Bunshin-san
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Naruto › Yaoi - Male/Male
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Adult ++
Chapters:
3
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Chapter 3
Hey, Peach here. Sorry for the delay. Muse starved and I had to buy a new one. Hope you enjoy the fruits of my criminally filthy mind. XX
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Chapter 3
Itachi was quickly approaching the point where rationality, along with the reason he started this experiment to begin with, was flying out of the proverbial window, and catching from the sight of his bunshin giving him a look of pure lust though dark lust-hazed eyes and with his hand lightly stroking the throbbing organ between his thighs from the corner of his eye, he decided for once, he didn't need sense.
He needed what he now realised his comrades needed all along. Release.
Keeping contact with his bunshin’s heated gaze, he moved to kneel down between his open thighs adding his own hand to the one stroking the now pinkish red shaft that evidently needed it as much as he did.
Itachi was by no means an expert in anal intercourse, nor was he in any form of sexual activity, but it didn’t take a genius to figure out that something big inside something small would result in some phenomenal counter-active pressures. Basic physics really. So he would need something to reduce said pressures, friction and…and…
Shit, he was losing his grip on his senses quickly, and he found it strangely relieving.
Eyeing the room he quickly found his target and retrieved from the bathroom-tidy a tub of Vaseline he often used on his bracer sores. His bunshin gave a dark chuckle as he spread his legs further, revealing to him his untouched pucker, quivering slightly from obvious anticipation. Itachi didn’t know he could be so…wanton.
Never breaking eye contact, Itachi leaned forward and once again entwined his tongue with his doppleganger’s, one hand still stroking his twitching girth, whilst running his lube covered fingers lightly over the rim of his entrance.
The resultant biting of his lip told him that he indeed liked that very much, but as much as he’d love to explore the possibilities, he needed to be inside the copy else he felt he’d explode.
Pressing the pad of one finger against the pucker he slowly let it take him in, and he heard his bunshin hiss as the foreign feeling stretched him into small amounts of discomfort. Pushing the finger in the whole way he concentrated his other hand on the tip of his weeping cock, caressing the head and slit and smearing large beads of precum to keep him distracted. When his body was once again clenching and loosening against his finger, he pulled it back and gave short shallow thrusts into the hole in time with this sinful thumb torturing the head of his shaft.
He smirked when his bunshin started to gyrate his hips to the rhythmic movements and decided to press another finger into his hole, stretching him further and earning another harsh hiss from his partner. Call him crazy for being turned on by the pain his own copy was going through, but he knew those noises we’re prelude to the sheer tight heat he would soon be buried in.
Pushing against the walls of his bunshin’s channel, he opened him up more and when his bunshin finally let his eyes flutter closed and gave an involuntary buck of his hips to the combined stimulation, Itachi removed it all at once, leaving his pending fuck toy groaning with disappointed need and breathless anticipation.
Grasping his own shaft he pumped it a few times, spreading more of the slick substance over his cock along with the gleaming trails of cum that had escaped during his preparation play. Looking at his bunshin he licked his lips. Call him narcissistic, but the sight of his body laying there with a hard flush on his cheeks, panting lightly, sweat glistening his sculpted body and cock and asshole quivering in need made him feel absolutely predatory.
“Bend over.” He commanded with a dark but slightly broken voice that betrayed his absolute need for this.
Still looking at him heatedly the bunshin licked his lips at the statement and complied, turning over bracing one hand on the steamy tiled walls and another on the shower rail, spreading his thighs and arching his back to present Itachi with his prize.
“I guess this is where I beg you to fuck me, Itachi-san.” The bunshin said with his own air of amused superiority, looking over his shoulder at his with his own lust reflected in his dark gorgeous eyes that bled to red as he turned back around, wanting to remember every detail of his experiment for later…reference.
Aligning his cock with his entrance, Itachi held the other man’s shoulder with one hand and his cock with the other, pressing the bulging head of his cock against the slightly open pucker and revelling in the deep exhalations of his copy. He let himself sink in slowly until the head had disappeared behind that tight ring of muscle, making small rocking movement to ease himself in further.
His bunshin was obviously uncomfortable, as he hissed and breathed harshly giving the occasional curse until he was buried near to the hilt and he stopped to let them both catch what remained of their composure.
Itachi had never felt anything like it. The vice-like grip around his cock and the soothing stimulating heat was pure ecstasy to feel, making him pulsate inside that incredible channel as if in mock of the way he wanted to cum inside it.
Unable to keep himself from moving for much longer, he pulled out slightly and slowly pushed himself back in, taking more and more out and back inside at a time until his partner let out an approving…was that a mewl?
Getting the hint, he pulled himself the whole way out and angled sank back in a bit harder, letting his swollen balls touch against the other’s cheeks, this time earning him a louder hum of satisfaction. His thrusts became steady, and the friction on his cock threatened to take him, and he let his eyelids flutter closed as he once again felt that pressure in his stomach quickly building.
Forcing his eyes open he watched from his vantage point his thick rod sliding between that stretched ring, burning the image in his mind with the sharingan he hadn’t realised he had turned on. But he needed more, and gripped one of the man’s hips with his free hand and keeping the other on his shoulder, he started pistoning his hips faster and harder as his pleasure rose, a groan from his highly aroused bunshin audibly bouncing off of the tiles and filling the room, further fueling his actions.
Itachi groaned as the force of his thrusts also filled the room with the wet slap of skin against skin, and one premature wave of pleasure had him leaning into his copy's muscled back and hissing into his still-damp hair. 'Fuck, it feels tight'. It was a completely involuntary slip of the mouth, a product of an overly lust-hazed mind, but the tell-tale shiver of his bunshin's body and the hard clench of his muscles around his painfully engorged cock told him that he had a secret penchant for dirty talk. Something he wished to play around with in this experiment.
His bunshin’s grunts and hissing groans became more frequent and matched his clenching hole, his hands slipping from its support on the slick wall and finding homage on the wet ground, his head too sinking to the floor supported only by his forearms as his entire body was pushed further and further across it in his lover’s relentless pounding.
Smirking and looking down at his bunshin he let his voice ring through the echoing room. “Are you going to come for me? You’re getting so tight around me, you’re going to come all over the floor aren’t you? You must really like being fucked, taking it hard and deep just…like…this”, he growled as he punctuated his last words with deep slamming thrusts, making the bunshin give a strangled cry of abandonment as he was pushed so close to the edge, his lover’s cock hitting a spot that made him near crazy with need.
Itachi’s own talk was turning himself on. He seemed to enjoy dominating as much as he apparently liked being dominated, something he would have to seriously analyse later, when he wasn’t ramming into the copy that was clawing mindlessly at the grip-less ground.
Itachi felt his balls quiver, and deciding to end this he leaned his mouth over to his copy’s ear and in a purely predatory growl gave one last command.
“Come.”
The room echoed with the bunshin’s cries of ecstatic abandon, his head thrashing against the arms that pillowed it, his nails biting into his own flesh and back arching as visible shudders made their way sup his spine and through every nerve in his body, white streams of cum spraying over the floor from a now red and engorged dick and mixing with the water from what started as an innocent shower.
The final relentless clenching of his fuck toy’s muscles around his long tortured cock too sent Itachi over into oblivion, his toes curling and a loud shouted growl escaping his throat and he flooded his bunshin’s inner caverns with hot shots of his release, his balls still quivering in the after-shot.
After catching his breath, he pulled his now flaccid length out of his copy, and set himself on the floor, back supported again the wall of his en suite, and lazily raised his arm to make a sloppy one-handed seal.
The copy released in a puff of smoke, and the memories and experiences of taking, being taken, and coming combined into one. The feeling made him give a long breath of pure satisfaction. And there Itachi decided.
He would act on his curiosities more often.
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Dedicated to WADAS/RADFEL for being pure win and making the most wonderful BunshinxBunshin pics for me the other week. XX
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Chapter 3
Itachi was quickly approaching the point where rationality, along with the reason he started this experiment to begin with, was flying out of the proverbial window, and catching from the sight of his bunshin giving him a look of pure lust though dark lust-hazed eyes and with his hand lightly stroking the throbbing organ between his thighs from the corner of his eye, he decided for once, he didn't need sense.
He needed what he now realised his comrades needed all along. Release.
Keeping contact with his bunshin’s heated gaze, he moved to kneel down between his open thighs adding his own hand to the one stroking the now pinkish red shaft that evidently needed it as much as he did.
Itachi was by no means an expert in anal intercourse, nor was he in any form of sexual activity, but it didn’t take a genius to figure out that something big inside something small would result in some phenomenal counter-active pressures. Basic physics really. So he would need something to reduce said pressures, friction and…and…
Shit, he was losing his grip on his senses quickly, and he found it strangely relieving.
Eyeing the room he quickly found his target and retrieved from the bathroom-tidy a tub of Vaseline he often used on his bracer sores. His bunshin gave a dark chuckle as he spread his legs further, revealing to him his untouched pucker, quivering slightly from obvious anticipation. Itachi didn’t know he could be so…wanton.
Never breaking eye contact, Itachi leaned forward and once again entwined his tongue with his doppleganger’s, one hand still stroking his twitching girth, whilst running his lube covered fingers lightly over the rim of his entrance.
The resultant biting of his lip told him that he indeed liked that very much, but as much as he’d love to explore the possibilities, he needed to be inside the copy else he felt he’d explode.
Pressing the pad of one finger against the pucker he slowly let it take him in, and he heard his bunshin hiss as the foreign feeling stretched him into small amounts of discomfort. Pushing the finger in the whole way he concentrated his other hand on the tip of his weeping cock, caressing the head and slit and smearing large beads of precum to keep him distracted. When his body was once again clenching and loosening against his finger, he pulled it back and gave short shallow thrusts into the hole in time with this sinful thumb torturing the head of his shaft.
He smirked when his bunshin started to gyrate his hips to the rhythmic movements and decided to press another finger into his hole, stretching him further and earning another harsh hiss from his partner. Call him crazy for being turned on by the pain his own copy was going through, but he knew those noises we’re prelude to the sheer tight heat he would soon be buried in.
Pushing against the walls of his bunshin’s channel, he opened him up more and when his bunshin finally let his eyes flutter closed and gave an involuntary buck of his hips to the combined stimulation, Itachi removed it all at once, leaving his pending fuck toy groaning with disappointed need and breathless anticipation.
Grasping his own shaft he pumped it a few times, spreading more of the slick substance over his cock along with the gleaming trails of cum that had escaped during his preparation play. Looking at his bunshin he licked his lips. Call him narcissistic, but the sight of his body laying there with a hard flush on his cheeks, panting lightly, sweat glistening his sculpted body and cock and asshole quivering in need made him feel absolutely predatory.
“Bend over.” He commanded with a dark but slightly broken voice that betrayed his absolute need for this.
Still looking at him heatedly the bunshin licked his lips at the statement and complied, turning over bracing one hand on the steamy tiled walls and another on the shower rail, spreading his thighs and arching his back to present Itachi with his prize.
“I guess this is where I beg you to fuck me, Itachi-san.” The bunshin said with his own air of amused superiority, looking over his shoulder at his with his own lust reflected in his dark gorgeous eyes that bled to red as he turned back around, wanting to remember every detail of his experiment for later…reference.
Aligning his cock with his entrance, Itachi held the other man’s shoulder with one hand and his cock with the other, pressing the bulging head of his cock against the slightly open pucker and revelling in the deep exhalations of his copy. He let himself sink in slowly until the head had disappeared behind that tight ring of muscle, making small rocking movement to ease himself in further.
His bunshin was obviously uncomfortable, as he hissed and breathed harshly giving the occasional curse until he was buried near to the hilt and he stopped to let them both catch what remained of their composure.
Itachi had never felt anything like it. The vice-like grip around his cock and the soothing stimulating heat was pure ecstasy to feel, making him pulsate inside that incredible channel as if in mock of the way he wanted to cum inside it.
Unable to keep himself from moving for much longer, he pulled out slightly and slowly pushed himself back in, taking more and more out and back inside at a time until his partner let out an approving…was that a mewl?
Getting the hint, he pulled himself the whole way out and angled sank back in a bit harder, letting his swollen balls touch against the other’s cheeks, this time earning him a louder hum of satisfaction. His thrusts became steady, and the friction on his cock threatened to take him, and he let his eyelids flutter closed as he once again felt that pressure in his stomach quickly building.
Forcing his eyes open he watched from his vantage point his thick rod sliding between that stretched ring, burning the image in his mind with the sharingan he hadn’t realised he had turned on. But he needed more, and gripped one of the man’s hips with his free hand and keeping the other on his shoulder, he started pistoning his hips faster and harder as his pleasure rose, a groan from his highly aroused bunshin audibly bouncing off of the tiles and filling the room, further fueling his actions.
Itachi groaned as the force of his thrusts also filled the room with the wet slap of skin against skin, and one premature wave of pleasure had him leaning into his copy's muscled back and hissing into his still-damp hair. 'Fuck, it feels tight'. It was a completely involuntary slip of the mouth, a product of an overly lust-hazed mind, but the tell-tale shiver of his bunshin's body and the hard clench of his muscles around his painfully engorged cock told him that he had a secret penchant for dirty talk. Something he wished to play around with in this experiment.
His bunshin’s grunts and hissing groans became more frequent and matched his clenching hole, his hands slipping from its support on the slick wall and finding homage on the wet ground, his head too sinking to the floor supported only by his forearms as his entire body was pushed further and further across it in his lover’s relentless pounding.
Smirking and looking down at his bunshin he let his voice ring through the echoing room. “Are you going to come for me? You’re getting so tight around me, you’re going to come all over the floor aren’t you? You must really like being fucked, taking it hard and deep just…like…this”, he growled as he punctuated his last words with deep slamming thrusts, making the bunshin give a strangled cry of abandonment as he was pushed so close to the edge, his lover’s cock hitting a spot that made him near crazy with need.
Itachi’s own talk was turning himself on. He seemed to enjoy dominating as much as he apparently liked being dominated, something he would have to seriously analyse later, when he wasn’t ramming into the copy that was clawing mindlessly at the grip-less ground.
Itachi felt his balls quiver, and deciding to end this he leaned his mouth over to his copy’s ear and in a purely predatory growl gave one last command.
“Come.”
The room echoed with the bunshin’s cries of ecstatic abandon, his head thrashing against the arms that pillowed it, his nails biting into his own flesh and back arching as visible shudders made their way sup his spine and through every nerve in his body, white streams of cum spraying over the floor from a now red and engorged dick and mixing with the water from what started as an innocent shower.
The final relentless clenching of his fuck toy’s muscles around his long tortured cock too sent Itachi over into oblivion, his toes curling and a loud shouted growl escaping his throat and he flooded his bunshin’s inner caverns with hot shots of his release, his balls still quivering in the after-shot.
After catching his breath, he pulled his now flaccid length out of his copy, and set himself on the floor, back supported again the wall of his en suite, and lazily raised his arm to make a sloppy one-handed seal.
The copy released in a puff of smoke, and the memories and experiences of taking, being taken, and coming combined into one. The feeling made him give a long breath of pure satisfaction. And there Itachi decided.
He would act on his curiosities more often.
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Dedicated to WADAS/RADFEL for being pure win and making the most wonderful BunshinxBunshin pics for me the other week. XX