（ his breath gusts out in a laugh, and the touch turns into a stroke of sasuke's cheek. it's not the first time that he's looked at sasuke and worried that someone else might have — taken all of his capacity for love, for warmth, for this sweet submission and twisted it into something dark and cruel. but there's something tender held briefly in his gaze, before he reaches for one of the little savory cakes he'd bought for the picnic. ）

Really? （ that's drawn out, speculative. ） And you think you can maintain your composure? Brave man.

（ he breaks off a little piece of the cake and pops it into his own mouth. the gesture is repeated for sasuke moments later. ）

I'll teleport us back to our room if you get overwhelmed, okay? Nothing wrong with that. （ the offer could be to turn the toy off instead, but maybe this is just part of the punishment. ） Otherwise, you know the drill. Pick a number between one and six thousand, nine hundred and forty one.

（ yes, sorry, he's doing Math Shit, as that is certainly not the number of settings the toy has. ）