Part 11

He's sixteen. He's innocent. He's too young.

These are the thoughts that have kept me at bay for so many years now. I've done my best to raise my sweet Otouto well, and the guilt of bearing such filthy thoughts about my innocent angel has always given me the extra incentive.

All of those reasons I've kept myself away mean less than a speck of dust to me in this given second as my gaze lands on his hole.

It's twitching. Like it's presenting itself to me, enticing me to do something about it.

I swallow the saliva pooling in my mouth, but it's moot because it immediately refills like it already knows it's going to go to town on him.

I know I'm staring, but I can't look away. I don't wish to look away. It's because he's so fucking pretty down here, so fucking pretty and sexy, and he smells so fucking good that I can only imagine how much better he'd taste once I eat his ass out like a man starved of food for three days.

"A-Aniki…" Sasuke's unsure voice calls to me.

My grip on the back of his thighs tighten, and it takes every fiber of my being to convince myself to rip my gaze away from below. I swallow hard before I answer. "Yes, Otouto?"

My voice doesn't sound like my own. It's cloaked heavily with lust, making it sound deeper, lower, and more hoarse. It almost sounds like I'm growling.

His eyes are inquisitive, but the expression he wears showcases his bashfulness. "You– You're staring," he whispers as if he's recounting a secret. He cranes his head to the right and covers his face with his hands, his eyes peeking out from between his fingers as they flicker back to me and he adds, "D-Don't look too much, okay?"

I expected him to tell me anything but that. I expected him to reject me, tell me to stop, shove me away, kick me, call me every name in the book, but not that. Elation rises in my chest, but it's quickly bogged down by frustration and anger.

My brain screams at me, "That's not what he should be saying!" But that's not what frustrates me. My overactive brain thinks up a dozen scenarios where he says the same thing to other men, men who can easily trick him into doing bad things, and even though I don't have many left to lose, I nearly fucking lose my marbles.

The older he gets, the harder it is to hide his beauty. And he's so goddamn innocent, sheltered by my love and care, that he doesn't realize the world is full of disgusting degenerates who will stop at nothing to pluck his innocence away.

"You shouldn't say that," I chastise with a frown. "You need to tell me to stop, that I'm crossing the line, and if I don't stop, you need to push me away."

Sasuke removes his hands from his face and grips onto my fingers underneath his thighs instead. "But why, Aniki?"

Bathump.

He doesn't see me as a threat. I don't know how I feel about that.

"Because you're not supposed to allow anyone to see your special place down here," I growl.

"But I like when you see me, Aniki," my Otouto says without a lick of shame.

It makes me wonder if he understands what he's actually uttering to me.

"Have you ever shown anyone else your special place?" I demand.

It's hard to keep a straight face when my Otouto shakes his head vehemently and blinks so cutely up at me. All I want to do is shower him with kisses.

"Nuh-uh. No, Aniki. Never."

"And what happens if you ever do that?"

"Umm…." He tilts his head, looking pensive before something clicks in his head and his brows furrow. "You'll get mad at me," he says dejectedly, looking sadder than a kicked puppy.

I guess in his world that actually is the worst possibility he can arrive at. Better that than what my answer would have been.

The "get mad" he refers to isn't my run-of-the-mill frustrated lectures. It's the kind that's so severe it revokes most, if not all, of his privileges. He knows I don't deny him, and on the rare occasion that I do, it's for a very good reason. Just as much as I hate when my Otouto is mad at me, Sasuke has always, since he was little, hated when I got mad at him.

As a precaution, I add fuel to his answer. "I'll be very, very mad. So mad I won't allow you to sleep in my bed with me anymore."

Sasuke gasps and he looks like he's about to cry. His reaction tells me he understands the severity and importance of what we're talking about. Yes, I feel horrible for putting that look on his face, but what I said is not an embellishment. It's an absolute truth, and my Otouto knows it, too. There are some things I don't joke about, and he knows his safety is one of them.

"I– I w-won't. I won't ever do th-that, Aniki!" he cries out. His fingers are like a vice around mine.

Momentarily, I lean forward and press a kiss to his quivering lips. "Good boy," I murmur. "So you know how important it is for no one to ever see you indecent, right?"

"I-Indecent?"

"Unclothed. Naked. Looking like you do now with your asshole exposed. Indecent," I respond, eyes sweeping back to his pink hole.

My Otouto whimpers and nods. "Yes. O-Only Aniki," he tells me. "No one else."

That's not what I was getting at, not quite, but the way he only picks up the implicit message makes my greed multiply tenfold.

"That's right. If you want Aniki to give you kisses again, you'll show only Aniki and no one else."

"Un, un," he agrees easily. "I love Aniki. I miss Aniki when you're gone. I only want kisses from Aniki."

My Otouto's so goddamn sweet. My heart soars so easily in his presence. He can give me a simple hug and butterflies will erupt in my belly. He can murmur a few words to me, and I can throw away any and everything else for him. He anchors me to this world better than meds for a schizo.

I lick my lips and place a few open-mouth kisses on the back of his thighs. "How about…" I hesitate for a second. "How about I show you a different kind of kiss right here?" I whisper, turning and leaning forward to blow on his little sphincter.

It twitches again and my Otouto gasps.

"O-Okay," Sasuke utters.

I glance at his face and he looks surprised, confused, curious, and even turned on, but not scared. His body is soft, not at all tense or on alert. I'm glad.

My breathing quickens as I close the distance until my nose rubs against the wrinkle of flesh. I nuzzle it before I inhale deeply, immediately shuddering in delight from his scent.

He smells like a wet dream.

So sweet and naughty at the same time.

I want to shove my tongue inside immediately and suck around his hole as if I'm slurping up his nectar. I want to make him violently cum from only this place, so he can become addicted and continue to come back to me to seek out the pleasure. I want him to moan and make sweet, little cries as I turn his boy pussy slopping wet.

I've gone so fucking far off the reservation at this point in time that my brain has ransacked and pieced together desperate reasons to continue this intimate affair. Because I know, deep down, I want to make this hole sloppier, not lick it clean like I initially insisted.

"Nnn, that tickles," Sasuke says, squirming slightly.

His precious place is still wet from my precum, and the tender sight of it quickens my breath. I've marked him here. The realization makes my dick drip even more.

My tongue comes out and flattens along the tailbone of his buttocks before I lick one clean strip from there and across his pure hole, finishing by dragging across his balls.

My Otouto's entire body trembles and his hips lift in the direction of my tongue. He cries out and releases a long, drawn-out moan that goes straight to my cock. The evidence of his apparent pleasure pleases me so much I find my lips twitching. I repeat the same path, bathing in bliss from his sweet whimpers.

"You taste so fucking good, baby," I tell him, placing a placating kiss dead center on his hole. My little Sasuke pants harshly, his grip tightening on his thighs. My tongue flickers out and traces the edge of his sphincter, but I don't last more than a few seconds before temptation overwhelms me and I slide my tongue inside.

It's not something I do slowly… much to my chagrin. I had every intention of breaching carefully, tenderly, so as not to bombard my sweet angel with the bulk of my desire. No pun intended. But I couldn't help myself. I plunge in the same way I'd go balls deep inside of his sopping wet boy pussy.

I'm not an impulsive person or a risk taker. I calculate everything through pros and cons and always consider the likelihood of decisions backfiring on me. Everything in my life has been carefully sorted through like so with one wild card: my Otouto. He has the ability to influence every aspect of my being, from my actions to my emotions.

With him, I'm often out of sorts, frazzled, emotional, and unbelievably impulsive. When I'm with him, I'm so overwhelmed by deeper, more profound emotions that I cannot function rationally.

I've told myself for years now that I won't do anything to him. I won't touch him inappropriately. I won't kiss him. I won't strip him bare just to admire his beautiful body. I won't feast on his ass like a perverted lecher. I won't put my cock anywhere near his special place no matter how much I've yearned to do so.

I would control myself, I had reminded my heart on countless occasions when it grew out of tune with my logic.

Whelp… that ship has fucking sailed. It sailed so long ago that I'm questioning my ability to make decisions at this point in time. Because, as I laser focus on the hole that I'm currently tongue-fucking open with more enthusiasm than anything else has ever brought me in life, I've come to terms with the fact that, if I'm denied access to it, I will lose my shit.

My lovely Otouto opens up beautifully for me, his asshole growing increasingly wet and soft from my insistent actions. When I'm able to bury the thickest part of my tongue inside of him, I sigh in delight, close my mouth against the adorable wrinkle of flesh, and begin to suck gently.

Flavor bursts into my taste buds as if I've encountered a dish of melted caramel. He tastes so sweet and perfect against my lips that I need to pause for just a second to inhale and memorize the moment.

God, how the fuck did I live twenty-three fucking years of my life without such delicacy?

My immediate thought after that isn't so pretty. I'm not allowed to do this again. This is a one-time thing. This started off as something I needed to do to appease my incredibly sad Otouto. But somehow, that led to my current position between his ass cheeks.

I'm suddenly ridden with guilt, but not enough to force me to physically withdraw from my slice of heaven. My eyes roam up my beloved's body and land eagerly on his face, and I'm laced with astonishment when I make eye contact with him. Because it's at that exact second that his eyes roll into his skull and he cries out, his hips jerk, and his hole begins pulsing around my tongue.

He's cumming.

From just getting his ass eaten out.

Fucking hell.

I reach between my thighs to grasp onto my cock and fist it almost violently. My hand moves so easily over it, and it's no wonder because it's slicked in my precum. Pleasure pulses through me like a lightning bolt, so severe and debilitating that my body's not capable of controlling itself.

My brows knit together as I let myself go and eat my Otouto's ass out without reservation. I shove my tongue inside and repeatedly thrust, stopping only momentarily to trace a circle around his insides.

My cock twitches nonstop as I jerk off, and I know, if my innocent Otouto saw it now in its given state, it'd terrify him. My cock is obscenely large. It's even worse because it's so swollen that the vein that runs along the side is bulging like a fucking angry monster. I don't want to frighten him, but some day, if I'm ever so lucky, I'm going to fuck his hole into remembering my shape.

Another puddle of wetness coats Sasuke's chest and, even though his body grows progressively lax, his hole is still spasming around my tongue. "A-Aniki," he whimpers, his voice going straight to my cock.

I imagine him moaning the same way for me as I fuck him open with my greedy cock, and the taste of him on my tongue, coupled with his lustful expression and the image in my head, brings me closer to the end.

I withdraw my tongue from his insides and drag it once more over his sphincter, a growl leaving my lips as my hand moves faster over my engorged member.

"You don't know what you do to me, Otouto," I exhale sharply. I feel breathless, light-headed even. "If you knew, you wouldn't let Aniki anywhere near you."

"Nn, no, Aniki," my sweet baby whines, still in post-orgasmic bliss. "I want Aniki. I will always want Aniki with me."

Sweat drips from my brows and I could feel a flush settling on my face. God, could he be any more perfect for me?

"Are– Are you going to cum, Aniki?" he asks me in a smaller voice. My obsessive, prodding gaze on his hole jerks away to look at him again, and that's when I catch Sasuke's eyes resting on the movement between my thighs.

He swallows hard, and it's possible that the lust and pleasure has clouded my judgment, but I swear he's salivating while looking at me as I masturbate to the sight of the ass I just tongue-fucked.

A hiss parts from my lips when my thumb grazes over my slit. I release a low groan and my head tilts back slightly, but not enough to break eye contact.

"Yes. Aniki's going to cum soon. I'm going to cum while I eye fuck you, baby." I can't help myself. My eyes dart back downstairs and I'm rewarded instantly with the sight of a twitching flower.

Sasuke releases a choked moan, followed by a whimper, and dare I say, he liked what I suggested. The greedy part of me revels in the possibility that he wants the same thing I want.

"A-Aniki," he calls to me.

I notice the subtle tightening of his grasp underneath his thighs again, but nothing prepares me for what he does next. He hitches his thighs closer to his chest and proceeds to rest one palm each against his perfect ass cheeks and spreads them open.

The tug leads to a distortion of his sphincter, widening it, but also splitting it lengthwise into a nice, oval-shaped entrance. I'm so stunned that my hand temporarily stutters to a halt, and my cock is left to create a small puddle on the bedsheets.

"Cum here, A-Aniki," he begs. "I want you to cum here."

Holy fuck.

My Sasuke… he opened himself up. He opened himself up for me. And he– he wants me to….

Christ.

Jesus fuck, I must be dreaming.

I scoot closer to him, suddenly overwhelmed by the need to have my cock pressed as close to him as possible, and that leads me to unleashing it onto the proffered location.

Thwop.

My eagerness has caused my heavy erection to smack him dead center, and our moan is simultaneous. I press my tip to his little hole and keep it there, while my hand moves back along the shaft to jerk myself off again.

"You'll let me cum all over your asshole, baby?" I murmur, still flooded with awe. My blue balls agree with me.

"Nngh, yes, Aniki. Please."

His moan sounds so sweet, so inviting. It wraps around me like a tight embrace, and I feel my balls tighten and my lower belly flood with butterflies.

My hand's moving so fast now, so fucking desperately, that it doesn't feel like my own. I want to drench his hole in my seed. I need it. I need it so bad that, if it does not happen– if my Otouto decides to withdraw his consent, I'll lose my sanity.

I bite down hard on my lower lip, attempting to muffle the growls that won't stop falling from my vocals. I don't want to freak out my angel. Anything but that.

Plus, who knows how scary my expression is right now? I fear the thoughts that have taken over my mind and the things I want to do to him are written across my face. The fact that my large body is casting a shadow over his, a stance that could easily be interpreted as dominating him, could easily be seen as a major threat.

"You're so hot, Aniki."

Sasuke's soft murmur jolts me out of my funk. I'm so goddamn close, and I'm afraid I've burned away too many brain cells that I'm suddenly hallucinating.

"W-What?" I gasp, pressing my cock head flush against his twitching entrance to a degree I can feel the opening ready to suck me in.

"You– You look so, so hot," he repeats, this time with a low whimper. "I want to smell you again. I want to touch you. I want to– I want to…."

He trails off like he's trying to put his thoughts into words, but because he does not possess a dirty mind like me, he's having trouble finding the right vocabulary. But it does not matter because his words are enough.

He finds me hot? He wants to smell me again? He wants to touch me?

"Fuck, baby. You can do anything you want to Aniki. I'll let you smell me all you want. You can touch my dripping cock to your heart's content."

'I'll use my cock to fuck you open and fill you full of my cum, too.' I didn't tack on that part.

As soon as my words left me, I feel something touch my hand that's fisting my cock, and when I realize that my Otouto's fingers are wrapped daintily around me and jerking me off , my hand falls away with a ridiculously loud groan. That's enough to send me over the edge.

"Ugh, Sasuke. Fuck, baby. I'm cumming," I moan. "Let Aniki make a mess out of your hole."

My cock pulses heavily and I feel the force of the cum start to shoot out of my slit. I force my eyes to stay wide open so I can watch my juices splash all over my Otouto's sphincter.

My hips can't stop fucking into his grip as it moves up and down on my pulsing erection. My Otouto's hand is so smooth and soft. He grips me with his inexperienced hold, yet he's so tender about it like I'm something precious to him. I can't get enough of it.

Sasuke's hand continues to move up and down my length as I ride out my wave. Amongst my groans, I hear the little noises he makes as he handles me, allowing me to delude myself into believing he enjoys it.

I'm so out of it throughout my orgasm, bathed in the bliss of marking him, claiming him, that I only snap back into reality when his hand disappears from my body. The instant withdrawal symptoms I feel, especially the hoard of anxiety that manifests in my chest to weigh it down, makes my hooded gaze shoot open.

"Otouto–" I exclaim, and even my tone sounds needy, desperate and everything in between. I don't want him away from me. I don't care if he no longer touches me sexually, but I don't want him to remove his touch. I need the security of his warmth. I need to know he's not going anywhere.

The only reason I stop is because Sasuke had brought his hand, the hand that was just wrapped around my thick shaft, to his mouth, and the second my panicked gaze met his is the exact moment his pink tongue flicks out of his mouth and licks over his palm.

To lick me… or better yet, the juices that stained his hand from our encounter.

My lips part and my throat is suddenly parched, and I stare, incredibly turned on again, as my little angel moans once, eyelids fluttering seductively, before he eagerly licks up the rest of my cum from between his fingers. He finally notices my stupefied stare when he's done and he, for the love of god, sends me a shy smile.

He's killing me.

I lean over him and softly press my mouth to his, whispering how much I love and adore him against his lips. He makes a small noise at the back of his throat and kisses me back, though he's tuckered out and it shows in his sluggish movements.

When I've recovered the use of my body, I get off the bed and proceed to carry him bridal-style to the adjoining hotel bathroom. My sweet Otouto makes zero attempts to squirm out of my arms, and instead, snuggles into my chest as if soaking up post-orgasmic affection.

I set him gently onto the large counter and turn around to twist on the shower. Once it's on, I face my Otouto again and notice he's watching me albeit from behind droopy eyes.

"'niki," he calls to me, reaching his arms out as if saying, 'Pick me up, please.'

The term of endearment warms my heart, fills it to the brim with adoration for him, and I easily stand between his dangling legs and heft him into my arms. "Yes, my sweet Otouto. Aniki's here," I murmur.

I walk us to the shower and carefully step into the tub, allowing the water to splatter against my back first so he wouldn't receive the grunt of the water pressure. Once I make sure the temperature is suitable, I slowly and carefully place him on his feet.

To my delight, he still sticks close to me after I've set him down. It reminds me of the night before when he said that he missed me too much and needed the close proximity. I understand why now. It's soothing and reassuring and puts me at ease.

"How are you feeling, baby?" I murmur, keeping my arms around his waist.

"Mm, okay, but tired. I want to sleep, Aniki."

"Of course, baby. Let's get you cleaned up and we'll get you to bed, okay? The hotel is reserved for at least another day, so you can rest up for as long as you'd like."

I feel his hands tighten around me and he tilts his head up to stare at me with his large doe eyes. "Aniki, I… I want…."

My Otouto gnaws on his lip as his eyes grow hesitant. His expression tells me he needs something from me, but doesn't think I'll agree to it. Does he really not know that I'll do anything for him?

"What is it, Otouto? Tell Aniki," I coax, pressing a kiss to his temple and rubbing my fingers gently against his hips.

His eyelids flutter and he presses his cheek to my chest as he says, "I want Aniki to sleep with me."

The tone of his voice is so quiet and shaky that it sounds like he's about to cry. Like he believes with all of his heart that I'll deny him such a thing.

My Otouto is so gentle-hearted that way.

"How about we sleep together and cuddle just like we're doing now, and you can rest your head on my chest and listen to my heartbeat while you sleep? How does that sound?"

He nods slightly against my chest. "Okay."

"My adorable Otouto," I acknowledge, craning my head slightly to kiss his soft cheek.

I wash him up in the shower. It's not the first time I'm doing this for him, but it is the first time he has refused to let me go for even a second. I find it odd, but not enough to force an answer out of him, especially not right after our intimacy. He needs rest and he needs to know I'm never abandoning him no matter what.

"All done, my little Sasuke," I tell him after I've washed the two of us.

He nods against me, but continues to cling onto me. It gets a little difficult when I attempt to dry us off, but I make do. It's not until I'm ready to dress the both of us that it becomes impossible to do so with our positions. After a few minutes of trying, I realize it isn't going to happen anytime soon.

"Otouto, is there anything you want to tell Aniki?" I eventually ask.

We're still in the bathroom, and I've managed to sit him on the counter once again and gently pry his hands from my waist. He protests and looks up from the floor as I do so, and I can see the tears swimming in his eyes, but I weave my fingers through his and clasp tightly onto them in an apology. He settles down a bit, but he's still wearing the look firmly on his countenance.

He whimpers, but it's not the good kind. He sounds devastated, heart-broken almost.

"Do you… n-not want to kiss m-me anymore?" he whispers as a tear droplet falls from his blurry eyes onto our adjoined hands. He looks at me so lovingly, yet so dejectedly, that it breaks my heart.

"What do you mean, Otouto?"

"You– sniff, y-you stopped kissing m-me when we got out of b-bed," he cries. He presses his fingers to his lips, taking my hand with him as he does so. "Here," he sniffles violently. "You don't w-want me any– hic, anymore? You don't l-love me?"

I hear my heart shattering in my chest at his words. It's permanent. Somehow, his brain has made a permanent correlation between kisses on the lips and my love for him. He's telling me one cannot exist without the other as if it's an absolute fact. If I love him, I'll kiss him on his lips. If I didn't, that meant I no longer loved him.

My heart breaks. How is it that my Otouto came upon that conclusion? Does he not know how much I love him? Does he not know I'd kill myself if he told me to do so? Does he not realize how much power he holds over me?

"How can I not want and love my beautiful, adorable, and sweet Otouto? I love you so much that it hurts my heart when I see you crying, my love. What did Aniki do to make you feel that way?" I ask softly as I collect his fragile body into my arms. He wraps his legs around my waist and digs his tear-stricken face into my neck.

I hoist him up and carry him to the bed as I whisper soothing words into his ears. "Shh… shhh, Aishiteru, watashi no kokoro. Aniki will always love you no matter what. If you want Aniki to kiss you, all you have to do is ask."

I place him down at the edge of the bed and kneel down. He continues to sob against my neck, and I feel emotion welling up inside of me.

"Look at me, Otouto," I gently coax. When Sasuke does, I continue. "I didn't kiss you right after because I wanted to treat you right, my love. Aftercare is very important especially after something so intimate, and I wanted to make sure I prioritized your needs, not mine. I needed to make sure you were okay, that you didn't feel overwhelmed, but I see now that wasn't what you needed the most."

Sasuke whimpers and shakes his head vehemently.

"I'm sorry, my sweet Otouto. I shouldn't have treated you so differently." I lean forward and peck his trembling lips. "Then, instead of cuddling to sleep, do you want to continue to kiss Aniki until you're ready to fall asleep in my arms?"

My Otouto nods his head quickly as he attempts to scrub away his glistening tears. I smile at him and help him brush away his remaining tears.

"Do you still love Aniki?" I ask afterward.

In less than a second, my little Sasuke tackles me onto the ground in a bear hug and, although his words are muffled against me, I can easily decipher them.

"I love Aniki the most. Only Aniki."

"I'm glad, Otouto," I respond warmly, tucking him closer to me as if I was shielding him from all the unpleasantness thrusted upon him by life.