（ he lets sasuke withdraw with a soft laugh, and then just slings his arm backwards over the boy, the touch bracing more than restrictive. ）
I know, I know. Trust me, my kingdom for a hickey.
（ it's been all he's ever known for so long, he isn't sure if he ever grieved the lack of it or if the pervasive sadness of that lack of intimate connection is just something he carries on its own merits. he's considered on more than one occasion if his own love for leaving marks is due to the fact they can't be left on him in turn.
but that level of deep contemplation has meant that he's come up with a few ideas over the years.
sasuke gropes downward for his cock, which frees up his hand — it's an easy thing, then, to lift his arm up and bite the edge of his thumb bloody. from there, his left forearm is raised and with an effortless flourish he paints the character that sasuke so often uses to represent himself with on the network: 火 against the smooth skin of its inside.
the wound, of course, heals only moments after serving as an impromptu source of ink — but the blood lingers in a ruddy smear, and he holds his arm aloft, halfly over his shoulder to offer sasuke an order: ）
no subject
I know, I know. Trust me, my kingdom for a hickey.
（ it's been all he's ever known for so long, he isn't sure if he ever grieved the lack of it or if the pervasive sadness of that lack of intimate connection is just something he carries on its own merits. he's considered on more than one occasion if his own love for leaving marks is due to the fact they can't be left on him in turn.
but that level of deep contemplation has meant that he's come up with a few ideas over the years.
sasuke gropes downward for his cock, which frees up his hand — it's an easy thing, then, to lift his arm up and bite the edge of his thumb bloody. from there, his left forearm is raised and with an effortless flourish he paints the character that sasuke so often uses to represent himself with on the network: 火 against the smooth skin of its inside.
the wound, of course, heals only moments after serving as an impromptu source of ink — but the blood lingers in a ruddy smear, and he holds his arm aloft, halfly over his shoulder to offer sasuke an order: ）
Blow.