[The effect of the scene has dug its heady roots into Sasuke, and the next time he gasps it is with his mouth pressed down hard against the mattress, half-smothered, discomfort jolting through his right arm at the joint of his shoulder. It throbs into his belly, and at once he's dizzy with the force of lust from being pinned and held down this way, the illusion of helplessness, of power taken away.
The knife cuts through fabric easily, having chosen clothing cheap and replaceable — and he can feel the threat of the blade against his skin with that warning heavy in mind. In such a scenario, panic demonstrates itself in a brief struggle despite that — another gasp of air lost to the sheets, on the verge of a dry sob, when he feels the bite of steel on skin. It registers like a cool sting, shallow enough it won't scar.]
Stop. [A quiet plea. He has neighbors, after all, and he's keenly aware of this even beneath the veneer of pretend. The act is easy to fall into.] Let go of me.
[And, in his mind, he wonders how it will seem once he's stripped completely naked. Once this man finds the plug in his ass.]
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The knife cuts through fabric easily, having chosen clothing cheap and replaceable — and he can feel the threat of the blade against his skin with that warning heavy in mind. In such a scenario, panic demonstrates itself in a brief struggle despite that — another gasp of air lost to the sheets, on the verge of a dry sob, when he feels the bite of steel on skin. It registers like a cool sting, shallow enough it won't scar.]
Stop. [A quiet plea. He has neighbors, after all, and he's keenly aware of this even beneath the veneer of pretend. The act is easy to fall into.] Let go of me.
[And, in his mind, he wonders how it will seem once he's stripped completely naked. Once this man finds the plug in his ass.]