（ another time, perhaps, he would take this chance to tease — he'd tell sasuke to specify the it he's referring to. but that failed attempt at walking him through masturbation isn't far from his mind, and sasuke's frustration at not being able to talk like he does sits similarly along these things they learn, and know, and cherish between them.

so he doesn't try. he just listens, and obeys, reaching down for the slick, hard line of sasuke's cock. he works his hand once down the shaft in a loving caress before he seats the head of it against his hole and eases down, eyes falling closed at the first breach of the thicker head. he knows himself and his body with the weight of millennia behind it — and so taking sasuke in is done smoothly, in one drawn-out spear of motion that leaves them flush against one another. his hips rock into it, aching for just a little more, a little deeper — and when he's satisfied he lets out a breath in a pleased tangle of noise that's not unlike a sound someone might make sinking aching muscles into a hot bath.

his cock twitches in a guttering stir of interest, pressed against sasuke's belly — but for all the arousal suffused in him now, the more important thing is to lean back just enough that he can see sasuke's eyes, red and violet tones in a dizzying swirl, and kiss him again. ）

I love you. （ said again, plain and unadorned. sentiment seems to swell him at the seams — if he could say nothing else aloud for the rest of sasuke's life, let him say that. ） And I'm grateful you brought me here and shared this part of yourself with me. （ he pushes sasuke's hair back from his forehead so he can see his eyes more clearly. then: ） Let me be worthy of your trust until the heat death of the universe, sweetheart.

（ it's plea, and prayer, and promise. sealed with another kiss, and bracketed by another flex of his thighs as he lifts himself just slightly, and settles back down deep. ）