（ he does not miss that eye contact, nor its meaning, nor the gift of it.
afterwards, he lays sprawled there as long as he dares — cherishing the warmth of sasuke's body beneath him, the places where sweat has bled through the fabric of his clothing and — newly renewed — the sensation of where the come has dried on his shirt.
time becomes a murky sludge he has to dedicate serious bandwidth to wade through, but eventually he manages it. the transition to aftercare is a slow, methodical process. he tidies them both up, strips himself naked, gets sasuke to lay facedown while he dresses his skin in another round of lotion — focusing his attention on those specific little parts that sasuke had indicated unknowingly as a source of greater hurt.
he spends much of the rest of the day working the boy loose and boneless with a gentle massage that wrings the tension from taut muscles, humming a faint old song as he works.
when they sleep, they're tangled up in each other, and he's got one hand slung across sasuke's reddened ass in a mark of possessive protectiveness, cradling the boy against his chest like he has no intention of letting him go. ）
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afterwards, he lays sprawled there as long as he dares — cherishing the warmth of sasuke's body beneath him, the places where sweat has bled through the fabric of his clothing and — newly renewed — the sensation of where the come has dried on his shirt.
time becomes a murky sludge he has to dedicate serious bandwidth to wade through, but eventually he manages it. the transition to aftercare is a slow, methodical process. he tidies them both up, strips himself naked, gets sasuke to lay facedown while he dresses his skin in another round of lotion — focusing his attention on those specific little parts that sasuke had indicated unknowingly as a source of greater hurt.
he spends much of the rest of the day working the boy loose and boneless with a gentle massage that wrings the tension from taut muscles, humming a faint old song as he works.
when they sleep, they're tangled up in each other, and he's got one hand slung across sasuke's reddened ass in a mark of possessive protectiveness, cradling the boy against his chest like he has no intention of letting him go. ）