[ his mind splits, warring in different directions while he makes a hasty attempt to draw back the pieces of himself. frantic pleasure holds him taut, sasuke's tongue far from masterful and yet so thoroughly attentive that it cuts sharply through the cloudy hue of memory that clings to his senses. he wants to resist. he does, refusing to allow his expression to break despite how his cock throbs beneath such exploratory, intentional ministrations. his frosty gaze flicks downwards and immediately falls into the snare of sasuke's dark eyes.
a mistake. all of this. and yet he doesn’t take the chance to pull away, his eyes glassy with want, his lips parted around soft breaths as he attempts to formulate his next command. it takes far too long for his mind to string together a paltry sentence. ]
You’re not — [ following orders, because he said tongue only, and yet all of sasuke’s warm, soft mouth assails him now, the kissing of his lips to his tender cock, the tip of his tongue teasing his most sensitive parts. words flee him, replaced by the sharp intake of breath, the coil of muscle as his thighs try to clench instinctively shut. he swallows, quieting himself. as in all things, he isn’t loud even in this, unwilling to grant himself permission to fall.
would sasuke really limit himself only to one man, now that the door has opened? he has never considered such a thing. that a man should or would be faithful only to him. ]
Press — your tongue there. Again. [ against the sensitive tip, eking out pearls of pleasure for sasuke’s enjoyment.
he thinks about the heaviness of a hand gripping his golden hair, leaving him nearly immobile, and eases the tension in his fingers. tentatively, he shifts his grip, hands nestled in a near caress through dark locks, silky to the touch in a way that surprises him. his fingers curl gently, brushing the shell of his ear with unpracticed tenderness. ]
This is adequate. Put your mouth on me. [ it hangs unspoken, the thread of pleading in his voice despite the command of his words. ] See how deep you can allow it. Some like it. [ his gaze flickers before closing off again. ] Some don’t.
no subject
a mistake. all of this. and yet he doesn’t take the chance to pull away, his eyes glassy with want, his lips parted around soft breaths as he attempts to formulate his next command. it takes far too long for his mind to string together a paltry sentence. ]
You’re not — [ following orders, because he said tongue only, and yet all of sasuke’s warm, soft mouth assails him now, the kissing of his lips to his tender cock, the tip of his tongue teasing his most sensitive parts. words flee him, replaced by the sharp intake of breath, the coil of muscle as his thighs try to clench instinctively shut. he swallows, quieting himself. as in all things, he isn’t loud even in this, unwilling to grant himself permission to fall.
would sasuke really limit himself only to one man, now that the door has opened? he has never considered such a thing. that a man should or would be faithful only to him. ]
Press — your tongue there. Again. [ against the sensitive tip, eking out pearls of pleasure for sasuke’s enjoyment.
he thinks about the heaviness of a hand gripping his golden hair, leaving him nearly immobile, and eases the tension in his fingers. tentatively, he shifts his grip, hands nestled in a near caress through dark locks, silky to the touch in a way that surprises him. his fingers curl gently, brushing the shell of his ear with unpracticed tenderness. ]
This is adequate. Put your mouth on me. [ it hangs unspoken, the thread of pleading in his voice despite the command of his words. ] See how deep you can allow it. Some like it. [ his gaze flickers before closing off again. ] Some don’t.