（ the clench helps, the shift, the way sasuke asks him — it's an easy feeling to sink into, to accept into himself, to enjoy. he makes a soft noise, and drops his free hand to sasuke's hip, fingers curling beneath the seat of his ass — the boy weighs nearly nothing to him despite a solid frame and well-honed muscle, so it's easy enough to help encourage him to lift just slightly and then pull him back down, hard. harder than they've done so far, than earlier gentleness allowed. he's already mostly there, buoyed by the slick of his own spent orgasm inside the boy and the remains of the tacky lube that eased prior passage. the heat of the earlier blows is still radiating from him like a fever, and —
if they'd done this more than once before, if they were more than just exploring the nascency of a relationship, maybe he'd slap him again, palm curved in against already reddened skin. but — for now, the only thing he does is flex his fingers into the little hurt of it all, and respond to the rock of sasuke's hips with an upward shift of his own. ）
Just so you know, you're cleaning my shirt later.
（ is the playful little threat, not uttered seriously. it's simply an expression of desire, that that will be the end goal of their engagement. he wants to be messy, wants sasuke to get off, wants, wants. ）
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if they'd done this more than once before, if they were more than just exploring the nascency of a relationship, maybe he'd slap him again, palm curved in against already reddened skin. but — for now, the only thing he does is flex his fingers into the little hurt of it all, and respond to the rock of sasuke's hips with an upward shift of his own. ）
Just so you know, you're cleaning my shirt later.
（ is the playful little threat, not uttered seriously. it's simply an expression of desire, that that will be the end goal of their engagement. he wants to be messy, wants sasuke to get off, wants, wants. ）