（ christ, that fucking sound. the twentieth blow rings out with all the sanctity of a churchbell in the air and that soft choke of sound drowns out everything else for a moment, his focus blacked out and narrowed down to it alone. the ache of his cock where it's trapped awkwardly by the cut of his pants is what zones him back in, and his hips shift to seek relief of the persistent nudge of discomfort.
but — sasuke first.
he reaches for the anti-inflammatories, taps two out of the bottle and into his hand, and then pushes them into sasuke's mouth with a gentle slide of his thumb and index finger. the bottle of water laid out on the bed is next, and he holds it so the boy can drink. ）
Swallow these for me and just rest a bit, breathe and relax. I've got you. You did so good, you took that punishment so fucking well for me. You were perfect.
（ he reaches for sasuke's wrist — gently guides him to reach around behind himself, pressing the boy's palm against the swollen, reddened skin of his ass. letting him feel and touch and explore but also because he suspects that he'll instinctively linger on any parts that are more painful than the rest, which he'll pay mindful attention to afterwards. and while he does that, after he's set the bottle of water aside, he strokes sasuke's hair tenderly, touching him anywhere he can reach just as these little grounding points of contact that can pull him back to his body. ）
Just give me a bit to work you open, okay? I'll be quick as you can stand, I know you can keep yourself hard and messy for me until then. Do you want to sit in my lap to take my cock, or do you want to be on your knees on the bed?
（ even as he's talking, gentle and soothing, he's reaching for the lube nearby to slick his fingers up, working them inside sasuke with practiced skill. he knows the boy's body so well now despite the fact they've only done this specific physical climax once before that he can interpret every clench and flicker of muscle around him, urging him on or holding him back in turn as he fucks him open with his fingers. normally he treats this as an act all its own, is happy to take agonizing time to jar pleasure loose from the coiled cable of sasuke's body, but now he clearly has another aim: keeping his word just as quickly as he dares with a boy who isn't fragile or soft but whom he treats as treasure regardless. ）
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but — sasuke first.
he reaches for the anti-inflammatories, taps two out of the bottle and into his hand, and then pushes them into sasuke's mouth with a gentle slide of his thumb and index finger. the bottle of water laid out on the bed is next, and he holds it so the boy can drink. ）
Swallow these for me and just rest a bit, breathe and relax. I've got you. You did so good, you took that punishment so fucking well for me. You were perfect.
（ he reaches for sasuke's wrist — gently guides him to reach around behind himself, pressing the boy's palm against the swollen, reddened skin of his ass. letting him feel and touch and explore but also because he suspects that he'll instinctively linger on any parts that are more painful than the rest, which he'll pay mindful attention to afterwards. and while he does that, after he's set the bottle of water aside, he strokes sasuke's hair tenderly, touching him anywhere he can reach just as these little grounding points of contact that can pull him back to his body. ）
Just give me a bit to work you open, okay? I'll be quick as you can stand, I know you can keep yourself hard and messy for me until then. Do you want to sit in my lap to take my cock, or do you want to be on your knees on the bed?
（ even as he's talking, gentle and soothing, he's reaching for the lube nearby to slick his fingers up, working them inside sasuke with practiced skill. he knows the boy's body so well now despite the fact they've only done this specific physical climax once before that he can interpret every clench and flicker of muscle around him, urging him on or holding him back in turn as he fucks him open with his fingers. normally he treats this as an act all its own, is happy to take agonizing time to jar pleasure loose from the coiled cable of sasuke's body, but now he clearly has another aim: keeping his word just as quickly as he dares with a boy who isn't fragile or soft but whom he treats as treasure regardless. ）