（ and cy, who is certainly no stranger to the banishment of dark spirals with the wilful application of sex, lets him do it. sasuke presses a hot mouth over the fabric, breath a damp, warm weight that makes him exhale.
pleasure's easy. he's never really gotten bored of feeling it — the rise and the rush of it, the clench-release-relax of coming. but sasuke already has something of a hold on him, and arousal is — different, when it's someone he's come to care about. like it's filtered through stained glass, turning what would otherwise be a normal event into something sanctified.
the stirring of his cock, then, is immediate — and the line of it thickens behind the fabric of the briefs.
he turns a bit, kicking his pants off, stepping back so he can sit down on the edge of the bed, guiding sasuke with a soft hand in his hair to go down in front of him. his knees spread obligingly, making room — one hooks in over the kid's right shoulder, because he likes the additional points of contact, because sasuke won't mind the weight, because it lets him pull him in just a little with the tightened muscle of his thigh and the bend of his knee. he's not worried about the underwear, because he can technically just get rid of it with a twitch of one open hand when sasuke's done exploring.
he opens his mouth, to say something filthy, the first in a a promised litany of many — but instead, the only thing he says is: ）
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pleasure's easy. he's never really gotten bored of feeling it — the rise and the rush of it, the clench-release-relax of coming. but sasuke already has something of a hold on him, and arousal is — different, when it's someone he's come to care about. like it's filtered through stained glass, turning what would otherwise be a normal event into something sanctified.
the stirring of his cock, then, is immediate — and the line of it thickens behind the fabric of the briefs.
he turns a bit, kicking his pants off, stepping back so he can sit down on the edge of the bed, guiding sasuke with a soft hand in his hair to go down in front of him. his knees spread obligingly, making room — one hooks in over the kid's right shoulder, because he likes the additional points of contact, because sasuke won't mind the weight, because it lets him pull him in just a little with the tightened muscle of his thigh and the bend of his knee. he's not worried about the underwear, because he can technically just get rid of it with a twitch of one open hand when sasuke's done exploring.
he opens his mouth, to say something filthy, the first in a a promised litany of many — but instead, the only thing he says is: ）
You look beautiful.