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Itachi let out the smallest sigh of relief as he parted ways with Kisame. They’d been out on a reconnaissance mission for weeks now and he was ready to take off the heavy cloak Nagato insisted they all wear. The thought of the red haired leader made his cheeks flush a little. He couldn’t help but quicken his pace, excited to see the man he’d been missing since he left. The safe house reserved for the two of them was up ahead. It didn’t feel right to call it home, with all the moving they did, but Nagato and Itachi had settled themselves so deeply into the place that they’d both taken to referring to it as such when it was just the two of them. The others knew this particular place was for them. Even Konan didn’t enter their space unless expressly invited.
The wind blew through the trees as Itachi stood in front of the house. He let his face remain unmoved, despite the excitement in his gut. He’d missed Nagato so much, but he’d missed his master even more. It was a rare occurrence that Itachi felt the need to purposely rile up Nagato. Usually, he left all initiations of intimacy up to the red head, not wanting to disturb the balance they had created. Today, he wanted to change that. He’d spent weeks without even talking to Nagato and the nights when he slept spent dreaming about him. He needed something drastic today and he intended to guarantee he got it.
From the outside, the place looked abandoned. Weeds just overgrown enough to look as if no one had touched it in years. The place was dusty, signs of rotting evident on the porch. Thick curtains on the inside were drawn, guaranteeing no one would see anything or anyone inside in case someone decided to look. Itachi stepped carefully, as he always did, through the weeds to the porch. The familiar creak of the wood was inviting as he moved up the steps. He opened the door and quickly slipped inside, shutting and locking it behind him. The place was dimly lit with some old lamps. Itachi could smell a warm meal being prepared. He smiled as he slipped his shoes off and hung up his cloak next to Nagato’s identical one.
Itachi carefully walked through the small house and rounded the corner to see Nagato finish plating the food he’d just finished making.
“Welcome home.” Nagato said, not looking up but giving a small grin anyway.
“Thank you,” Itachi spoke softly, passively. He was trying to act as non-chalant as he could, something that was usually easy for him, but he couldn’t help thinking Nagato had made that quality about him crack more than once.
He took a seat on the floor, crossing his legs as he waited for Nagato to bring over their plates.
Within a few seconds, Nagato had crossed the room, setting each plate carefully on their small table. He let his left hand brush across Itachi’s shoulder as he pulled it away, before taking his spot across from Itachi. Itachi tensed his muscles, refusing to react like he normally would. He held his mouth in a thin line, reaching out and picking up his set of chopsticks and beginning to eat.
Nagato’s eyebrows furrowed for a split second, before he shrugged it off as Itachi being exhausted. He had been gone for weeks while Nagato was here, making sure everyone was being taken care of. Nagato reassured himself and started eating.
“How was the mission?” Nagato asked.
Itachi shrugged, not making eye contact, “It was okay. It went as well as usual.”
“Kisame wasn’t any trouble?”
“No. We didn’t run into anything to trigger his short fuse.”
Nagato nodded, “That’s good. It must’ve taken the stress off of you then.”
Itachi nodded, swallowing a mouthful of food, “It was quite peaceful, yeah.”
“I’m sure you’re still glad to be home, though.”
“Everyone loves coming home.”
Nagato frowned, “So you didn’t miss me?”
Itachi felt the side of his mouth twitch, almost threatening a satisfied smile. This was going perfectly.
“I don’t know, master. Did you miss me?”
Nagato’s hand stopped midair, holding a piece of food between his chopsticks. He glanced up, watching Itachi continue eating and refusing to make eye contact. Oh, he thought, so that’s what’s going on. He felt the urge to let out a small chuckle. It seems Itachi was feeling bold today.
“Well, who wouldn’t miss their perfect pet?” Nagato asked, lips curving into a smirk as he finally ate the food between his chopsticks.
Itachi felt a flush on his chest as his heartbeat picked up, “Is that the only reason you missed me?”
Nagato shook his head, “We both know there’s plenty of reasons to miss you, pet. How about you finish your food before we continue this?”
Itachi frowned, feeling the foggy haze of subspace already situating itself over him like a comforting blanket, “But…”
Nagato raised an eyebrow making Itachi stop his protest and get to work finishing his food. As much as his personality would call for it, Itachi was no brat and he was not in the mood for punishments. Nagato could be harsh and Itachi was desperately craving a relaxing session.
Once they were both finished, Nagato looked to Itachi, “Help me clean up?”
Itachi nodded, still in his senses enough to be helpful. They both stood, Itachi handling the dirty dishes as Nagato packed up and put away the leftovers. Itachi was almost done when he felt hands rest on his hips and a head on his shoulder. He turned his head to the right, making eye contact with Nagato who was smiling as he watched Itachi work.
“Keep going.” Nagato spoke.
Itachi turned back to his task, anticipation settling in his chest. He could feel Nagato’s hand begin to wander. One hand snaked its way up his shirt, gently caressing his abdomen over the mesh undershirt he wore while the other settled on his upper thigh, gripping lightly and holding him in place. Itachi shivered as Nagato continued to explore his torso, purposely ghosting his nipples every so often. He desperately wanted to throw his head back and enjoy the simple pleasure of Nagato’s touch, but he knew it would stop if he didn’t finish his task.
Itachi was careful as he finished the dishes, trying desperately not to drop anything as the pressure of Nagato’s touch increased and his other hand inched even higher on his thigh, just missing touching his cock. He sucked in a sharp breath, trying his best to quickly finish his work. Nagato pushed forward, smirk on his face, letting his semi-hard cock press against Itachi’s ass. Itachi felt his dick twitch, excited at the feeling of Nagato’s excitement.
Itachi sighed in relief as he finished the last dish. He felt Nagato leave a light kiss on his collarbone as his hands moved back to his hips.
“Good job, pet.”
Itachi let out a low whine, turning himself in Nagato’s arms, “Master.”
Nagato admired his flushed face, feeling pride swell in his chest. If someone had told him Itachi Uchiha would be standing in front of him like this a few years ago, he’d never have believed them. Now, this was his favorite look on Itachi. Desperate, pleading, needy. He needed Nagato to guide him, control him, please him.
“What do you want?” Nagato asked, making sure the front of their bodies were pushed as close together as possible.
It took a few minutes for the correct words to form in Itachi’s head. Nagato waited patiently, letting him decide what he needed.
“I want you to take control so I don’t have to think about anything.”
Nagato nodded, “Usual limits and boundaries?”
Itachi nodded.
“And you remember your safe word?”
“Yes.”
“Say it.”
“Apple,” Itachi spoke, remembering how he picked the first thing he saw when they first discussed it.
“Good.” Nagato smiled, leaning down and leaving a gentle kiss on Itachi’s lips, “And what do you do if you can’t talk for whatever reason?”
“Pinch you three times.”
“Perfect. You’re so good, pet.”
Itachi flushed again, feeling giddy, “Thank you, master.”
“Come on,” Nagato grabbed his hand, “Let’s go to our room.”
Itachi followed willingly, letting himself slip into his pliant headspace. He could already feel the stress coming off of his shoulders and the tightness in his chest easing. It took a long time to build this kind of trust with Nagato, the kind where Itachi could be stripped bare - physically and emotionally - but feel completely safe. They were carefully guarded when they first met and yet, they found a safe place within each other despite the odds.
Nagato closed the door behind them then led Itachi to the middle of the room, right in front of their bed. He cradled Itachi’s face in his hands, admiring the raven haired man before him for a minute. Itachi remained completely still, letting Nagato lead. He didn’t even raise his hands to touch him. Instead he let them dangle at his side as he waited for Nagato to tell him what to do.
Itachi waited, watching Nagato’s eyes take him in. His captivating Rinnegan remained at all times. Sometimes Itachi wished he could see what Nagato’s eyes were like before his Rinnegan was activated. He made a mental note to ask Nagato if he could remember his own eyes, craving to paint the picture in his head later.
Nagato finally leaned forward, connecting their lips. Itachi’s wandering thoughts cut short on contact, immediately kissing back. Nagato’s hands moved, one on the back of Itachi’s neck and the other on his hip. Itachi tilted his head back into the embrace, letting Nagato deepen the kiss. He felt Nagato’s mouth open the slightest bit and his tongue brush across his lips. Itachi opened his mouth willingly, enjoying feeling his sense of reality drifting as he focused on Nagato only. When Nagato pulled away, Itachi couldn’t help but whine. He loved when Nagato kissed him like that. He could do it for centuries. He briefly considered the idea of being in a genjutsu that would give him that experience.
Nagato chuckled, “It’s okay, pet. There will be more where that came from.”
Itachi nodded, a small frown on his face anyway.
“Stay here,” Nagato ordered, before turning and settling himself on the bed.
He sat on the bed and slowly undid the string of his pants, watching Itachi suck in a breath. The red head couldn’t help but smirk, enjoying every reaction he got out of Itachi.
“Strip,” Nagato said, before pulling his own shirt over his head.
He leaned back, resting on the palms of his hands. Itachi raked his eyes over him, noting how good he looked. Nagato’s slim, but toned, abdomen was just as pale as the rest of him. The perfect contrast to his hair, Itachi thought. With the strings of his pants undone, waistband loose and barely concealing his fully hard cock, Itachi wanted to drop to his knees right there. But that’s not what Nagato had told him to do.
Itachi started with his pants, undoing the string and pushing them down. His boxers were thin, leaving little to the imagination. He watched Nagato lick his lips. He slowly lifted his shirt over his head, leaving the mesh undershirt knowing Nagato had a thing for seeing it on him without anything else. Itachi kept his eyes on Nagato, letting his shirt slowly drop from his grip. He sucked in a breath, gripping the waistband of his boxers and bent over as he dragged the tight material down his legs. He stepped out of them and stood up straight again.
Nagato’s eyes raked Itachi’s almost naked body. He hummed in approval, taking in the sight of him. His toned calves and thighs looked delectable but they were nothing compared to his leaking cock. Nagato could tell his nipples were hard, even through the mesh. Itachi was extra sensitive when it came to nipple play. Nagato clicked his tongue, deciding he wanted the mesh shirt off tonight.
“Finish and come here.”
Itachi shivered, hearing how Nagato’s tone had deepened the slightest bit. He finished stripping, letting the last piece of clothing fall to the floor, and walked to stand in front of Nagato. He watched as Nagato immediately moved his hands to grip his ass, a slight stinging sensation from where his nails dug in.
Nagato smiled up at Itachi, “You’re such a good boy, you know that?”
Itachi felt himself being pulled deeper into the foggy headspace he’d been craving, “Thank you, master.”
His tone of voice was so docile, nothing like what he used when he talked to anyone else. Nagato wondered if anyone else had ever gotten to experience any sort of variation of this Itachi before he did.
Nagato kept one hand on his ass and used the other to gently stroke Itachi’s cock, “You’re leaking already, pet. Do you like being my plaything that much?”
Itachi groaned, taking his bottom lip between his teeth and biting down as he nodded.
“Lost your words already?” Nagato asked, swirling his thumb around the tip.
Itachi hummed, looking down. His head was so light on his shoulders he couldn’t put together a sentence right now without clearing the perfect fog that had settled.
“That’s okay, pet. I’ve got you.” Nagato cooed, words entering Itachi’s ears like a siren song, “You can let go. I’ll give you exactly what you need.”
Itachi let out a low moan as Nagato suddenly leaned forward and took his cock into his mouth. The hand on his ass pulled him forward, making Itachi stumble a bit as he gripped Nagato’s shoulders. Nagato hummed in approval before swirling his tongue around the tip of his cock. Itachi’s hips bucked forward slightly at the feeling as he let out a moan. Nagato continued to stroke the rest of Itachi’s length as he teased him. Itachi was on the verge of begging for more, but he knew it would be useless - could even spur Nagato into teasing him for longer than originally planned. He kept his mouth closed, willingly taking whatever was given to him and savoring it.
Nagato savored the taste of pre-cum as he looked up at Itachi through his eyelashes. He felt his own cock twitch at the sight. Itachi’s eyes were closed, lips beginning to swell from being bitten so hard. His muscles were tensed, showing the slightest definition of his abs, as he concentrated on not taking more than he was allowed. Nagato took a few more inches of his cock in his mouth, just to see the cracks in Itachi’s pliant exterior show for just a second as he let out a moan and tried to buck his hips forward, only to be kept in place by the grip Nagato had on him. Instead of whining, Itachi gained his composure and enjoyed the pleasure of Nagato’s warm mouth on him.
Nagato raised his hand and left a light slap on Itachi’s ass cheek, causing the raven haired man to moan in surprise. He bobbed his head up and down a few times, feeling Itachi’s legs tremble, before sliding his mouth off. He licked his lips, moving the hand that was stroking the exposed part of Itachi’s cock to gently caress his balls.
“Open your eyes.” Nagato demanded, looking up.
Itachi did so immediately, feeling the dominance radiating off of Nagato. His eyes were glossy and distant. Perfect, Nagato thought.
“Still okay?” Nagato asked, making sure Itachi had slipped into subspace without complications.
Itachi nodded.
“Good.” Nagato hummed, moving to grip the back of Itachi’s thighs, “You’re doing so good for me.”
Itachi smiled, pleased he was doing what he was supposed to. Nagato pulled him downward gently, urging Itachi to sit in his lap. Itachi rested his knees on either side of Nagato’s legs and sat himself down. He could feel Nagato’s erection through his pants and boxers, pressing against his thigh from their current position. Nagato paid it no mind, focusing on what he wanted to do with Itachi next.
He placed a hand on Itachi’s lower back, more to ground himself than anything. Then, he reached up and gently pulled the hair tie that held Itachi’s hair out, throwing it somewhere on the floor. He raked his hand through the ends of Itachi’s hair, watching it settle into its natural shape. Nagato admired the beauty that was Itachi with his hair down for a minute, before gripping the back of his neck and pulling him forward to connect their lips.
Itachi hummed on contact, immediately getting into the rough pace that Nagato set. He went through the mindless motions of making out with Nagato, enjoying the peace it brought, despite the ache in his gut. Nagato let himself get lost in it for a few moments too, before bringing his hand down from Itachi’s neck and gently twisting his nipple between his thumb and forefinger. He enjoyed the groan that reverberated in Itachi’s chest as they continued to kiss. Nagato’s hand on Itachi’s back added pressure as Nagato steadied himself to slowly rut his cock against Itachi’s leg. He let out a moan into Itachi’s mouth, enjoying the stimulation he’d finally allowed himself to have. His hips bucked up at a slow pace, not wanting Itachi to lose balance and fall. Nagato released Itachi’s lips, both of their lungs desperate for air. If it was up to Itachi, his lungs would’ve continued to suffer.
Nagato moved his hand to Itachi’s other nipple and began trailing kisses from his jaw down. He stopped to leave marks along his collarbones and chest, before finally placing his mouth over the first nipple and beginning to suck. Every so often, he would let his tongue dart out and circle it before going right back to what he was doing. Itachi moaned, feeling himself twitch and the ache in his gut deepen from the stimulation. He held a vivid image in his head of his nipples swollen and puffy when he looked in the mirror tomorrow morning, but he didn’t care. He’d deal with that later. Nagato switched his hand and his mouth, giving equal attention to both of Itachi’s most sensitive spots, as he continued slowly rutting against him. He could feel Itachi’s thighs tense, clearly enjoying being used like this. Itachi’s thighs were so thick and muscular, Nagato’s mind couldn’t stop thinking about slipping his cock between them. That would wait for another day though, he had other plans for Itachi.
Nagato knew what Itachi liked the most when he was like this, other than getting fucked into the mattress. He pulled off his nipple and placed his hand on Itachi’s cheek, not even admiring his work before capturing his lips again. There was a reason Itachi liked kissing so much. He loved keeping his mouth busy and Nagato intended to do just that. He pulled back, tracing his thumb over Itachi’s bottom lip. It really was swollen now. Itachi opened his mouth, welcoming Nagato’s thumb in. Nagato smirked, letting Itachi wrap his lips around his thumb. He felt him roll his tongue around it before placing it flat against the pad and sucking. Nagato couldn’t stop himself from pushing down, feeling the shocked sound Itachi tried to let out as he opened his mouth wider and tried not to gag from the sudden movement.
“Let's put this mouth to use, hm?” Nagato asked, making a purposeful rut against Itachi’s thigh so he’d catch the hint.
Itachi moaned, some drool leaking out of the corner of his mouth as Nagato removed his thumb. As soon as Nagato removed his hand from Itachi’s back, Itachi slid off his lap and placed himself on his knees in front of the red head. Nagato lifted his hips, sliding his pants and boxers off in one go. He let them pool at his feet, lifting one foot out at a time before kicking them away.
Itachi kept his eyes trained on Nagato’s thick, veiny cock. He could feel the saliva in his mouth building up, anticipating feeling it on his tongue, filling his mouth, going down his throat…the coil in the pit of his stomach tightened as his own cock kicked up at the thought. Nagato let out a small laugh, seeing the desperation in Itachi’s eyes. He was unconsciously leaning forward as he waited for Nagato to make his move.
Nagato placed a hand on Itachi’s head, pushing the hair in his face out of the way and then gripping it. He used his other hand to stroke his cock, letting out a breath at how sensitive he was. He left his grip loose, not wanting to get too lost in himself. He pulled Itachi forward by the hair he held in his hand. Itachi whimpered at the sting as he let himself be led to Nagato’s cock. He immediately opened his mouth when the tip was just centimeters from him.
“You’re such a cock slut,” Nagato said, still leisurely pumping himself, “You just can’t help but want to be stuffed full of my cock.”
Itachi whined, letting his tongue spill out of his mouth as he tried to suck Nagato. Nagato let out a mean laugh, making Itachi feel even more desperate to please him.
“You want it so bad. I bet you want me to just shove my cock down your throat and make you take it.”
“P-please…” Itachi stuttered out, the word feeling thick and heavy leaving his lips.
“You would speak up now, huh? You’re just that desperate.” Nagato released his cock, burying both of his hands in Itachi’s hair and forcing the tip to his lips, “Go on then. Suck it.”
Itachi didn’t need to be told twice. He took Nagato’s cock in his mouth quickly, lips stretching around the girth, taking as much as he could in one go. There was still a significant amount of length left, but they both knew he could take it all. Nagato believed Itachi’s throat was made to warm his cock.
Itachi bobbed his head, swirling his tongue around the tip when he came up. Nagato’s grip on his head was harsh, but he’d yet to take control over Itachi’s movements. When he got used to the feeling of his mouth being full, Itachi flattened his tongue and opened wider. He focused on keeping his throat relaxed as he closed his eyes and worked Nagato into his throat inch by inch. He let out a deep sigh of relief when he finally felt pubes tickle his nose. Itachi held himself there for a minute, getting accustomed to breathing through his nose, then began bobbing his head again. He was slow and shallow with his movements, not wanting to gag.
Nagato’s eyes were focused on Itachi the whole time. He watched every move Itachi made as he tried his best to please Nagato. Nagato loved it. He loved watching Itachi desperate for him. He loved seeing the shinobi so many feared on his knees, not caring about anything other than having Nagato’s cock in his mouth. Nagato moaned when he finally felt his cock sheathed in Itachi’s throat. He threw his head back, feeling the muscles contracting as Itachi focused on relaxing and holding himself there. He let out another moan when Itachi started moving again.
As good as Itachi was, Nagato wanted more. He wanted to see Itachi lose himself on his cock. So, when Itachi bobbed down again, he held him there. Itachi breathed out in shock when he felt Nagato keeping him there. Itachi’s shock left him unfocused and he gagged as Nagato’s cock twitched. Drool began to pool as Nagato kept him there, gagging on his cock for a minute, before pulling him up. Itachi’s mouth came off with a pop, before he coughed a few times. He felt the daze of his brain getting heavier as he caught his breath.
“Good?” Nagato asked.
Itachi groaned and nodded, already trying to take him back into his mouth. Nagato smirked, standing up and pushing Itachi’s head back on his cock. He made eye contact with Itachi as he took him in again.
“Gonna fuck your throat.” Nagato warning.
Itachi gave a hum of approval. Nagato steadied himself, holding Itachi in place, and began pushing his cock in and out of the raven haired man’s sinful mouth. He groaned at how pliant Itachi was. He was so relaxed despite Nagato’s rough movements. It was all he needed to feel good. This thought made Nagato set a brutal pace, taking what he needed from Itachi. He hit the back of his throat over and over again, Itachi never tripping up. He had drool coming out of the corners of his mouth and his eyes were glossy with tears as he looked up at Nagato.
“Fuck,” Nagato said, feeling his abdomen clench and his balls tighten, “Gonna cum down your throat, pet.”
Itachi gurgled around his cock. Nagato assumed he was begging for his cum, but as he slowed his pace to harder shallow thrusts he felt a warm liquid splatter across his leg and Itachi's moans vibrating around him. He stopped, leaving himself sheathed in Itachi’s throat, as he glanced down to see Itachi’s cock twitching, cum running down the sides.
He came from sucking my cock, Nagato thought.
Nagato’s cock jumped. He pumped into Itachi’s mouth once, twice and then held his head against his crotch and came down his throat. He moaned loud as he did so, relishing in the feeling of Itachi’s mouth as he continued to think about how fucking hot it was that Itachi came from sucking cock. Not just any cock though, it was his. He groaned as one last spurt of cum came out, then pulled out. He looked down in time to see Itachi swallow all of it. He looked like a mess: hair mussed, lips red and swollen, tear streaks running down his face, eyes glassy and red, cum on his abdomen and cock. Nagato leaned down and smashed their lips together, hungry for more.
Itachi moaned, wanting the same thing. Nagato pulled away, grabbing Itachi's hands and pulling him up. Itachi stumbled as he stood, legs weak. Nagato caught him, holding him up. He turned them, so Itachi’s back was to the bed. He pushed him, watching him fall onto the bed with a small bounce. Nagato towered over him, signaling for him to scoot up the bed. Itachi struggled for a second, his usual strength missing as he wiggled up so his head rested on their pillows.
Nagato followed closely, like a predator on the prowl as he hovered over Itachi. He settled one leg between his legs and the other to the right of them. Itachi reached up, asking for silent permission to touch Nagato. One nod was all it took for Itachi to tangle his hands in Nagato’s hair and bring him down for a sloppy kiss. It lacked any technique other than the need to feel each other so close. Itachi moved his hips down, getting the smallest amount of friction from his sensitive cock brushing against Nagato’s leg. Nagato smirked against his lips, moving his leg just out of reach. Itachi whined, frustrated.
“What? Done being good after one orgasm?” Nagato mocked.
Itachi shook his head, “No, m’still good.”
“Then you’ll hold still while I do what I want with you, doll.”
Doll, the word rolled around in Itachi’s head, lighting every horny cell in his brain on fire.
Nagato saw his cock beginning to get hard and smiled. Nagato kissed Itachi one last time, then grabbed for the lube in their bedside table. He sat it next to them before he propped Itachi’s legs on his shoulders. Itachi watched intently, regaining his sense of patience in the hopes of being a good doll.
Nagato took a second to admire Itachi’s pretty pink hole. It hadn’t been touched in weeks and Nagato couldn’t wait to stretch him out. He laid on his stomach and pulled Itachi so his ass was directly in front of his face. He stuck his tongue out and licked a stripe from Itachi’s hole to his balls. The moan he got in response urged him on as he circled the circumference, feeling Itachi flutter.
Itachi’s hands remained in Nagato’s hair, gripping it every time he felt Nagato’s tongue touch him. He kept curling and uncurling his toes, feeling his next release building up already. He couldn’t tell if it was from being sensitive or Nagato knowing every button to push.
Nagato eased his tongue into Itachi’s hole, beginning to eat him out. Itachi mewled and his back arched at the feeling. It felt so good he almost couldn’t stand it, almost. He loved what Nagato could do to him. Hell, he loved Nagato. They hadn’t said it, but they could both feel it. They’d never let anyone else get this close to them. Itachi’s chest heaved up and down, trying to get air in his lungs. He was finding it hard to breathe when he felt this good. Nagato released one of his hands from gripping Itachi’s thigh. He pulled away from Itachi’s hole, determining there was enough spit and slowly entered a finger. Itachi forgot about breathing again, closing his eyes. Nagato had done this to him plenty of times, but it always shocked Itachi how much he liked it, even through the discomfort. It took only a second to settle and the feeling to become comfortable.
Nagato waited, leaving his finger fully inside as Itachi got used to it. He had opening him up down to a science at this point. He added his tongue back to the mix as he started moving his finger. Both of them were almost fully hard again. It didn’t take long for Nagato to remove him finger, blindly reaching for the lube. He popped the cap open and watched as he let it drip directly onto Itachi’s hole. Itachi shivered at the cold feeling, anticipation for what was to come building in his chest. Nagato quickly coated two of his fingers, this time making sure it was warm, before slowly easing them into Itachi. He started with only the tips of his fingers, fucking in and out of Itachi shallowly with a scissoring motion, then kept gradually filling him more and more.
Itachi moaned at the feeling of being stretched, he liked the burn, gently rocking his hips down here and there to meet Nagato’s thrusts. He wanted Nagato’s cock inside him as soon as possible, letting himself forget that Nagato was in charge. Nagato let it go the first few times, passing it off as accidental. He soon realized it was on purpose and stopped all movement as he raised his head to look up at Itachi.
Itachi whined, feeling the lack of stimulation inside of him. He tried rocking himself down again, only to find Nagato’s grip on him tighten to stop him from moving. Itachi blinked his eyes open and looked down to see Nagato with a stern look on his face. He gulped, realizing his mistake.
“I’m sorry,” Itachi breathed, hoping Nagato would let it go.
Nagato tsked, “You know the rules, pet. You just had to be impatient.” Nagato shook his head, “Now you’ll have to wait longer for what you want.”
Itachi forced the whine in his throat down, tears of frustration threatening to spill. Nagato waited, letting Itachi decide if he was going to protest or not. He saw the defeat in his features as Itachi slumped, going completely lax in an attempt not to take more than he was given.
“Good,” Nagato said, resuming the movement of his fingers inside Itachi.
He hummed, deciding he was going to keep going until Itachi came from just this. He wasn’t going to tell Itachi that. He’d wait until he was right to the edge and desperate to cum to let him know his intentions.
Nagato took his time, stretching Itachi open on just two of his fingers for what felt like hours to Itachi. He removed his fingers, using his hands to hold Itachi’s ass cheeks apart and really dove his tongue in again. He loved playing with Itachi more than getting himself off.
Itachi felt the ache in stomach growing and clenched his muscles trying to hold any release he might have. Nagato noticed, deciding to amp it up. He coated three of his fingers in lube, easing two inside to make sure Itachi could still handle that much. He was pleased when he found that he could. He continued to purposely avoid Itachi’s sweet spot, hitting everywhere around it instead. Then, he pulled both his fingers all the way out and reentered with the third. Itachi hissed at the burn, not at all shocked by the intrusion. He’d been anticipating it, hoping Nagato would give in and give it to him. His hands had long been removed from Nagato’s hair, instead gripping the sheets.
Nagato took his time, faking extra caution even though he knew Itachi could take it. As soon as Itachi relaxed into the feeling of three of Nagato’s fingers fucking him, Nagato angled upwards and pressed his prostate hard. Itachi’s dick kicked and he moaned, high pitched and unreserved. Nagato thrust his fingers in and out quickly, hitting the spot hard over and over again.
The coil in Itachi’s gut threatened to snap every time Nagato hit his prostate. The thread he was hanging on to was getting thinner and thinner every time he felt the indescribable pleasure. He whimpered, moving a hand to Nagato’s hair again and gripping it hard in an attempt to get his attention.
Nagato ignored him and kept going. Itachi opened his mouth to try to speak up only to choke on his words at a particularly hard thrust.
“Mast-” Itachi let out, “Master, please, I-I’m going to cum.”
“Oh?” Nagato asked.
“I can’t, please, need your cock.”
“Mmm, remember when you were impatient earlier?”
Itachi whimpered.
“You’ll need to do better than that to get what you want now.”
“Please, master, I-” Itachi interrupted himself with a moan, “I’m so sorry,” Tears began to escape his eyes, “I need to cum on your cock.”
“And you will.” Nagato said, “After you cum on my fingers.”
Itachi opened his mouth to protest, only to be stopped short when Nagato started thrusting harder than Itachi thought possible. His cock twitched and then he was crying out as he came again. Nagato kept his fingers inside Itachi as he came, massaging his sensitive spot and milking him. Itachi’s eyes rolled in the back of his head as he felt himself squirm from the pleasure. It soon turned into pain, a ringing in his ears as he came down and Nagato was still stimulating his protest. He whimpered again, looking down to see Nagato already looking at him. He had the audacity to smile at Itachi as he continued to massage his protest.
“Ready for my cock now?” Nagato asked, removing his fingers and sitting up on his knees.
Itachi was panting, tears still coming out of his eyes as his spent dick continued to twitch trying to pump out more cum. Despite this, he nodded anyway. Nagato chuckled, opening the lube and putting a puddle of it in his palm. He clicked the cap shut and threw it off to the side. He coated his dick with lube, stroking himself despite already being at full length. He looked down at Itachi, enjoying how used he looked.
Nagato lined himself up with Itachi’s hole, eyes trained intently on it. He watched as he entered Itachi, barely registering the whine Itachi let out as he was filled. The way Itachi took him in was addicting. His hole sucked him in so well and he always perfectly took his cock like he was made to do it. Nagato groaned, pushing further in, eyes not leaving the site until his hips were flush against Itachi’s ass.
Nagato took a second to enjoy the feeling of being inside Itachi. It was the best feeling in the world for him. He could stay like this forever. If he could, he’d have Itachi cockwarming him at all times - especially in Akatsuki meetings. He looked at Itachi now, seeing how fucked out he already looked. He had wrapped his arms around Nagato’s back, nails already digging into the pale skin.
Nagato brushed the hair out of Itachi’s face and wiped some of the tear tracks off his cheeks. He smiled lovingly down at him, getting a similar smile in return.
“Still good?” Nagato asked, already knowing the answer but wanting to hear it.
“Yes,” Itachi’s voice was raspy and low.
Nagato leaned down and kissed Itachi’s forehead before connecting their lips. It was gentler compared to the rest of kisses they’d shared this session. Itachi took comfort in the feeling, enjoying the way Nagato made him feel loved without having to say it.
“Gonna rearrange your guts now, okay?” Nagato said, forehead rested against Itachi’s.
Itachi giggled, despite himself, and nodded.
Nagato left one last gentle kiss on Itachi’s lips, then gripped underneath Itachi’s knees and pushed them to his chest. He eased out, fully removing himself from inside Itachi, then slammed back in. Itachi gasped, gripping onto Nagato’s back harder. Nagato repeated the action a few times, changing the angle of his thrusts until Itachi let out a particularly desperate whine. He’d found the perfect angle to hit his prostate.
Nagato remained in place and changed up his pace. He wanted to last long enough to wring a third orgasm out of Itachi. He made slow and deep thrusts, taking his time building Itachi up again. He leaned down and took one of Itachi’s nipples in his mouth.
Itachi was breathing hard, lost in everything that he was feeling. It was so much, too much, but he was still feeling too good to stop. He wanted more. He wanted to keep feeling overwhelmed by all the pleasure Nagato was giving him. He could feel another orgasm in his lower gut, building quicker than the other two.
“Come on, pet,” Nagato cooed, looking up at Itachi, still thrusting inside him, “One more for me.”
Itachi nodded, feeling Nagato’s pace speed up, “M’close.”
“Me too,” Nagato said, holding off his orgasm as much as possible, “Need you to cum with me, can you do that?”
“Mhm,” Itachi said, feeling the heavy feeling in his stomach.
“Fuck,” Nagato’s hips stuttered, “Come on, doll, let go.”
Itachi’s back arched, spent cock twitching as he came for a third time. At the same time, Nagato thrusted one last time and started spilling inside Itachi. A pathetically small amount of cum beaded at the tip of Itachi’s cock, completely milked of all he had. Itachi didn’t focus on that though. He focused on the warm cum inside of him. Nagato’s hips kicked when the last of his cum was taken from him, Itachi’s hole clenching around him.
Itachi went limp as Nagato pulled out. Every inch of his body felt like jello. He was so relaxed and his brain was so foggy he didn’t even flinch when cum started leaking out of his hole. Nagato let himself catch his breath before leaning down and hugging Itachi. They both sticky from sweat and cum, but he knew Itachi needed this more than physical comfort right now.
“You did so so good, ‘Tachi.” Nagato said, kissing him.
Itachi hummed, lips pulling up a bit. He is so out of it.
“I’m going to get a washcloth and a fresh blanket, okay?” Nagato spoke softly, making sure Itachi heard him, then got up.
Nagato moved quickly, not wanting to leave Itachi alone for too long. He washed himself up quickly with water. They’d have to shower later, but that could wait. He threw the dirty cloth in the sink and grabbed a second. He ran water over it and wrung it out, then grabbed a big comfortable blanket from their bathroom cupboard.
When he came back to the room, Itachi was still in the same position, eyelids drooping. Nagato made quick work of wiping him down, starting with his face and moving down the rest of his body. Itachi hissed when Nagato cleaned his dick. Nagato did his best to quickly finger the cum out of Itachi, disliking making him uncomfortable right now. Once he finished cleaning Itachi up, he threw the wash cloth on the floor.
“All done, baby.” Nagato said, crouching in front of Itachi, “How are you feeling? Are you okay?”
Itachi nodded, “Very good.”
“Good,” Nagato kissed him, “Is there anything you want before you fall asleep?”
“Water,” Itachi said.
Nagato nodded, “I’ll be right back.”
Itachi felt like he barely blinked before Nagato was back, lifting him up to rest against Nagato’s side and holding a glass of water to his lips. Itachi drank slowly, downing the whole cup.
“Anything else, love?” Nagato asked.
Itachi shook his head.
“Okay,” Nagato scooted in next to Itachi, keeping him held to his side as he covered both of them up, “Get some sleep now, okay?”
Itachi nodded, snuggling into Nagato’s side, enjoying the warmth, “Love you.”
Nagato’s cheeks heated up. That was the first time either of them had said it.
“Love you too.” Nagato kissed the top of Itachi’s head, feeling his breathing even out.
Nagato closed his eyes, letting himself be lulled to sleep by Itachi’s soft breathing and thoughts of telling Itachi he loved him properly when they woke up.