（ that statement slugs him in the gut. he has one hand free, and it drops to the edge of the bed, kneading at the mattress. because there is a sense of ownership there, of offerance, and it — has an affect. it sparks electric along every nerve, and the brief seal of sasuke's mouth against the head of his cock, the press of his fingers, the fucking — words, those things all come together in some awful triumvirate of a pleasure he doesn't remember getting this dizzily drunk on in a long, long time.
it pulls a sound out of him, something low and breathy, perhaps the first thing he's done around sasuke that's almost entirely uncontrolled. his heel, braced against sasuke's back along the line of his spine, digs in hard.
time fractures away from him, and narrows the point of his world down to the boy on his knees. the warmth of that questing tongue and his rough hand. by the time sasuke tongues the slit of his dick he's already messy and leaking with precome for reasons well beyond just the physical attention. possessiveness washes over him like blood from a slit throat in a messy spray, and he chokes on unwelcome words — you're mine — just enough presence of mind it's not the time or the place for the sentiment to spill out between them.
his fingers flex in the boy's hair, clearly restraining himself from just grabbing him and dragging him forward, wanting another, deeper plunge — ）
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it pulls a sound out of him, something low and breathy, perhaps the first thing he's done around sasuke that's almost entirely uncontrolled. his heel, braced against sasuke's back along the line of his spine, digs in hard.
time fractures away from him, and narrows the point of his world down to the boy on his knees. the warmth of that questing tongue and his rough hand. by the time sasuke tongues the slit of his dick he's already messy and leaking with precome for reasons well beyond just the physical attention. possessiveness washes over him like blood from a slit throat in a messy spray, and he chokes on unwelcome words — you're mine — just enough presence of mind it's not the time or the place for the sentiment to spill out between them.
his fingers flex in the boy's hair, clearly restraining himself from just grabbing him and dragging him forward, wanting another, deeper plunge — ）