（ there's a soft acknowledging hum, and then a shift of movement — he draws his wrist back far enough to take a picture that captures both the facial and the way some of it's dripped down, and the sore reddened nipples pinched by clips. sasuke, as he sees it, is always fucking gorgeous — but there's something to be said for the elevated ethereality to his appearance at the moment.
photo taken, he murmurs a gentle warning before he starts tidying him up, making sure that none of the come will get into his eyes when he opens them. he uses the tail end of the scarf to do it, dampened with a bottle on his nightstand, eyes and lashes and anywhere remotely adjacent softly wiped away.
then: ）
Okay, you can open your eyes. Do you want to take the clamps off or clean your face first?
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photo taken, he murmurs a gentle warning before he starts tidying him up, making sure that none of the come will get into his eyes when he opens them. he uses the tail end of the scarf to do it, dampened with a bottle on his nightstand, eyes and lashes and anywhere remotely adjacent softly wiped away.
then: ）
Okay, you can open your eyes. Do you want to take the clamps off or clean your face first?