（ and it's the clench of sasuke's body that, similarly, chases him off the edge of his own orgasm — he keeps one arm locked in against sasuke's elbow, not allowing him an inch of movement. but the other slips up over the heave of his belly to palm over one breast, scored with abuse, and squeeze until milk dribbles over his hand.
he ducks his head down against the boy's shoulder and bites down against him to muffle a pleasured groan as he comes. he feels his knees buckle from the intensity, tastes the copper of blood on his tongue, and — the world around them fractures. it unspools like filaments of daylight captured in stained glass as night's symphony swells, and since no other encounter with genjutsu has ended quite this way, the only thing he can think to do is hold onto sasuke as if to shelter him from the fallout of it.
he doesn't remember closing his eyes within the illusion, but he must have, as he has to open them once they're back in the suite. the collar is a heavy weight around his throat, and he feels briefly claustrophobic about the sensation he'd forgotten in the interlude, lifting one hand to touch it less to remove it and more to ground his awareness of its existence.
sasuke is still in his lap, and his cock is still buried deep within him. but the telltale physical sensation of orgasm is — present, and he comes down from it with a shiver, pushing his face in against sasuke's breasts to find a moment's shelter, knowing beyond instinct that sasuke will hold him. in a rather uncomposed gust of breath that is supremely uncharacteristic of his usual restraint — ）
Holy fuck.
（ he has not yet noticed the curious dilemma they now find themselves in: being the proud parents to multitudinous eggs. but hey, there's time. ）
the cysuke experience
he ducks his head down against the boy's shoulder and bites down against him to muffle a pleasured groan as he comes. he feels his knees buckle from the intensity, tastes the copper of blood on his tongue, and — the world around them fractures. it unspools like filaments of daylight captured in stained glass as night's symphony swells, and since no other encounter with genjutsu has ended quite this way, the only thing he can think to do is hold onto sasuke as if to shelter him from the fallout of it.
he doesn't remember closing his eyes within the illusion, but he must have, as he has to open them once they're back in the suite. the collar is a heavy weight around his throat, and he feels briefly claustrophobic about the sensation he'd forgotten in the interlude, lifting one hand to touch it less to remove it and more to ground his awareness of its existence.
sasuke is still in his lap, and his cock is still buried deep within him. but the telltale physical sensation of orgasm is — present, and he comes down from it with a shiver, pushing his face in against sasuke's breasts to find a moment's shelter, knowing beyond instinct that sasuke will hold him. in a rather uncomposed gust of breath that is supremely uncharacteristic of his usual restraint — ）
Holy fuck.
（ he has not yet noticed the curious dilemma they now find themselves in: being the proud parents to multitudinous eggs. but hey, there's time. ）