Games

10 Years Later

“Aren’t you going to play with me, aniki?” I whisper seductively, grinding my erection in my brother’s ass.

“Now?” he asks skeptically, raising an eyebrow. I pretend to pout. “Don’t you want to play?”

“Want to...” my aniki trails off. “Always. Can? No.”

I pin Itachi to the wall quite easily.

“What’s going to stop me from taking you right now?” I murmur huskily.

“Absolutely nothing,” he says blandly. “except that I’m older and smarter and stronger than you are.”

“I’ll admit that you’re older. And you may be slightly smarter.” I smirk at him and grip his wrists tight. “But you’re NOT stronger.”

I push his legs apart and grind our hips together. “So? How do you propose to stop me, aniki?”

I don’t wait for answer. I cover his mouth with mine and press him harder into the wall, still grinding my dick into his. Itachi moans into the kiss. I’ve got him now. He’s already submitting and there’s no way I’ll let him escape. I rip off his shirt, then mine, continuing to kiss him. I push my tongue into his mouth and battle for dominance with his. The feeling of my bare chest against his is heaven, but not enough. I know of higher heaven. I yank his pants down to his ankles and roughly suck his cock.

“Ahhh-unnn.” he groans loudly.

“Sasuke...don’t...stop...that.” he pants.

I can’t tell if he just told me to stop or he just told me not to stop. Regardless, I suck harder, throughly enjoying the loud moans coming from his lips. His hips buck restlessly as he practically begs for more. I suck fiercely, almost painfully, reaching up to fondle and gently squeeze his balls.

“Sasuke.” he moans, stroking my black spikes. “My sweet Sasuke.”

I moan low in my throat. Yes, yes, I want to be yours. Your sweet Sasuke. I want to be that for you, Aniki.

He moans my name twice more before ejaculating in my mouth. I swallow greedily, even going so far to lick his cock clean. Delicious.

He drops to his knees and pushes me down, pulling my pants off. Immediately he latches onto my erection, sucking and licking hungrily. I stoke his long black hair, my fingers running through the soft silky strands. One of his hands trails down to his ass and I watch him slid a finger into himself. I moan quietly.

It was so erotic, and I know he’s just teasing me, but I can’t help but feel my shaft pulse with need and jealousy. I should be doing that. I should be giving him that kind of pleasure. I growl. I can’t take my eyes off the sight. I push his mouth away and he stops all movement.

“Touch yourself.” I command hoarsely. He smirks arrogantly and spreads his legs so I can see.

He moans loudly and continues his earlier movements.

“Sasuke!” he cries, watching me with half-lidded eyes. That bastard. He pushes two fingers into himself and rocks his hips, still calling my name. He’s got no shame at all. Son of a bitch is just trying to get me to lose control. Itachi is not embarrassed by this show one bit. He’ll be feeling embarrassed soon enough though.

“Stop.” I bite the word out.

“Get on all fours.” I must sound snappish, but he looks so damn amused, it drives me crazy. I’m going to torture him. He thinks I’m just going to fuck him, but I’ll do worse than that. I’ll have some fun first. I massage his ass. I can practically FEEL his anticipation. Holding his hips still, I lick his entrance, swirling my tongue just on the inside.

I smile as my aniki gasps loudly. “What the hell are you doing?!”

He wriggles and squirms as I continue my project. “Otouto, you--!”

I ignore him. His cries are unimportant. I continue to lick, lapping and swirling teasingly with my tongue.

“Otouto!” he moans. He is embarrassed now. But he likes it. His cheeks are cherry red and he pants loudly. He’s so cute. He gasps in a constant rhythm of babble that’s somewhere between protest and pleasure. I’ve never played this game, but I kinda like it and he clearly does too.

“O-otouto!” he huffs.

I can’t take the sound any longer. My control breaks and I slam straight into my older brother’s ass, reveling in the long scream of delight that comes from Itachi’s lungs. He moans shamelessly every time I hit his prostate. That’s what I love about my brother. He’s completely unabashed.

“Unnn, harder,” he groans “do it harder, otouto.”

I take myself out, then pound back in; directly into the spot that makes my beloved brother scream.

“OTOUTO!!” Itachi screams, arching his back in euphoria.

I pinch his nipple teasingly and whisper in his ear. “Like that Aniki?”

“Yes, yes, ahh, yes.” my brother hugs the wall and hoarsely groans encouragement.

I am not very gentle, but Itachi never asked for gentle. I roughly pull him onto my lap, still thrusting with maddening force. He twists his head and kisses me, being just as rough as I am. Another thing I love about my brother. He matches me stroke for stroke, bite for bite and kiss for kiss.

He bites on my lower lip, telling me speechlessly he wants it as fast and hard as I can give it. I growl and push him back onto his hands and knees, pounding into him at a speed and force that makes him start huffing again.

“O-tou-to.” He barely manages to choke it out.

“Shit.” I gasp, groaning. I’m starting to see stars. I can’t focus correctly anymore and his pants and moans make me want to go even faster. I hold his hips in a bruising that I’m sure will leave marks later, thrusting as hard as I can.

“Oniisan!” I moan, long unable to feel any shame for it as I come. “Itachi!!”

Itachi let go of a long moan he must’ve been holding a long time. It sounds like ‘Sasuke!’

A/N: *shifty eyes* I think I need to take a break and....go to the bathroom. Yeah, that's right. The bathroom.

~ The only difference between top and bottom is the grip.