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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Yuri!!!_on_Ice_(Anime)
  Relationship:
      Otabek_Altin/Yuri_Plisetsky
  Character:
      Otabek_Altin, Yuri_Plisetsky
  Additional Tags:
      otayuri_-_Freeform, PWP, Rough_Sex, Oral_Sex, Fingering, Anal_Sex
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-08-30 Words: 1957
****** come undone ******
by Blownwish
Summary
     Sixteen year old Yuri Plisetsky is irresistible and Otabek Altin is
     done resististing.
Notes
     A Tumblr anon requested: "Otayuri, something underage and dirty, like
     Yuri getting fucked while wearing Beka's leather jacket."
     Done!
“Bekaaaa….” He's straddling Otabek's legs and he's had one too much beer and
he's only sixteen. Only sixteen. Otabek ought to know better. He does know
better. Yuri is just a kid, he doesn't know what he's inviting when he puts his
hands behind his head and moans. “Beka, I think I'm tipsy.” He has no idea. He
thinks Otabek is safe. He thinks Otabek is a gentleman. He thinks he can ask
Otabek to bite his glove off after he gyrates on the ice, after he seduces the
world with his creamy, tight body, after he drives Otabek out of his mind, and
expect Otabek to follow him around like a pet.
But Otabek is not safe. He is a bomb, so close to detonation the countdown is
almost over. He's sweating, he's got to take off the leather, he's got to pull
the boy off his lap, he's got to get a real drink - to hell with the beer - and
find someone else, someone old enough to understand what yes means: his dick
and their ass. But Yuri is bouncing on his knees, now. “I'm so bored. What do
you wanna even do?”
He thinks this is going to start with a couple of coy pecks and end with hand
jobs. What would he do if Otabek told him he wants to hear their skin smack as
Yuri to bounces in his dick like that? Would he leave? Leave and never talk to
him again?
Some might say that would be for the best.
What Otabek knew, for sure, was that fucking Yuri Plisetsky was not for the
best. He was just sixteen. Sixteen.
“I'm tired.” No, he isn't. “I'm taking you back to your hotel.” He ignores the
pout as he puts his leather jacket over Yuri's shoulders. “Come on. Get off.”
He ignores the ache in his balls. He ignores everything but the number:
sixteen.
He can do this. He can do anything he puts his mind to.
++
“I don't have time to mess around, like the old man and that pig.”
Otabek watched Yuri's mouth as he spoke. He couldn't help it; his lips were
bright pink and full. He didn't want to wonder what it was like to make them
wet with kisses, and to feel those wet lips all over his body. But he was. And
he's not the kind of man who lied to himself: he had thought about it before
Barcelona. He had thought, too much, about it. Dreamt about it, and woke up
from those dreams sticky and hard and aching and wanting so much more than just
Yuri's mouth.
It was wrong. More than wrong - it was insane. And it got worse. Otabek
planned. He planned to rent a motorcycle. He tracked Yuri around Barcelona
until the moment was right, and swooped up him on his bike like a prize. His
prize.
“I'm not into all that stuff.” Yuri shuffled his feet over the concrete. Sighed
as he leaned against the marble facing of his hotel. Smiled as he looked into
Otabek's eye and showed him a light brighter than any in the Barcelona. “I'm
all about skating. Skating and winning.” He had no idea how easy it would've
been to kiss him. To kiss him, and make him do more, so much more. Or how
dangerously close he was to finding out.
Otabek stepped back. “Me too.” Usually that was the truth.
++
Otabek is being pushed against the wall. His hands are up and he's internally
begging any gods who will listen to make Yuri stop, because he sure as hell
can’t push him away. Not when he's wiggling and giggling and sighing and he's
nuzzling Otabek's neck, now. Oh, fuck. Otabek pounds his fist against the wall.
“Don't take me back, Beka…” Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck. “I want to stay here. With
you. Don’t you even get it? I want you so ba-a-a-ad! Don't you even know?”
He grits his teeth. He exhales slowly. He feels Yuri's breath huff as he smiles
against his skin. “Of course I know that.” He's not an idiot. He saw those
sweet little smiles, the school boy crush that sent Yuri out to find Otabek in
a club, the feverish show he put on during the Exhibition skate.
“Trying to say you don't want me?” He smiles up at him. Laughs and winds his
arms around Otabek's neck. “I know you want me. I can feel it.” He wiggles
against him some more. “You're hard.”
“Yuri, don't -” He wants to stop him from sliding down. He wants to keep him on
his feet. To pull him up off his knees. And he can't. He doesn't have the power
to stop any of this because there are no gods, just forces of nature, and Yuri
Plisetsky is one of them. “No.”
It's pointless. Yuri is pulling down his jeans. Pulling down his briefs.
Pulling out his dick and he's smiling up at Otabek, his lips are trembling and
he's so determined not to be intimidated because Otabek is too big, too hard,
too much for sixteen. “This for me?”
Yes. “No.” Otabek doesn't want let him lick him. It's just one little swipe of
the tongue against his foreskin. Not enough, not nearly enough, and it's too
much. He needs to stop. Otabek groans. “I don't want to do this.”
“Yes you do.” Yuri licks again. He doesn't realize how teasing it is, how
tantalizing he is with his pink tongue and pink lips and those big green eyes
blinking back up at him. All Otabek would have to do is grab him by the hair
and push his head down. All he would have to do is thrust, just a little, and
that sweet mouth would be wrapped around his dick.
“You don't know what you're asking for.”
Yuri rubs his dick against his lips. “What, am I supposed to be scared? Of you?
Seriously?”
“You…” Those words break something inside of him. Something that felt decent.
Something that felt right. Something that felt like his conscience. But it was
never really all that strong if sixteen could do the job. “You should be.”
Otabek reached down and Yuri gasped. “And you will be.”
++
Otabek was seventeen the first time he jerked off to Yuri Plisetsky. He'd was
watching video of his winning junior’s performance at Helsinki. The kid was
barely fifteen and he made Otabek rock hard.
It was disgusting. Otabek imagined his puckered little ass hole, imagined the
soft pop as he'd pull out to smack his sweet ass with his dick, then he
imagined the boy whining for him to push it back in. Of course he wouldn't do
that. He'd probably cry and beg him to stop. But in Otabek's warped
imagination, Yuri Plisetsky was begging for more. Begging him to come all over
his back. His face. In his mouth.
He couldn't stop doing it once he started. Otabek became obsessed.  
He had to wait until he was all alone, so he could watch the videos like
porn, and  masturbate. He needed to do it several times, too. Once was never
enough. He had to come until he was dry and chaffed. And even then, he could
still come. It was insane. He was insane. He was disgusting.
++
His face is covered with dry come. Otabek had fucked his face, pushed his dick
down his throat, over and over, as Yuri struggled and gagged and stared back up
at him, daring him to stop.
Oh, Otabek was passed stopping. “This is what you wanted, right? Well, you got
it.”
He had pulled Yuri off when he came. Forced him to keep his mouth open with his
thumbs, pulling the corners back as Otabek shot into his mouth. Then his
cheeks. Yuri gasped and pursed his lips together as one big glob of spit and
come dripped over his chin.
It made Otabek hard again, in seconds. No - he never got soft. “Don't get
comfortable.”
Otabek is grabbing his wrist, now. Throwing him on the floor, now. Snorting
when Yuri tries to sit up and pushing him on his back. “I warned you.” He takes
his face and smears the come, his come, across his lips. “I warned you and you
wouldn't listen to me.” He yanks off Yuri's boots. His pants. His briefs. But
he can keep the jacket. Otabek likes seeing it on Yuri. It feels like
ownership.
“I want you to do this!” Yuri snarls back at him. “I want you to fuck me hard,
too. Don't treat me like a little kid! I want you to - “
Otabek shoves Yuri's underwear in his mouth. He's had enough talking. He's had
enough, period. He pushes Yuri's knees up to his chest.
There's lube. There's the panic in Yuri's eyes. And there's the sweet little
ass Otabek's dreamt of far too long for his sanity. He works one finger deep
inside. It takes lots of pushing. Yuri moans and tries to touch himself, but
he's going to learn, and Otabek swats his hands away. “You want me to fuck you,
Plisetsky? Or you want to play with yourself?” Yuri shakes his head, whining as
Otabek jams his finger into him faster.
He's crying at two fingers. Crying and trying to get Otabek to touch him. But
he isn't allowed to roll his hips. Otabek smacks his ass when he tries. Takes
the underwear out of his mouth when Otabek curls his fingers and finds that
spot, right there, and makes him whine. “What's that?”
“Please! Oh my god! Why do we have to do all this? Just fuck me!”
Otabek smiles. It's a smile that should frighten Yuri, as he shoves the
underwear back in his mouth. As he lifts his ass up and lowers his head. As he
looks over the delicious pink dick, the creamy skin, then right into Yuri's
eyes and takes one long, slow lick where his fingers have been. And another.
And another. Then they're not licks. Otabek pushes his tongue inside his pink,
tight body. Owns every startled cry. Then he moves up. Moves up and devours his
dick. Sucks and gorges himself as he shoves three fingers in. And Yuri twists
and sobs and watches and sobs some more.
God, he doesn't even know he's still teasing him. But how can he? A force of
nature isn't conscious of the power they wield. Otabek is incapable of stopping
himself. He climbs over Yuri, grabs the lapels of that leather jacket and
tosses the underwear aside, pushes his tongue into his mouth. Feeds on the
whimpers as he pushes himself into Yuri's body. The boy is gone. Childhood is
over. Otabek slams himself deep inside as Yuri screams his name.
He moves underneath him, squirms as Otabek holds him down, shudders as Otabek
moves inside him. He's so tight. He's so small. He trembles as Otabek reaches
down and wraps his hand around his dick. “You're going to come.”
Yuri nods.
“You're going to come and you're going to lick it off my hand.”
“Yeah.” Yuri nods again.
Otabek pushes his knees back. God! He's like a vice. Otabek isn't going to last
long, and neither is Yuri. He's growling, gritting his teeth and grabbing for
Otabek's arms, legs - anything. He can have it. He can have it all. Otabek
pushes as hard and as deep as he can. Yuri arches his back. And when he comes?
He reaches for Otabek's face.
It is the most gentle, trusting gesture. Otabek doesn't just come. He explodes,
and he is destroyed. What's left of him collapses. He is vaguely aware of the
arms around him.
Those arms are strong.
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 than he trusted Itachi. He wasn’t sure what was going on,
and he wasn’t even sure why his body was enjoying it, evidenced by the jutting
tent his erection had formed in his white shorts. But he felt embarrassed and
unsure of what was he was supposed to do…how he was supposed to react.
“Don’t be embarrassed, Sasuke-kun. What you’re feeling is perfectly natural.
Don’t be afraid…just relax and enjoy it.”
With those words, he felt the large gloved hand of his beloved and highly
respected sensei reach under his shirt, ghosting across his abdomen, causing a
shiver to slip through his body. The hand gently pushed his shirt up to reveal
the beginnings of what was developing into a beautifully slim muscular body.
Sasuke looked down and watched the gloved hand glide up to each tender pink
nipple, softly pinching and massaging, making his breathing quicken, his heart
pump harder to meet the demands of the increased blood flow to his private
parts.
It was when he felt the dangerously skillful hands of his own brother beginning
to unfasten his shorts to reveal his pale length that he closed his eyes and
let his head fall back in ecstasy. His brother’s warm callused hand felt
entirely too pleasing against the hardness of his young cock.
“Does that feel good, otouto…mmm?” he whispered in Sasuke’s ear, causing him to
moan and quiver.
“Hai…” was the barely audible, whimpered moan that proceeded from his baby
brother’s sweet mouth.
His grip tightened around Sasuke’s erection and fisted him slowly, completely
unrushed and unhurriedly, the slickness of his pre-come on his cock making
Itachi’s hand slide deliciously up and down it.
Then he felt Kakashi’s gloved hand kneading at his balls, and his unmasked face
was against his throat, licking and nibbling at the soft skin there, causing
his sweet moans to become less quiet and more vocal. Itachi took that as the
opportunity to cover his whining mouth with his own, embracing him in an open-
mouthed kiss, thrusting his tongue into the warm salty buttery taste of
Sasuke’s mouth.
“Nnnnh.” Itachi groaned at the feeling of kissing his younger brother. Sasuke
was too sexy for his own good. Itachi was sure that Sasuke was still a virgin,
but they weren’t fucking him…just molesting him; and Sasuke was not
complaining. In fact, he seemed to be enjoying it.
~ ~ ~
By the time the movie had ended, Sasuke had coated his stomach with his
pearlescent release, and Kakashi had gently pulled out a handkerchief and wiped
him up carefully so as not to get it on anything, and had let him lay his head
over on his shoulder, comforting him, whispering reassuring words to him that
all this was perfectly normal, but that it should probably be ‘their little
secret’, and not something to be shared with the other members of Team 7 or
with his and Itachi’s parents.
~ ~ ~
They made their way out of the theater in silence and out into the warm humid
night. The air was still thick and the smell of Japanese honeysuckle that
climbed the stone walls nearby made Itachi feel slightly intoxicated.
In Itachi’s mind, he wrestled with what had just happened. He and Kakashi had
just molested his baby brother in the theater while watching a movie that
Sasuke really shouldn’t have been watching in the first place.
And what was worse, he was wrestling with the way Sasuke’s body felt writhing
and twisting beneath his and Kakashi’s hands. The way that his mouth tasted,
and the way his tongue felt warm and slick against his. The way he looked in
the dim light of the projector window above them as he shot his load all over
his stomach. The way he had clutched at Itachi’s shirt and stiffened as the
waves of ecstasy rushed through his inexperienced body.
They continued to walk along with Kakashi always the one to try and lighten the
moment speaking up first.
“So, Sasuke…are you ready for some of that Hokkaido Melon?” he grinned at
Sasuke through his mask.
Sasuke was walking, hands shoved in his pockets, looking down at the pavement
beneath his feet, probably trying to keep from making eye contact with either
of them.
He looked up hesitantly at his sensei and forced a smile. “Sure, I guess…”
“It’s good stuff, Sasuke-kun.”
Sasuke felt an arm around his shoulders and squeezed him in tight. It was
Itachi, making a common gesture of brotherly love. It seemed so strange to him
now, so foreign, after what had happened there in the theater.
Sasuke just kept walking and didn’t look at Itachi as he felt his brother
nuzzle against the side of his face in his black hair. “Otouto, don’t be
embarrassed. You felt so good to me back there.” At the sound of his brother’s
sultry voice and warm breath against his face, he could feel his nerve endings
beginning to misfire again in his nether regions.
“I want to feel you like that again…” Itachi continued on, hanging over Sasuke
now, resting a little more of his weight against his little brother. “Do you
want to feel me again, Sasuke?”
Sasuke stopped and looked at his brother and Itachi took the opportunity to dip
down and slide his arms around the slender waist of his otouto. Sasuke was
speechless. “What’s wrong, otouto? Cat got your tongue? Let me check…” he
leaned in to take Sasuke’s mouth in a heated kiss, licking at his lips, tasting
him again, wanting him.
Kakashi felt them stop and stopped as well, watching the tantalizing situation
unfolding before his eyes.
Confusion swept through Sasuke’s mind again along with the tickling sensation
in his gut, making him want to throw up and come all at the same time. He
couldn’t help himself. He couldn’t help the way his body was responding to
Itachi’s advances. He wasn’t mentally strong enough to resist his aniki. He
could only surrender and feel. Feel the subtle touches of his brother’s hands
gliding under his shirt, tracing up his spine, massaging into his upper back.
Sliding back down again, grasping the cheeks of his ass, grinding his hardened
cock against Sasuke’s quickly forming erection.
“Nii-chan…” Sasuke moaned into Itachi’s mouth, loving the feeling all over
again.
“Itachi,” Kakashi’s voice was firm but low. “We should take this inside.”
Sasuke realized that they were standing out in front of Kakashi’s apartment
building. His face flushed bright red, realizing that he was in the middle of a
very public display of affection with his brother which was a definite ‘no-no’.
What if his parents or someone from his family happened by?
Kakashi ushered the two raven-haired Uchihas into the front door of his
apartment. “I’m gonna go take a quick shower, okay? You guys can help yourself
to some ice cream…as promised.” He caught Sasuke’s gaze and gave him a knowing
wink.
He disappeared and after a short time, the Uchihas heard the shower come on.
“A shower actually sounds really nice right now,” Itachi mused, and eyed Sasuke
still with that flicker of hunger sparkling in his dark eyes.
“Yeah, I guess,” Sasuke could sense the underlying unspoken invitation to give
Kakashi-sensei a pleasant surprise in the shower. How embarrassing that would
be…
But then Sasuke’s mind began to wander, and it was as if Itachi could
immediately sense it, like a bloodthirsty lion senses an injured gazelle from
hundreds of yards away.
“What do you say, otouto?” he breathed, leaning closer and stroked his fingers
down Sasuke‘s forearm tauntingly.
Sasuke found it impossible to resist his older brother and quietly nodded his
head, blushing furiously, feeling his cock stand to attention again.
Itachi stood up and motioned for Sasuke to come with him. He obeyed quietly,
the blood rushing into his cheeks. Itachi stopped in his tracks and turned to
face his brother, studying his adorable features, so delicate, so innocent. The
thick black lashes gracing his beautiful expressive black eyes.
He cupped his brother’s face in his hands, and kissed him tenderly, winding him
up gently, getting ready to play with him and spin him like a top. Sasuke was
responding beautifully to Itachi’s advances now. The initial stage of
embarrassment and insecurity now passed, and Itachi knew he would be letting
them fuck him like a slut in a few hours.
Sasuke was moaning sweetly into his brother’s mouth, pushing his hips toward
the hand on his cock, as Itachi continued with his encouraging words, “Mmm,
that’s hot, otouto. I’ve always wanted to touch you like this…”
“Nii-san…” he groaned clutching at Itachi’s shirt.
Itachi pulled back and smirked at his little brother who was obviously getting
into the whole idea of making out with his brother *and* his sensei.
He followed his brother into Kakashi’s bedroom. There were his sensei’s clothes
in a pile on the floor outside the bathroom door. What did Sasuke expect? That
Kakashi would shower while fully uniformed. This meant that his sensei was
completely naked just inside that door where the steam was gently wafting out
into the bedroom.
Sasuke looked at Itachi as if to say, ‘what do we do now?’
“Okay, otouto. Strip.”
Sasuke looked up at Itachi in surprise and slight horror.
“Huh?!”
“Well, you can’t take a shower with your clothes on, now can you?”
Sasuke shook his head. Then he looked down at his feet. Itachi immediately felt
a wave of dread slip across his mind that Sasuke was getting ready to bolt.
Then his little brother looked back up at him, and Itachi felt as if his
erection would burst through his pants. Sasuke looked up and gave his aniki a
sexy leer.
“You strip me.”
“Oh, Sasuke…” this was going to be a night to remember; for all three of them.
They began the quick and easy task of undressing one another down to their bare
skin. It actually felt good to take their clothes off in the cool apartment. It
had been so damn hot that day, but Itachi hissed anyway at the feeling of the
chilly air against his feverish cock, upon dropping his black pants.
He watched Sasuke’s eyes roving over his body, taking in every inch of his
perfect pale skin, his eyes stopping to rest on Itachi’s thick member, flushed
and swollen with lust for his younger brother and the thoughts of what his cock
would feel like sliding in and out of Sasuke’s virgin ass.
“Hmm. Come here, Sasuke--sexy little Sasuke,” he grinned a slightly wicked
looking grin at his little brother and Sasuke was blushing all over again.
Itachi’s hands roved over the young teen’s body tenderly, grasping his now
naked buttocks and massaging them firmly, spreading one to the side revealing
his sensitive entrance, ghosting a fingertip lightly over it, teasing and
inviting Sasuke to relax.
Sasuke draped his arms around his aniki‘s neck. “Do you think mother and father
will be worried about us?” Sasuke whispered softly into Itachi’s ear, the
roaming fingertip continuing to draw sweet moans and mewls from his lips.
“I wouldn’t worry about mother and father, otouto,” Itachi groaned, his
brother’s lithe body in his arms exciting him to the ’nth degree. “I’ll handle
them. They trust me. They’ll trust that I’m taking care you.”
“Mmmm…aniki…”
“And I’m going to take ‘very good’ care of you, Sasuke…”
Itachi released his brother from their embrace and led him by the hand into the
steamy bathroom. Kakashi was still in the frosted glass enclosure, bathing
away. His head was laid back in the pulsating water and Itachi carefully,
quietly, ever so slowly, motioning for Sasuke to be quiet with a finger to his
mouth, cautioning him to be quiet and holding up his hand for him to wait right
there.
“Itachi…” Sasuke could hear the low sexy voice of his sensei echo softly
through the steam against the marble walls of the shower, “surprise, surprise…”
Itachi disappeared inside the shower, leaving the door cracked just a little,
more steam flowing out into the bathroom, and Sasuke was left alone, naked,
standing in the bathroom. He could see Itachi through the opaque glass of the
shower enclosure immediately latch onto Kakashi’s neck, the taller silver
haired man’s arms embracing his aniki. He could see his brother’s hands groping
at his sensei’s crotch, bringing him to full hardness quickly.
Sasuke could hear his own breathing, as well as his own heartbeat in his ears.
He looked down as his hand stroked at his own erection. He had already came
once that evening. How many times could this happen to a person consecutively?
He had no idea; he only knew that he wanted to find out. His fears were slowly
giving way to curiosity.
Having Kakashi and Itachi touch him at the same time felt really nice. It made
him feel strangely sexy and hot, and like he was in control somehow… they
wanted him. They wanted to touch him, to taste him, and probably to fuck him.
He wanted to feel it again. The thought made him feel heady and intoxicated. He
could hear them whispering and Kakashi’s chuckle was a low rumble in the steamy
shower.
Just then Itachi opened the shower door a bit further, and peeked out at
Sasuke, his hair clung to his face and shoulders in wet tendrils. He motioned
for Sasuke with a crooked finger, “Otouto… come here.” Sasuke obeyed.
He stepped into the steamy heat of the shower, and immediately two sets of
hands were on him, touching him all over, gliding over his wet skin. Itachi’s
hands were fisting his cock, massaging at his balls, his groin and Kakashi was
feeling of and squeezing the cheeks of his ass.
Itachi took the bottle of shower gel and squirted a generous handful into his
right hand. He recapped the bottle, sitting it on the ledge in the hard surface
of the shower and proceeded to rub his hands together, lathering thick suds. He
slid his soap slick hands up his otouto’s chest, over his shoulders to the back
of his neck. Kakashi took Sasuke’s hands and lifted them easily over his head,
holding both wrists with one hand, exposing his body to Itachi, giving him free
reign to do what he wanted.
Sasuke leaned his head back against his sensei’s strong chest and closed his
eyes as Itachi began washing his cock, lathering the soft tendrils of black
hair at the base, softly stroking his balls, then sliding one hand back between
his legs, teasing at his entrance again. Itachi was curious what Sasuke’s
reaction would be when he slid a finger into him.
“Sit down. Sit him in your lap,” Itachi motioned for Kakashi to have a seat on
the marbled ledge in the large shower stall. “How long does your hot water
last?”
Kakashi grinned. “Eh… twenty-five, thirty minutes.”
“Perfect.”
Sasuke was moaning and feeling very relaxed under the warm spray of the shower,
in the able hands of his brother and his teacher. He didn’t have to do
anything. Just relax and let them have their way, and it felt good… so fucking
good.
Kakashi sat down with the younger Uchiha on his lap, the water rushing over
them. Itachi reached above him and adjusted the showerhead to keep from
drowning himself with what he was about to do.
He knelt down against the hard floor of the shower, having rinsed all the soap
from his brother’s body. Sasuke’s pale skin was flushed and pink from the heat
of the shower as well as from his arousal. His impressive erection was jutting
deliciously from his body as Kakashi took his hands in his, intertwining their
fingers, holding them to his mouth, placing reassuring gentle kisses to his
hands and neck, loving the feeling of his young student’s wet slick skin
against his own stiff flesh. His length pressed against the boy’s ass, and slid
pleasingly between the two of them each time Sasuke would shift around to try
and get more friction from Itachi who was teasing him relentlessly.
His older brother was licking at his erection, tasting him, lapping the
premature emissions that continually seeped from the slit in the flared
blushing head. “Mmm. Sasuke, your cock tastes so sweet,” Itachi taunted him as
he ran his fingertip along the crack of his ass, gently pushing at the hole
just a little.
“Ahhh,” Sasuke squirmed on Kakashi’s legs again, drawing a groan from his
sensei as his ass rubbed against the grown man’s hard heated length again.
“Please… aniki.”
He really didn’t even know what he was pleading for, he just knew he wanted
Itachi to do more than play with him. He wanted to feel his brother’s mouth on
his cock, sucking it, making him feel the way he made him feel earlier in the
theater.
Then he felt Itachi’s lips slip over his cockhead, flicking his tongue against
the slit, pressing his tongue into the thin passageway at the end of his cock.
At the same time, he slid his finger into Sasuke’s ass without warning, causing
Sasuke to cry out with that beautiful sound of pleasure mingled with pain.
Perfect, thought Itachi and hummed against the hard pink shaft that was now
engulfed in his mouth. He bobbed up and down, increasing his suction on his
younger brother’s cock, massaging and working his tongue against the thick vein
that ran from the base to the head.
Itachi moaned at the feeling of his finger sliding in and out of Sasuke’s tight
ass. The warm heat quivered around his finger, making his own cock hard as a
rock.
Kakashi peered over Sasuke’s shoulder and looked at Itachi through lazy lust
hazed eyes. “Mmm. Fuck, Itachi, you look good with a cock in your mouth.”
Sasuke nodded his head in agreement although he was shaking so badly at this
point, he could hardly form coherent thoughts in his mind, much less speak.
That familiar heat was coiling in his stomach, that hot pleasurable feeling he
remembered from the movie theater. It built in his abdomen, hotter and thicker
and heavier, until he felt like he would explode.
When his orgasm came, he threw his head back against Kakashi, who readily
claimed his mouth in a passionate open-mouthed tongue to tongue kiss as his
intense release flooded into Itachi’s mouth and down his throat. Itachi seized
the chance to take advantage of the ecstasy Sasuke was feeling to slide another
finger into him, stretching and scissoring his hole, which was reflexively
clenched down, impossibly tight from his orgasm.
“Work him, Itachi. Stretch him good… you don‘t want to hurt him,” Kakashi
murmured to Itachi without looking at him, too caught up in nibbling at
Sasuke’s ear and neck. He was holding Sasuke around his waist now, helping his
shuddering body to remain seated in his lap where he was.
Itachi rose up continuing to plunge his fingers in and out of Sasuke’s ass, to
kiss Kakashi, letting Sasuke’s come run out of his mouth and into Kakashi’s
parted waiting lips. They lapped at each other’s mouths, sharing Sasuke’s
taste, then Itachi moved from the silver haired man’s mouth to his otouto‘s.
“Oh, fuck, yes… Sasuke,” Itachi moaned into his brother’s mouth. “You’re so
fucking *hot*. Do you like that Sasuke? My fingers in your ass? Hmm?”
“Yessss,” Sasuke’s words were breathless, lost in pleasure. Itachi had begun to
fist his overly sensitive cock again.
After Sasuke had resettled back down from the height of his orgasm, Itachi‘s
husky voice echoed against the spray of the water on the marble tiles. “Can you
get down here with me, otouto?”
“Mmm?” Sasuke opened his eyes halfway to look at his aniki.
“Can you get down here in the floor with me?” he repeated in the same voice as
before, sultry and thick.
“Hai,” Kakashi helped him down to kneel beside his brother in the shower.
Sasuke looked disoriented, his eyes misty with that familiar hunger Itachi had
witnessed in his own eyes so many times before.
Itachi looked into his eyes and took his mouth in a wet open kiss, licking and
biting at his lips and chin.
“It’s Kakashi’s turn, okay?” Itachi’s voice was shaky. The situation was
becoming almost more than he could take… it was hotter and dirtier than
anything he’d ever experienced in his life.
He was sucking his brother’s cock while he sat in his sensei’s lap. He was
about to coax Sasuke into helping him give his teacher a blowjob, then he
planned on fucking his virgin brother, before the night was over… before the
night was over, they would all fuck.
“Touch it like this…” Itachi took Kakashi’s heavy cock in his hand and began to
stroke it lovingly, leaning toward it and giving it a slow languorous lick.
“Come on, otouto… don’t be shy,” he coaxed him to sit next to him between
Kakashi’s legs. “Just lick it like you lick a popsicle… mmm… yeah… that’s it.
You like popsicles, don’t you, Sasuke?”
Sasuke went to work, licking, kissing and sucking at his teacher’s hard hot
flesh; his and Itachi’s tongues meeting one another ever so often. When this
would happen, it was all they could do to keep their mouths on the column of
flesh and not on each other. Both were overcome with the need to feel contact
from the other’s body, in any way, and thus managed to find a way to fondle one
another’s cocks with their hand that was not holding Kakashi’s slick member or
stroking his smooth balls.
Kakashi looked down at the two brothers going at his cock like it was a huge
piece of candy. The look of lust on the faces of the two raven haired teens
made that uncontrollable building of heat begin in his groin. Without thinking,
he thrust his hips toward their mouths.
“Take it Itachi…” he moaned as the older took his cock deeply into his mouth,
eliciting a fussy whimper from Sasuke, angry suddenly because Itachi was
getting more.
Kakashi couldn’t help but think they looked like hungry kittens fighting over
their mother’s milk, a thought which aroused him like no other and sent his
orgasm exploding out the tip of his cock and into the warm wetness of Itachi’s
mouth. Itachi was normally greedy, but tonight, he allowed Kakashi’s come to
run out of his mouth and down his shaft so Sasuke could have a taste.
“Mmmm. Lick that, Sasuke,” Itachi murmured to his brother. “Kakashi tastes
extra good,” and together they lapped up the creamy white liquid running down
the sides of his cock. When they were finished, Sasuke laid his head on
Kakashi’s thigh, as if worshipping him.
“It’s aniki’s turn now?” Sasuke moaned softly, causing Itachi’s erection to
throb and twitch.
Satisfied that they had cleaned Kakashi well enough, Itachi rose to a standing
position over Sasuke. He turned his back to Kakashi who was still seated lazily
on the marble bench in the shower watching the two younger boys like they were
his own personal sex show, and straddled his lap, not sitting, but still
standing. “Suck me Sasuke while Kakashi fingers my ass,” his voice was calm,
calculated, strangely though, considering the level of arousal he was feeling
at the moment.
Sasuke scooted over into the proximity of his brother’s cock sticking out
stiffly from his hips, swaying beautifully when he moved. The soft black hair
surrounding it was wet and made it look extra tantalizing to Sasuke. Kakashi
had already reached around, instinctively and began the slide his fist up and
down the rock-hardness of Itachi, wondering to himself, how two people could be
so fucking sexy at one time.
Kakashi waited for Sasuke to take over Itachi’s cock, then after hearing
Itachi’s soft low groans, and knowing Sasuke had taken it into his mouth, he
spread Itachi’s perfectly round, pale ass cheeks apart to reveal that beautiful
sensitive pink entrance. His cock began to harden again almost immediately,
imagining himself being engulfed in that tight slick heat, as he had been so
many times before.
Itachi reached around and spread his own ass cheeks for Kakashi, pushing his
ass up and closer to Kakashi’s body, allowing him easy access and felt a long
wet finger slide in.
A most arousing view, Kakashi thought to himself, Itachi’s ass right in his
face. His finger disappearing in and out of that hot ring of muscle looked
purely tasty. He abandoned all self-control and pressed his face into Itachi’s
crack, licking and tasting around his finger as it slid slickly in and out of
his beautiful asshole.
Itachi was moaning, out Sasuke’s name now. Kakashi smiled to himself, wishing
he could see the little Uchiha with his mouth crammed full of cock for the
first time. He was certain that would be a pretty, pretty sight.
After a moment’s thought, he decided he shouldn’t miss out on the opportunity
of the pleasurable view, and leaned around Itachi’s slender hips and watched as
Sasuke went at his brother’s cock like a dying man going after his last meal.
Kakashi looked up to catch Itachi’s eye and smirked at him. The smirk was
returned as well as the whisper, “He likes it…” before closing his eyes and
letting his head fall back in ecstasy.
“Mmm. So good, Sasuke,” Kakashi reassured him, “You’re making your aniki feel
very good.”
Sasuke moaned his appreciation.
“Do you want to swallow my come, otouto?” Itachi groaned as he looked down to
admire the way his brother’s beautiful mouth looked with a hard cock sliding
lightly in and out of it.
Sasuke nodded. He would do anything to please his aniki and his sensei. To make
them feel good… to make them feel the way he had felt earlier.
His own cock twitched and hardened delightfully under this newly discovered and
arousing way he could make his brother feel good. Thoughts flashed through his
mind of how he could suck Itachi like this every time they took a shower
together, in their bed together at night, when their parents weren’t home. He
could feel the thrill of chills racing up his spine and out the top of his
head.
Sucking Itachi’s cock. It made him feel special and wanted by his aniki like
never before. So Sasuke suddenly felt very pleased and content with all this.
This would make Itachi love him… he would give Itachi sexual favors, and Itachi
would in turn give him the attention he had always desired from his brother. It
seemed like a win-win situation to him.
And whether Kakashi would want said favors from him in the future… that
remained to be seen. But he decided then and there that he would gladly give
them to Kakashi as well and anytime he wanted them. This was actually fun, and
it felt incredible!
“Give me your hand, otouto…”
Itachi had taken Sasuke’s hand that was not wrapped around his cock. Sasuke had
really not realized he had done it, so caught up in his own thoughts of sucking
cock and future favors. Itachi was now sucking loudly on Sasuke’s long fingers,
licking up and down them, running his tongue between them, tempting him in
every way imaginable, pinching and twisting at his own nipples with his other
hand, while Kakashi continued shoving his fingers into the elder Uchiha’s ass.
He had three in all the way, sliding heavily in and out now, becoming more
forceful with his thrusts, raking his fingertips over Itachi’s prostate, making
his legs to shake and moans of ecstasy hum around Sasuke’s fingers against his
tongue.
“Come for us, Itachi. You beautiful fucking *bitch*,” Kakashi groaned against
Itachi’s hip.
Sasuke’s eyes opened and widened at the use of such language, but then seeing
that Itachi moaned like he loved it, thrusting into Sasuke’s mouth harder at
Kakashi’s dirty use of words, he rolled his eyes closed and let himself slip
into an ecstatic state of frenzied sucking on his brother’s cock.
Soon after that, Sasuke was roused again from his dreamy sucking state, eyes
popping open by a loud smack that sounded like flesh slapping against wet
flesh. He looked up in time to see Itachi throw his head back and cry out as
Kakashi massaged Itachi’s ass cheek. He tried to tilt his head to the side to
see what had just happened, he knew he’d heard a smack like slap, but where did
it originate from?
He watched as Kakashi focused on Itachi’s ass again and there it was again.
Kakashi had slapped the hell out of Itachi’s ass… again. Sasuke was suddenly
completely confused, not knowing what in the world was going on, but his mind
quickly deduced that Itachi was enjoying being spanked by Kakashi, because he
was whining loudly shoving his ass up impossibly close to Kakashi’s face, and
*begging for him to do it again*.
*SMACK!*
With the third slap against his ass, Sasuke felt Itachi’s cock stiffen in his
mouth, and then his tongue was being covered with his brother’s salty warm wet
cum, filling his mouth, washing over his taste buds and down his throat. He
sucked and swallowed. The taste wasn’t really all that unpleasant, and the
cries of his name from Itachi made it all the more worth it.
“Oh god! Sasuke!”
Sasuke swallowed the last of Itachi’s come and pulled heavily off his cock,
leaving Itachi to collapse in Kakashi’s lap, looking totally spent.
Sasuke gripped his sensei’s spread knees, looking up into the indolent
mismatched eyes above him.
“Good job, Sasuke,” his teacher smiled lazily at him, as he pushed some of the
wet hair out of the little raven’s eyes.
 
 
~
PART TWO
 
“Yes mother, Sasuke is fine… Yes I’m sure…” Itachi reached out to join Kakashi
in stroking his brother’s hardening cock as he lay sprawled on his sensei’s bed
completely naked and still damp from the shower.
“Yes, Kakashi-sensei said it would be fine with him if we stayed over tonight…
Yes… Yes… Alright… See you in the morning… Goodnight mother.”
Itachi’s one sided conversation was held on the telephone beside Kakashi’s bed.
His eyes roamed up and down his brother’s expanse of pale skin, enjoying the
way his nipples looked as Kakashi’s tongue flicked across the firm pink nubs.
His younger brother’s body arched beautifully into Kakashi’s touches, as Itachi
placed the telephone back onto its cradle and stood by the bed watching his
brother’s teacher fondle his cock.
“Do you like it when Kakashi touches you like that, Sasuke?”
A whimpered nod was the only answer he got. Sasuke was completely relaxed,
completely loving everything that Kakashi was doing to him.
Itachi smiled, not taking his eyes off the show taking place on the bed.
“Your brother is a pervert, and likes to watch, Sasuke..” Kakashi droned in the
young teen’s ear. “…likes to watch me lick you,” he gave Sasuke’s neck a lick
and a soft playful bite. “Do you know what I would like, Sasuke?”
Coal black eyes turned to meet Kakashi’s mismatched ones. The jounin held his
gaze, pausing for a moment, anticipating the teen’s answer. Sasuke didn’t
speak, but shook his head and patiently waited to hear what his sensei liked.
“I would like to watch Itachi’s cock fucking a tight ass,” he gripped one cheek
of Sasuke’s ass, making it perfectly clear whose tight ass it was that he was
referring to. Sasuke pressed up into his sensei’s body causing their erections
to rub against each other. “Oh, yeah, Sasuke… you feel so good.”
“Hmph.” Itachi snirked at the view on the bed. Sasuke was a gorgeous; docile
and submissive as a kitten, and Itachi was completely enjoying the way his
little brother looked, beneath the sexual manipulations of his teacher. The way
he had reacted to the blow job that Itachi had given him earlier, and the way
he was responding now to Kakashi’s touches was indeed a beautiful thing.
Eager to ease his way in to the action, Itachi began to stroke his cock lazily,
watching his enigmatic fellow ANBU captain molest and manhandle his sexy little
brother beneath him.
The scene for the night was set. Itachi Uchiha, arguably the most dangerous,
(and beautiful) ninja in Konoha, standing stark naked beside the bed, running
his hand gracefully along the thick shaft of his cock as Konoha’s other most
dangerous (and desirable) shinobi, Kakashi Hatake took advantage of the
smaller, but all too willing teenager.
“Finger him, Kakashi…” Itachi whispered as he leaned over to the night table
drawer to retrieve the lubricant that he knew was stashed there.
He had been fingered, fucked and filled by Kakashi Hatake more times than he
could count, and he loved the feeling of the older man’s long slender fingers
pressing deep inside his tight heat, massaging that sweet bundle of nerves that
brought him such indescribable pleasure.
What a good brother he was, he commended himself mentally. He wanted Sasuke to
experience that same delicious feeling that his sensei could provide for him as
well.
The older Uchiha crawled up onto the bed and straddled Sasuke’s leg, pushing
one wide apart from the other one as Kakashi pushed his other leg back to
reveal his tender pink pucker. It was adorably perfect, untouched by hands or
cock… but that was all about to change.
Kakashi held out his hand and Itachi squeezed the tiny opaque bottle over his
fingers until the pinkish lube covered his pale digits. He rubbed his fingers
together, coating them heavily with the warming lotion.
He slid his middle and forefinger along the cleft of Sasuke’s ass, slicking him
from front to back, then teased at the tiny little wrinkly folds in the skin
around his entrance. Sasuke eased his head back, arching his neck, and
squeezing at Kakashi’s shoulder, mewling at what was merely the beginnings of
his sexual experience.
“Horny little Sasuke…” Itachi crooned, grinning up at his baby brother.
“Kakashi’s going to slide his fingers into you, and get you ready for nii-san’s
big hard cock… okay, otouto?”
“Ahhh… ‘tachiiii…” Sasuke’s words were pitched in a low lustful growl, strung
out across his heavily aroused breathing, as he reached out for his older
brother wanting to feel Itachi’s amazing body against him.
Itachi slid up face to face with Sasuke, nuzzling against his cheek with his
nose and mouth, dragging his tongue along Sasuke’s skin in a salacious lick,
pulling more deliciously strained cries from his brother’s moist lips.
“Mmm… Sasuke…,” he whispered against his ear, nipping at the soft tender lobe.
“Let’s fuck…”
The older Uchiha burrowed his face through the soft damp raven hair, loving the
smell of his brother’s hair and skin; the moisture was serving to bringing out
the soft sexy smell of Sasuke’s sweet desire; warm whispers of the smell of
need—Sasuke’s need.
Itachi slid his hand delicately downward along his brother’s lightly muscled
hairless chest, licking and biting teasingly at his needy mouth, tracing his
fingertip in semi-circles around a tenderly sensitive, deliciously hot aching
cock that twitched and stomach muscles that shuddered at the slightest contact.
Sasuke struggled and twisted into their touches, begging for more contact from
both of them, when he suddenly felt a strange sensation against his back
entrance. He knew it was Kakashi’s finger sliding into his incredibly tight
puckered entrance. He spread his legs wider for Kakashi, causing the older man
to groan at the sight of innocent trusting Sasuke, allowing them both to have
their way with him and using his own body language to beg for more from the two
older men.
Sasuke had ran his own hand down to find the silver haired jounin’s hand, with
one finger thrusting with slick ease, in and out of his ass, and began to
stroke it, touching the hand that pleasured him, pleading for more. It was then
that his sensei slid his finger out and took Sasuke’s own finger, guided it to
his own hole, and pushed it in slowly, teaching him how to indulge himself.
The young teen quickly lost control. He plunged his finger in and out, not at
the excruciatingly slow pace of Kakashi, but fingered himself faster, more
fervently, as if he already knew that he liked it rough. Kakashi quickly
grabbed the lube and squirted it over Sasuke’s plunging finger, then slicked
his own again and slid his longest digit in with his student’s, and together
with Sasuke, fingered his ass.
Itachi, who was not interested in being left out of ‘team-fingering’ Sasuke,
and so slid his own hand down to the entanglement of fingers and easily found
the spot for his own finger to fit into his otouto’s juicy lube-slicked ass.
Sasuke cried out at the intense pressure that three fingers pistoning in and
out of him was causing. He wasn’t sure exactly which finger it was that was
responsible for the blinding white light that flashed across his vision,
leaving sparkles of heavenly glowing particles in their wake, but the feeling
was divine and he was immediately squirting wet streamers of white hot seed
across his stomach, which Itachi and Kakashi all but fought over to lap at with
their tongues.
“Oh, fuck! Mmm… Sasuke… you’re so hot, aren’t you?” Kakashi’s voice was sultry
and deep as he ran his tongue languidly through the white drippings across his
pupil’s stomach. “Mmm. He tastes sooo good. Goddammit, Itachi…” he looked up at
the long haired Uchiha who had momentarily abandoned his task of fighting for
the greater part of Sasuke’s cum to look Kakashi in the eyes, “he tastes
*exactly* like you.” Kakashi groaned in mock amazement.
And then their mouths were open and leisurely, unhurriedly, they licked tongues
together in front of Sasuke’s face, over his chest, sharing his semen between
them like it was the sweetest cream on earth. Kakashi ran his fingers into the
small puddle and brought his fingers up to slip them into Itachi’s open mouth,
feeding him, causing the older boy to moan as Kakashi worked to satisfy their
perverted appetites.
Once they were satisfied that Sasuke was clean enough for their liking, Kakashi
took the lube in his hand and slicked his impossibly hard length. The man had a
huge cock, and Sasuke decided that he loved the way it looked. Kakashi’s pale
slender but muscular frame was flawless other than the shiny pink scars
scattered here and there across his stomach and on his arms and legs. But, his
cock was his crowning glory, Sasuke decided after looking at him completely
naked.
The head of it was nice and thick, as was the shaft. The length was slightly
longer than Itachi’s, but somehow, the color of it was different… a deeper pink
color than Itachi’s and encircled with a soft thatch of silvery gray curls that
Sasuke thought looked very sexy.
“Mmm… sit up, Sasuke,” Kakashi instructed him softly. “I want you to watch your
brother ride my cock. Watch closely, now, and use your Sharingan if you need
to, because when he’s done riding me, *you’re going to ride him*.”
“Hn,” Itachi groaned as he got up on his knees to lube himself up in
preparation for Kakashi’s enormous erection. The intense pleasure that Kakashi
always inflicted on him was unmatched. There was *no one* in the village that
he would let fuck him except for Kakashi.
The older jounin sit back next to Sasuke, reclining at the head of the bed,
propped up on the soft pillows there, and waited, his eyes signaling to Itachi
that it was time for him to prep himself.
Itachi squirted some lube on his fingers and turned around to position himself
on all fours in front of his little brother, and Kakashi.
Kakashi looked over at Sasuke whose glassy eyes and glossy cock were evidence
that he loved what he was seeing in front of him.
His brother’s ass-- his brother’s beautiful, perfectly round, perfectly toned
ass was pushed up and Itachi had wasted no time thrusting in, letting his
fingers slide in and out, stretching himself gently as he growled and panted in
response to his own touches.
He looked back over his shoulder at Sasuke.
“Wanna lick?” he asked his brother with a smirk.
Sasuke’s head jerked to attention. He looked at Itachi, then up at Kakashi who
was fisting his own cock and teasing at his balls, as if to wonder if his
brother was joking or not.
Kakashi nodded and nudged him. “Go ahead, Sasuke. Have a taste. That’s flavored
lube--Juicy Melon. Don’t worry,” he coaxed the boy, “it’s edible… but I can
promise you that your brother tastes much better than anything you can buy at
the store.”
Sasuke got up and leaned forward to spread Itachi’s ass cheeks apart. Itachi
slid his fingers out and arched his back hard, thrusting his ass nearer to
Sasuke’s face. “Go ahead, otouto. Taste me,” he growled over his shoulder at
the younger boy.
Sasuke leaned in and with the pointed end of his tongue timidly licked a few
circles around the puckered hole.
“Flat tongue now, Sasuke… long strokes,” Kakashi instructed him, “oh hell yeah…
that’s it, Sasuke… mmm… let me taste you Sasuke while you lick your brother.”
And with that, Sasuke could feel his own ass being spread wide again, by his
teacher’s warm hands, opening him up, and licking at his virgin entrance. With
each languid lick and each wet stroke, Sasuke mimicked Kakashi. Each time
Kakashi would thrust his tongue unbelievably hard into Sasuke’s ass, Sasuke
would press his tongue into Itachi’s.
After both Uchihas were thoroughly rimmed, their asses wet-slick with saliva
mingled with the sweet lubricant, Kakashi sit back to admire the shimmering
wetness on Sasuke’s quivering virgin hole. “Let’s fuck, Itachi…”
Sasuke went back to his position beside Kakashi against the headboard, watching
in fevered anticipation of what his brother was about to do to his teacher, and
what he was expected to do to his brother next.
“Put it on, Itachi,” Kakashi whispered, having been rummaging through the night
table next to him, and came out with what looked to Sasuke like a soft black
piece of leather. It looked like a thin leather bracelet with a snap. He
watched half crazed out of his mind with lust, half wondering what the hell
this thing was, as Itachi took the odd looking leather strap and wrapped it
around the base of his shaft, snugly including his smooth round balls into the
tiny leather ‘belt’ as well, and snapped it closed.
“What’s that?” Sasuke whispered, his eyes wide.
“This otouto, is a cock-ring.”
“Wha-what’s it for?”
“It keeps me from coming for a long time, Sasuke… until I take it off that is.
This way… Kakashi can fuck me, and I won’t come, and I’ll still be big and hard
and *more* than ready to do you when it’s your turn,” Itachi leered sexily at
Sasuke.
Sasuke couldn’t take his eyes off the way Itachi’s cock looked strapped with
that black leather around it. It was making him unbelievably hard, and he
wanted desperately to suck his brother’s cock again and feel that wonderful hot
flesh against his tongue.
His brother’s cock seemed to grow even bigger and darker than it was before.
Sasuke deduced that it was something to do with that ring-thing… he didn’t
know, but he liked it… a lot.
“Nnnh… fuck Itachi… you look so fucking hot,” Kakashi’s voice was deep and
sexy. “You make me want to do it all night.”
“That’s what this is for…” Itachi simpered, running his fingertip gently around
the leather ring.
Sasuke watched as his brother’s pale lithe frame straddled his teacher’s
equally tan-less slender body, and positioned himself carefully over the rock
hard cock that belonged to the older man.
“Watch this Sasuke…” Itachi murmured.
“Get behind him Sasuke, so you can see it, when it goes in,” Kakashi groaned,
and Sasuke quickly obeyed.
Through lust hazed eyes, Sasuke watched as his sensei’s cock easily slid into
his brother’s tiny entrance, stretching nicely to accommodate Kakashi’s large
member. This was obviously nothing new to Itachi. He slid right down on the
huge fleshy hot cock, impaling himself completely on it in one stroke.
“Holy shit,” Sasuke whispered, wide-eyed with lust and amazement. He was
completely amazed that such a big thing would go into such a tiny place. He was
completely amazed at how good it looked stretching Itachi open so widely. It
looked so *fucking* good, he thought to himself. He wanted to see it going in
and out. He wanted to touch it… he wanted to… *feel what that felt like*.
Itachi looked back over his shoulder at his little brother. “Like it?” he asked
in a softly teasing voice. Sasuke nodded vigorously, blushing wildly.
He watched as Itachi braced his arms on Kakashi’s chest and experimentally slid
up and down on Kakashi’s cock a few times to let Sasuke watch what real
penetration looked like. He looked over his shoulder to make sure he could see
Sasuke’s expression. The look was priceless. His mouth hung open, his eyes
completely focused on his brother’s ass engulfing Kakashi’s monster over and
over and over again.
Itachi groaned at the feeling of being crammed full of Kakashi’s cock. It was a
feeling he loved. It made him feel so damn good--high like a drug. So tight
like he might burst open at the seams.
What was that? He suddenly felt a small hand slide around his waist, and the
other glide across his ass cheek, squeezing it tightly then on it before moving
down to massage Kakashi’s balls. “I--I wanna touch you…” Sasuke whispered
against Itachi’s back, running his tongue across Itachi’s shoulder blade.
“Please… let me touch you…” He softly bit Itachi’s shoulder, making his brother
groan out at the heady feeling of being the center attention.
Itachi slowed his fucking of Kakashi and let his head fall back against
Sasuke’s small shoulder, leaning up to nibble at the younger Uchiha’s neck.
“Mmm… yesss… touch me Sasuke. Touch me anywhere… anyway you want to.”
Sasuke’s hand slid around Itachi’s hotly engorged cock and toyed with the cock-
ring for a moment before letting his hand ease up to the tip and massage at it
with the tips of his fingers, stringing what little pre-come had managed to
make its way past the barrier of the ring, out from it.
“It’s so hard!” Sasuke whispered in amazement at the rigidness of his brother’s
dick.
“Do you like it?” Itachi whispered back to him.
“Mmm… yeah… does it… feel good? …with that thing on it?”
“Oh… yes otouto…” Itachi roughly stroked his hand up his shaft, “it feels *very
good*.”
“Oh, aniki…” Sasuke blushed deep red and looked down, suddenly feeling the need
to touch himself to try to relieve some of the pressure that was building in
his gut.
“Sasuke,” Kakashi groaned, ready for Itachi to get the show on the road. “Why
don’t you come and let me suck that pretty cock of yours while your brother
rides me. I feel like coming…”
A look of surprise graced Sasuke’s delicate features and his cheeks flushed
again, that beautiful shade of pink that became him so preciously.
“H-how?” Sasuke felt like such a stupid beginner. He totally had no idea how
all of this worked, but he was willing to try whatever they offered him,
because so far… everything felt terribly good.
“Straddle my face… come on… trust me,” Kakashi was slipping back into sensei
mode, guiding and reassuring Sasuke that this was alright. “That’s it… now
brace yourself on the headboard… mmm… yeah…” Sasuke’s cock was perfectly
aligned with Kakashi’s mouth. Never mind that he felt so embarrassed about all
this; embarrassed and aroused at the same time.
He tried it out a few times, thrusting lightly into his sensei’s mouth,
shuddering at the feeling of that warm wet heat, and that talented tongue
possessed by his teacher, slipping and sliding all around his cock, sucking
hard on his shaft. He felt Kakashi grip his hips and begin to guide him in and
out, pushing and pulling him gently, working up a nice rhythm. This was like
fucking Kakashi’s mouth he decided, and furthermore decided that he really
liked this. This felt entirely too yummy. He wanted to come in Kakashi’s mouth.
The thought of shooting his load all over his teacher’s face made him shudder
from head to toe, lust rolling down his spine.
He could feel and hear that Itachi was riding Kakashi behind him, but he
couldn’t see. He turned his head to try to look over his shoulder, but could
only catch the view from his peripheral vision.
Itachi was slamming himself down on Kakashi forcefully; Sasuke could hear their
skin smacking together with each connection, could hear Itachi moaning and
whispering sweet obscenities about how much he loved to feel Kakashi’s big hard
cock up his tight ass, and how he loved to watch Sasuke mouth-fuck Kakashi… and
all sorts of terribly nasty… terribly tantalizing things that made Sasuke even
hornier. The fact that Kakashi was humming and groaning around his cock didn’t
help matters either.
He felt Itachi’s fuck tempo slow to a leisurely, torturous pace, and could tell
that Itachi was fumbling around for something. He wondered vaguely what was
going on, and then he quickly realized exactly what his brother was doing as he
felt two long slender fingers slide slickly into his ass again.
Itachi began to ride Kakashi hard again, sliding his fingers in and out of
Sasuke’s ass in the same rhythm. Sasuke couldn’t take it anymore…
“Please! Itachiiiii! Please fuck me…” He needed to feel something more
substantial in his ass. The fingers just weren’t enough anymore. He needed
Itachi’s cock inside him, and he needed it *right then*. He felt crazy with
lust and desire as he pulled out of Kakashi’s mouth with a loud wet *thwap* and
moved back to try to position himself over his brother’s hard hot cock.
“Oh, Sasuke… you want me to fuck you *now*?” Itachi groaned playfully as he
stilled his movements against Kakashi momentarily while he gripped Sasuke’s
pale slender hips and guided him over the head of his swollen heated member.
“Yes… now!” Sasuke whined trying hard to push himself onto his brother’s
erection.
“Wait just… one second… Sasuke. Let me slick up here. I don’t want to hurt
you.”
“Nnnngh… I don’t *care* if you hurt me! Just fuck me!”
“Trust me, Sasuke…” Itachi spoke softly and truthfully. “You’ll care.”
He finished slicking himself, and pulled Sasuke back over his cock and nudged
until he found the tiny wrinkled indention that lead to that most delicious
place.
“Okay, are you ready?” Itachi nuzzled the head of his cock around in circles
teasing his brother’s entrance hoping to help him relax. “Now I want you to
relax, okay… it’s going to hurt a little… but if it hurts really bad… or the
pain is very sharp, I want you to tell me to stop… okay?”
“Hai.” Sasuke was shaking, trying hard to press against his brother. Kakashi
took Sasuke’s small hands and threaded his warm callused fingers into his
student‘s.
“Hold on to me okay. You can grip me hard if you need to. Don’t worry about
hurting me…” he smiled tenderly at Sasuke, but the unmistakable signature of
sexual need was written plainly across his features. He wanted to see Sasuke
get fucked by his beautiful brother. He wanted to watch his face contort in
pain and give way to that tortured look of pure pleasure that only fucking
could render.
Sasuke gave his sensei’s hands a voluntary squeeze. He suddenly felt strong
holding hands with his sensei like that. It made him feel oddly powerful; like
he could do anything as long as Kakashi would be there for him like that.
“Okay, otouto… nnnh… take a deep breath on three… one… two… three.”
Sasuke breathed in deeply, and he felt the blunt head of Itachi’s cock press
hard into him. He felt it meet resistance and he felt his brother press down
harder on his hips, forcing him down until the head slid in. He couldn’t deny
the burning sensation upon Itachi’s penetrating the tight band of muscle.
He gripped Kakashi’s hands in a death grip and squeezed his eyes shut tightly.
The breath that came out on his exhalation was ragged and laced with whimpers
as Itachi helped him to bounce gently up and down on his cock, slowly but
surely opening that tender hot passageway to make room for the huge intruder.
A few movements later, he was fully seated on Itachi’s achingly hard cock, with
a couple of teardrops managing to slip their way out of Sasuke’s eyes.
“Mmm… that’s good otouto. The worst part is over,” Itachi encouraged him as he
reached around to massage Sasuke’s member, helping him to relax.
“Just try to relax, okay…” Itachi whispered, licking and biting softly against
his brother’s milky white shoulder, nuzzling into his soft raven hair. “You
feel so good, Sasuke. So tight and hot… mmm… yeah…” Itachi gave a gentle thrust
upward, enjoying the cry that it pushed from his little brother’s mouth.
“Oh, fuck yeah…” Kakashi groaned as Itachi was finally moving again. His own
throbbing cock was fully ready to fuck… all sex systems in his body were in the
‘on’ position.
Kakashi let go of Sasuke’s hands and let them glide down to toy with his
nipples, pinching and twisting them for a moment, pulling them out from his
body roughly until they were hard and deep pink, then down to his narrow hips.
“Nnnh… yeah… ride him Sasuke… ride your big brother’s cock…” Sasuke threw his
head back against his brother’s shoulder as Kakashi helped guide his hips up
and down on Itachi’s pulsating member.
Each time Itachi would rise up off Kakashi’s cock, he would in essence thrust
up into Sasuke’s ass, and in turn, Kakashi would push Sasuke down hard. The two
jounin set the fuck pace, hard and fast. Their timing was perfect, their
movements distinctly complementing one another’s. Kakashi was fucking Itachi.
Itachi was riding Kakashi while he was fucking Sasuke. Sasuke was riding Itachi
with the help of Kakashi.
“Ho! SHIT!!!!” Sasuke cried out as Itachi’s ringed cock slammed against his
prostate over and over again. His body shook uncontrollably, and he realized
that Kakashi had a tight grip on his cock. He quickly understood that the
inevitable orgasm that insisted on coming, could in no way escape him as long
as his sensei held onto his shaft like that.
“Kakashiii! Let me come… pleeeeease….”
“Not yet Sasuke…” he groaned huskily. “Not until I’m ready… nnnnh.”
They continued the three-way fucking, blowing Sasuke’s mind for what seemed
like such a long time. He was being tortured sexually by the two older men,
from both ends, and they were loving it. There was no question, by the look on
Kakashi’s face, and by the moans of ecstasy coming from Itachi… (who happened
to have the best end of the deal because he was fucking AND getting fucked),
that they were both in heaven.
Sasuke would have never denied how damn good, no, how fucking awesome it could
feel, but he didn’t think he could take much more. So he decided that a tantrum
was in order and maybe they would stop with this exquisite suffering they were
putting him through. Itachi’s hand quickly clamped hard over Sasuke’s mouth on
the first scream that threatened to break free from him, mainly to stop any
neighbors from hearing their questionable act.
“Take it off, Itachi,” Kakashi rasped out as he prepared to release Sasuke, as
well as for his own climax that he’d been managing to stave off for about the
last ten minutes.
Itachi’s hand reached down between his body and that of his only brother, and
unsnapped tight leather strap. He was immediately shooting burning hot seed
into Sasuke filling him with so much cum, it was covering Sasuke’s insides and
spilling out onto Itachi and Kakashi under him.
Itachi held Sasuke fast against him, not allowing him to move as he felt
Kakashi’s cum pour into him. This was the part of sex that loved more than any
other part: being filled with that heated liquid, filling his insides full,
watching the pained look on Kakashi’s face give way to sweet release and relief
as he slumped back into the pillow, breathing so hard.
Kakashi’s adeptly skilled hand released its hold on Sasuke’s pink swollen cock
and he came with a shout, crying out to god as strings of white pearls ripped
from his slit, covering Kakashi’s stomach with his own sweet resolution.
Itachi gently pushed Sasuke off him, whimpering as his own softening cock slid
heavily from his baby brother’s abused asshole. He pushed him down to land in
his own come still straddling Kakashi’s chest.
“You two are killing me…” Kakashi grinned as he closed his eyes, thinking how
sublime it would be right now, to go to sleep.
“I guess that means you’ll die a happy man, ne?” Itachi teased him, pulling off
Kakashi and pulling Sasuke into his arms beside Kakashi on the bed.
They lay there, the three of them breathing softly, appetites satiated, drained
of all energy, for the time being.
Itachi and Kakashi were slowly, easily sliding away into that peaceful place
where dreams light the way and the gentle calm darkness, known as sleep,
envelopes its victim happily and readily, then they felt a hard nudge from the
teen in the middle of them.
“Hey. Who wants some ice cream?”
“Ahhhhggg,” Kakashi moaned.
“I was thinking more along the lines of a blanket,” Itachi groaned and cuddled
up tight to Sasuke.
“Ewww! Get off! You’re all wet and nasty.”
“It’s your fault, otouto.”
“I’m getting up,” Sasuke mumbled as he clambered out of the bed and headed for
the kitchen.
“What I wouldn’t give to be sixteen again,” Kakashi mused.
“Hokkaido Melon, here I come,” Sasuke rambled, grinning from ear to ear,
completely butt-naked and headed for the refrigerator to get some of that
delicious cold creamy dessert.
He stopped at the door and looked back at the two men who were most important
people to him in his life… and always would be.
“Oi… keep the bed warm for me… I’m coming back,” and with that he gave his soft
cock a hard stroke, making sure the both knew what he meant.
“Oh god. We’ve created a monster,” Kakashi growled as he rolled over to snuggle
up to the beautiful warm body beside him.
“Hmm,” Itachi grinned while his eyes remained closed. “Maybe between the two of
us, we can keep him taken care of.”
~end
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