[How dare you make him say it... though at this point, Sasuke is far enough past the point of embarrassment that it isn't so difficult, bending into that tease with an increasing need.]
Will you use your mouth? [It's a soft, murmured request — rough at the edges where he's still lit up by the transfusion of energy.] On my cock.
[He can't help another push of hips, trying to chase those lips even as their positions afford him no real freedom of movement.]
they will never stop
Will you use your mouth? [It's a soft, murmured request — rough at the edges where he's still lit up by the transfusion of energy.] On my cock.
[He can't help another push of hips, trying to chase those lips even as their positions afford him no real freedom of movement.]
Please.