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Sexsomnia
By: HELL JASHIN
ICHI:
"Please stop this, Aniki," Sasuke pleaded in a quiet whisper. "I don't know how much more of this my heart can take."
Despite his pleas, his body arched into Itachi's sweet caresses and his dull, blunt nails dug into his Aniki's naked back. They raked up and down, forgetting to be gentle at first, before Sasuke caught himself and did his best not to leave marks. It would be hard to answer his Aniki if he got up the next morning, saw claw marks all over his back, and asked Sasuke about them.
Half-glazed eyes bore down on him, refusing to allow Sasuke to turn away. They were eerily focused, yet unfocused simultaneously, and each time Itachi's breath flourished along Sasuke's lips, his low grunts echoed in the boy's ears. His long, silky tresses and bangs fanned around them like a curtain as he hovered above and thrusted relentlessly into the boy's hole.
"So pretty," Itachi mumbled, the sleep-induced haze causing those words to fall precariously. He bent down to capture Sasuke's lips in a demanding kiss, which made Sasuke flush even more. When his Aniki pulled back, a small, dazed smile lingered on his wet, bruised lips. "My baby…. so pretty," were the words he delivered.
Sasuke had never felt his face catch on fire so quickly in his entire life, a muffled whimper escaping his own lips when Itachi dug his face into his neck and began sucking along various parts of his collarbone and shoulders. Below their hips, Itachi's thick, heavy cock breached his entrance without hesitation, inviting an endless stream of squelching noises to vibrate throughout the entire house.
"A-Aniki," Sasuke sobbed, hips lifting up and grinding to match Itachi's pace. "W-Why are you s-stretching me out so m-much?"
Itachi momentarily detached himself from the dark purple blotch he made on Sasuke's collarbone to look at him, head tilted as if his brain was trying to register what he was saying, but didn't have the capacity to do so. "No, A-Aniki. Don't stop fucking m-me. Give me more. S-Squirt it all inside me."
His Aniki was definitely a machine. Sasuke's stomach was so full of Itachi's seed from the last three rounds that his hole was drenched inside and out and the mattress below him was suspiciously damp.
Sasuke wished he could be embarrassed about the words that flew out of his mouth like vomit, but knowing that his Aniki wasn't coherent to register the meaning made it easier. The boy felt guilty. He truly did. For taking advantage of his lovely, kind Aniki in such an exploitative way, but to be fair, this was all Itachi's fault. Not his.
He was simply a victim in it all. A willing, greedy victim who took what he could get, took what was given to him. He was a savage who bent to the will of temptation and greed. Every time he took one look at his naked Aniki, standing there at his door pleading quietly with his eyes like a lost puppy, it was beyond enough for Sasuke to utter a "yes" instead of a "no." In fact, he couldn't say no. It was impossible.
The emotions that festered within wrapped around his heart like a murderous hand to the throat, squeezing for dear life, demanding to be fed, demanding for attention like a drug addict on the prowl for his poison. Anything to quell the depravity within.
He supposed he should rewind back to how he found himself in this compromising position with his Aniki almost on a nightly basis.
It began three weeks ago:
"Aniki, you're home so late," Sasuke said when he greeted Itachi at the door, concern etched in his countenance.
The man had barely begun pulling his key out of the keyhole when he uttered those words, and his tired, dull eyes flickered in the dark to acknowledge Sasuke as if he hadn't realized he was standing in the foyer.
"My dear Otouto."
Sasuke received a pat on his head.
"What are you still doing up?" Itachi asked as he set his laptop bag down and removed his shoes.
Sasuke growled. "What are you still doing out?" It wasn't as if he was trying to be his brother's keeper, but someone had to be. Since months ago, Itachi had started coming home progressively later than usual and today was probably the worst out of all those times. A single glance at the clock hanging in the living room confirmed just that: 2:17AM, it read.
"Why didn't you answer any of my calls? It's not that hard to tell me that you're going to be home late, you know." Sasuke scowled openly at Itachi, yet his actions communicated differently. He hefted the man's bag over his shoulder and helped carry it over to the couch, where he set it down against the armrest. As he bent over to turn on the lamp, he could hear his Aniki's footsteps pad lightly behind him.
"Thirty-page thesis papers don't write themselves, Otouto," Itachi commented as he sat down on the couch with more of a slouch than usual.
Sasuke frowned. "You don't look so well. "
Without thinking, Sasuke's palm reached out to smooth his Aniki's bangs backwards and away from his face and he pressed a warm kiss to Itachi's forehead. He felt a tiny jolt underneath his touch. No doubt his gesture startled the man. In fact, it startled Sasuke, too, as he let go and sat down next to Itachi on the sofa.
"Aren't you a sweetie?" Itachi murmured, a lilt in his voice that awashed some of the exhaustion. A pretty, little smirk painted his lips. "You used to give me little kisses when you were a baby, too. Every time you thought I was sad or sick. I certainly do miss those days."
Sasuke felt his face ignite instantly, redness burning its way to his ears. He looked away, heart hammering mercilessly against his chest. He wanted to rub his face with his palms, possibly cover up the emotions painted across it, but he couldn't be too obvious about it.
Ugh. Why was his Aniki so fucking hot? Did he even know how fucking ridiculously sexy he was, sitting there on the couch looking like he was posing for the cover of Vogue magazine? It was already hard enough to have a conversation with the man while staring at his unbelievably attractive face, and now his Aniki wanted to tease him with that devilish grin on his face? Sasuke needed to douse himself in ice water or something before he was burned alive.
He cleared his throat and attempted to ignore the butterflies in his stomach. "Have you been eating?"
"Of course."
"I meant real food, not sweets."
"..."
The 17-year-old sighed, impatience filling that singular sound. "School isn't as important as your health, Aniki. Why can't you come home earlier and just do the work here? You can use my desk and chair if you don't like yours. If you're at home, at least I can take care of you and feed you."
The smirk on Itachi's face grew wider.
Uh-oh. What blasphemous thing was Itachi going to say now?
"Have I missed the memo, my dear Sasuke?"
"What?" Sasuke asked, confused.
"Have we gotten married recently? Are you my wife now, Otouto?"
Sasuke's jaw dropped open and he sputtered. Unbelievably embarrassing on his part. "What?" he nearly shrieked. The boy shoved a hand against his Aniki's shoulder, noticing the pool of amusement that swam in Itachi's eyes. "Don't be an ass, Aniki. I'm being serious here."
"Mm." Itachi continued to stare at Sasuke with those gleaming, mirthful eyes.
The heat on his cheeks wasn't retreating anytime soon, so Sasuke gave up trying to get his nerves to calm down. "Can you come home earlier? Please? So that, at the very least, you can eat a decent meal," he said. "And by earlier, I mean by dinnertime. Don't bullshit me about our difference regarding what 'early' means. If I don't specify, you'd probably come home at midnight and consider that early."
"Did you miss me that much, Otouto?" his Aniki asked shamelessly, tilting his head. His tone never lost its teasing edge and, if possible, his eyes were now dripping more with unhinged amusement.
Oh. My. God.
This time Sasuke did shriek and quite inelegantly at that. He didn't know whether to be flustered or frustrated. "You are such a pain to talk to! Oh my God." Sasuke stood up abruptly, intent on stomping back to his room, but the hem of his shirt was grasped before he could take one step.
He looked over his shoulder with a glower, but stopped short when his Aniki gave him a smile. A small, tired one at that, but the butterflies returned, and the look on his face morphed into something less aggravated.
"I'll come home earlier, Otouto," Itachi said.
"By dinnertime," Sasuke emphasized.
"By dinnertime," his Aniki confirmed.
"Okay then."
Sasuke thought the conversation was over when Itachi let go of his shirt, but the man called out to him once more. The boy turned fully around and fixed a questioning gaze on his Aniki. "What is it?"
"You forgot to kiss my forehead again," Itachi said, pointing to the place Sasuke last kissed. "Look at my face. Don't I look sad like a lost puppy? Doesn't that warrant a kiss?"
The incredulous look that took over Sasuke's face was no joke. Sad? Lost puppy?
Absurd was more like it. The sad puppy dog eyes were clearly a ruse, manufactured with very few acting skills to even pass for sad. Rather, his Aniki looked terribly entertained as he leaned forward and offered his forehead to Sasuke.
"You're not funny, 'Tachi," Sasuke deadpanned.
His Aniki truly had poor taste in jokes.
After Sasuke finally made it upstairs and away from the suffocating, huge presence that was his Aniki, he shut his bedroom door quietly. There was no lock on his door, never had been, so the only reason he lingered at his door was to listen to Itachi's quiet footsteps make their way into his own room and shut the door. When he was sure his Aniki was safely inside, Sasuke climbed into his own bed and was out like a light.
At some point in the night, not long after he fell asleep (it must not have been long because it felt like he'd only rested for minutes), he came back to the world of the living when he heard the sound of his door creaking open before a small thud indicated it was closed. Sasuke buried himself deeper into his pillow, ignoring his imagination, as his eyelids grew heavier and heavier.
However, the shuffling by his door didn't stop. It was to a degree that it convinced Sasuke that it wasn't a figment of his imagination or part of his dream, and he rolled around on his other side toward the noise. His eyelids blinked repeatedly, drowsy from sleep, before his eyes focused in the direction of his door.
A dark silhouette stood rooted there, and the only reason Sasuke didn't panic and lose his shit was because he could make out the shape of Itachi's body. There was no universe he'd live in where he'd mistaken the presence of his Aniki.
"Aniki?" Sasuke mumbled, rubbing his eyes as he slowly sat up.
The silhouette took a step forward and morphed into a solid human being. The rays of dull moonlight that shone through the curtains made sure of that. His Aniki had changed into a soft, silken kimono for bed, one that was burgundy in color and shiny due to its material.
Aside from the few steps forward, Itachi had remained remarkably still a few feet from Sasuke's bed. Sasuke's eyes shot up to find his Aniki's, making contact with glassy, unfocused eyes. Somehow, it reminded Sasuke of a shell of a human with its soul sucked out. The boy sat a little straighter, allowing his legs to dangle over the bed and feet to touch the floor.
"'Tachi?" he repeated when the man simply stared at him. "What is it?"
A pained sound, so raw and unfiltered, echoed in the room, muffled inside Itachi's throat, and it caused Sasuke's heart to throb. Immediately, he found himself on his feet and in front of his Aniki, concern written all over his face as his eyes darted around to figure out what caused such a choked sob. "What's wrong, Aniki?" he asked, sleepiness dissolving from his countenance.
The same sad puppy dog eyes reemerged, painted thickly on his Aniki's face as he stared at Sasuke. The boy's breath hitched in his throat when he caught sight of it. The boy's gut told him that it was definitely not an act this time. His Aniki looked genuinely sad, nothing like the teasing eyes of the man he spoke to in the living room earlier that night. Itachi looked like a tortured soul reaching out for help, and Sasuke felt helpless because he didn't know what was wrong.
Sasuke cupped Itachi's cheek in his palm, pressing himself onto his tippy toes so that he didn't have to crane his neck to look at the man. "What is it?" he whispered worriedly. "Tell me what's wrong, Aniki."
Suddenly, arms lashed out in his direction and jerked his body toward Itachi's, forcing the boy flat against the expanse of the man's front. That was when Sasuke felt something big and heavy dig into his pelvis. An unintentional moan crept out of his mouth like an ungodly slut. That was followed by massive, unrestricted astonishment, manifesting in the form of enlarged eyes and weak panting.
"W-What…?"
He pulled back as much as the man would allow and his eyes flickered down between their squished bodies, and, in the dimly lit room filled with silence and the trepidation swelling in Sasuke's entire being, he saw something that made his heart lurch into his throat.
A beautiful, circular stain about the size of his thumb seeped through his Aniki's thin robe. It was so dark in nature and large enough that it was noticeable. Suddenly, the arms around Sasuke's body disappeared and Sasuke immediately took a step back.
Then, Sasuke saw a world full of colors as if he was on meth when Itachi began to disrobe in front of him. Sasuke bit his bottom lip so hard that he tasted iron. His motions were slow, steady, and seductive, yet they were almost mechanical.
"T-This… this isn't funny, Aniki," Sasuke whimpered. His words were quiet, small, and shaky at best. His Aniki had yet to utter a single word and that had not changed.
Sasuke couldn't help the trembling, breathy moan that was trapped inside his throat when the burgundy robe slid off Itachi's shoulders and dropped to the ground silently. One look at Itachi, and Sasuke was so hard that it hurt.
Another whimper forced its way out, and the boy was so sure that he could cum just by looking at his Aniki, because his Aniki was so incredibly delectable. Sasuke's eyes feasted with greedy fervor, and a small part of him was surprised that the man didn't tease him for his overt sexual interest and response to such a seductive display.
Toned muscles protruded throughout Itachi's entire body, the definition in the lines evident even in the dim room. Sasuke's eyes roamed free from the broad shoulders to the large biceps, from the defined chest and ribbed six-pack to the thick quads that splayed in an alpha-male fashion. But of course, the part of his Aniki's body that warranted his undivided attention was the thick-veined, sturdy cock that jutted out between the man's thighs, looking juicer and more edible by each passing millisecond.
Sasuke swallowed so hard that his throat hurt. His Aniki's cock twitched relentlessly between his powerful thighs, causing it to sway and capture Sasuke's undivided attention. The head was dome-shaped, reminding the boy of the tip of a whole, white mushroom: round, blunt, and smooth. So much blood had filtered into the appendage that it appeared to have emotions of its own, causing it to appear reddened with anger while growing merciless in size. It was long, it was thick, and it was hefty.
Dead center, where it was the most aggressive, his Aniki's cock dripped gleefully, a long, sticky strand of precum flowing like a mini waterfall before him. It dangled around, mocking Sasuke.
Sasuke swallowed the saliva that had accumulated in his mouth, feeling it go down his parched throat. At this point, even his t-shirt was unable to hide his excitement, which showed through the briefs he wore to bed.
"A-Aniki… w-why are you h-here? If this is another j-joke, it isn't funny," he managed to say. He finally tore his eyes away from Itachi's pelvic region, meeting the same pitiful puppy dog look that he was initially greeted with.
The glazed-over expression in his Aniki's eyes did not change as he stepped toward Sasuke's direction. Immediately, Sasuke took a step back, and that was when they began the dance: Sasuke maximizing the space between them while Itachi sought to destroy his efforts by doing the opposite.
The boy realized it was futile when the back of his knees hit his bed and he lost his balance, falling backward onto his mattress with a yelp. He scrambled to get up, but it was too late. His Aniki's body filled his vision above him, palms flat against either side of his head, causing Sasuke to hyperventilate. "What are you doing?!" he cried, fingers digging into the blankets underneath his body.
His response was a timely nudge against his nape, almost as if his Aniki was comforting him, and pressure against his groin. A sinfully orgasmic groan echoed in Sasuke's ear, shutting him up instantly. Sasuke's eyes squeezed tightly shut and his breathing grew ragged. His hips squirmed against the mattress, unintentionally brushing up against Itachi's.
His eyes didn't remain shut for long. They lurched open when Sasuke felt a large, warm palm lingering very closely to his groin, touching but not accessing, as if his Aniki was silently asking for his permission. Over the cacophonous sound of his heartbeat, the boy swallowed thickly and whimpered.
"P-please… please don't r-regret this, A-Aniki," he choked out. Sasuke legs parted a few inches more, and then he was wrapping them around Itachi's naked hips, effectively grinding their erections together.
An unbelievably erotic groan left Itachi's lips and was drowned out by Sasuke's moan. The instantaneous pleasure that flooded his body, coupled with the lips that attached themselves to the base of his nape, made the boy grow weak.
"Ngh, a-ah, Aniki!"
The suction against his neck was unrelenting. Hot. Wet.
But above all else, it was desperate. Ridiculously so.
Sasuke went from zero to one hundred so fast that it made him delirious. His hips jerked uncontrollably, gyrating upward and in circles, as they chased after the pleasure of having something he could only deny himself for years.
"Ungh, you feel so good, 'Tachi," Sasuke whined, elation filling his chest when those powerful hips slammed down on him. They hammered against his groin with vigor and need, lacking the courtesy of being gentle, and that simply made the boy drown more in lust. "M-more," he demanded. "More, Aniki. Make me yours."
When those words left his being, Sasuke's t-shirt was torn off his body. Literally. His Aniki had ripped his shirt straight down the center from collar to hem before he grasped at the tattered cloth with one hand and pulled it clean off. His briefs followed, dragged from his hips to his ankles without mercy before they were tossed to the ground. Sasuke stared, wide-eyed, at the man who resumed his position above him, their bodies now without any barriers.
At that point in time, Sasuke couldn't help himself. He reached down between their bodies and wrapped a trembling hand around his Aniki's erection, and, when he did so, a slutty moan tore out of his mouth. "Holy fuck," the boy groaned, eyes rolling into the back of his head.
His fingers couldn't curl completely around it, leaving a space of approximately three-quarters of an inch between where his fingertips should have touched his thumb. Sasuke felt his Aniki thrust into his grip as soon as it was on him, a sex-starved look in his eyes as he stared down at him in a daze. A wet sensation immediately coated his palm, and Sasuke realized that Itachi had yet to stop leaking precum.
"Are you this wet because of me?" he murmured, amazed. The man's erection was incredibly slick, coated in his own juices despite not having ejaculated yet, and it was searing hot in Sasuke's palm.
Sasuke received a whine in return for his efforts and, next thing he knew, a pair of lips attached to his, engaging him in a kiss that would make the gods blush. He couldn't help but release his Aniki at that moment and wrap his arms around the man's neck to deepen the kiss, the addicting taste filtering into his mouth and imprisoning him forever. The boy groaned against Itachi's lips, allowing his beloved Aniki to ravish his mouth with his dominating tongue.
When they tore apart to catch a breath, Sasuke was rolled over onto his stomach and dragged to his knees. Itachi, apparently, did not have the patience to play with his front for very long, delving straight into his backside like an uncultured fiend.
"Aaah, fuck," Sasuke groaned, fingers balled into fists against the mattress when he felt a hot breath flourish against his hole. "You're going to eat my ass, Aniki?" he groaned as his cheeks were pulled wider apart.
He could feel his sphincter twitching impatiently, making him appear hungry and needy, but Sasuke was beyond the point of caring how he looked. "D-Do it," he said, hips pressing back against Itachi's face. "Taste me, Ani- ungh, fuck."
The seventeen-year-old was interrupted mid-statement by a tongue that shoved its way inside his tight, little hole. No warning. No light rimming to begin the process. Simply dirty, filthy thrusting of an insistent tongue inside his dirtiest, yet most innocent place.
Sasuke's body arched and his hips pressed back uncontrollably against his Aniki's persistent tongue. The fingers gripping his ass cheeks tightened, and Sasuke could feel nails digging into his pale flesh, but he didn't give a flying fuck. All he knew was that his Aniki's mouth, Itachi's mouth, was eating his ass like it was the tastiest dessert on the planet.
Between his parted knees, his dick bobbed in all directions as he moved back against his Aniki. While leaving one hand an arm on the mattress to keep himself upright, Sasuke reached his right hand out to pump at his erection, sobbing in ecstasy as he felt his Aniki dig deeper inside him with his wet tongue.
A series of growls echoed behind Sasuke's body, so raw and inhuman that the boy could have easily believed that an animal was behind him. Moan after moan fell from his lips, and two minutes after Sasuke touched his dick, he came from getting his ass eaten out by his Aniki.
His piercing cry befell Itachi's ears, and the tongue inside him stilled right after as if eager to feel the remaining pulsing inside of Sasuke against it. A few seconds later, it pulled out and Sasuke felt a finger nudging his entrance before it pushed inside him with little hesitation. It pushed against the pressure that enveloped it until it was knuckles deep inside and, with hardly any wait time, Itachi jerked his finger out and slammed it back inside.
"Nngh, 'T-Tachi. Tachi. Agh, fuck," Sasuke whimpered. It didn't matter that he'd wet the bed once with his cum or that he felt sticky between his thighs. Sasuke rutted back against Itachi's finger like an omega in heat, not bothering to suppress the volume of his moans or taper back on his choice of words.
A second finger found its way inside him, causing the boy to wince, but not once did his hips stop moving. He wanted it. He wanted this too much to stop. He needed it, and he wouldn't let a twinge of pain get in his way.
He could feel how squished together his Aniki's two fingers were inside of him, because, when they began to scissor inside to widen up his entrance, it hardly gave way during the first few attempts.
Suddenly, the weight on the bed was gone and Sasuke immediately panicked. His face, which he had squished against the bedspread, jerked up and looked over his shoulder, attempting to locate his Aniki, dread filling his chest like water to his lungs.
This wasn't it, was it? Itachi wasn't going to leave him like this just because his hole was currently too tight to fit his cock, was he? Sasuke released a miserable whimper, and he dug two of his own dry fingers into his hole out of desperation. The boy's eyes closed tightly. Aside from the lube that was Itachi's spit, it was incredibly dry and burned quite a bit, but Sasuke didn't care as he began to scissor. He'd make it soft enough to accept his Aniki inside. He wouldn't let something so trivial be the reason his Aniki refused to fuck him.
Sasuke didn't realize what he was doing and how much it had hurt until his fingers were gently pried from inside him, causing his eyes to snap open in surprise. "A-Aniki?" he whispered. "You're still here…."
As if the man was attempting to soothe him, Sasuke felt the same warm tongue against his entrance. This time, Itachi tasted the outside slowly and, when he dipped into the center, his tongue wasn't as persistent as before. It was almost soft and, dare he say, loving.
"I'm sorry…" Sasuke whimpered, hiding his crying face into his pillow. Perhaps, at that point in time, the boy was too emotional and inexperienced to question why his Aniki chose not to use his words to talk to him, but very soon he'd find out why.
He felt kisses being placed along the globes of his cheeks and soothing palms rub over the sides of his thighs. It reminded him of one of the reasons he loved Itachi so much: his gentle nature, his ability to soothe Sasuke when he was having a bad day, and his calming presence.
When the palms left his thighs, Sasuke felt something wet and cold being slathered against his entrance. At that moment, he realized that his Aniki had gotten out of bed in search of lube, not because Sasuke was physically unfit to be his lover.
When the two fingers reinterred his hole this time, it didn't hurt at all. In fact, Sasuke's entire body jerked against the bedspread when they dug deep inside, a muffled scream leaving his lips. After that, his Aniki seemed to hit that spot religiously as he stretched him out. Even when Itachi inserted a third finger, he continued to curl them against that very spot as if abusing it for his own personal gain.
"Aniki, Aniki… n-no… ugh," Sasuke begged, fingers and toes curling as he felt something build inside him. Wet squelching noises reverberated from his hole, and the boy was sure that he looked like a sopping mess back there. The pressure in his abdomen was so acute that it started feeling odd and uncomfortable, but the pleasure from behind was so great that Sasuke ignored it. "No m-more, Aniki. No more," Sasuke cried, reaching a hand back to grasp onto Itachi's wrist to still his movements.
As if Itachi understood, he withdrew his fingers, poured more lube on them, and lathered his weeping cock up with it. When Sasuke looked over his shoulder again at the man, the glassy look was still covering his Aniki's eyes, but his cheeks were a shade of pink and his breathing was ragged.
"Take it, Aniki," he whispered, eyes set on the man. "Take my virginity, 'Tachi. Even if you don't fit, I want you all the way inside of me."
As if to emphasize his point, Sasuke pushed off the mattress until he was only on his knees and reached his hand back to grasp onto the man's hip to keep him still. He proceeded to bring his own hips back until he could feel the thick, wet head press against his ass.
His Aniki watched in a daze as Sasuke turned his chin and placed a kiss on his lips. With a sensual aura that only he possessed, the boy grinded against his Aniki's erection, forcing it between his cheeks to press snugly against his twitching, tiny hole.
"'Tachi, fuck me," Sasuke begged, his voice dripping with need. "Please. I can't take it anymore…. Don't leave me like this." His ass continued to press insistently against the wide, thick head, and his pleas were answered when his Aniki gripped onto his wrists from behind, locked his hips, and slammed forward mercilessly
When he was filled to the brim with a single powerful thrust, so rough and aggressive that it left him aching yet somehow awakening his avarice for more, a choked, guttural scream ripped out of Sasuke's mouth, causing his throat to hurt instantly. Honestly, when he gave his Aniki permission to tear all the way inside of him, the man really took it to heart. The boy's body jerked forward, but was held upright by Itachi who had both palms now wrapped around his waist, joining together against his lower abdomen.
A choked sob followed his wail, a burning sensation emitting from inside of his ass. Beads of sweat trickled down the sides of his face, and the boy's body fell back to lean against Itachi's. "S-Shit, he muttered, a sense of fulfillment attached to that word despite the amount of pain he was in. He was sure they had prepared him with copious amounts and stretched out his opening to an acceptable degree, but god, he felt like he was going to burst because Itachi was so wide in girth and the length of his cock dug into places that weren't supposed to be dug into.
His Aniki's mouth was back on his shoulders, biting the skin between his teeth and sucking harshly. With each location that he treated like that, he left a kiss behind thereafter the fact as if apologizing for his rough treatment.
The cock inside him remained still as the man gave his full attention to Sasuke's nape, littering it with so many bites and hickeys that Sasuke lost count of how many. As the pain began to subside into a dull ache, the boy's hand moved from gripping onto the sides of Itachi's thighs to his forearms against his midsection.
That was when Sasuke noticed the protuberance just below his belly button, and the reality of it all hit so hard that he wanted to fanboy scream to himself.
His Aniki was inside him. Deep, deep inside him to a degree that he could see his cock take form along his lower abdomen where his intestines were. An odd feeling of warmth and satisfaction filled Sasuke's being.
Sasuke shifted his hips and exhaled sharply when the huge intrusion brushed against his walls in a way that made him shudder uncontrollably. He attempted to recreate that sensation, but fell short with Itachi's arms locked around him.
"Aniki," he whined, grinding as best as he could against the man. The sucking motions against the back of his neck paused, and then, the boy was being manhandled onto the bed, guided onto his hands and knees with the base of Itachi's cock still firmly plastered against his ass cheeks. "Fuck me, 'Tachi," Sasuke panted, moving his hips greedily behind him. He successfully maneuvered in a way that forced a quarter of his Aniki's cock out of his hole before he shoved it back inside him with a desperate jerk of his hips. "T-Take it," he begged, so distressed that tears burned against his eyeballs. "My virginity is yours. It always has been."
An animalistic noise that was not his own echoed in the room, piercing the boy to the core. His hips were grasped onto very tightly, so tightly Sasuke was sure they'd bruise, and he was forced to stop.
"Mine," the menacing growl warned. Simultaneously, Itachi shoved his hips against Sasuke's hole as if illustrating his point. And that was the moment Sasuke understood something about Itachi, and found out something new about the man.
His Aniki did the fucking in the bedroom, not the other way around.
"Yes," he murmured, his ass pulsing around Itachi's swollen erection. Sasuke tightened his ass and released, tightened and released, repeating his own version of kegel exercises until another growl bounced against his eardrums, but he didn't stop. He massaged the cock inside him, savoring the taste of it, the size, the girth, the shape, the heft. "Do it, Aniki…. Make me yours."
He wasn't ready for the blinding pleasure that ransacked his body upon the first thrust, and a filthy, pornographic moan befell the both of them. It must have encouraged his Aniki to fuck him faster and harder because the hips behind him began to grow frantic in speed and uncontrollable jerking motions, stuffing his hole so thoroughly that Sasuke could feel the sensations reach his boy thrashed and he screamed, echoes of his continuous whimpers filling his bedroom.
"Take it. Take it." That was the repeated phrase, one that stuck to him from Sasuke's previous choice of words. Like a crazy person on the street ranting about unintelligible stuff, the statement was repeated so many times that it made the boy's brain grow hazy, conditioning him to spread himself out further to receive his Aniki.
After doing so, though, Sasuke's knees shook so much that his upper body collapsed onto the bed, too weak to hold him up. His fingers twisted unceasingly against the sheets and he could only see blinding white light in his vision as immense pleasure, so intense that it drove him insane, battered his body.
His cries were muffled against the bedspread, but they were still loud in nature, but despite such, he could clearly hear his Aniki's groans from behind him, so raw and filled with lust that it made Sasuke feel incredible elation.
This was his doing. His Aniki was releasing those sounds because of Sasuke. His Aniki liked being inside of his hole. His Aniki felt good because of Sasuke's tight, wet hole clinging onto his cock like a vice, refusing to let go as he drew out and shoved back inside.
His Aniki.
That's what it ultimately fell to. That's where Sasuke's elation stemmed from.
Suddenly, he was empty inside and his gaze, once again, jerked back to find Itachi. When he laid eyes on him, Sasuke gasped. The man's chest was covered in a light sheen of sweat and rising and falling at a faster rate. His animalistic cock looked even more swollen now, falling into the range between red and purple. However, aside from the redness in his cheeks and his groans, Itachi's face was still oddly blank. It made Sasuke feel funny, bothered him to a degree he could not explain at that moment, but he didn't have time to think about it.
He was flipped over onto his back and his thighs were spread open by two persistent hands, which pressed against the back of his thighs, bending them closer to Sasuke's chest, but keeping them agape.
The boy felt a trickle of sticky wetness smear against his right thigh and he reached a finger down to swipe at the strand of precum dripping from his Aniki's cock, glazing his finger with him. Without a second thought, he brought the entire finger into his mouth and licked it clean, an inhuman sound escaping his vocals. Gratification filled his being and his eyes shut momentarily as they rolled into the back of his head.
When his sight returned, the boy noticed that Itachi was staring between his legs. Unequivocally, he knew that the man's gaze was rooted on his entrance, taking it in for what felt like a millennial. The boy covered his eyes with his palms, embarrassment filling his face in the form of a darker blush, as if his previous little stunt wasn't perverted enough. "A-Aniki," he whispered, eyes peeking out between his fingers. "Stop staring at me like that."
Sasuke was sure that his groin was embarrassingly wet, a combination of his cum, his Aniki's dripping precum, and the lube. It probably looked like a swollen mess back there, and the last thing he wanted Itachi to do was stare at it.
"Pretty," came the unwarranted comment, delivered in a soft growl.
Sasuke whimpered, even more red now from such a description. He arched his back when he felt the blunt head against his entrance right after, and, just like before, his ass swallowed his Aniki whole without a single pause. The difference this time was that immediate bliss enveloped his body, numbing his rationale and thoughts.
The heavy, thick erection pulsed inside him with each thrust, hungering to sink deeper and deeper into him with little forethought. And his Aniki could do that now because Sasuke had grown soft inside from being stretched so wide open. As he moaned nonstop and watched the slick cock that disappeared repeatedly between his parted thighs, Sasuke's arms reached out to wrap around his Aniki's neck, delighting in the way Itachi paused from the action and bent down to shower him with kisses.
When their mouths tore apart, Sasuke was sobbing from blinding pleasure, cum spraying all over his chest. His ass spasmed convulsively around his Aniki as he experienced what was easily the most profound release of his life, which left his pelvic region feeling tingly and weird, the ungodly pressure from before returning with a vengeance.
"Take it. Take it," Itachi continued to demand, adopting Sasuke's mantra like a self-help quote, digging his sweaty face into Sasuke's equally sweaty nape. He didn't care if the boy was already spent, didn't care that the boy's moans grew low and shaky, didn't care that Sasuke's body had no energy left, not even enough to keep his arms around his neck. His Aniki abused his hole with increasing desire, his harsh growls growing louder and more hoarse.
As he stared up at his Aniki turning his hole into a sloppy mess, ecstasy rose in Sasuke's chest like the crescendo in an orchestra until it was so severe that his eyes grew dazed, his mouth hung open, and saliva dripped down the sides of his mouth simply from being fucked by the man.
"Y-You make me feel so g-good," he slurred as his feet fell onto the mattress and his bent knees splayed open like an offering. " Give me your cum, 'Tachi…. G-God, I want your cum so badly inside me."
He reached down to the best of his ability and peeled his cheeks apart, waiting with rapt attention, as his Aniki pumped inside him a few more times before he settled his hips roughly against his ass, squishing Sasuke's fingers and his rumps against his powerful hips as he began to cum.
The boy released a throaty groan as thick, heavy strands of Itachi's seed began to coat his insides. He could feel the sting within, which gave him further affirmation of his Aniki giving him what he wanted. His eyes rolled into the back of his skull for what felt like the infinite time that night as moans dripped out in waves.
"So good. So fucking good. Cum in me more, Aniki. Give me m-more. God, it's so fucking warm, 'Tachi. I love it. I love it."
Itachi growled like an animal against him, smashing his hips insistently against his ass as if he was silently complaining about not being deep enough inside Sasuke. He jerked and gyrated, attempting to plug Sasuke more thoroughly than he already had. His head tossed back when he came, his long tresses dancing in the air while his bangs stuck to his sweaty face. His Aniki was so beautiful that Sasuke was enraptured at that moment. His breath was sucked from his lungs like he had forgotten how to breathe and his ass twitched violently around the massive intrusion as if confirming the beauty of the sight before him.
The reality was that Itachi had yet to stop spurting inside, which was apparent due to his continuous and insistent grinding against his backside as if he was still releasing. To Sasuke's delight, Itachi did not pull out of him even when he finally stopped moving. Instead, the man leaned down to seal a kiss over Sasuke's mouth, thrusting his tongue inside the boy's mouth gently and sweetly as if comforting him, as if apologizing for his rough treatment on his body.
Sasuke pulled his Aniki closer, ignoring the stickiness between their bodies, and returned the kiss with equal adoration and affection. His tongue prodded against Itachi's, entwining like a lovely dance.
Truly, this was his definition of Heaven. Being held by his beloved Aniki. Being wanted and loved by his Aniki. Being given his Aniki's precious juices. Being the recipient of his Aniki's sweet kisses.
Sasuke could die tomorrow, and he'd leave this world with a grin on his face.
