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“Very good,” Orochimaru whispers. He caresses the length by rubbing for full long-lasting seconds. He leans in. He can’t help but help himself to this young body. He presses a kiss on the neck. He nips, like tasting whiskey, and something changes.

He pulls his hand away from between Itachi’s legs. He runs it over Itachi’s supple body. He touches a nipple and cirlcles it. He pinches it. The he runs it up higher. He wraps it around the opposite side of Itachi’s neck. He pulls him closer. His next kiss is a harder press. His teeth graze over skin, like a predator baring fangs. He kisses softly again. And softer. That mood ambushed him, too. His greed took control and he’s riding out the kick. A battle of will to get agency over his gluttonous lust.

Plenty of his training during this time has been quite grueling, but this is one of the worst. It’s already firm in his mind that he’s to get nothing until he’s achieved the aforementioned rank, so it becomes his task to resist the affection as much as possible.

A breath leaves his nose, nostrils flaring widely.

“I have not met your conditions.” The reminder is firm, thankfully,  hands kept to his own sides.