（ he feels it, but what's given in return is just soft, soothing acceptance — like the fall of gentle rain. sasuke comes, and immediately shifts positions. cy is a bit more circumspect, taking his time about it — he swats sasuke once across the ass and then stands up. hooks his hands at the crux of sasuke's hips and pulls him right to the edge of the bed on such a vulgar display.
he reaches down to wipe up that come and push it back into his body with his fingers, and then: ）
Don't move. I want you to look at yourself like this in my mind and remember it for me. Look how pretty you are like this. The folds on your cunt, rosy and reddened with everything you've taken at my hand. How slick you are, how desperately your body wants me. You look so incredible, so beautiful, so brave. Hold this in your mind.
（ he flattens his hand out against the small of sasuke's back, forcing that arch deeper. moves his thighs further apart, so that supporting himself will be a strain. then he pets him, fingers dragged through the hot, slick channel of his cunt, using the glossy slick of his body and his own come as lubricant to push two fingers into his ass, working to a rhythm for no point beyond pleasure. ）
Do you remember one of our first scenes, how I made you drink until you were full?
（ his other hand slips around beneath sasuke, patting at him right over the approximate anatomical placement of his bladder. really, the way sasuke had reacted to it — the way he'd opened his mouth, defiant even in his obedience, to accept more... fuck. it had left him winded. he's so helplessly, desperately in love with the way sasuke willingly accepts discomfort in exchange for the penance of pleasure.
he holds his left hand out, and then: ）
I have a glass in my hand. Cool water, that tastes like something from a fresh mountain spring.
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he reaches down to wipe up that come and push it back into his body with his fingers, and then: ）
Don't move. I want you to look at yourself like this in my mind and remember it for me. Look how pretty you are like this. The folds on your cunt, rosy and reddened with everything you've taken at my hand. How slick you are, how desperately your body wants me. You look so incredible, so beautiful, so brave. Hold this in your mind.
（ he flattens his hand out against the small of sasuke's back, forcing that arch deeper. moves his thighs further apart, so that supporting himself will be a strain. then he pets him, fingers dragged through the hot, slick channel of his cunt, using the glossy slick of his body and his own come as lubricant to push two fingers into his ass, working to a rhythm for no point beyond pleasure. ）
Do you remember one of our first scenes, how I made you drink until you were full?
（ his other hand slips around beneath sasuke, patting at him right over the approximate anatomical placement of his bladder. really, the way sasuke had reacted to it — the way he'd opened his mouth, defiant even in his obedience, to accept more... fuck. it had left him winded. he's so helplessly, desperately in love with the way sasuke willingly accepts discomfort in exchange for the penance of pleasure.
he holds his left hand out, and then: ）
I have a glass in my hand. Cool water, that tastes like something from a fresh mountain spring.