（ he laughs a little, soft, and this time the kiss is dropped against sasuke's shoulder. ）
Okay, I hear you loud and clear. Let me do this first, okay? I can feel how hard you are, how good you're doing against my thigh — just be patient.
（ he keeps his fingers in sasuke's mouth for now, the rhythm of his fingers sliding against his tongue is thoughtfully gentle rather than an intrusive plunge, and he does give his thumb a gentle tug from the seat of sasuke's hole.
given the slight change in plans, he wants to at least get the aftercare part started now — so one of those creams he'd set out earlier is reached for, the cap popped, and a generous helping of it squeezed out against the small of sasuke's back to use as a staging ground to rub into his skin. the arnica will help with the formation of bruising, and the cbd will act as pain relief — neither terribly invasive on their own. he's thorough about it, making sure that the lotion really has a chance to sink down into the skin, and when he's satisfied he grabs a towel to wipe off any excess.
the sign that he's nearly ready to continue is one last thrust of his fingers into sasuke's mouth — just skirting the line of his gag reflex, and then he withdraws, giving a loving (if messy) stroke against his cheek before his hand returns to where it was prior, nestled just beside sasuke's own on the bed. ）
Relax for me. We're going to pick up again and I want you to take 'em real nice for me, okay? Show me how well you can resist fighting me. Next one's twelve. Eight more and then you get dessert, but the less you relax the longer it'll take because I'm still gonna prep you first.
（ he waits for sasuke's acknowledgement, and then raises his hand again, bringing it down. the intensity of the blows hasn't changed, but his hand's cupped just a little more — lessening the overall sting of his palm as it lands. ）
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Okay, I hear you loud and clear. Let me do this first, okay? I can feel how hard you are, how good you're doing against my thigh — just be patient.
（ he keeps his fingers in sasuke's mouth for now, the rhythm of his fingers sliding against his tongue is thoughtfully gentle rather than an intrusive plunge, and he does give his thumb a gentle tug from the seat of sasuke's hole.
given the slight change in plans, he wants to at least get the aftercare part started now — so one of those creams he'd set out earlier is reached for, the cap popped, and a generous helping of it squeezed out against the small of sasuke's back to use as a staging ground to rub into his skin. the arnica will help with the formation of bruising, and the cbd will act as pain relief — neither terribly invasive on their own. he's thorough about it, making sure that the lotion really has a chance to sink down into the skin, and when he's satisfied he grabs a towel to wipe off any excess.
the sign that he's nearly ready to continue is one last thrust of his fingers into sasuke's mouth — just skirting the line of his gag reflex, and then he withdraws, giving a loving (if messy) stroke against his cheek before his hand returns to where it was prior, nestled just beside sasuke's own on the bed. ）
Relax for me. We're going to pick up again and I want you to take 'em real nice for me, okay? Show me how well you can resist fighting me. Next one's twelve. Eight more and then you get dessert, but the less you relax the longer it'll take because I'm still gonna prep you first.
（ he waits for sasuke's acknowledgement, and then raises his hand again, bringing it down. the intensity of the blows hasn't changed, but his hand's cupped just a little more — lessening the overall sting of his palm as it lands. ）