（ the fucking sound that is caged by the clench of sasuke's teeth is — sure something else. it cuts through his awareness like a shot across the bow, and he has to breathe through the roar of lust it drags out of the pit of him. ）
God, those sounds are so hot, sweetheart. You've got me so fucking hard, taking punishment for me like this.
（ he wants to kiss him desperately in that moment, to breathe in the exhalation borne of that whimper — but since it's tricky to manage at this angle at the best of times, he only lifts his free hand to sasuke's mouth and if permitted will slide two fingers in against his tongue in a possessive, familiar slip of motion that's clearly meant to simulate a blowjob.
but he doesn't want to overwhelm him with any one particular sensation or other right yet either, which is why he works his mouth a moment and then spreads the cheeks of sasuke's ass with his thumb and index finger, spitting against the sensitive flutter of his hole. he works the spit in against him with the hook of his thumb and then pushes it inside him in one inexorable inward motion. the coaxing beckoning of his thumb once it's fully seated grazes at the edge of the prostate, and reaches down to press a kiss against his hair. it's a poor man's spitroast — a thumb and two fingers sliding in tantalizing concert into the slick wet heat of him at opposing ends, but he hopes it'll be an anchor through the building haze of discomfort and restraint that sasuke is weathering to endure the pain. ）
If you want to get off for me now, I'll stop the spanks at twenty and move right to the aftercare. If you want to hold out, at the end I'll slide my cock up your pretty reddened ass and paint your insides with my come first. Drop the bell if you want the first option. This is about your satisfaction, not mine — whatever you decide, make it for you. I'm just here to serve you, Sasuke. Help me do that.
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God, those sounds are so hot, sweetheart. You've got me so fucking hard, taking punishment for me like this.
（ he wants to kiss him desperately in that moment, to breathe in the exhalation borne of that whimper — but since it's tricky to manage at this angle at the best of times, he only lifts his free hand to sasuke's mouth and if permitted will slide two fingers in against his tongue in a possessive, familiar slip of motion that's clearly meant to simulate a blowjob.
but he doesn't want to overwhelm him with any one particular sensation or other right yet either, which is why he works his mouth a moment and then spreads the cheeks of sasuke's ass with his thumb and index finger, spitting against the sensitive flutter of his hole. he works the spit in against him with the hook of his thumb and then pushes it inside him in one inexorable inward motion. the coaxing beckoning of his thumb once it's fully seated grazes at the edge of the prostate, and reaches down to press a kiss against his hair. it's a poor man's spitroast — a thumb and two fingers sliding in tantalizing concert into the slick wet heat of him at opposing ends, but he hopes it'll be an anchor through the building haze of discomfort and restraint that sasuke is weathering to endure the pain. ）
If you want to get off for me now, I'll stop the spanks at twenty and move right to the aftercare. If you want to hold out, at the end I'll slide my cock up your pretty reddened ass and paint your insides with my come first. Drop the bell if you want the first option. This is about your satisfaction, not mine — whatever you decide, make it for you. I'm just here to serve you, Sasuke. Help me do that.