[ it has never been like this before. it's the only thing he thinks when pleasure crests over him, when he can't hold on any longer and he finally gives in. it's gratifying, and terrifying, and for long moments he knows nothing but heat and desire and the unfamiliar sensation of having something you want. he holds onto sasuke as if he will float away without him, as if he'll open his eyes and once again find himself lost. a sound escapes him, a mere gasp of breath, and he doesn't realize it's sasuke's name on his lips, it's sasuke himself that he tugs upwards with a sharp, insistent grip until they're face to face once more, his vision focusing onto mismatched eyes and a wet, abused mouth.
laurent says nothing, though a hundred words spring to his tongue. strands of blond cling to his temples, misted with sweat, his lips parted as he catches his breath, chest rising and falling. every surface of his skin feels sensitive, flushed. there's an uncomfortable wetness between his legs that he's all too aware of.
his hand lifts, tremulous fingers settling on the crescent of sasuke's cheek. his thumb traces the wet seam of sasuke's mouth, knowing that if he kisses him, he will taste himself. he has never done such a thing before. his lashes lower as he draws sasuke's lips to his, the press of it soft and impermanent, not quite a promise or a goodbye or anything. he moves his tongue to trace the line of his bottom lip, to press between them to explore, fleeting. their tongues touch, and he lingers, committing the scorch of flame inside of him to memory.
a soft, wet sound as their mouths part — ] You can go.
[ laurent's hand slides to sasuke's chest, and as he rises to sit up he pushes sasuke's body apart from his. for a moment all is still, the two of them sitting tangled on the bed, laurent's palm pressed to the thrum of sasuke's heart. ]
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laurent says nothing, though a hundred words spring to his tongue. strands of blond cling to his temples, misted with sweat, his lips parted as he catches his breath, chest rising and falling. every surface of his skin feels sensitive, flushed. there's an uncomfortable wetness between his legs that he's all too aware of.
his hand lifts, tremulous fingers settling on the crescent of sasuke's cheek. his thumb traces the wet seam of sasuke's mouth, knowing that if he kisses him, he will taste himself. he has never done such a thing before. his lashes lower as he draws sasuke's lips to his, the press of it soft and impermanent, not quite a promise or a goodbye or anything. he moves his tongue to trace the line of his bottom lip, to press between them to explore, fleeting. their tongues touch, and he lingers, committing the scorch of flame inside of him to memory.
a soft, wet sound as their mouths part — ] You can go.
[ laurent's hand slides to sasuke's chest, and as he rises to sit up he pushes sasuke's body apart from his. for a moment all is still, the two of them sitting tangled on the bed, laurent's palm pressed to the thrum of sasuke's heart. ]
I'm done with this.