（ he muffles a jesus fucking christ against one lifted hand, the press of his knuckles hard into his open, panting mouth. teeth graze his knuckles, and as these things go it's a superficial bite — not intended to draw blood, just to serve as a counterpoint to the way sasuke swallows him down. almost reflexively, he curls forward faintly, shoulders hunched.
his hand in sasuke's hair stays gentle. will always stay gentle, as long as that's what's wanted — but even that discipline can't help him from a faint upwards twitch of his hips, chasing the heat deeper. the way sasuke's mouth sings with tension around him, the way he can feel the strain of the boy's open jaw, the glistening slick of drool that dampens his cheek, his chin. cy shudders as need presses in over his awareness, slipping over him like the veil of a darkened sky, but his voice has regained that control when he says: ）
Hey, sweetheart — I'm real close.
（ he'll let him choose, but the warning is — necessary, imminent. ）
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his hand in sasuke's hair stays gentle. will always stay gentle, as long as that's what's wanted — but even that discipline can't help him from a faint upwards twitch of his hips, chasing the heat deeper. the way sasuke's mouth sings with tension around him, the way he can feel the strain of the boy's open jaw, the glistening slick of drool that dampens his cheek, his chin. cy shudders as need presses in over his awareness, slipping over him like the veil of a darkened sky, but his voice has regained that control when he says: ）
Hey, sweetheart — I'm real close.
（ he'll let him choose, but the warning is — necessary, imminent. ）