īŧ he leans in, and presses a chaste kiss to the corner of sasuke's mouth, the gratitude he doesn't voice aloud. from there, he hooks his hand under sasuke's thigh and brings his leg up for ease of access, and then lets his arm rest there, keeping sasuke's thigh folded in against his chest in something that's half an embrace. the kid's plenty flexible enough to manage it without strain, and he can feel the easy flex of the muscles beneath the fall of his arm. the lube gets shuffled around in an awkward little dance between hands, and his fingers are appropriately slicked up with a messy squirt of it that absolutely goes everywhere with the first pump of the bottle.
but it does the job — and he's mindful as he starts, languid about it, a slow exploration across the perineum, a press in against his asshole. he's half petting the boy, almost more for the sake of physical contact alone than with any indication of his end game. and perhaps that's part of it, too — just acclimatizing him to aimless, deliberate contact. in concert with that, too, kisses are peppered anywhere within easy reach. sasuke's knee, his shin, his shoulder — one particularly dramatic lean into his space lets him capture the boy's mouth in a lazy sort of hunger, licking into his mouth.
by the time he slips a finger inside the kid, it feels like it's been hours just like this — his faulty perception of time stretching seconds and minutes and the upward-racheting flickering beat of sasuke's heart that sounds impossibly loud in the room to tiny eternities.
progress is almost achingly slow, letting that ring of muscle flex and release before he pushes in deeper, and once his palm is bottomed out against the kid's ass he noses at his cheek. he doesn't have the full range of motion in his left arm as he's currently propped up by his elbow, but he can lay his forearm flat along the mattress and let his fingers tangle in sasuke's hair. īŧ
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Date: 2024-01-16 05:26 am (UTC)īŧ he leans in, and presses a chaste kiss to the corner of sasuke's mouth, the gratitude he doesn't voice aloud. from there, he hooks his hand under sasuke's thigh and brings his leg up for ease of access, and then lets his arm rest there, keeping sasuke's thigh folded in against his chest in something that's half an embrace. the kid's plenty flexible enough to manage it without strain, and he can feel the easy flex of the muscles beneath the fall of his arm. the lube gets shuffled around in an awkward little dance between hands, and his fingers are appropriately slicked up with a messy squirt of it that absolutely goes everywhere with the first pump of the bottle.
but it does the job — and he's mindful as he starts, languid about it, a slow exploration across the perineum, a press in against his asshole. he's half petting the boy, almost more for the sake of physical contact alone than with any indication of his end game. and perhaps that's part of it, too — just acclimatizing him to aimless, deliberate contact. in concert with that, too, kisses are peppered anywhere within easy reach. sasuke's knee, his shin, his shoulder — one particularly dramatic lean into his space lets him capture the boy's mouth in a lazy sort of hunger, licking into his mouth.
by the time he slips a finger inside the kid, it feels like it's been hours just like this — his faulty perception of time stretching seconds and minutes and the upward-racheting flickering beat of sasuke's heart that sounds impossibly loud in the room to tiny eternities.
progress is almost achingly slow, letting that ring of muscle flex and release before he pushes in deeper, and once his palm is bottomed out against the kid's ass he noses at his cheek. he doesn't have the full range of motion in his left arm as he's currently propped up by his elbow, but he can lay his forearm flat along the mattress and let his fingers tangle in sasuke's hair. īŧ
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