（ there's a rub of his cheek against one tender inner thigh, and then he acquiesces to the urging, licking a strip between the folds of his cunt to the clit, closing his mouth over the little bundle of nerves with a slow, deliberate suck. one hand rests tangled in the chain between his tits, tugging and releasing the tension the way a cat kneads at a blanket, palm over his belly as if to further spear that sentiment to fruition — but the other slips lower, and he pushes several fingers inside that slick channel in a smooth beckon of motion.

the seal of his mouth breaks with a pop and he lets his teeth drag against the hood of the clit, not with any especial roughness, just blunt touch. ）

Let's do that, then. Soon. Not today, but — soon.

（ today, they have other plans. that apparently involve leaving?? the room?? at some point?? sounds fake, actually, when all he wants to do is stay burrowed between his thighs until sasuke is literally sobbing from overstimulation and is physically unable to experience another orgasm, but hey —

in between gentle, kittenish licks at his clit: ）

Be a good boy and come for me again, then you can take my cock. I'll fuck a child into you right here.

（ the reality doesn't have to align with the words he says. they both enjoy the talk, so why not indulge? ）