（ that little struggle, unserious in execution, only fans the flames of his arousal. his exhalation is sharp, pushed between teeth in a way that makes the air sound bitten. he's almost too overwhelmed to know where he wants to start. the act of touch alone isn't slaking his thirst. he wants to fuck him until he cries, wants him to breathe no air except what cy's kissed into him, wants to touch every part of him in ownership, wants to brand him bloody —
the sink to his knees is inexorable, and he pulls sasuke's arm with him as he goes, pinning it anew right against the boy's own navel, clear and continued instruction not to move. and then he works sasuke's pants and underwear down to his midthigh, leaning forward to swallow his cock right to the root. it is quick, efficient, nosing into sasuke's short, sparse pubes. past blowjobs have been almost playful, instructive. teasing, but a walk towards orgasm. this is intended to be a ruthless sprint — every trick he's ever learned is put now to use, the flex of his throat and the soft melodic hum and the drive of his tongue against the slit, the way his cheeks hollow out at the suction. ）
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the sink to his knees is inexorable, and he pulls sasuke's arm with him as he goes, pinning it anew right against the boy's own navel, clear and continued instruction not to move. and then he works sasuke's pants and underwear down to his midthigh, leaning forward to swallow his cock right to the root. it is quick, efficient, nosing into sasuke's short, sparse pubes. past blowjobs have been almost playful, instructive. teasing, but a walk towards orgasm. this is intended to be a ruthless sprint — every trick he's ever learned is put now to use, the flex of his throat and the soft melodic hum and the drive of his tongue against the slit, the way his cheeks hollow out at the suction. ）