Punishment

“Itachi, please, I won’t ever again!” Shikamaru begged, tears sparkling in his eyes. Itachi remained silent as he reached down, gripping the toy.

“I know you won’t.” He pulled the toy back, seeing Shikamaru’s muscles tense. He leaned down, kissing the flexed indent of his inner thigh. He smirked, the skin jumping under his lips and a soft whine falling on his ears. The moment drew out, a suspension of action, all movement slow and loving as he kissed up from the inner thigh, licking delicately at the trickles of lust spilling from the neglected erection.

“Itachi…please….” He shifted a little for more attention, a bell ticking softly. Itachi’s smirk grew above the leaking end, eyes looking up at the other.

The calm love was broken when Itachi suddenly shoved the toy back in, a ragged scream tearing from Shikamaru’s throat. Itachi set a savage pace, turning the still vibrating toy in harsh circles with his wrist. He opened his mouth wide, sucking on the end as strongly as he thrust the false length in and out, flicking his tongue across the slit.

Shikamaru’s back arched, the bells at his nipples jingling, his screaming breaking down as his throat continued supplying them, wordless sounds of pleasure overworking his voice box.

Itachi suckled down the turgid cock, slipping to the base as he continued moving the toy. He didn’t stop this punishing pace until Shikamaru’s entire body tensed, skin jumping under the slightest touch as he reached what would have been an orgasm if not for the tie.

“Mmm, remember to keep still. I already heard the bell three times now.” He spoke, abandoning the toy and the hard length, moving up Shikamaru’s body to look him in the eye. The boy’s doe orbs were hot and feverish and begging. He tilted his head, trying to kiss Itachi and only setting off the bell at his neck.

“Really Shikamaru, you need more control. At this rate I’ll need to buy more batteries.” Itachi said with a smirk, running the back of his fingers across his cheek. Shikamaru whimpered, turning very carefully so the bell didn’t go off again. Itachi chuckled at his care, eyes smoldering as Shikamaru began suckling on his fingers.

“Do you want me to take you, Shikamaru? Do you not like the toy?” Shikamaru closed his eyes, sucking harder, slipping his tongue between the digits. “Well I might be persuaded to do just that and forget about the bells…” The eyes opened again, sucking in earnest.

“Just tell me why you did it.” Itachi pulled his fingers away, keeping all of him close but not touching. He slung his hair over his shoulder so it wouldn’t trail across Shikamaru’s skin, the boy whimpering under him.

“I…I’m sorry Itachi. He just…he started kissing me, and we’d both had a little to drink and…I told him no, at first, but then…” Shikamaru swallowed his voice raw from screaming, pleading with Itachi to forgive him. “He was grabbing me through the pants and it felt….oh god Itachi, it felt good and he was hot and, and he said you wouldn’t find out and it just…” Tears were welling in his eyes. He didn’t want to lose Itachi, not because of Sasuke.

Itachi bent down, kissing Shikamaru full on the lips.

“I understand, Shikamaru. But next time you want to be with an Uchiha, choose the better one.” He smirked, reaching down and stroking up and down on the hot cock. Shikamaru quivered, rocking his hips as much as he could.

“Well, I think you deserve a good fucking…once the batteries run out.” Itachi let go of the needy organ, reaching back for the toy again. Shikamaru whimpered again, the tears spilling over as Itachi began to slowly push it in and out, making sure to press against his sweet spot as much as possible.

Itachi kept his slow, torturous pace going, slowly breaking Shikamaru down to a state of shivering, crying, begging neediness. His body convulsed around the toy, his tears cool against his flushed skin as he called out Itachi’s name in an incomplete ecstasy.

This rhythm continued, on and on it seemed to Shikamaru, an endless onslaught of pleasure and peaks that never reached a climax. His body felt raw, every touch a caress that led him to rapture, an ecstasy that broke him.

“Itachi, please, no more…I can’t anymore…” Shikamaru begged hoarsely after another false release shook his body to the bones. Itachi ran the tip of his forefinger down from Shikamaru’s collar to his pelvic, slow and soft, enjoying how Shikamaru’s body rose with the touch like an orchestrated wave.

“The batteries are still running, Shikamaru. I may have been nice once, but your punishment isn’t over.” Before Itachi could continue, a loud ring sounded throughout the apartment. Itachi paused, a little startled from the sound. Shikamaru was too far gone to care.

A knocking could then be heard at the door.

“Hmm. Visitors.” Itachi let go of the toy, moving off the bed. Shikamaru snapped his eyes to him, wide and wet, tear streaks along his cheeks glistening. Itachi admired the view as he pulled boxers and jeans on, Shikamaru’s cock red and ripe, stripes of pre-cum shimmering down its engorged length and tainting the soft curls of hair at its base.

It was an effort, even for him, to remove his eyes, leaving Shikamaru to smolder in ecstasy with no release, his skin burning against nothing but air and the bed under him with the toy still buzzing against his prostate.

“I’ll be back, Shikamaru.” He said, closing the door behind him.