（ he doesn't actually know how long it takes for him to collect all the little fractals of a mind spun like sugar on roaring pleasure, but — long enough. he exhales in a bracing gust, and then peels himself back just a little so he can look at the kid and brush dark hair back from his forehead and away from those mismatched eyes. half of him wants to collapse into a boneless heap and just take sasuke with him — but the other half knows the job's not done. ）

Gimme a sec. I need to figure out where I dropped the high functioning aftercare region of my brain. Christ. Fuck.

（ he groans audibly and thumps his forehead down against sasuke's shoulder with a slouch of his spine. ）

Did you even come? （ omg??? he sounds Worried, Actually. he's a bad dom for coming first 🥺🥺🥺 ） I lost the fucking plot.