（ it's done until the glass is empty, the occasional lazy thrust into sasuke's mouth as he pours making it all the more obscene. slick, wet noises as sasuke tries to swallow and occasionally chokes and the sound of the machine pounding into him are the sweetest symphony he could imagine, played out here just for them.

the empty glass disappears in one flick of his hand, and then he pulls back, gripping sasuke's chin to force him to look upwards, to meet his gaze: ）

I'm going to block your air off. Work your throat to get me to come — I'm close — before you lose consciousness. Do you understand?