#033. Too much.
Title: Come, Pretty Girl
Fandom: Naruto
Characters: Uchiha Itachi and Uchiha Sasuke
Prompt: 033. Too Much.
Word Count: 518 words
Rating: NC-17
Summary: “Was it too much?” He thought, asking his twin image aloud.
Author's Notes: Geez, I am in such a drabble mood. *pouts* My attempt at ItaSasu smut. This is what happens when I am tired people!
Edging the liner carefully around the rims of his eyelids was tricky but he had seen Sakura do it. So it should be no problem for a genius, he thought. He blinked and set the pencil down. He didn’t look at his reflection just yet; he still needed to put on the rouge. Sasuke twisted the bottom of the tube slowly. The red stick rising up past the rim of its container, before he meticulously applied it to his lips.
Sasuke pat down a stray lock of hair and eyed his reflection critically. Several open beauty products sat opened on the counter, half used. “Was it too much?” He thought, asking his twin image aloud.
“No.” A quiet voice stated.
Sasuke half turned and froze, surprised at his brother’s sudden appearance. “Itachi!”
Itachi calmly approached him from behind.
Sasuke’s skin flushed red beneath the fresh layer of powder. “Itachi. What are yo-”
Strong arms encircled his slim waist, caressing his near transparent yukata. Sasuke’s skin was completely visible beneath it, each muscle shivering under Itachi’s attention. “Perfect.” He said, judging Sasuke’s image in the mirror.
The yukata hung low on his hips accentuating his narrow curves. And Itachi was captivated as his fingertips pressed into the knot tying the robe together and pulled, revealing inch upon inch of Sasuke’s creamy, white skin.
His hands caressed Sasuke’s smooth thighs. “Aren’t you a pretty girl?” Itachi said, pressing a finger into his painted mouth.
Sasuke sucked firmly on the intruding digit and nodded, his tongue swirling around the finger down to the knuckle before licking and nipping at the web in between. He opened his mouth to speak but saliva dribbled down his chin. Sasuke smiled as the previous blush consumed his face.
The corners of Itachi’s lips quirked in the parody of a smile as wiped the drool from Sasuke’s chin. “Don’t get too excited, pretty girl.” He murmured, watching Sasuke’s face intently. “I haven’t finished with you, yet.”
His right hand which had been caressing Sasuke’s thigh stroked his erection, which throbbed and purpled under his lingering attention. Itachi looked into Sasuke’s slightly glazed eyes, “For me?”
He chuckled darkly underneath his breath, as his wet finger trailed a path down Sasuke’s collarbone extracting various sounds of need. Itachi circled his nipple and pinched at it harshly.
Sasuke urged his body to remain still, but against his will it pushed back against Itachi. Pathetic, broken whimpers escaping from his mouth. “Itachi! Touch me please…”
“I am touching you,” he stated.
“More. I need more.” Sasuke pleaded, as Itachi’s hand continued to slowly stroke his painfully swollen cock. He could feel the pre-come dribbling down his thighs. He briefly wondered if the yukata would stain, but Itachi pulled on him with an especially hard jerk. He threw his head back moaning as his hips thrust in desperate need of more friction.
Itachi was enraptured with watching Sasuke in the mirror. He could see every subtle nuance as Sasuke moaned and writhed before him.
“Itachi!” He screamed and clenched his eyes shut.
Itachi covered Sasuke’s mouth, stifling his loud vocal cries. “Come, pretty girl.”
Fandom: Naruto
Characters: Uchiha Itachi and Uchiha Sasuke
Prompt: 033. Too Much.
Word Count: 518 words
Rating: NC-17
Summary: “Was it too much?” He thought, asking his twin image aloud.
Author's Notes: Geez, I am in such a drabble mood. *pouts* My attempt at ItaSasu smut. This is what happens when I am tired people!
Edging the liner carefully around the rims of his eyelids was tricky but he had seen Sakura do it. So it should be no problem for a genius, he thought. He blinked and set the pencil down. He didn’t look at his reflection just yet; he still needed to put on the rouge. Sasuke twisted the bottom of the tube slowly. The red stick rising up past the rim of its container, before he meticulously applied it to his lips.
Sasuke pat down a stray lock of hair and eyed his reflection critically. Several open beauty products sat opened on the counter, half used. “Was it too much?” He thought, asking his twin image aloud.
“No.” A quiet voice stated.
Sasuke half turned and froze, surprised at his brother’s sudden appearance. “Itachi!”
Itachi calmly approached him from behind.
Sasuke’s skin flushed red beneath the fresh layer of powder. “Itachi. What are yo-”
Strong arms encircled his slim waist, caressing his near transparent yukata. Sasuke’s skin was completely visible beneath it, each muscle shivering under Itachi’s attention. “Perfect.” He said, judging Sasuke’s image in the mirror.
The yukata hung low on his hips accentuating his narrow curves. And Itachi was captivated as his fingertips pressed into the knot tying the robe together and pulled, revealing inch upon inch of Sasuke’s creamy, white skin.
His hands caressed Sasuke’s smooth thighs. “Aren’t you a pretty girl?” Itachi said, pressing a finger into his painted mouth.
Sasuke sucked firmly on the intruding digit and nodded, his tongue swirling around the finger down to the knuckle before licking and nipping at the web in between. He opened his mouth to speak but saliva dribbled down his chin. Sasuke smiled as the previous blush consumed his face.
The corners of Itachi’s lips quirked in the parody of a smile as wiped the drool from Sasuke’s chin. “Don’t get too excited, pretty girl.” He murmured, watching Sasuke’s face intently. “I haven’t finished with you, yet.”
His right hand which had been caressing Sasuke’s thigh stroked his erection, which throbbed and purpled under his lingering attention. Itachi looked into Sasuke’s slightly glazed eyes, “For me?”
He chuckled darkly underneath his breath, as his wet finger trailed a path down Sasuke’s collarbone extracting various sounds of need. Itachi circled his nipple and pinched at it harshly.
Sasuke urged his body to remain still, but against his will it pushed back against Itachi. Pathetic, broken whimpers escaping from his mouth. “Itachi! Touch me please…”
“I am touching you,” he stated.
“More. I need more.” Sasuke pleaded, as Itachi’s hand continued to slowly stroke his painfully swollen cock. He could feel the pre-come dribbling down his thighs. He briefly wondered if the yukata would stain, but Itachi pulled on him with an especially hard jerk. He threw his head back moaning as his hips thrust in desperate need of more friction.
Itachi was enraptured with watching Sasuke in the mirror. He could see every subtle nuance as Sasuke moaned and writhed before him.
“Itachi!” He screamed and clenched his eyes shut.
Itachi covered Sasuke’s mouth, stifling his loud vocal cries. “Come, pretty girl.”