（ he does watch, his expression darkened with lust and warmed equally as much by soft fondness. he isn't rough about making sasuke suck it, just strokes his hair as he does and wipes up that string of drool with his thumb. when the point's been made — both points, he thinks, because sasuke took to that way too attentively not to be putting on a show — he gently prises it free with a faint pop of suction and settles back between sasuke's thighs.
he slips the plug between the cheeks of the boy's ass, rubbing it tantalizingly back and forth before it hitches against his hole and is gently, gently worked in. the saliva and the existing lube will make it easier, but sasuke's tolerance for the burn and stretch of a not necessarily well-prepped intrusion is never far from his mind either — for all his care, he by no means treats the boy like he's spun glass, prone to shatter. if sasuke wants to accept pain alongside pleasure, he'll oblige. ）
the sluttification of uchiha sasuke
he slips the plug between the cheeks of the boy's ass, rubbing it tantalizingly back and forth before it hitches against his hole and is gently, gently worked in. the saliva and the existing lube will make it easier, but sasuke's tolerance for the burn and stretch of a not necessarily well-prepped intrusion is never far from his mind either — for all his care, he by no means treats the boy like he's spun glass, prone to shatter. if sasuke wants to accept pain alongside pleasure, he'll oblige. ）
Ten strokes. Count them off.