.
However, as promised, Itachi did not verbally make his fury known. Surprisingly, his fingers kneaded his flesh even more gently than they did when they were tending to his upper body. Sasuke's gaze remained rooted on the hands that were on his thighs, refusing and unwilling to look the man in the eye.
His gaze followed the nimble fingers that rubbed along the dark purple and blue bruises cascading along his inner thighs before they traveled up delicately to his hips, where they kneaded gently.
"Okay, Otouto," Itachi finally said. "Lay on your tummy for me."
Sasuke believed that he had had enough heart attacks for one day, but apparently, his Aniki did not think so. "W-what?" he squeaked, staring at the man in alarm.
"I need to see," Itachi said. His face twisted again as if he had a hard time stringing together his next words. "I need to make sure that you're okay down there."
"N-no," Sasuke responded, flinching at the man's statement. Despite his slight stutter, his tone held a hint of defiance. "I'm fine."
"I've noticed, you know," his Aniki said. This time he could not disguise the scowl on his lips. "The way you've been sitting at the dining table, the way you've been walking, and the way that you are sitting now…."
It sounded like Itachi was waging a war inside of himself between feeling anger and pain. Face drawn taut and eyes somber, his fingers reached out for Sasuke's, and this action was done so slowly and carefully that it made Sasuke appear to be a defenseless hamster in a cage. When he made contact, Itachi smoothed his thumb over the boy's knuckles. "I won't get mad, okay? Never at you," Itachi murmured. "I will love you no matter what, Otouto. I'll be quick, so let Aniki help you and then we can go get ice cream. Is that okay with you?"
Naturally, Sasuke hesitated, but Itachi had a way about him, a way with words and the emotions he expressed through his face, that always seemed to lower his defenses. Reluctantly, he slid onto his back and rolled around, propping his cheek on one of Itachi's pillows, feeling unbelievably exposed as the coolness of his Aniki's room kissed his naked rump.
Good God, this was not happening right now. He could feel the sharp gaze traveling down his lower back, dipping lower and lower until the rest of his exposed body was taken into sight. The room grew ten degrees colder, and the silence behind him did not help his state of mind. Sasuke dug his cheek deeper into Itachi's pillow, attempting to use his Aniki's delicious scent to negate the heavy amount of embarrassment that he felt in that singular moment, but relief was not felt and a low whimper escaped his parted lips as soon as he felt a palm on his left cheek.
"Shhh, watashi no kokoro. It's okay. It's just me," Sasuke heard the man whisper as his palm stroked up and down his cheek, attempting to soothe his rigid form. "Aniki will be quick. Just breathe slowly and count to ten, okay?"
Sasuke couldn't help himself. The overwhelming situation, the too-fast heartbeat in his chest, the feeling of Itachi's eyes drilling into him, and the reality that the man had forgotten everything that occurred the night before hit him all at once. He began crying before he even knew it. "'T-tachi! 'T-tachi!" he wailed, fingers twisting into the pillowcase. "N-no, Aniki. No! Please."
In the background, the boy could hear low shushing sounds coming from his Aniki. His cheeks were parted with Itachi's careful hands, there was a brief pause of approximately five seconds as if the man was surveying the damage, and then a slickened finger pressed against his channel. Sasuke sobbed harder, his body plastering rigidly into the mattress as if he was trying to disappear into it.
Sasuke's hole twitched and spasmed against the intrusion, and sweat began to form along his hairline, But as the finger continued to press insistently against him, like a sucker for torment, his body allowed his Aniki to sink into him without question. A gasp broke through his cries and his body arched shamefully toward the finger before it slumped against the bed again.
"I know, baby. I'm sorry," Itachi murmured as his finger twisted inside of Sasuke, rubbing the ointment along his walls. "I need to get it in deeper, because you're so swollen back here. Otherwise, it won't heal the right way. I'm almost done, okay?"
Just then, Sasuke's body was left empty, which gave him the opportunity to finally breathe. His body visibly deflated and melted into the mattress. However, a few seconds later, two fingers with that same ointment pushed past his puffy hole and twisted inside of him, scraping and smearing it religiously along his walls. His eyes grew wide, his body went rigid as if it had cramped up in its entirety, and a choked moan escaped. If his Aniki heard it, he didn't speak a word of it, and the boy was left to sink into his own puddle of embarrassment.
Finally, after what felt like hours of being under Itachi's scrutiny, the fingers withdrew. Sasuke scrambled to get up and tug on his sweats, eyes flickering anywhere, but at Itachi's face, while he sniffled and rubbed away his tears. When his hands fell away from his face, the boy was placated with a kiss on his reddened cheek and a large, warm palm ruffling his spikes.
When the silence persisted and Sasuke did not get any indication that Itachi was going to speak to him again, his curiosity won him over and he chanced a peek at the man, catching Itachi's gaze. His Aniki smiled warmly at him then, and Sasuke felt like his entire world was okay again.
"I love you," Itachi murmured, the same smile still plastered firmly on his face. His eyes sparkled as he leaned in to kiss Sasuke's other cheek.
The boy ducked his head afterward, a timid sort of tone usurping his being. "I love you, too," he whispered.
"Mhmm," he heard Itachi hum.
The echo of his hum made Sasuke's belly swell with butterflies. The sound cradled his soul, hushing him in a wave of calm like the ocean after a storm. Sasuke found himself closing his eyes, relishing in the soothing sound.
The sound of Itachi screwing the lid back on the tube of ointment snapped him back to the present. He opened his eyes, finding himself staring at his Aniki's back as the man twisted around to shove the medicine back into his nightstand. Why he had such a thing, Sasuke did not know, but he couldn't be bothered to ruminate about that at the present moment. Not when Itachi was standing up and stretching his arms over his head, a piece of his skin showing at his waistline. The boy swallowed hard and looked away.
"Ready for ice cream, Otouto?"
Sasuke blinked, a sudden stupid smile on his face as he scrambled to get out of bed. He heard evidence of chuckles as he dug around in his closet for a jacket before he slung his arms through it at record speed.
"And you say I have a sweet tooth," his Aniki harped in the background, amusement bursting from his vocals.
About a half an hour later, Sasuke found himself humming a tune under his breath as his feet swayed forward and back underneath the park bench. Itachi sat next to him quietly.
From the corner of his eye, the boy watched in amazement (gawked really) at his Aniki's laid back figure. Itachi had one arm resting behind him, fingers splayed along the bench's metal edge. His body was reclined backward as he watched with lackadaisical, hooded eyes as children ran around a few hundred yards ahead in the large field. Legs crossed at their ankles, Itachi sat back with so much grace and effortless beauty that Sasuke nearly bit his own tongue when eating his cone.
To prevent further mishaps from occurring (such as brain aneurysms and heart attacks), he averted his gaze and chose to stare down at the cookies and cream ice cream cone his Aniki had bought for him. His body buzzed in his seat, as antsy as an OCD schizophrenic staring at a clock, and he did his best not to fidget.
His Aniki had chosen to sit rather close to him as though he was deterring others from approaching, acting as a protective barrier to Sasuke's abnormally run-down self. Sasuke guessed the man was still thinking about his sobbing face, because he stuck oddly close to him from the time they left the house to the very moment the boy sat down on the bench as if Sasuke's tears had caused his protective instincts to flare up.
He also thought it odd when Itachi had paid for one instead of two servings. His Aniki never passed up sweets, and the mere fact that he had baffled Sasuke. Perhaps, he was still angry at him. Nevermind his lazy gaze and his relaxed posture, the strong, insistent fingers stroking against his turtleneck right over the marks on his nape were possessive in nature.
Or at least the boy liked to think so. He liked the idea of his strong, wickedly hot Aniki being possessive over him. Seriously, the man could drape himself on said bench and make the bench look good. Drool-worthy even. Sasuke would swoon if he wasn't so sick to his stomach about taking advantage of Itachi.
He could tell that the man was conflicted, because, every so often, he could see a tick along his jaw or feel his gaze drill a hole into the side of his face. So, while his Aniki did promise to not yell at him anymore, he was probably silently fuming and ready to burn someone's house down to the ground.
Sasuke sniffled inaudibly, losing his appetite. It didn't go unnoticed by his Aniki. To be fair though, his Aniki rarely missed anything.
Sasuke felt a palm creep behind his ear from behind before fingers splayed open and gently turned his face in Itachi's direction and directly into his Aniki's searching gaze. "What's wrong, Otouto? You look sad."
How could he not be when the one thing he wanted in life had walked into his bedroom in the dead of the night, fucked him relentlessly in his freaking sleep, forgot all about it the next morning, and then played the role of big brother as well as Beethoven played his Fifith Symphony in C Minor? Sasuke didn't know what frustrated him more: his Aniki acting like an upstanding, morally-driven compass, or his own stupidity for not recognizing a sleepwalking person because he had been a salivating mess.
He must have looked like a kicked puppy because his Aniki's frown deepened dramatically.
"Is there something you need?"
Your love. Maybe your elephant cock-
Shit. Wrong direction, Sasuke. Wrong direction.
"No." A whisper. An averted gaze. "Can we go home now?"
With the momentary pause he received, Sasuke knew Itachi wanted to press the matter, but the man had pulled back at the last second and simply nodded his head. He let out a sigh of relief.
On the walk home, an awkward silence remained between them, but the awkwardness most definitely stemmed from Sasuke, whereas Itachi seemed to be brooding inside. When they had stepped inside their home, the sun had already begun setting. Sasuke muttered a thank you for his treat and made a speedy attempt to go to his room upstairs.
However, his Aniki must have anticipated this, because Sasuke's path was immediately blocked by Itachi's huge body. Even if there was space between the railing and Itachi, there was absolutely no way the boy could squeeze around his Aniki's body without being dragged back.
"'Tachi…," he whined with a frown.
But Itachi wasn't having it.
"Where are you going?" Itachi asked, demanded really.
"… To my room. I want to go to bed."
"Did you forget where you're going to sleep tonight?"
"Uh… my room?"
"Foolish Otouto. You're sleeping in my bed. You're not allowed anywhere else tonight."
There it was again: that flare of anger. Like Itachi was angry at himself for letting Sasuke out of his sight the night before, believing that to be the reason for his body's current state.
But it was because of Itachi not letting the boy out of his sight last night that led to such a result.
Ohh, the irony.
It didn't matter where the scowl came from, because that did dissuade Sasuke. He refused to back down. Not this time.
"I-I don't want to," Sasuke mumbled. Despite his defiance, he broke his staring contest with his Aniki.
"I wasn't giving you an option, watashi no kokoro. I won't let you be subjected to such deviance in your room by yourself ever again."
The boy flinched, and he was certain Itachi saw him, too. The man's gaze hardened and he folded his arms across his chest, continuing to block the staircase. His aura grew dark, vividly so, and it felt like an invisible force had snaked its way around Sasuke's body, demanding that he'd obey, that he allow the man to protect him.
"Aniki… p-please." Sasuke's voice cracked as he tried to weasel his way around Itachi's large form.
"I said no, Sasuke." The firm, unbudging tone made his lower lip quiver.
"Aniki," he pleaded in a voice so tiny that he berated himself for sounding so fragile. "P-please. I want to go to bed."
"Otouto. Aniki is not denying you sleep. You can go to bed. In my room."
The sob that tore through the house was instant, the result of a myriad of pent-up emotions, which had swelled so massively in Sasuke's chest that they exploded without warning. What followed was automatic, uncontrollable crying. Sasuke's shoulders jostled with each tear and he began to rub his eyes incessantly while they grew heavier and louder.
"I-I d-don't want t-to! I don't w-want t-to!" he wailed, trembling like a frightful mouse being pinned down by an aggressive cat. "W-why are you m-making me? I-I hate this! I hate it!"
He saw it the moment Itachi's firm, combative nature fell apart, replaced with instant regret and hurt.
"Is the idea of sleeping with Aniki so painful to you that it makes you cry just thinking about it? Do you… hate me that much?"
Yes. Sleeping with his Aniki was painful. In more ways than one.
Itachi's tone broke Sasuke's heart. Sasuke sobbed harder and Itachi must have taken that as a response to his question, because he remained silent and took a step sideways as if someone had shoved him aside. The man pressed his back to the wall adjacent to the staircase, and for the first time during the entire encounter, he averted his gaze. Speechless.
"Okay," Itachi managed to say. "You don't have to sleep in my bed with me tonight, Otouto," he said. "Please don't cry. Aniki is sorry, watashi no kokoro. I would never make you do something you don't like, so don't cry."
It was impossible for Sasuke to stop crying. Not when Itachi, himself, looked like he was going to cry. Not when the man looked like he'd been emotionally kicked and beaten to the ground. Not when he felt betrayed because he thought Sasuke hated him.
He made his beautiful, kind Aniki look that way.
The boy yearned to tell Itachi that he would love more than anything to find comfort in his bed at night, to feel the warmth of his skin radiate against his back, and be lulled to sleep by the whisper of his breath against the crook of his neck. He wanted it so much that he felt physical pain in his chest cavity, a caving feeling that suffocated him, simply from refusing to allow himself such a desire.
But his Aniki could never know. Sasuke had to protect their secret even if that was at his own expense. He'd rather swim in his own guilt and pain than have Itachi hate him and never look at him the same again. He could take anything, but that.
He took the chance to brush past his Aniki, trying his hardest not to imprint the image of Itachi's crestfallen countenance into his mind. He slammed his door shut behind him so frantically that he winced, knowing exactly how bad it made the situation appear, and before he knew it, Sasuke was huddled underneath his blankets, hiding from the world, but, more specifically, hiding from his unrepressed feelings.
The both of them went to bed that night without a lick of dinner in their tummies. As always, Sasuke waited until he heard his Aniki's quiet footsteps pad up the stairs and down the hall toward his room, and he waited for the quiet creak of his door closing before he allowed himself to shut his eyes and drift off into a restless sleep.
A few hours passed into the evening. The moon grew into that of a sliver, hardly gleaming in the sky, the hoot of an owl echoed into the night, and a small, steady wind brushed against the trees, causing its willowy branches to sway.
Sasuke had dozed in and out, breaking into hot and cold sweats throughout the night. Plagued by nightmares that were sweet, yet twisted in nature, his slumbering form gripped at and twisted his bedsheets ceaselessly, uneasiness covering his pinched brows.
In his dream, his Aniki had ushered him against a wall, yanked down his pants and briefs, and fucked him against it like an animal from behind. His Aniki had declared his irrevocable love and devotion to him, refusing to let Sasuke out of his embrace until his hole was ruined.
And that was his problem. Not only did Sasuke want physical contact with Itachi, but he also wanted his love in that way. His downfall was always his selfish nature and avarice.
He didn't know how long he had remained asleep, but the sudden loud creak of bedsprings had Sasuke jolting awake with a start. He suddenly felt a weight pressed up against his chest, and his eyes snapped open.
The boy had to blink multiple times to allow his eyes to penetrate the darkness. Finally, when they had adjusted, his gasp echoed in the chilly room. The full weight of Itachi's body had pinned him down against his own mattress, caging him in with his propped up hands on either side of his head and knees tucking Sasuke's legs firmly between his Aniki's. A curtain of hair fanned around him, dimming his visibility.
But it was, unequivocally, his Aniki. Nevermind this close, Sasuke could identify Itachi from 100 yards out without trouble. Itachi's overwhelming presence, his smell, his steady breathing: everything about him was like a jab to Sasuke's heart.
"A-Aniki!" The boy squeaked, shoving at the large body hovering over his, which had completely and utterly covered his lithe form. "This isn't funny, Aniki!" he shrieked, hands pushing against the man's shoulders.
But Itachi didn't not budge an inch. His muscular, rigid form remained frozen above Sasuke, and it was then that the boy noticed his half-lidded gaze, which lacked clarity and understanding of the situation. There was an unreadable look in his eyes, but his general features were blurry at best: lacking expressions.
NO.
Sasuke's brain screamed against his skull. An instant headache formed, pounding against his temple, and his heart rate accelerated to a degree that would have placed him in hyperventilation mode.
FUCK.
Nononono.
Not again.
"A-Aniki!" Sasuke stuttered again when the man began nuzzling at his nape. He shuddered violently, his body responding with such unrestrained wanton fervor that he nearly gave in that very second, but he refrained and shoved more firmly against the weight above him.
The man withdrew from his collarbone, bestowed a look on the boy akin to what Sasuke assumed was a plea, and groaned like he was in pain. Then, Itachi's hips came down to brush against the boy's groin, forcing Sasuke's eyes to enlarge comically. A raspy, choked noise fought free from his voice box and, unintentionally yet naturally, his body arched against his Aniki's.
Good fucking god.
His Aniki was wearing another one of his robes, which had fallen open from his sculpted chest all the way down to the sinewy lines of his abs and his powerful thighs. Reflexively, the boy's eyes zeroed in on Itachi's cock, and a hot flash rushed through his body, settling along his cheeks and between his legs. That beautifully engorged erection stared back at him, jutting upward with so much heft that it didn't require Itachi's body to move for it to bob heavily… obnoxiously.
Like last night, a clear drop of precum oozed out from the tip, lubricating that wide mushroom head that Sasuke loved so much, and stained his Aniki just below his belly button. Sasuke could bet his life on the fact that that pearl-sized drop of precum would taste thick and slightly salty, yet sweet on his tongue. If only he could crawl down there and lick it up, his taste buds would ignite like a thousand fireworks on the fourth of July.
Sasuke looked away instantly as if he was convincing himself that said action would act as a buffer toward the situation, and, somehow, he caught sight of the crimson sash laying limply next to his ajar bedroom door.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
His Aniki had stripped at his door first, most likely while his roaming stare was attempting to locate Sasuke in his bedroom, and had climbed into his bed after.
What in God's name was Itachi doing?
Sasuke was on the brink of a heart attack.
"Aniki…." That single word came out as a whisper. At this point, Sasuke didn't know whether he was pleading for the man to move or to dry hump him again. Itachi had only rolled his hips against him once. He had ceased all movement after as he stared down at Sasuke.
His glazed over eyes didn't say much, but the groan that he released made Sasuke's heart rate stutter, then skyrocket to a dangerous degree.
"Why?" Sasuke choked out, begging for an answer he knew wouldn't come. "Why are you doing this to me?" His hands, which had been pushing against the man, fisted his Aniki's robe. Inconceivable anguish flowed through the boy like molten lava as his vision blurred.
In return, he received a nip just below his chin and a small lick as if Itachi was mimicking a momma cat comforting its cub. Sasuke sniveled, the tender form of affection striking his core.
"You know I can't say no to you," he whimpered helplessly, angling his neck. Instinctively, Sasuke's arms brushed past Itachi's shoulders to wrap around his neck. "You know, yet you do this to me. How do you expect me to face you after?"
The tilt of his neck and his touch seemed to be all the permission his Aniki needed, because he began to trail wet kisses up and down his neck. Pros and cons flashed through the boy's mind. More than that, a mixture of guilt, lust, and especially the desire to be loved by his Aniki swayed in him, fighting an unwinnable battle, which was lost before it even began.
That's how weak he was.
Perhaps, if Sasuke had been clothed in that moment, he would have persevered and gathered enough rationale and brain cells to say no and escape, but that was not the case. Sasuke did go to bed fully clothed, but, due to his night sweats, he had stripped down to his briefs sometime during his slumber, and that gave his Aniki all the room he desired to lick his way across his collarbone and chest.
Itachi's groin came down against Sasuke's, grinding against the boy with vehement power and precision. Sasuke's body arched up from the mattress, his tight grip around his Aniki's neck allowing him to inch as close as possible to the man for maximum pleasure.
And that's how Sasuke crumbled and gave in.
"You feel so, so good, Aniki," Sasuke groaned. His Aniki made no indication of understanding what he was saying, and that only egged the boy on. "You know… your cock is perfect for me. I am perfect for you. My hole only opens for you."
Before he knew it, he felt wetness seep into and dampen his briefs. He didn't know whether it was the copious amount of slick that dripped from his Aniki's girthy, swollen cock or his own precum, but the cloth began to cling to his balls as his own erection jutted out of the waistband of his briefs.
As soon as that happened, Sasuke felt a hand gripping at the band and tugging them off his body forcefully, leaving him naked and vulnerable. But he didn't care, because his Aniki was loving him. Automatically after, Itachi's hips came down without pause, slamming and grinding against Sasuke's pelvis and cock with a bruising force.
For some reason, even though they weren't engaging in sex, Sasuke felt like they were. Itachi's movements were beyond desperate as he rutted against him, desperation seeping from his pores in the form of sweat droplets that meshed with Sasuke's.
On an obsessed, degrading level, the boy reveled in how their sweat mixed together, because that meant a part of Itachi would seep into his pores and become one with him.
Sasuke's eyes rolled into the back of his head as he spouted more of his dirty thoughts that he'd kept to himself for years. "I want to s-swallow you whole inside. I want you to fuck me in my deepest parts, damage m-me inside so bad, my body will never forget how your cock feels."
The power in his thrusts and the bliss that spread through Sasuke's entire body caused a ripple effect. It started with his inability to shut up as he fed his Aniki loud moans and whimpers, which, in turn, encouraged Itachi to rut against him harder like an animal. At some point in time, Sasuke realized he was nearly screaming, and that's when his Aniki's mouth came down on his lips, eating at him with his mouth and tongue until he nearly suffocated Sasuke.
Sasuke succeeded in tearing his mouth away from his Aniki's to suck in a harsh breath and he noticed that his nails were digging into the man's shoulder blades. He released them automatically, fearful of leaving any sort of evidence behind, and his hands fell to the mattress.
When his touch had disappeared, Itachi's growl echoed in Sasuke's ears as if he was dissatisfied by such an action, but Sasuke could only look up lustfully at Itachi as their slicked erections slid against each other, lubricated to a degree that made it sloppy and noisy.
"You gaped m-me so badly last night," he gasped. "I-I feel like my hole is still stretched wide open. I-I thought it was my fault, that you h-had enough of me, but how can that b-be if you look and act like I'm a piece of meat, 'Tachi?"
Sasuke winced when Itachi bit down on his chest. This time, it was around his other pec.
"You're my Aniki. My Aniki," Sasuke murmured. He brought his hand down to drag four fingers over Itachi's cock to collect his dripping precum. "This is proof. You drip like crazy for me." The boy brought his fingers to his mouth and sucked on them.
When the taste hit his tongue, immediate satisfaction racked his body so violently that Sasuke found himself shivering and spilling his cum all over both of their bellies, a ragged scream breaking free. It was completely uninhibited, vulgar, dirty.
"I c-can cum just from t-tasting you, Aniki," he groaned through his orgasm. His dick throbbed against his lower belly, but he ignored his own ejaculation.
Instead, Sasuke bent his knees, pulled them up to his chest and pried open his cheeks obscenely, offering his twitching, still swollen hole to the man above him. "You see? I can probably sink three of my fingers inside me easily, because your cock was in here last night. Do you know how big you are, Aniki? It was so much that I thought I was going to explode inside. Do you remember? I'm soft inside because of you."
Something about his submissive gesture must have gotten to his Aniki, because the snarl he released was aggressive in nature, like a beast in heat mating with its female.
One of Sasuke's hands reached out for his Aniki's hand, guiding his fingers to his hole. Without much prompting the man sunk two of his much larger fingers inside Sasuke, causing the tip of his cock to spurt more cum even though he wasn't experiencing an orgasm anymore. "You feel how soft you made me inside? You said it was pretty when it was sloppy and wet inside with your cum, Aniki."
Lord… what was he saying? He was falling deeper and deeper into an abyss of his own swirling nasty thoughts. Each one fell from his lips with such ease that Sasuke should have been ashamed… but he wasn't. Rather, he didn't give two shits at this point in time to even be ashamed.
He needed this. After the day he had, after his rejection, after all the horrid emotions, he needed this.
The boy bit his lip hard enough for it to bleed when Itachi withdrew his two fingers and returned with four. Sure enough, they sank in with little resistance. Of course, the boy attributed it to its previous intrusion. "God… Aniki… what are you doing to me?"
Sasuke squirmed and his hands tightened along the back of his knees. His hole squeezed eagerly around Itachi's thick fingers as if desperate to prove that it was just as ready as it was hungry.
"I want you to cum all over my hole, Aniki. I want it dripping with everything that you have. Cover me in your cum. Own me."
Instead of meeting the boy's expectations, his Aniki exceeded them when he pulled his fingers out, gripped onto the base of his own slicked erection, pressed it against Sasuke's hole, and sunk into the boy all in one powerful thrust.
All the way to his core. So deep that Sasuke could feel it in his throat.
Sweet torture erupted throughout his body, sending him to Heaven and Hell in one thrust. Immediately following the breach of his sphincter, he felt warm inside as loads upon loads of sweet, thick cum filled him up to his intestines.
God, he hoped that his stomach bloated the next day. Sasuke was looking forward to it. Maybe if his stomach swelled to three times its current size, he could pretend that his Aniki had loved him so much that he'd gotten him pregnant with his seed.
Shit. He was such a lost case. He'd known that years ago when he first realized his love wasn't normal, but Sasuke never knew how bad it penetrated his veins as he grew older, carrying it throughout his entire being like a vile, poisonous drug.