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“If you say so,” he mutters and then goes back to his neck, kissing and now and then adding some teeth to it, all while working his brother onto his back among the sheets that were laid out. A hand already unzipping his robe once more as he moved his mouth away and instead captured Itachi’s lips in a heated and rather forceful kiss.

He’d never intended on talking, did he. Itachi knows he could get his attention again if he truly wished, but he’s already experienced his touch once. His groan into the kiss is filled with need anew, already helping Sasuke get him out of the cloak.

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Sasuke Stayed close to his brother once they settled down, his lips already on his cheek, then his neck. “Hm? What is it?” he asked and pulled back a bit so that he could see his brother’s face. There was much that should probably be said, but right now, Sasuke couldn’t think of anything, what mattered to him was that his brother was here, with him, and then there were those things he would like to do to and with him, that ever growing curiosity and possessive feeling.

Ohh….

Sasuke’s mouth is exactly where it shouldn’t be, again. Itachi’s skin is still sensitive, shuddering lightly into the contact, eyes fluttering. Sasuke takes what little will power he has and shreds it, without even really trying.

“Nothing, Sasuke.” He chastises himself, for wanting the affection so badly, but is ultimately powerless to fight anymore.

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He studied their surroundings as they walked inside. It looked like a hideout where people would be staying for a while, so surely they had to be bedrooms around here. He would ask, though they hadn’t stopped yet, so he was going to see where Itachi was leading them before saying anything.

Itachi only ever has a few cots laid out. Usually only two at the most. They weren’t meant to provide luxury, but they were meant to provide respite from the weather and somewhere to sleep on that wasn’t hard earth. The blankets would help the pair.

But that’s not Itachi’s focus. He takes a second to collect himself, the entrance far closed behind them, a few candles illuminating the room. 

“Mmhh, Sasuke.” He seems as if he wishes to speak, not knowing that’s a chance he’s not afforded right now.

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Sasuke nodded. “Lead the way,” he said and walked alongside his brother. He was far from done with the other, in fact, now his brain was rushing with various things he wanted to do and try. Now that he had his brother all to himself it was easy to give in to these things, and it would be even easier once they were behind a closed door.

The hideout is several miles away from their current location. The entrance responds to Itachi’s chakra and a desire to hide away, allowing Sasuke inside behind him. 

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He had been about to ask what was bothering the other when he turned away from the kiss, but got his answer before he could ask. In response he gave the other a nod, and moved off of his brother and helped him to his feet before reaching down for his clothes and wrapped the cloak around Itachi’s shoulders before stepping back to let Itachi dress himself.

Sasuke’s given him back his clothes. Itachi assumes, falsely, that they are through, zipping his cloak back on snugly, wincing at the soreness of his joints from being pressed onto the ground.

“There’s a hideout. Near here.” Itachi made sure to have plenty dotted around the world, so respite was never far off. There, they can talk. 

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His arms still feel weak. Yet they find the strength to move along Sasuke’s body, loosely wrapped around his shoulders. Coming off from the high of his orgasm, he can feel the dirt and stones digging into his body once more, and it makes Sasuke’s attempts to pleasure him that much more.

His squirming is more uncomfortable this time. The shock of the first is truly worn off now, planting a foot even on the ground and turning his head away from the kiss.

“Hurts. Mh, Sasuke– it hurts to lay here.” He can’t do it again here, they need to find a more comfortable surface. 

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If anybody were to find them, Itachi would be at his most helpless. He’s never felt this relaxed in his life, able to do nothing but tip his head back slowly as Sasuke continues to shower him in affection. 

There are hands on him again. But the arousal doesn’t come as easy, having just been moments from his first, and definitely having been productive. Itachi has no concept of a refraction period, and it may be some time before he can maintain another erection.

That won’t make him stop Sasuke, however. He’s been given no time to let the shame of what happened sink in yet, body still open for Sasuke to explore.

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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.