（ five thrusts, it seems, had been ambitious of him. every time sasuke talks like that, skirting the lines of his own comfort with that factual, crass language it's like a stab of warming lust — his shoulders shiver, and he can feel the building crest of an ache in his balls that makes holding off fucking hard— ）
I will, sweetheart. Ask me properly.
（ he says it as he lifts the boy up a few scant inches, and this time on lowering him down rolls his hips so his dick slides newly against sasuke's prostate with a flex of his pelvic muscles. it's taking a not-inconsiderable amount of his hard-won restraint not to just do as he's asked, but what can he say? he likes it when sasuke begs him for it. ）
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I will, sweetheart. Ask me properly.
（ he says it as he lifts the boy up a few scant inches, and this time on lowering him down rolls his hips so his dick slides newly against sasuke's prostate with a flex of his pelvic muscles. it's taking a not-inconsiderable amount of his hard-won restraint not to just do as he's asked, but what can he say? he likes it when sasuke begs him for it. ）