（ he goes to his knees beside the bed, putting him a little lower than sasuke now, and with his right hand braced against the boy's back he leans in to kiss those tender bruises. this is done softly, the way one performs ritual. just as he insists on cleaning him after sex, so too does he offer these ministrations now.
when he's finished, he just loops his arms around him, shifted halfly forward across sasuke's crossed legs, forehead pressed just above his sternum. ）
Don't keep something like this from me again, please.
（ there's no anger in his voice. but there is a dappled glimmer of hurt, of resignation — not so much that sasuke kept it from him, but because he'd made the conscious decision to endure the discomfort alone. ）
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when he's finished, he just loops his arms around him, shifted halfly forward across sasuke's crossed legs, forehead pressed just above his sternum. ）
Don't keep something like this from me again, please.
（ there's no anger in his voice. but there is a dappled glimmer of hurt, of resignation — not so much that sasuke kept it from him, but because he'd made the conscious decision to endure the discomfort alone. ）