（ there's a press of one soft kiss against his thigh, one final ruthlessly deep press of his fingers, and then his hand withdraws. well within sasuke's line of view, he proceeds to lick the mess from his fingers, taking his time to be almost agonizingly thorough. ）
My impatient, perfect whore, can't wait to be bred.
（ there's a moment where it seems like he might deny sasuke what he's asked for — less out of a lack of desire and more because he enjoys putting him on the edge of pleasure and forcing him to ride it out without release — but it's clearly only play, because his next act is to hook his forearm against sasuke's knees and force them upwards. this bends him nearly in half, knees pinioned to his chest and apart just enough to provide easy access to that sweet spot between his thighs. ）
Look how fucking good you are for me like this.
（ there's a gentle, caressing pet with his free hand that slips between the folds of sasuke's labia, the sort of on-display demonstration he mirrored not so very long ago in the genjutsu, in sasuke's customary body. everything about this boy, he just likes to look at. and he likes, too, sasuke being forced to endure the scrutiny. ）
Such a pretty cunt, and it flushes for me just like your cock does. The same shade of red, like a blush.
（ he positions himself so that his free hand can grasp his cock, letting sasuke take the bulk of his weight against his folded knees as he nudges the head of it in against him. that first moment where he breaches that slick hole and starts to sink inward feels divine all over again. once his hand is no longer needed to steady the course, it lifts to the chain anchored to sasuke's nipples, and tugs until his breasts are no longer compressed against his thighs but arranged in a spill of cleavage between them. ）
Take a breath for me — and then hold it. You can breathe again when I come.
（ which, you know, won't be too long, because he may be a god but when he's got his cock buried in literally whatever orifice of sasuke's is on offer, he can't help but feel human. ）
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My impatient, perfect whore, can't wait to be bred.
（ there's a moment where it seems like he might deny sasuke what he's asked for — less out of a lack of desire and more because he enjoys putting him on the edge of pleasure and forcing him to ride it out without release — but it's clearly only play, because his next act is to hook his forearm against sasuke's knees and force them upwards. this bends him nearly in half, knees pinioned to his chest and apart just enough to provide easy access to that sweet spot between his thighs. ）
Look how fucking good you are for me like this.
（ there's a gentle, caressing pet with his free hand that slips between the folds of sasuke's labia, the sort of on-display demonstration he mirrored not so very long ago in the genjutsu, in sasuke's customary body. everything about this boy, he just likes to look at. and he likes, too, sasuke being forced to endure the scrutiny. ）
Such a pretty cunt, and it flushes for me just like your cock does. The same shade of red, like a blush.
（ he positions himself so that his free hand can grasp his cock, letting sasuke take the bulk of his weight against his folded knees as he nudges the head of it in against him. that first moment where he breaches that slick hole and starts to sink inward feels divine all over again. once his hand is no longer needed to steady the course, it lifts to the chain anchored to sasuke's nipples, and tugs until his breasts are no longer compressed against his thighs but arranged in a spill of cleavage between them. ）
Take a breath for me — and then hold it. You can breathe again when I come.
（ which, you know, won't be too long, because he may be a god but when he's got his cock buried in literally whatever orifice of sasuke's is on offer, he can't help but feel human. ）