Thread: l l Â» l - - - U C H I H A C E S T; { MINA & MROW }

Was it just him or did Sasuke develop a natural knack for driving him insane ? His words were enough to erect his sore member in literally no time at all, and Itachi couldn't help but helplessly grind against the other's naked hip to satisfy his desperate need for immediate contact. Sex made him talk. Sex was talk for Itachi. The older Uchiha's throat rumbled with a predatory growl, his fingernails possessively digging into the other's waist in an effort to drag him closer if possible. He wanted to hear it louder. Sasuke's flattery was the only sound that successfully reached his ears and pleasured him nowadays, and Itachi sincerely felt as if his little brother would truly regret having aroused him this far ... Itachi was slightly convinced to keep his darling otoutou around just for the perks of having a fucktoy to screw at any time he wanted, but he would need a bit more of a persuasion for his decision to be absolute. Was this reality ? Where was the Sasuke who cursed at his very touch and protested at everything he tried doing unto his perfect body ? He loved this form of Sasuke as much as the little disobedient jerk he managed to tame a while back. He knew Sasuke was just another miniature version of him, but to have bent his pride in half and to keep him leashed like this really was a huge accomplishment. It took a bit of effort to keep him mewling like this, but in the end, Itachi decided that it was definitely worth the toil. Sasuke's voice was a mix of a dark whisper, sexy murmur, and an adorable whine. Every time Sasuke parted his lips to seduce him with a bit more of his experienced dirty-talk, Itachi found himself wishing that he wasn't so properly dressed for the occasion. His boxers were becoming a lot more uncomfortable now. In a few seconds, Itachi climbed over his little brother and hovered over his bare body, stamping his elbows down on the sheets under the other's arms and at his sides. His lips were wildly exploring the naked area, covering the old man's marks with light ones of his own, overlapping them with his own nips, kisses and suckles. Nnngh ... Do you deserve it, Sasuke ? he teased, gingerly taking the other's chin between his fingers to direct his gaze into his face, Have you been a good boy for me, otoutou ? Now, this was all light foreplay. He didn't mean anything suggestive, of course. Itachi wanted to fuck his little brother more than anything. He didn't care if he deserved it or not, goddamnit ! But why pass up the delight of letting the kid soak in his own guilt for a little bit ? He was top-naked, now, and his tank top was thrown off to the side somewhere. He smirked and scooped the other's lips against his own in a tender kiss, a snarl of sorts transferring through their locked mouths after his grope. Then, just as he was about to trail his kisses down further, his cellphone rang. Now, if he was some normal teenager, he wouldn't have given a rat's ass about incoming calls, but since he was a rather busy man, he was responsible for answering them. With a low grunt, he snatched the cellular device from the lamp counter and brought it to his cheek, muttering a low 'Itachi Uchiha speaking' into the phone. He sounded a bit husky, but he coughed to raise his voice an octave higher. When he recognized the shrill voice on the other end, his lips curled into a scowl. He was curling Sasuke's hair with his index finger under him, occasionally glancing down as if he really wanted to resume their little session. You should've told me so a bit earlier, you bitch. he growled, simultaneously stroking the other's cheek with the back of his middle digit. I'm busy. I'll get to it later. Shut up, you whore. Don't fucking order me around- I don't fucking care what he has to say- ... Godfuckingdamnit ! he yelled, throwing the disconnected phone over his shoulder. Women annoyed him to hell. With a dissatisfied grunt, he lifted his weight off of Sasuke and swung himself over the bed, bending over to the ground to pick up his discarded shirt. A report at midnight ?