[Only momentarily does the caress of fingers through hair distract him. He looks up, eyes glassy and dark, halfway through the action of lapping those clear drops of fluid from the slit of a cock. It isn't as he expects, anticipating a hard yank to his scalp instead.
He can see all of it before him — the tender fragility of Laurent's actions, and the state of his body, clinging onto rigid command and contrariness. It isn't something Sasuke would seek to take away from him. Yet the exhilaration of getting closer, of witnessing the slightest pieces of unraveled composure, taunt like blood in the water. He can't seem to get enough. Laurent is quiet; those barest breathes overlay carefully chosen words, but he is wet and hard against Sasuke's mouth, and it is all the statement necessary to make a decision. He will be obedient, to a point.]
I'll see what I like. [A casual declaration, Sasuke rolls partially onto his left side, cheek brushing the ruddy skin of that flushed length in the process. It feels like hot velvet, like the petal of a flower.] And what you like, too.
[And in one smooth, easy motion, he's pulled Laurent's pajama bottoms off the lean line of pale legs, underwear with it, subjecting him to utter nudity. Slender knees cage his head; he bends between them, as if to a throne, and fits reddened lips over the head of a cock slickly. Then down, all of the way, as he is instructed — until the swell of that tip threatens the back of his throat like a seal, broad shoulders bullying Laurent's legs up over them in a closer shift. He finds that he doesn't mind it at all. It feels good, even that near-asphyxiation, to taste Laurent heavy on his tongue, in his throat — his eyes shut to savor the pressure at the rim of awareness, swallowing at the swollen underside to study how such delicate pressure sits on his tongue. And his right hand, then, seeking Laurent's fingers in his hair, to cover the knuckles in a squeeze.
More than good, it feels right. As if some lost part of himself has clicked into an open groove, and he holds Laurent's cock in his throat for as long as he can take it, breath gusting harsh through his nose to remain in place. As instructed.]
no subject
He can see all of it before him — the tender fragility of Laurent's actions, and the state of his body, clinging onto rigid command and contrariness. It isn't something Sasuke would seek to take away from him. Yet the exhilaration of getting closer, of witnessing the slightest pieces of unraveled composure, taunt like blood in the water. He can't seem to get enough. Laurent is quiet; those barest breathes overlay carefully chosen words, but he is wet and hard against Sasuke's mouth, and it is all the statement necessary to make a decision. He will be obedient, to a point.]
I'll see what I like. [A casual declaration, Sasuke rolls partially onto his left side, cheek brushing the ruddy skin of that flushed length in the process. It feels like hot velvet, like the petal of a flower.] And what you like, too.
[And in one smooth, easy motion, he's pulled Laurent's pajama bottoms off the lean line of pale legs, underwear with it, subjecting him to utter nudity. Slender knees cage his head; he bends between them, as if to a throne, and fits reddened lips over the head of a cock slickly. Then down, all of the way, as he is instructed — until the swell of that tip threatens the back of his throat like a seal, broad shoulders bullying Laurent's legs up over them in a closer shift. He finds that he doesn't mind it at all. It feels good, even that near-asphyxiation, to taste Laurent heavy on his tongue, in his throat — his eyes shut to savor the pressure at the rim of awareness, swallowing at the swollen underside to study how such delicate pressure sits on his tongue. And his right hand, then, seeking Laurent's fingers in his hair, to cover the knuckles in a squeeze.
More than good, it feels right. As if some lost part of himself has clicked into an open groove, and he holds Laurent's cock in his throat for as long as he can take it, breath gusting harsh through his nose to remain in place. As instructed.]