（ he leans in, canting his head against sasuke's, chin hooked over his shoulder as he does as asked. sasuke gets lowered down with aching, inexorable slowness. he's in complete control of the descent, and as it happens he just nuzzles against him, kisses at his shoulder rather than peppering him with the usual sharp press of his teeth.
he keeps his hips steady, doesn't rut against the boy or otherwise move until sasuke is fully seated across his lap, flush against him with the spear of his cock disappeared inside him.
he breathes out in a stutter, the muscles of his stomach drum-taut with the effort of not just blowing his load immediately, and while he keeps one had wedged between sasuke's ass and his thighs, the other he peels back so he can wrap it around the boy's shoulders and just pull him in close. it feels a little like a promise, an unspoken oath, the genesis of which has stepped beyond human understanding. ）
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he keeps his hips steady, doesn't rut against the boy or otherwise move until sasuke is fully seated across his lap, flush against him with the spear of his cock disappeared inside him.
he breathes out in a stutter, the muscles of his stomach drum-taut with the effort of not just blowing his load immediately, and while he keeps one had wedged between sasuke's ass and his thighs, the other he peels back so he can wrap it around the boy's shoulders and just pull him in close. it feels a little like a promise, an unspoken oath, the genesis of which has stepped beyond human understanding. ）