...udden urgent need to taste it. He leaned forward, encasing Kisame in his hot mouth. Kisame tasted wonderful, like cinnamon, although Itachi found this somewhat odd for Kisame. He closed his eyes and jerked his own still-clothed length.
Itachi whimpered, still sucking on Kisame, though the flow of cum had stopped. There was no way he was going to let Kisame leave now. He had to make him hard again.
Itachi took his hand regrettingly from his pants to jack off Kisame as he reached for a pile of white-stained rags to wipe his face off with. He removed his mouth once more in order to do so, moving his hand all the faster. As soon as he was clean, he turned back to Kisame. He deep throated him again, trying desperately to get him hard.
Itachi took both his hands and unbuttoned his pants. He squirmed out of them as far as he could get in his kneeling position, and wriggled one finger up his ass. He whined again, moving off Kisame's cock. As soon as he grabbed his own, though, he remembered Kisame and put his hand on his instead. As he jerked at it erratically, he added another finger. He bit his lip to keep from moaning as he raked his fingernails over the sensitive inside of his ass. He scissored, panting.
He thought about what Kisame would look like if he saw him now. He chose to believe that he would be turned on. Images flashed through his head of Kisame fucking him, the two of them 69ing, ...