Child Pornography [ShiIta; NC-17]
Title: Child Pornography
Author: the-lady-lamb
Genre: Naruto
Sub-genre: Porn/Humor
Summary: Thirteen-year-old Itachi has the pleasure of experiencing that "morning after" feeling for the first time. His twenty-four-year-old cousin volunteers to kiss it better. AU.
Rated: NC-17 for incesty-shouta-sex.
Author's Notes: For the third day of uchihacest_week. My Shisui is always and has always been based on the Shisui crafted by the wonderful fujiwara_san - I can't get rid of the impact she's had on me. D:
Child Pornography
"When I said I was want for a panacea this is not at all what I meant."
Shisui smiles in his half-smirk-I'm-a-little-bird type way and kneads the skin of Itachi's lower back and pumps in again. His cousin hums, closes his eyes tight against the backlash of doing so; this is not the time for sex. His whole body aches already, there's no point in make it worse. "Itachi-kun," Shisui says somewhat merrily (crisply, at least), "I told you." It is not really a voice befitting somebody having sex. (It's perplexing, their relationship. The way Itachi can be in all the magazines in such erogenous poses as will sell them - Vogue had been such a joke. The way Itachi can be the most wealthy thirteen-year-old on planet Earth and yet when he returns home to Tokyo, Shisui is always there waiting, and Itachi is always so damn pleased to see him, whatever he says.)
Shisui slides out and then slides in again, dancing his effeminate fingers over the backs of Itachi's thighs, slides out and uses his hands to spread Itachi wider so that he can go deeper and when he does Itachi moans appreciatively and rocks back against him. "I told you this would happen. Do you remember that~?" (No, actually, Itachi would rather not remember that. It's all kind of a blur to him. All he really remembers is stumbling into this room and kissing Shisui open-mouthedly and mumbling something desperate and childish and nymphomaniacal. He remembers being stupid with want for him, stupid enough not to make him use any preparation or precaution or fucking lubricant, good Lord he's sore.) The sun is streaming in the blinds on the windows and he screws his weak eyes shut and twists his hands and his face into the bedclothes as Shisui rocks in and out of him. His head throbs with each pulse of his heart.
"I don't like it like this," he says finally and he sits up abruptly - Shisui has to move out of the way so that he can readjust. The twenty-four-year old attempts to do it himself, and Itachi slaps his hands away and orders him further up the bed. "Against the headboard." Shisui slides up languidly, tempted to cross his legs, still smiling in that I'm-a-little-bird-and-I'm-going-to-eat-you-up kind of way and Itachi promptly straddles his hips and slides his cock back in to where it should be. He groans and lets his head fall back - his black hair is sticking to his shoulders and his expression is still mildly pained even as pleasure overwhelms him. Shisui smiles his goddamned Cheshire smile and sits back a little just to watch Itachi control everything for a while, moving up and down on him, making the same arousing little sounds that he tends to - those tiny, breathy little grunts that please him so much. (Shisui knows he's the only one who's ever heard them.)
"You fuck like a grade schooler." Shisui rests his delicate, beautiful hands on Itachi's sharp, unforgiving pelvic bones, watching his stomach ripple.
Itachi glowers at him. "But I don't fuck grade schoolers."
"Oh, is this a contest~?" Shisui smiles, strokes him haphazardly and feels Itachi spasm and clench around him. "I didn't know." He leans forward to speak straight into Itachi's ear, the way he knows he likes it. "And yet you're so tight...I don't think I can give you up. It's just too fun to be mean to you, Itachi-kun." He thrusts up, makes his first contribution in a while, simultaneously dragging his hand across his cousin's belly. He's abnormally hot and gasping. Shisui chuckles to himself.
"That's a good trait in an ass-slut."
Itachi slams down and punches him in the face, snarling through his small and perfect teeth.
"I'm never going drinking with you again."
"Maa, but you're so cute when you're hungover~"
Author: the-lady-lamb
Genre: Naruto
Sub-genre: Porn/Humor
Summary: Thirteen-year-old Itachi has the pleasure of experiencing that "morning after" feeling for the first time. His twenty-four-year-old cousin volunteers to kiss it better. AU.
Rated: NC-17 for incesty-shouta-sex.
Author's Notes: For the third day of uchihacest_week. My Shisui is always and has always been based on the Shisui crafted by the wonderful fujiwara_san - I can't get rid of the impact she's had on me. D:
Child Pornography
"When I said I was want for a panacea this is not at all what I meant."
Shisui smiles in his half-smirk-I'm-a-little-bird type way and kneads the skin of Itachi's lower back and pumps in again. His cousin hums, closes his eyes tight against the backlash of doing so; this is not the time for sex. His whole body aches already, there's no point in make it worse. "Itachi-kun," Shisui says somewhat merrily (crisply, at least), "I told you." It is not really a voice befitting somebody having sex. (It's perplexing, their relationship. The way Itachi can be in all the magazines in such erogenous poses as will sell them - Vogue had been such a joke. The way Itachi can be the most wealthy thirteen-year-old on planet Earth and yet when he returns home to Tokyo, Shisui is always there waiting, and Itachi is always so damn pleased to see him, whatever he says.)
Shisui slides out and then slides in again, dancing his effeminate fingers over the backs of Itachi's thighs, slides out and uses his hands to spread Itachi wider so that he can go deeper and when he does Itachi moans appreciatively and rocks back against him. "I told you this would happen. Do you remember that~?" (No, actually, Itachi would rather not remember that. It's all kind of a blur to him. All he really remembers is stumbling into this room and kissing Shisui open-mouthedly and mumbling something desperate and childish and nymphomaniacal. He remembers being stupid with want for him, stupid enough not to make him use any preparation or precaution or fucking lubricant, good Lord he's sore.) The sun is streaming in the blinds on the windows and he screws his weak eyes shut and twists his hands and his face into the bedclothes as Shisui rocks in and out of him. His head throbs with each pulse of his heart.
"I don't like it like this," he says finally and he sits up abruptly - Shisui has to move out of the way so that he can readjust. The twenty-four-year old attempts to do it himself, and Itachi slaps his hands away and orders him further up the bed. "Against the headboard." Shisui slides up languidly, tempted to cross his legs, still smiling in that I'm-a-little-bird-and-I'm-going-to-eat-you-up kind of way and Itachi promptly straddles his hips and slides his cock back in to where it should be. He groans and lets his head fall back - his black hair is sticking to his shoulders and his expression is still mildly pained even as pleasure overwhelms him. Shisui smiles his goddamned Cheshire smile and sits back a little just to watch Itachi control everything for a while, moving up and down on him, making the same arousing little sounds that he tends to - those tiny, breathy little grunts that please him so much. (Shisui knows he's the only one who's ever heard them.)
"You fuck like a grade schooler." Shisui rests his delicate, beautiful hands on Itachi's sharp, unforgiving pelvic bones, watching his stomach ripple.
Itachi glowers at him. "But I don't fuck grade schoolers."
"Oh, is this a contest~?" Shisui smiles, strokes him haphazardly and feels Itachi spasm and clench around him. "I didn't know." He leans forward to speak straight into Itachi's ear, the way he knows he likes it. "And yet you're so tight...I don't think I can give you up. It's just too fun to be mean to you, Itachi-kun." He thrusts up, makes his first contribution in a while, simultaneously dragging his hand across his cousin's belly. He's abnormally hot and gasping. Shisui chuckles to himself.
"That's a good trait in an ass-slut."
Itachi slams down and punches him in the face, snarling through his small and perfect teeth.
"I'm never going drinking with you again."
"Maa, but you're so cute when you're hungover~"