īŧ cy sets the gift bag down, nudging it nearer under the bed with one foot as he too takes his shoes off. īŧ
Ah, well. I wanted to make you wait.
īŧ not as a punishment. not as a form of neglect. but because he likes letting the anticipation build and swell and crash down all at once, and he reaches out to touch one fine-boned ankle, gently smoothing his thumb against the jutting bone of the lateral malleolus. it's a bracing, encouraging touch, and then he steps back so he can gather up the carelessly scattered clothing. which he folds. īŧ
You got pretty far on your own, though. At this rate you might not even need me.
īŧ it's teasing and playful, no real weight behind it as statements go. he knows better than to let it seem too seriously considered, which is why he almost immediately follows it up with: īŧ
Here, keep your hand where it is. I'm gonna slip in a finger with you. Teamwork, and all that.
īŧ he does grab the cleaning wipes out from under the bad, wiping his hands down meticulously (he could've stopped in at the bathroom, but honestly it didn't occur to him) and then he's hunting about for the lube until he finds it caught in the rucked up coil of the sheet. he lubes up his fingers, and then there's the dip of his weight on the bed behind sasuke as he positions himself there. one hand is rested gently against the curve of the hip more into the mattress, steady and reassuring — but the other hand is laid overtop sasuke's own, and it's with an absolutely aching slowness that he works his middle finger in alongside sasuke's. his hand traps the boy's in against the cleft of his ass, and now the angle lets him lean over along the length of his back to kiss one bare shoulder. īŧ
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Date: 2024-01-21 02:19 am (UTC)Ah, well. I wanted to make you wait.
īŧ not as a punishment. not as a form of neglect. but because he likes letting the anticipation build and swell and crash down all at once, and he reaches out to touch one fine-boned ankle, gently smoothing his thumb against the jutting bone of the lateral malleolus. it's a bracing, encouraging touch, and then he steps back so he can gather up the carelessly scattered clothing. which he folds. īŧ
You got pretty far on your own, though. At this rate you might not even need me.
īŧ it's teasing and playful, no real weight behind it as statements go. he knows better than to let it seem too seriously considered, which is why he almost immediately follows it up with: īŧ
Here, keep your hand where it is. I'm gonna slip in a finger with you. Teamwork, and all that.
īŧ he does grab the cleaning wipes out from under the bad, wiping his hands down meticulously (he could've stopped in at the bathroom, but honestly it didn't occur to him) and then he's hunting about for the lube until he finds it caught in the rucked up coil of the sheet. he lubes up his fingers, and then there's the dip of his weight on the bed behind sasuke as he positions himself there. one hand is rested gently against the curve of the hip more into the mattress, steady and reassuring — but the other hand is laid overtop sasuke's own, and it's with an absolutely aching slowness that he works his middle finger in alongside sasuke's. his hand traps the boy's in against the cleft of his ass, and now the angle lets him lean over along the length of his back to kiss one bare shoulder. īŧ
How's this?