（ that's... maybe the most forward sasuke has ever been about that particular offer, and cy mirrors the cant of his head, curious more than thoughtful. as if he's listening to some beat, some nuance in the boy's voice that will weight his own decision one direction or another. ultimately, he decides — sasuke wouldn't make the offer if he wasn't able to bear it, so: ）
Sweetheart, I always want to fuck you. I'm pretty sure if we didn't have to do other weird shit like eat and sleep and get jiggy with bathroom amenities my dick would only ever leave your body to move to a different orifice. （ charming...
but, more softly to the part about transforming: ） And sure, I'd like that.
（ he reaches to start the process of peeling sasuke's sweat-damp shirt off over his head to toss it off to a corner of the room. fans his hands across the boy's muscular chest, which he peels himself upwards from the bed to bite at playfully. your fault for having pecs, sasuke. ）
Because it's you.
（ that grinding is certainly doing its level best to coax his libido to an open flame, and he reaches out to grip the boy's hip in a bruising hold just to still him a moment. not because he's not enjoying it, but because the delayed gratification of denying sasuke what he wants in the moment amps him up even more.
his other hand, he holds out for sasuke to use to form the seals with a little smile as he drops back against the bed. ）
Can I put nipple clamps on you? I've not yet begun to debauch thine titties.
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Sweetheart, I always want to fuck you. I'm pretty sure if we didn't have to do other weird shit like eat and sleep and get jiggy with bathroom amenities my dick would only ever leave your body to move to a different orifice. （ charming...
but, more softly to the part about transforming: ） And sure, I'd like that.
（ he reaches to start the process of peeling sasuke's sweat-damp shirt off over his head to toss it off to a corner of the room. fans his hands across the boy's muscular chest, which he peels himself upwards from the bed to bite at playfully. your fault for having pecs, sasuke. ）
Because it's you.
（ that grinding is certainly doing its level best to coax his libido to an open flame, and he reaches out to grip the boy's hip in a bruising hold just to still him a moment. not because he's not enjoying it, but because the delayed gratification of denying sasuke what he wants in the moment amps him up even more.
his other hand, he holds out for sasuke to use to form the seals with a little smile as he drops back against the bed. ）
Can I put nipple clamps on you? I've not yet begun to debauch thine titties.
（ let him be a l'il mean, as a treat. ）