[Once his eyes are clear, it is the same as last time â a flash of red in the right to preserve the mental picture before the permanent deletion. He cares less for the sight of himself than he does what it shows, and he wants to retain that image with clarity.
Then his gaze slants up, Sharingan still a vibrant glow, allowing himself to luxuriate in the moment of watching Cy, too. Because he does not want to forget this man or how he appeared, lounging on the bed, knees spread apart to accommodate the position. A soft sigh shifts out of Sasuke. Somehow, it makes him feel... tender, and he's tempted to climb up and into the man's arms, but he stays the urge.]
Face. It itches.
[And he doesn't mind the lingering ache of the clamps, especially as it distracts from his own cock, flushed dark with color from the strain of his own arousal.]
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Date: 2024-02-23 01:49 am (UTC)Then his gaze slants up, Sharingan still a vibrant glow, allowing himself to luxuriate in the moment of watching Cy, too. Because he does not want to forget this man or how he appeared, lounging on the bed, knees spread apart to accommodate the position. A soft sigh shifts out of Sasuke. Somehow, it makes him feel... tender, and he's tempted to climb up and into the man's arms, but he stays the urge.]
Face. It itches.
[And he doesn't mind the lingering ache of the clamps, especially as it distracts from his own cock, flushed dark with color from the strain of his own arousal.]