īŧ he traces the line of the leash to sasuke's throat, lets his fingers settle atop it and squeezes, just a little. īŧ
That'd be convenient for you. You're a trained warrior, you knew what to expect going into this fight if you lost. A little degradation, a little shame you can stand, if you knew death was at the finish line, huh? Death and pain — your own, anyway — don't scare you.
īŧ he smiles — it's not a terribly nice expression, devoid of his usual genuine good humour. instead, it's callous, and cruelty is writ plain. he drags sasuke closer between his legs, ruthless, not caring for the pressure it's going to put on his balls nor how it's going to force him to move to accommodate it.
his other hand drops to his pants and undoes them, taking his cock out from where it's been straining uncomfortably against one thigh. he forces sasuke to bend, pushing the head of his cock against his close-lipped mouth with a flex of his thighs, and when he doesn't immediately move to open them he settles for rubbing a smear of precome in a gloss against his lips. īŧ
It's worse to live with it. To carry it. And you've been a considerable source of frustration for me for a long, long time. Why would I want to make this easy on you? Open.
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Date: 2024-07-01 11:40 pm (UTC)īŧ he traces the line of the leash to sasuke's throat, lets his fingers settle atop it and squeezes, just a little. īŧ
That'd be convenient for you. You're a trained warrior, you knew what to expect going into this fight if you lost. A little degradation, a little shame you can stand, if you knew death was at the finish line, huh? Death and pain — your own, anyway — don't scare you.
īŧ he smiles — it's not a terribly nice expression, devoid of his usual genuine good humour. instead, it's callous, and cruelty is writ plain. he drags sasuke closer between his legs, ruthless, not caring for the pressure it's going to put on his balls nor how it's going to force him to move to accommodate it.
his other hand drops to his pants and undoes them, taking his cock out from where it's been straining uncomfortably against one thigh. he forces sasuke to bend, pushing the head of his cock against his close-lipped mouth with a flex of his thighs, and when he doesn't immediately move to open them he settles for rubbing a smear of precome in a gloss against his lips. īŧ
It's worse to live with it. To carry it. And you've been a considerable source of frustration for me for a long, long time. Why would I want to make this easy on you? Open.