（ the blows are deliberate, landed the moment after sasuke counts off the last of them. there's a bit more force this time around than there was last time, enough that the sting of the smacks will sink in, and linger like the summer's heat at the first kiss of fall. they remain offset — no two in the exact same spot concurrently — but every once in a while he'll let his hand linger, rubbing at the plug, pushing it deeper and making it shift inside him before he draws back again.
at the eighth blow, sasuke's thighs part just enough that it needs attention, and so he hooks one hand over the boy's knees and pulls them closed with a flex of his fingers, and continues at the count — nine delivered snugly over the plug without quite striking it, palm curved just enough. but following in prior sequence, he does then press in against it, rocking his hand in a motion that's both soothing and torturous, the sensations at war with one another.
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at the eighth blow, sasuke's thighs part just enough that it needs attention, and so he hooks one hand over the boy's knees and pulls them closed with a flex of his fingers, and continues at the count — nine delivered snugly over the plug without quite striking it, palm curved just enough. but following in prior sequence, he does then press in against it, rocking his hand in a motion that's both soothing and torturous, the sensations at war with one another.
in a murmur — ）
Good boy. One more.