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Itachi thought he was ‘winning’. His brother is in tight confinements, and he couldn’t get out. It was as though he had superiority. Or at least he thought he did.
Not hearing an answer, Itachi furrowed his eyebrows and scowled. “You’re such a-” Faltering with his words, the older Uchiha felt his heart quicken for a short instant when Sasuke’s tongue suddenly came in contact over his pants. It wasn’t much physical contact, but it was enough to make Itachi groan yet glare at the same time.
“Sasuke! What the fuck?’ Instead of moving back in disgust, he stood his ground, a growl like sound resonating from his chest as he pulled harshly on Sasuke’s pants, this time a bit lower to expose Sasuke’s hips.
“You aren’t taking control, don’t even try.” Itachi spoke with a ragged tone to his voice. Not because he was angry but because he was unintentionally getting hard from his brothers mouth on his groin.
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~Ernest Gaines
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