īŧ he's grinning a bit at the banter, but when sasuke shifts, the expression gradually transmutes instead to a sort of consideration, an artist studying a masterwork. he touches, because he can't not — one hand against the top of sasuke's thigh, up to his abdomen. he splays his hand right above his navel, just beyond the head of his cock, thickened and heavy with arousal. his hand is positioned almost more possessively than it is strictly sexual, a claimancy that's augmented by what he says next — īŧ
I like this. īŧ it's said simply, his fingers drag a little, not hard. īŧ You letting me look. It's not just seeing you — which, don't get me wrong, you're fucking gorgeous — but what's way fucking hotter than that is you making the choice to obey me. Thank you, sweetheart.
īŧ he drops a kiss against sasuke's shoulder, liberal as ever with the little affectionate gestures, the praise, the warmth — then it's right back to business: īŧ
I like, desperately wanna finger-fuck you but I have got that oil like, all over my hands and I'm guessing you don't want a cinnamon-scented asshole so do you have like, soap or anything? Nothing alcohol based, it'll burn. Otherwise I'll teleport out and pop back.
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Date: 2024-01-16 02:32 am (UTC)īŧ he's grinning a bit at the banter, but when sasuke shifts, the expression gradually transmutes instead to a sort of consideration, an artist studying a masterwork. he touches, because he can't not — one hand against the top of sasuke's thigh, up to his abdomen. he splays his hand right above his navel, just beyond the head of his cock, thickened and heavy with arousal. his hand is positioned almost more possessively than it is strictly sexual, a claimancy that's augmented by what he says next — īŧ
I like this. īŧ it's said simply, his fingers drag a little, not hard. īŧ You letting me look. It's not just seeing you — which, don't get me wrong, you're fucking gorgeous — but what's way fucking hotter than that is you making the choice to obey me. Thank you, sweetheart.
īŧ he drops a kiss against sasuke's shoulder, liberal as ever with the little affectionate gestures, the praise, the warmth — then it's right back to business: īŧ
I like, desperately wanna finger-fuck you but I have got that oil like, all over my hands and I'm guessing you don't want a cinnamon-scented asshole so do you have like, soap or anything? Nothing alcohol based, it'll burn. Otherwise I'll teleport out and pop back.