（ that fucking whimper almost undoes him. he has to go tense, and swallow a ragged breath, and pull his mind to another corridor of thought just so the sound alone isn't his ruin. ）

My sweet boy, you give me something of yourself in every look, every touch, every word.

（ a tender kiss is laid between his breasts, and cy strokes his fingers deep within him, feeling the pressure against his cock that makes him rut upwards into his body. seeking relief. ）

Not just yet. Clench your pretty cunt around me and hold it. （ a nuzzle at the bottom of sasuke's jaw leads to a gentle scrape of his teeth. ） Five times, then you can come. Can you do that for me?

（ and he won't make it easy to hold out, either — one hand splayed against one breast, squeezing until that unmistakable dampness slicks his palm, kneading in against him in a way he knows will ache. ）