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nisacharakj) wrote2015-07-23 10:37 pm
nisacharakj) wrote2015-07-23 10:37 pm
[FIC] Wiggle Room [Itachi/Shisui]
Title: Wiggle Room
Author:nisacharakj
Type and Genre: Yaoi; Romance
Rating: NC-17
Characters: Uchiha Itachi, Uchiha Shisui
Summary: Shisui helps Itachi through a particularly hot dream.
Warnings: --
He’s used to the odd shifting in bed, when Itachi’s feet seem to want to untangle from his. And Shisui easily pulls away, making room for the other, his arm tightening around Itachi’s waist instead. It’s quiet again until there’s more movement and Shisui pulls away completely to lie flat on his back, an arm still tucked under Itachi’s pillow. Half an hour later, he pulls that arm away to rest atop his chest, it rising with every calm heave.
It’s three in the morning and he barely registers that his hand is being moved from his chest.
There’s a noise but he ignores it, sighing softly in his sleep as he prepares to turn away from Itachi, try and sleep on his side.
But—“Mmnh.” Whatever it was sounded desperate, though Shisui pays it no mind for the moment. But then he feels the urgency in the way Itachi’s hand moves against his arm, nails scrabbling…
He’s up. Groggy and half dreaming, slowly coming to as he wakes up in concern. “Itachio?”
“Shisui.”
Again, wanton. Desperate. Needy.
“Mm, what is it?”
“Shisui.” It’s pleading.
And Shisui knows right away what’s up when Itachi presses his palm onto the hardness over his pajamas. Shisui squeezes, and Itachi bucks into him.
“Mm, c’mere.”
He pulls his hand away from Itachi’s frantic grip, only to turn onto his side, face him while he brings his right hand down past the waistband of Itachi’s pajama bottoms. Past the waistband of his underwear, too.
And Itachi bucks. Again. Heels digging into the sheets, their blanket twisted between them. “Mnh—“
Shisui leans in, humming as he presses a kiss to the side of Itachi’s mouth, fist moving in time with every roll of Itachi’s hips at first, then speeding up. He can feel him throb in his grip and there’s a moment where something hot and wet rolls down to meet the thrusts. Shisui reaches a finger up to tease the source and Itachi moans, eyes still closed. Still mostly asleep. Still dreaming.
And Shisui teases some more, coaxing more precum out of him till he’s slick all over, watching as breath after shaky breath leaves Itachi in soft gasps. It’s dark, but it’s light enough to see what he wants to see. And he’s kissing him, and it’s a mixture of soft hums and the smack of lips and soft moans until Shisui’s hand speeds up down there and Itachi is panting.
And he’s cumming and Shisui slows down. His hand’s a mess.
There’s a kiss to Itachi’s forehead as he slips back into sleep. Blissed out. Breathing evening out.
Shisui smiles, then reaches for the box of tissues. Cleaning them both up before quietly pulling Itachi’s pants back in place and the blankets over them.
He isn’t very sleepy any more, but tries anyway, arm sliding against Itachi’s waist and pulling himself closer. Shifting them both so that they’re lying back to chest. Big spoon, little spoon. His face in Itachi’s hair. Breathing him in.
And Itachi wakes up to Shisui hard and pressing gently between his thighs, completely unaware. Still fast asleep.
He presses back, smiling softly, reaching down to lace his fingers with Shisui’s.
There’s a soft little grunt in return.
Author:
nisacharakj Type and Genre: Yaoi; Romance
Rating: NC-17
Characters: Uchiha Itachi, Uchiha Shisui
Summary: Shisui helps Itachi through a particularly hot dream.
Warnings: --
He’s used to the odd shifting in bed, when Itachi’s feet seem to want to untangle from his. And Shisui easily pulls away, making room for the other, his arm tightening around Itachi’s waist instead. It’s quiet again until there’s more movement and Shisui pulls away completely to lie flat on his back, an arm still tucked under Itachi’s pillow. Half an hour later, he pulls that arm away to rest atop his chest, it rising with every calm heave.
It’s three in the morning and he barely registers that his hand is being moved from his chest.
There’s a noise but he ignores it, sighing softly in his sleep as he prepares to turn away from Itachi, try and sleep on his side.
But—“Mmnh.” Whatever it was sounded desperate, though Shisui pays it no mind for the moment. But then he feels the urgency in the way Itachi’s hand moves against his arm, nails scrabbling…
He’s up. Groggy and half dreaming, slowly coming to as he wakes up in concern. “Itachio?”
“Shisui.”
Again, wanton. Desperate. Needy.
“Mm, what is it?”
“Shisui.” It’s pleading.
And Shisui knows right away what’s up when Itachi presses his palm onto the hardness over his pajamas. Shisui squeezes, and Itachi bucks into him.
“Mm, c’mere.”
He pulls his hand away from Itachi’s frantic grip, only to turn onto his side, face him while he brings his right hand down past the waistband of Itachi’s pajama bottoms. Past the waistband of his underwear, too.
And Itachi bucks. Again. Heels digging into the sheets, their blanket twisted between them. “Mnh—“
Shisui leans in, humming as he presses a kiss to the side of Itachi’s mouth, fist moving in time with every roll of Itachi’s hips at first, then speeding up. He can feel him throb in his grip and there’s a moment where something hot and wet rolls down to meet the thrusts. Shisui reaches a finger up to tease the source and Itachi moans, eyes still closed. Still mostly asleep. Still dreaming.
And Shisui teases some more, coaxing more precum out of him till he’s slick all over, watching as breath after shaky breath leaves Itachi in soft gasps. It’s dark, but it’s light enough to see what he wants to see. And he’s kissing him, and it’s a mixture of soft hums and the smack of lips and soft moans until Shisui’s hand speeds up down there and Itachi is panting.
And he’s cumming and Shisui slows down. His hand’s a mess.
There’s a kiss to Itachi’s forehead as he slips back into sleep. Blissed out. Breathing evening out.
Shisui smiles, then reaches for the box of tissues. Cleaning them both up before quietly pulling Itachi’s pants back in place and the blankets over them.
He isn’t very sleepy any more, but tries anyway, arm sliding against Itachi’s waist and pulling himself closer. Shifting them both so that they’re lying back to chest. Big spoon, little spoon. His face in Itachi’s hair. Breathing him in.
And Itachi wakes up to Shisui hard and pressing gently between his thighs, completely unaware. Still fast asleep.
He presses back, smiling softly, reaching down to lace his fingers with Shisui’s.
There’s a soft little grunt in return.