There was always a curiousity if one could become addicted to another’s touch that flashed through Sasuke’s mind when Itachi began to touch him like this, tracing over muscle and skin hungrily.
Itachi doesn’t need told twice.
Although he wishes the voice had more aggression in it, Itachi nods quickly and immediately begins divesting his clothes, shuffling closer to the edge of the bed the entire time.
He almost throws them, but that would be too eager, and even though he’d do anything for Sasuke, Itachi wants to maintain a little modesty.
…And then he waits, breathing soft. …Will there be another order?
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