[ Byakuran is crumbling, melting beneath that rough, skilled touch, because after everything is said and done, he is still barely more than a child. He doesn't have nearly enough experience in this, having only perfected his skill on touching and luring. The desire stirs, hot and intense, and he cannot help it when his pre-cum slicks his uncle's rough fingers, providing the precious bit of lubrication that he needs.
Even now, he cannot believe how much he's enjoying this, how he's still steadily tearing Kakaahi down, easing into his pysche and sweetly corrupting him, taking him deeper and deeper still. He know how tenuous his beloved uncle's hold on himself is by now, and he's merciless. With a soft cry, he comes helplessly in his arms, spurting on the older man's fingers with a raw cry he hadn't expected to release. It's messy, sticky and delightfully dirty, and the boy trembles against him, sealing both their fates. Pinned like a butterfly, clinging so tightly to him, he murmurs -] Kakashi...
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Even now, he cannot believe how much he's enjoying this, how he's still steadily tearing Kakaahi down, easing into his pysche and sweetly corrupting him, taking him deeper and deeper still. He know how tenuous his beloved uncle's hold on himself is by now, and he's merciless. With a soft cry, he comes helplessly in his arms, spurting on the older man's fingers with a raw cry he hadn't expected to release. It's messy, sticky and delightfully dirty, and the boy trembles against him, sealing both their fates. Pinned like a butterfly, clinging so tightly to him, he murmurs -] Kakashi...