but he's not going to offer correction, especially the way that plea is just spilled out in the air between them, soft sentiment laid bare. he can feel the clench of sasuke's body all around him, driving him to the precipice and it would be easy, so easy to just let go and fall into the rising tide of it, but —
— but he stops, just for a moment. shifts his hand to sasuke's cheek, and he leans in to kiss him. a soft lick into his mouth, the taste of his tongue, the shared oxygen on their breath. it's both instant and eternity.
after that, release comes easy. everything tightens, caught at that fracture-point of pleasure, and slacks off, and cy is left holding onto sasuke as tightly as a man clings to a shipwreck in a storm. aftershocks of orgasm seize him in tiny little tremors that shiver all the way through him, and though he doesn't remember moving his hands at all he's got both arms wound around the boy, one hand cupping the back of his head, fingers in a loose twist of his hair, and the other is simply holding him tightly enough to bruise.
he's panting wetly against the crook of sasuke's shoulder, and can only find it in himself to murmur: ）
no subject
but he's not going to offer correction, especially the way that plea is just spilled out in the air between them, soft sentiment laid bare. he can feel the clench of sasuke's body all around him, driving him to the precipice and it would be easy, so easy to just let go and fall into the rising tide of it, but —
— but he stops, just for a moment. shifts his hand to sasuke's cheek, and he leans in to kiss him. a soft lick into his mouth, the taste of his tongue, the shared oxygen on their breath. it's both instant and eternity.
after that, release comes easy. everything tightens, caught at that fracture-point of pleasure, and slacks off, and cy is left holding onto sasuke as tightly as a man clings to a shipwreck in a storm. aftershocks of orgasm seize him in tiny little tremors that shiver all the way through him, and though he doesn't remember moving his hands at all he's got both arms wound around the boy, one hand cupping the back of his head, fingers in a loose twist of his hair, and the other is simply holding him tightly enough to bruise.
he's panting wetly against the crook of sasuke's shoulder, and can only find it in himself to murmur: ）
Fuck. Wow.