Part 10
The compromise had been to cuddle overnight, a form of affection my Otouto and I could acquiesce to.
I'm the first to open my eyes the next morning. Due to the black out curtains, the ambience in the room mimicked that of night, yet the digital clock on the nightstand reads otherwise.
I shift slightly in bed, but realize I'm somewhat stuck in place because my Otouto is curled up against my chest and using my arm as a pillow. I crane my neck down and place a kiss on his temple and slowly unravel myself from his body, a small smile on my lips when he scrunches his nose cutely, mumbles something incoherent, and falls dead asleep again.
As soon as I'm able to leave the bed, I hear a quiet knock at the door. A quick peep through the keyhole and I carefully unlock the door, making sure to allow only a smidgen of the hallway light to filter through the room when I step outside and shut the door behind me.
Neji Hyuga stands before me as elegantly dressed as he is annoyingly an ikemen. He's been a part of Sasuke's life since they were toddlers running around the same children's center as if they were the best of buds. In essence, my Otouto has known Neji for more than fourteen years, which means I've also known him for that amount of time.
"Itachi, long time no see," he says with a half wave.
He doesn't look surprised to see me, and I don't find it odd either. Sasuke had messaged him last night before bed about leaving early and asked him to let their Sensei know.
I nod in greeting and lean against the wall, glancing at the paper in his hand.
"Sensei said you needed to sign this permission form so he could release Sasuke to you. I offered to bring it over since I'm the only one in the group who knows where he's staying."
He even remembered to bring a pen. So irritatingly on the ball.
"Thanks," I respond, adding my signature on the line next to my Otouto's name.
"Sure. I won't check up on Sasuke since you're here," he says casually as he begins to walk away. "Tell him I said he owes me ten bucks the next time I see him. He'll know what it means."
I know what this means, but I keep my lips sealed. It's their running joke: attaching ridiculous price tags to menial items or tasks. Sasuke would occasionally come home and tell me about their latest exchanges, laughing vibrantly about it until he was left grinning like a loon.
I watch him disappear down the corridor before I step back into the room. As soon as the heavy door closes with a thud, I double lock it, turn, and heard an 'oof' the same moment I bump into my Otouto who, judging by his droopy eyes and adorable yawn, must have woken up merely seconds ago.
"Careful," I tell him. My hands instinctively cup his shoulders to steady him.
What I get in return is a nuzzle against my chest. Sasuke wraps his lithe arms around my waist and, like a little gopher, he burrows into my chest. His affection surprises me, but I'm not so masochistic as to reject it. My hand slides down to cup his hip before I even realize it.
"Aniki, where did you go?" my little angel says quietly, and I find my chest cinching up in guilt immediately.
I hate when he sounds like that: insecure and lost. As if I've abandoned him. I'd rather shoot myself than even consider a life without him by my side, so when he looks so meek in my arms, it overwhelms me and overprotectiveness surges forward.
"I was just outside the door, Otouto," I tell him, smoothing a hand over his unruly spikes. His long lashes flutter under my touch. "Did you just wake up?"
"Mm. I was looking for you. I missed you," Sasuke says, voice sounding sad rather than sleepy.
"I'm sorry, my sweet Otouto," I lament, but my brain is running a hundred miles an hour.
Sasuke said he'd missed me last night, too, to a degree nothing I did soothed him completely. I had expected it to be out of his mind by this morning, especially when he fell asleep in my arms last night, but it seems like I miscalculated.
The anxiety in his words hits me like a freight train, but I realize it too late because the moment my brain processes it is the same moment I feel my Otouto's soft, warm lips pressed to mine.
Sasuke had pressed himself up onto his tippy toes to reach me, and I was so distracted I didn't even realize he had shifted until the shock of the kiss electrocutes my entire being.
I don't mean to do it, but the groan I release from the pure dose of instant pleasure spurs my little angel on, and he reciprocates, huffing small moans against my mouth in between kisses. The sound vibrations into my body make me shudder and my mouth latches on even more persistently.
I don't think of pulling away. It doesn't even cross my mind for a very long time while I stand here stock-still bathing in Sasuke's sweet kisses, but when it finally registers that I should stop lest I fuck him against the door, my Otouto releases a sweet, lustful moan against me and calls to me.
"Aniki," he whimpers, gripping fistfuls of my shirt.
I exhale harshly through my nose and, fueled by his unspoken plea, I hold onto the back of his neck and press him closer to me. "Open your mouth," I growl against his lips, elation filling me to the brim when my Otouto complies immediately.
I shove my tongue into his mouth, sweeping it inside: over his tongue, against his inner cheek, his teeth, the roof of his mouth, everywhere, until I can embed him within my own taste buds. It's heavenly.
Under the assault of my kisses, my Otouto moans emphatically, looping his arms around my neck and pressing his full body against mine. His tongue finds mine and grapples with it, swirling and chasing it, but the reality is I'm tongue-fucking his sweet, little mouth and making it mine.
When I finally pull my tongue out so I could shower him with an onslaught of open-mouth kisses, Sasuke whimpers against me, fingers digging into my hair as he breathes harshly against me.
"M-more… more, Aniki…. Do that a-again… please."
And that's when I find my eyes flaring open as it dawns on me what I've done.
I rip myself away from his mouth a bit too forcefully, causing my Otouto's eyes to slowly flutter open. He looks momentarily confused as if he could not understand why I stopped, and the thick sheet of pleasure overshadowing his eyes slowly starts to ebb away.
I can't look at him. Mostly because I know the expression I'm making is not gentlemanly in the slightest, and if I catch sight of the lips that I bruised with my own mouth, I would unleash all of my lust onto him.
"A-Aniki… why'd you stop? Don't stop," he begs, tears coating his eyes.
"I– I can't."
My chest is heaving so hard I can see it without looking down.
"B-But you p-promised…. Y-You promised."
Guilt festers in my soul as tears start raining down my Otouto's flushed cheeks. His eyes pinch shut, causing the tears to flow faster.
"Otouto, I–" I swallow thickly, unable to find any words to soothe him. My heart aches like it's been stomped all over, then grated into specks less than dust.
"Y-You don't l-love me. You d-didn't m-miss me at a-all. I, hic, I h-hate this. I hate this!"
My Otouto is inconsolable. I've never seen him sob this hard because of me before. Not even last night when he thought the same things.
"You're wrong, Otouto. It's not because I don't love you. It's because I love you too much."
He's so busy in his own headspace that he doesn't hear me, and if possible, he sobs harder into the palms of his hands.
"M-My A-Aniki… ugh… h-hates m-me," came his muffled whimpers. "I-I'm s-so s-s-a-a-d I– I don't know wh-what to d-do…. M-My… chest… hur-hurts so m-much."
I can't do this. I can't watch this.
Before I realize it, I'm already dragging my dearest Otouto to the bed. He puts up no resistance, which breaks my heart even more. It's like he's given up on life, unable to summon the energy to do anything.
I pick him up and place him in my lap in bed so he's straddling my upper thighs, and as soon as my back is against the headboard, he clings tightly to me like I'm a lifeboat, crying so hard that he's hiccuping and nearly choking on his own saliva. Then and there, I realize I may have underestimated my place in his heart.
"Shh, shhh, my sweet Otouto," I whisper, allowing my lips to caress the shell of his ear. "You know that's not true. You know Aniki loves you so, so, so much. There's no way Aniki will ever hate you."
Sasuke's grip doesn't loosen one bit. In fact, it appears my words have caused more whimpers to fall from his lips.
I'm at a loss. Other than giving him what he demanded, my brain continues to come up blank as to how to console him. Against my better judgment, I allow myself to slip just this once.
"Aniki will let you kiss me as much as you'd like," I say. "See? I've placed you in my lap so it'd be easier, but it'll be difficult to kiss if you're crying, Otouto."
The sobs are drastically reduced after that until, finally, my Otouto willingly withdraws his face from my neck. His eyes and face are equally red and red blotches are littered along his neck from the sheer exertion. His lashes are bathed wet with his tears, but he turns his beautiful eyes to me, timidly– hesitantly, and utters a single word.
"R-Really?"
"Mhmm," I murmur, using my thumbs to wipe away the two far droplets descending from his orbs. Hopefully, the last of his tears. "I love you," I tell him, knowing full well my statement is filled with the kind of love that he isn't aware of.
Sasuke digs his cheeks into my hands, and he looks like a kitten being pampered. "I love you, Aniki," he says quietly, shyly.
My heart skips a beat before I find myself nodding and bringing his face closer to mine. "Would you like to kiss Aniki now?"
He nods fervently. I watch as his eyes dart to my chest before they look back at me, and his throat bobs as he swallows hard. "A-Aniki…."
"What is it, baby?"
He looks hesitant, stumbling over his words.
"Y-Your shirt…."
My dear Otouto bites down on his bottom lip and looks down. I follow his gaze and notice his hands are grasping at the hem of my shirt, idly playing with it.
Don't tell me…
"Do you want me to remove my shirt?" I ask, surprise evident in my tone.
His face flushes and he nods again.
I press away from the headboard for a second, extend my hand behind, grasp onto the shirt, and pull it overhead in one swift move, tossing it aside afterward. "Is that better?" I ask, settling back in and jostling my hips slightly to rebalance him comfortably in my lap.
Bad move, because he wiggles a bit, too, and when we're in place, I realize my cock is nestled right underneath his ass… and he's in his briefs.
Jesus.
I feel the warmth of my Otouto's hands penetrate my shoulders and, without much warning, his plump, soft lips are against mine. I feel the sigh Sasuke releases when our lips make contact as if he thinks everything is right in the world now. The tension eases from his limbs, and his body becomes puddy against me.
Oh, my brain thinks.
Oh.
He likes kissing. He enjoys it.
What else does he like?
I ignore the salacious thought and focus my attention on him. My Otouto is pressing wet kisses against my lips over and over again, and that's completely normal. He doesn't have much experience.
I keep one hand on the side of his neck while I weave the other around his waist, and I tilt my head slightly. "Part your lips for me," I tell him, and, to my zeal, he does so instantly. "Good boy. Now stick your tongue out a little and get ready for Aniki to come in."
He moans the instant my tongue glides over his, and it makes my entire body tingle when he eagerly seeks out more. It's not my imagination that his hips are swaying gently in my lap, nor is it my imagination that the next sound he makes is followed by his cock twitching against my lower abdomen.
He's hard.
From kissing me.
My cock strains against my own sweats, filling them so quickly that the discomfort of the tightness is evident in less than a second. It perks up right underneath my Otouto's pert ass, the lengthened rod jamming in between Sasuke's globes.
"A-Aniki," my Otouto moans against me as my tongue continuously draws his own out to play. His nails are biting into my delts and I doubt he realizes it, but he's grinding himself down on my cock as if he's ready to give it a new home.
When his breaths grow increasingly haggard, I pull away to give him a chance to catch his breath. Instead, I litter kisses down his pale neck, stopping short of the collar of his shirt.
"Why did you want Aniki's shirt off?" I murmur, biting down lightly on his nape before lavishing it with more wet kisses. "Don't you think it should be fair to take yours off, too?"
Sasuke whimpers and, then, he's gone from my lap. My Otouto had completely removed himself from me. I don't realize how much I'm overreacting from the sudden loss until my own growl echoes in my chest.
I watch, ready to snatch him up again, as my Otouto stands bedside and pulls off his shirt, revealing stretches of pale skin. Then, he turns around, looks over his shoulder at me, bends down, and pulls off his briefs, leaving him completely naked.
My cock twitches and leaks inside my pants, and I'm torn between telling him to cover his lower half and permanently opening up his ass to the shape of my cock.
Do you want Aniki to fuck you?
I can't get any words out as he straddles me again, and I don't snap out of it until the softness of his ass perches on top of my cock, squeezing it in between his ass cheeks once again.
Reflexively, my hands weigh down his hips, and Sasuke's choked moan mixes with my hiss as my hips lift from the mattress and grind twice against his ass.
All that fills my mind is how much I want to rip off my own sweats so I can shove my wet cock against his puckered, virgin hole. My mouth salivates more at the thought and I occupy it by latching onto the cute, pink nipple that's hovering in my line of sight.
As soon as my mouth closes around it, Sasuke's back arches beautifully, shoving his breast against me.
"A-Ahh, Aniki!" my Otouto cutely groans.
The flesh inside of my mouth is so soft and smooth, so fucking perfect, that I'm drooling against his chest as I bite down around the nub. Sasuke whimpers against me, arms coiling around my neck.
"You wanted Aniki's kisses, didn't you?" I ask him as I withdraw, admiring the teeth marks I left around his nub.
God, he looked beautiful like that.
I can't help myself. I latch and suck on the other one until it's rosy red, drenched from my constant suckling and nipping. "You know, this is kissing, too. I'm kissing your pretty nipples and making them mine."
I close my mouth above it and suck voraciously. My Otouto shrieks and moans against me, and feeling his hands gripping tightly at my hair makes my heart beat faster, a sense of irrevocable thrill shooting through me.
"Do you like this?" I ask, craning my neck to trail open-mouth kisses down his torso.
"Nnn, y-yes. Y-yes. Feels good. Ahhh, it feels g-good, Aniki."
My dear Otouto's head is slightly tilted back as if he's bathing in the feeling. He looks ethereal.
I make my way back up, stopping at his shoulder to bite down and suck the flesh into my mouth. He's so tender. His skin tastes so sweet and his sweat is like the nectar of the gods.
"Mmm… ahh…."
I can't help myself. My lips crash down on his, swallowing his gasp and taking it as my own.
I can feel his hips starting up again, jolting against my cock. My Otouto's hips adopt a forward and back motion, and he may not recognize why he defaulted to that, but I know he's rubbing himself against the length of my cock.
"Ungh…. Hnngh…. 'niki… 'niki."
My Otouto moans so prettily against my mouth as he drags his ass along my engorged dick. A thunder bolt of thrill shoots through me. He wants to feel me. He likes this.
I feel one of his hands drop down between us, and when it begins moving, I realize he's jerking himself off…. Sasuke is jerking himself off while rutting against my cock and kissing me.
My beautiful, angelic Otouto is jerking off in my lap. I have to pry my lips away for a second to watch.
Never have I seen my Otouto do anything so overtly sexual to himself before. Even though he's sixteen and hit puberty years ago, I didn't even know that he knew of things such as masturbation. But as I watch him, it's clear that touching himself is not new to him.
A surge of emotions hit me.
Which fucking piece of dogshit taught him this?
What else does he know how to do?
Who else–
I swallow these thoughts whole, stopping them in their tracks. No, it wouldn't be good to unleash this on my innocent Otouto. I'll find out soon enough how many bodies I need to bury.
"Do you like grinding on my cock, Sasuke? Does it feel good?"
My voice isn't my own. It comes out low and hoarse, filled with unspoken promises and desires. At first, I thought my tone would have startled him, but my Otouto moans and his hips move faster.
"G-Good. So good, 'Tachi. M-More. More."
A shiver ransacks my body as Sasuke jerks in my lap and begs for more, sitting down on my attention-whore-of-a-cock, which shudders and twitches nonstop against him as it dreams of paradise.
I glance down and spot the wet stain forming in the groin area of my sweats. My hands tighten on his hips, and I swallow hard.
I must have been experiencing a dissociative state because my mouth opens on its own accord. "Do you want Aniki to strip?"
I don't realize how eager I am until Sasuke's gaze darts down to the tent in my pants and he nods quickly. Just like that, one second, I'm lifting Sasuke up in my arms and, in the next, I've kicked my pants away and lowered my Otouto back to where he belongs.
As soon as my bare cock brushes against Sasuke's ass, it smears my juices against his cheek and slips, preventing it from returning to its rightful place.
"Nnngh, so wet," Sasuke whispers, long lashes fluttering as if he just felt something incredibly satisfying.
"Reach down and grab my cock, Otouto," I tell him. "Put Aniki's cock where it belongs."
Sasuke's eyes flare open and a gasp falls from his lips. "R-Really?" he asks in awe, as if I've just told him he can eat his entire bucket of Halloween candy.
He's so eager that he doesn't even wait for a response. Instead, I feel his curious touch along my shaft before he wraps his entire hand around me.
I groan and lean back, watching him handle me. His fingers don't even connect around my girth and whether he notices or not, he doesn't seem to care as he carefully extends it in his direction and slowly lowers himself on me.
He does expertly well. The weeping tip of my cock touches his balls first, before it slides over his perineum, makes its way over his sphincter, and all the way through until my cock is nestled perfectly between his cheeks.
"Fuck."
My cock is so fucking excitedly that a burst of precum spills from the head and wets my Otouto's flesh.
Sasuke's hands are on my shoulders again and his hips move with little hesitation. This time, his head is tilted so far back I can see the way his eyes roll into the back of his skull.
"A-Ahh! Hngh! G-God, it's so h-hot. A-Aniki, oh– ahh, Aniki… y-yes… yes!"
He's violating my bare cock like he's having the time of his life. He's smearing my juices against his hole. It looks like I'm actually fucking him.
It's so difficult to breathe. My irises are full blown. I must look coked out of my mind, but I don't give a fuck. I coil my arms around his waist and dig my face into his neck, and I begin to rut against my Otouto.
Sasuke screams in my arms and calls out my name as my hips piston up against him. His cock rubs endlessly against my abs as I keep him as close to me as possible.
God, I want to fuck him. I want to open his sweet, little hole with my cock. I want to be able to drag my cum-soaked cock out of his hole and see it gape with my shape, see how full I've left it. I want to devour him.
My hands are suddenly full with his ass, one soft mound in each, as I press him down closer to me. My entire body shudders when Sasuke moans emphatically and my cock swells even more.
"Do you like Aniki's cock nestled here?" I growl into his neck. "Look at how my cock kisses your pretty, little hole down here, baby."
"Y-Yes, a-ahh! More, Aniki! It– Y-You feel t-too good…hnngh… I, ugh, I feel strange– aghh… haah…."
He grinds aggressively against me, but the way he moves his hips so innocently, yet desperately, makes lust drip from my pores. He's grinding his cock more frantically against me as if he's anticipating his orgasm.
I exhale sharply as I attempt to keep the shaking of my entire body at bay. This is already too much for my body to handle. The stimulation has gone to my head, where it imagined even more debauched scenarios.
Sasuke whimpers, head falling against my collarbone, and his hot breath tickles my neck. "You're so b-big, 'niki. And it's so h-hot."
My body freezes. "… Is it scary?"
He shakes his head. "N-No. But… down there… feels strange."
I bounce him in my lap, my hands never leaving his ass. "Tell me where, Otouto."
"… My hole," he whispers bashfully. "My cock, too."
I don't know what to do with myself once I hear those words leave his innocent mouth. I'm so close to cumming that, if I'm not careful and I lose myself, I'll tear my way inside him just to pour my seed where it belongs.
"Is this what you wanted from Aniki when you said you missed me?" I pant. "Did you want to feel how hard you make me just by standing in front of me? Did you want Aniki to make a mess out of your pretty hole with my cock? "
"Y-Yes… I like it. I like Aniki this close to me," he groans. "K-Kiss me, Aniki. Please kiss m-me– mmph."
As soon as my lips are on his, my Otouto moans loudly into my mouth and his back arches. His ass locks down on my cock and his erection jolts against my abdomen simultaneously. Hot bursts of cum spray over my torso in that second, lending me an experience I've never been privy to. I draw back with a "Haah," unable to deny myself the sight of my Otouto cumming while humping my cock.
"A-Aniki– aahhh, aahh!" he calls out to me, arms tight around me. His head is tilted back as if he's standing underneath an imaginary waterfall, and his eyes are closed as he indulges in his own ecstasy. His lips have been ruined by my raw kisses, so bruised and pretty, and I can't help, but stare at the flush across his cheeks.
I want my cum to stain his hole. I want him to know what it feels like to have my hot cum paint his asshole. I want him to crave me more and more.
He's gorgeous.
My angelic sweetheart.
He's so fucking hot sitting on my hard cock while bathing in the bliss of the afterglow. I'm so embarrassingly wet that I've already coated his hole with my fluids, enough to allow me to drag my cock back and forth against him smoothly.
But I don't want to ruin this moment. I want to stare at his face a little more, memorize every single detail so I can cherish it till the day I die.
When his eyes finally flutter open again, he sighs contently. I can't help myself. My hands leave his ass and grasp onto his face, tilting his head so I can slide my tongue into his mouth. He reciprocates gleefully, though I can tell his ejaculation had taken its toll on his already tired body.
I kiss him with as much gentleness as I can muster, fearing that this is the end of the moment, our moment. The thought makes my heart ache.
My body is already naturally moving to assure my brain this won't happen. I secure my hands on his outer thighs and gently guide him onto his back until I'm hovering over him. That's when I press a final kiss to his lips and sit back on my knees.
"I'm sorry, Otouto," I whisper to him as my hands glide down his smooth thighs, curling under them to press his legs in the air. He stares at me curiously while tracking my movements, and aside from a small moan, he lets me touch him like this. "Aniki made your hole messy… so fucking messy…. Let Aniki help you clean it up."
I don't want our moment to end.
The thought kills me.
It destroys me from the inside out. It's so much worse than I could have ever anticipated or prepared for.