（ eventually, the world spins back into colour. he starts existing beyond the beat of their hearts and that intimate point of connection between them, the softening of his spent cock and the slick, wet heat of sasuke's body. he doesn't want to move, because moving means the loss of this moment, and this is something he wants to keep close in the shelter of a shattered mind as long as he can hold it.
but eventually — eventually, he pulls back. his cock slips from sasuke's cunt and he wipes at a tacky string of come that leaks from his hole, pushes it back inside his body with the hook of his fingers. lets his legs down, and reaches to gently undo the clamps at his nipples, each one soothed with the press of his mouth, the soft suck and the lave of his tongue. other kisses are left against his sternum, the divot at the root of his throat, the edge of his jaw where it's been smoothed to androgyny by the jutsu. ）
you mean it can get WORSE?
but eventually — eventually, he pulls back. his cock slips from sasuke's cunt and he wipes at a tacky string of come that leaks from his hole, pushes it back inside his body with the hook of his fingers. lets his legs down, and reaches to gently undo the clamps at his nipples, each one soothed with the press of his mouth, the soft suck and the lave of his tongue. other kisses are left against his sternum, the divot at the root of his throat, the edge of his jaw where it's been smoothed to androgyny by the jutsu. ）
Christ outloud, you're so perfect.