（ the kiss is lit with hunger like a fire, oxygen-starved as he licks into sasuke's mouth as if in search of it. sasuke's hand settles at his nape and while normally the touch would be something he would sink into, bask in — he reaches for it, hand closing around sasuke's own before he just pins his wrist to the door. the only reason why it isn't directly bruising in and of itself is because his thumb cushions the impact of slamming sasuke's arm up and over his head.
it's desire scraped raw and salt-slicked. it could be nothing else but that.
the kiss turns into a drag of his teeth against his throat, and lower. when the shirt presents a barrier he removes it with the void, keeping sasuke pinned as he bends to bite at his collarbone, and then lower to close his mouth over a nipple. his free hand is shoved down the front of sasuke's pants, fingers tucked in against the skin so he can prise his way been the barriers of fabric and envelop sasuke's cock in a practiced grip.
his touch would be brutal if it weren't so exacting. if the force weren't half so calculated. but it is still an animal thing, half a rut as he blocks one of his knees between sasuke's thighs. ）
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it's desire scraped raw and salt-slicked. it could be nothing else but that.
the kiss turns into a drag of his teeth against his throat, and lower. when the shirt presents a barrier he removes it with the void, keeping sasuke pinned as he bends to bite at his collarbone, and then lower to close his mouth over a nipple. his free hand is shoved down the front of sasuke's pants, fingers tucked in against the skin so he can prise his way been the barriers of fabric and envelop sasuke's cock in a practiced grip.
his touch would be brutal if it weren't so exacting. if the force weren't half so calculated. but it is still an animal thing, half a rut as he blocks one of his knees between sasuke's thighs. ）