（ he leans into that kiss, though he keeps it gentle and chaste. mostly so he can pull back, butt his head against sasuke's and say, playfully: ）
Do I still get to whip your perfect tits? Christ Aloud, look how gorgeous they are.
（ he eases his hand from between sasuke's legs, and lifts both — one obscenely slick — to cup the bottoms of his breasts, lifting them up in wonder, thumbs wiping away streaks where milk has leaked. he stoops to kiss both in turn, with an exaggerated little muah! of sound. ）
We are into some serious fantasy fulfilment territory here, you know. Was this suit thing your birthday gift or mine?
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（ he leans into that kiss, though he keeps it gentle and chaste. mostly so he can pull back, butt his head against sasuke's and say, playfully: ）
Do I still get to whip your perfect tits? Christ Aloud, look how gorgeous they are.
（ he eases his hand from between sasuke's legs, and lifts both — one obscenely slick — to cup the bottoms of his breasts, lifting them up in wonder, thumbs wiping away streaks where milk has leaked. he stoops to kiss both in turn, with an exaggerated little muah! of sound. ）
We are into some serious fantasy fulfilment territory here, you know. Was this suit thing your birthday gift or mine?