you ever get the sense you've trained someone too well?
his breath catches just a little, there's a murmured exhalation ('jesus') on his lips, and his free hand slides to touch sasuke's where it's braced. he doesn't restrain him or try to — it's important that he have access to the bell, and no restrictions there — but he brushes his fingertips against the side of sasuke's palm, a sweet and loving caress that serves as contrast to the rest. contact for contact's sake, skirted across his knuckles to his wrist, circling it briefly in a way he has to lean into just a little. it's suggestive of shackles, but gone just as quickly, back to that soft stroke.
the part of his thighs deepens, inviting — and when sasuke swallows him down there's a very faint upwards twitch of his hips, caught before it becomes a deliberate intrusion.
but he does keep a steady pulling pressure on the chain, letting the angle shift. at first it's more forward, and then he lifts it up and lets it drag against sasuke's pretty nose, down to where his lips are stretched around his cock. īŧ
You look fucking filthy like this. īŧ he murmurs, but means gorgeous. like an error in translation, the way his voice catches on the word gives him away. the play, the love, is underscored by the warmth in his touch, and the restraint that lets sasuke explore his body without pressure or expectation. īŧ Fuck, you're just a cheap, cock-hungry whore, aren't you? Hard against your thigh, cock weeping because I put you on your knees where you belong.
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Date: 2024-02-21 05:05 am (UTC)you ever get the sense you've trained someone too well?
his breath catches just a little, there's a murmured exhalation ('jesus') on his lips, and his free hand slides to touch sasuke's where it's braced. he doesn't restrain him or try to — it's important that he have access to the bell, and no restrictions there — but he brushes his fingertips against the side of sasuke's palm, a sweet and loving caress that serves as contrast to the rest. contact for contact's sake, skirted across his knuckles to his wrist, circling it briefly in a way he has to lean into just a little. it's suggestive of shackles, but gone just as quickly, back to that soft stroke.
the part of his thighs deepens, inviting — and when sasuke swallows him down there's a very faint upwards twitch of his hips, caught before it becomes a deliberate intrusion.
but he does keep a steady pulling pressure on the chain, letting the angle shift. at first it's more forward, and then he lifts it up and lets it drag against sasuke's pretty nose, down to where his lips are stretched around his cock. īŧ
You look fucking filthy like this. īŧ he murmurs, but means gorgeous. like an error in translation, the way his voice catches on the word gives him away. the play, the love, is underscored by the warmth in his touch, and the restraint that lets sasuke explore his body without pressure or expectation. īŧ Fuck, you're just a cheap, cock-hungry whore, aren't you? Hard against your thigh, cock weeping because I put you on your knees where you belong.