𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐋𝐄𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐎𝐈𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐄𝐃 𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐌𝐄

（ in answer, pushes himself up cross-legged well into sasuke's space, forcing the boy to either widen the sprawl of his thighs or drape them over the jut of his knees. he leans forward, traces two fingers against sasuke's bottom lip and then gently prises his mouth open, those fingers are swept against the boy's tongue with an amused look and then withdrawn. cy wipes the resultant saliva down sasuke's sternum, leaving his skin damp in his wake. ）

Well, what do you know? Not dehydrated yet. I'm pretty sure that means we are contractually obligated to keep going.

（ but that's the playful assertion, undercut by the fact he lifts his hand up by the silk tether and kisses his palm. ）

But I guess if you need a breather...

（ as if he could refuse sasuke literally anything, smh. ）