kageisuke | Drabble #30 + One-liners [Itanko]

33. Heat | A little touch here. A small look there. It did not take much to build Anko up to the point where she was practically rolling in ecstasy. Even still, it went both ways. Touch was not something Itachi took lightly, and her ability to get into his space and cause him minimal discomfort –even when she was wallowing in his lap- amazed him... to a point.

She would always take it a bit too far, push the one button he had hidden deep down or didn’t know existed and there would be sparks. The sparks varied from anger to lust, and both had been foreign to him for a long time... such a long time, but the heat would build up between them and the restraint he had carefully maintained would stretch, stretch and then snap all at once in a flurry of movement. Sounds and sensations overwhelmed him, made him feel very alive and made him question things that he had always thought, known, to be true; but, those were things that happened after.

The pleasurable sting of sweat dripping over welts caused by nails, of teeth in flesh, of bruising fingers and heels urging silently... it was all his mind had room for during those moments. The precious moments when he left everything behind and was, for just a little while, only a man.