（ he's glad, in that moment, that he's tucked in close to sasuke's ear. that there's no visual scrutiny to be endured for how deeply that sentiment sunders him. there's just a breath, sharply drawn, and then a catlike rub against sasuke's cheek as he straightens up.

the cane is discarded somewhere over his shoulder, a soundless fall to the carpet as he cradles sasuke's face with his hands. his thumbs wipe at the tears even as he searches the boy's expression. it's equally as much trying to commit things to an imperfect memory as it is a warlord's cruel mockery.

then: ）

All right.

（ it's a calculated sort of agreement, none of the affection or fondness that gleams briefly in his expression is present in his tone, which is remote and wintrous. a mercurial man granting a favour that could just as easily be revoked as upheld. ）

You've taken your punishment well enough that I'll agree provisionally, on one condition.

（ a quick calculation is all it takes to sever the ropes with the void, granting his prisoner the freedom — at least — of motion. ）

Lay back down. Spread your legs. I want you to watch you touch yourself. If you can get yourself off, I'll do as you've asked.