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The entire ordeal is too much. Every lick, bite, suction is burned into his mind, the sensation sharper than what he should likely be feeling. Itachi can’t figure out what to do with his arms, switching between attempting to grasp Sasuke’s wrist to halt the feeling of urination or moving behind him, fingers  finding purchase on his discarded cloak. 

He gives in. Draws an inward gasp, voice nearly breaking with the sound, his testicles drawing up and tight as he’s faced with his very first orgasm; vein throbbing. His legs, which had attempted to draw close during the process, now hang loosely spread, and for just a few seconds it feels like he’s laying on air.

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The trembling gets stronger. Itachi’s absolutely horribly sensitive. Not only is he having his erections stroked, but it’s by Sasuke of all people. Forcing his hand away from his mouth, he pulls in a sharp breath, the moan leaving him horribly broken off and desperate. 

He’s already bucking, seeking more, ankles digging into the ground. 

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Itachi’s hand clasps his mouth, the sound slipping through nonetheless. His body reacts of its own will, jerking up into the contact, seeking more. 

His toes curl, breaths leaving him in sharp gasps, eyes firmly shut, nearly to the point of pain. He wants more, too afraid to say it, letting his body do that for him. 

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Being under the scrutiny of those eyes was something else. It restricts his world view, dims his focus until it’s only the two of them.

It’s dangerous. There’s still an entire world around them, yet Itachi cares less and less that he’s completely naked with every second that passes under Sasuke’s gaze. 

Was this what arousal was like normally…? He has nothing to compare it to, no prior experience, and though he read countless books as a child, anything pertaining to pleasure or romance was discarded as useless. 

He draws his lips in his mouth again as Sasuke’s descends, trying to will himself to stay silent. Every lick, kiss and nips is felt acutely on his skin, fingertips scraping against dirt and rock, only dimly aware of the hard surface digging into his back. The only relief provided is his bunched cloak near his head, but Itachi doesn’t think to move it yet.