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A few weeks had passed since that intense encounter, and Isha found himself once again at Jiraiya's house for a sleepover. The aroma of Naruto's cooking wafted through the air, making Isha's stomach rumble. He decided to explore the house while Naruto finished preparing dinner. His footsteps led him upstairs, where he found himself outside Jiraiya's study.
Isha hesitated for a moment, remembering the last time he had been in this room. The memory of Jiraiya's firm grip and teasing tongue sent a shiver down his spine. He took a deep breath and knocked softly on the door.
"Come in," Jiraiya's voice called out, deep and commanding.
Isha pushed the door open and stepped inside, his heart pounding in his chest. Jiraiya was sitting at his desk, surrounded by scrolls and books. He looked up, his eyes meeting Isha's with a mix of curiosity and amusement.
"To what do I owe the pleasure, Isha?" Jiraiya asked, leaning back in his chair.
Isha took a step closer, his voice barely above a whisper. "Jiraiya, I... I can't take it anymore. Please, I need to cum. I've been thinking about that night, about how you touched me, and I can't stop thinking about it."
Jiraiya's smile was slow and wicked. "Is that so? And what makes you think I'm in the mood to oblige you?"
Isha's cheeks flushed, but he held Jiraiya's gaze. "Because I know you want to. I can see it in your eyes."
Jiraiya stood up, his chair scraping against the floor. He walked around the desk, his steps deliberate and measured. "You're a bold one, aren't you? Very well, Isha. Let's see if you can handle it." He reached out, his hand wrapping around Isha's waist, pulling him closer. Isha's breath hitched as Jiraiya's other hand moved to his crotch, rubbing roughly through the fabric of his pants.
Jiraiya's grip on Isha's waist tightened, pulling him flush against his broad chest. The older man's hand continued its rough assault on Isha's crotch, kneading the growing bulge through the thin fabric of his pants with deliberate force. Isha let out a sharp gasp, his body trembling as waves of heat coursed through him. The room seemed to shrink around them, the air thick with the scent of ink and unspoken desires.
"You're already so hard for me, aren't you, boy?" Jiraiya growled, his voice low and gravelly, laced with a mocking edge that only fueled Isha's desperation. His fingers dug in deeper, tracing the outline of Isha's erection with practiced precision, applying just enough pressure to make Isha's knees weaken. "Pathetic. Can't even wait a few hours without begging like a whore."
Isha's face burned with a mix of shame and excitement, his hands clutching at Jiraiya's shirt for support. "Please... Jiraiya, I need it. I can't—ah!" His words cut off as Jiraiya suddenly yanked down Isha's pants, exposing him to the cool air of the room. The fabric pooled around his ankles, and Jiraiya wasted no time wrapping his calloused hand around Isha's throbbing cock, stroking it with a firm, unrelenting rhythm.
Jiraiya chuckled darkly, his breath hot against Isha's ear. "Look at you, leaking already. You're fucking desperate." He pumped harder, his thumb swirling over the sensitive tip, smearing the pre-cum that had already gathered there. Isha moaned loudly, unable to hold back as pleasure shot through him like lightning. Jiraiya's free hand slid up Isha's back, under his shirt, nails scraping against skin as he pushed him toward the desk.
"Over here," Jiraiya commanded, shoving Isha forward until his hips pressed against the edge of the wooden surface. Scrolls and books scattered as Isha braced himself, his ass exposed and vulnerable. Jiraiya stepped back for a moment, admiring his work, before spitting into his hand and slicking it over his own hardening length. "I'm going to fuck you until you can't walk straight, you little slut. And you're going to thank me for it."
With that, Jiraiya positioned himself behind Isha, one hand gripping his hip while the other guided his cock to Isha's entrance. He pushed in slowly at first, savoring the tight heat, but quickly picked up pace, thrusting deep and hard. Isha cried out, a mix of pain and ecstasy overwhelming him as Jiraiya pounded into him relentlessly, the desk creaking under their weight. "Take it all, you greedy fuck," Jiraiya snarled, his hips snapping forward with brutal force. "This is what you wanted, isn't it?"