īŧ he nips at the lobe of sasuke's ear, and then peels himself back. the weight lifts for a moment, and he grabs a pillow to put beneath sasuke's hips. he keeps the boy's hand pinioned with one hand commanding the tether, but the other slips the pillow beneath him and lifts his hips up, making sure his cock isn't trapped in an uncomfortable position before he transmats a towel between sasuke and the bed and pushes him back down, just a little rough. as if he doesn't care whether or not sasuke is positioned to enjoy what he'll do — though such a thing couldn't be much further from the obvious truth.
he tucks the long tail of the scarf beneath sasuke's hip and then threads it from there between his legs snugly, flipping the last bit of it over one muscular thigh so that his own weight keeps the tension on his wrist and the way it's draped will immediately demonstrate any pull made against it. cy jogs his left hip down against the pillow with a sternly worded — īŧ
Don't let it move.
īŧ he grabs the lube out of the nightstand, and the pop of the cap is the only warning of what's coming before the cool slick of the lube is laid in a messy stripe up the cleft of his ass. his fingers are likewise coated, and he makes quick, efficient work of this now-familiar part of preparation. he knows what sasuke's body can take — but while he could leave it as a one and done thing, the bare minimum of a stretch with his fingers, he doubts this is the only time that he's gonna be fucking sasuke up the ass over their marathon sexcapades — so he does take care with the preparation while simultaneously avoiding the nurturing massage of the prostate he's made a point to treat so attentively in the past. while he works — gentle but firm — he asks: īŧ
Anything else you want to add, or try here? World's your oyster, sweetheart.
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Date: 2024-02-26 02:34 am (UTC)he tucks the long tail of the scarf beneath sasuke's hip and then threads it from there between his legs snugly, flipping the last bit of it over one muscular thigh so that his own weight keeps the tension on his wrist and the way it's draped will immediately demonstrate any pull made against it. cy jogs his left hip down against the pillow with a sternly worded — īŧ
Don't let it move.
īŧ he grabs the lube out of the nightstand, and the pop of the cap is the only warning of what's coming before the cool slick of the lube is laid in a messy stripe up the cleft of his ass. his fingers are likewise coated, and he makes quick, efficient work of this now-familiar part of preparation. he knows what sasuke's body can take — but while he could leave it as a one and done thing, the bare minimum of a stretch with his fingers, he doubts this is the only time that he's gonna be fucking sasuke up the ass over their marathon sexcapades — so he does take care with the preparation while simultaneously avoiding the nurturing massage of the prostate he's made a point to treat so attentively in the past. while he works — gentle but firm — he asks: īŧ
Anything else you want to add, or try here? World's your oyster, sweetheart.