（ he keeps his hands where they are in self-imposed exile, but the gentle whisper of the pads of his thumbs across sasuke's skin — a rare place on him that isn't scarred — persists. ）
Easy, sweetheart, easy. I've got you. Grab the lube, slick yourself up. It's okay if you fail, I'll help if it's too much. But I want you to try, okay? Just listen to me and try.
（ sasuke obeys him, and there's a glimmer of frustration in his sharp movements. but it's still progress, and once he's done as he was bid cy tells him to again close his eyes.
then, in a voice that's soft, with a storyteller's lilt — ）
All your life, your body's been a weapon. You can stand pleasure with me because it's something that you feel you're being given, not something you're taking from yourself, from me. But I can tell you right now that if you could see the way you're holding your cock right now, if you were touching me like that you'd be furious at yourself. There's nothing gentle in it. You're being cruel to yourself because you don't know how to be kind, because strength has only come from pain, and pleasure culled from battle. But it's okay. Every part of you is something precious to me. I want you to carry that, and I know you can take it. Loosen your fingers up. Your hand feels good, the way the callouses add a texture to the way the skin of your cock slides beneath it. Chase that feeling all the way up to the head of your cock, drag your index finger against the crown, up enough your grip stutters. Slip your hand up and over the head, twist your wrist a bit as you go so the friction works against the glans. Squeeze, think about my mouth on you. Remember how you came for me back then? I could've sat there for hours just worshipping your cock on the altar of my tongue.
（ his tone is so achingly far away, tender in a way even sasuke rarely hears from him. ）
You don't have to feel like you deserve it. That comes later. For now, trust that I say you do. You've trusted me with every part of yourself so far, so give me that, too. Your body is beautiful, you deserve to treat it that way when you're with me, when you're alone. I want you to. I want you to reach into yourself and find just the smallest spark, some thread of pleasure, and grasp it, and pull until it unravels. C'mon, ma petite flamme, surrender yourself and let me catch you.
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Easy, sweetheart, easy. I've got you. Grab the lube, slick yourself up. It's okay if you fail, I'll help if it's too much. But I want you to try, okay? Just listen to me and try.
（ sasuke obeys him, and there's a glimmer of frustration in his sharp movements. but it's still progress, and once he's done as he was bid cy tells him to again close his eyes.
then, in a voice that's soft, with a storyteller's lilt — ）
All your life, your body's been a weapon. You can stand pleasure with me because it's something that you feel you're being given, not something you're taking from yourself, from me. But I can tell you right now that if you could see the way you're holding your cock right now, if you were touching me like that you'd be furious at yourself. There's nothing gentle in it. You're being cruel to yourself because you don't know how to be kind, because strength has only come from pain, and pleasure culled from battle. But it's okay. Every part of you is something precious to me. I want you to carry that, and I know you can take it. Loosen your fingers up. Your hand feels good, the way the callouses add a texture to the way the skin of your cock slides beneath it. Chase that feeling all the way up to the head of your cock, drag your index finger against the crown, up enough your grip stutters. Slip your hand up and over the head, twist your wrist a bit as you go so the friction works against the glans. Squeeze, think about my mouth on you. Remember how you came for me back then? I could've sat there for hours just worshipping your cock on the altar of my tongue.
（ his tone is so achingly far away, tender in a way even sasuke rarely hears from him. ）
You don't have to feel like you deserve it. That comes later. For now, trust that I say you do. You've trusted me with every part of yourself so far, so give me that, too. Your body is beautiful, you deserve to treat it that way when you're with me, when you're alone. I want you to. I want you to reach into yourself and find just the smallest spark, some thread of pleasure, and grasp it, and pull until it unravels. C'mon, ma petite flamme, surrender yourself and let me catch you.