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It‘d been quiet since Sasuke had gone to Tokyo. Naruto was aware that he usually spent hours upon hours in relative silence in the shop while working, but it felt different now. This wasn’t his silence anymore. Especially—
He looked around himself and grabbed a smaller knife to precisely carve the pattern into the wooden case that would encase the book he was making. An odd request, right up Naruto‘s alley. It was a challenge, kept him busy and distracted him from the fact that he missed Sasuke. Which wasn’t out of the ordinary. They were a couple after all, they were play partners, and they were friends. But—
Naruto turned up the music and tried to forget about the silence he would have to return to tonight. The same silence he‘d been living with since he moved into the house. The same creaking and groaning he was used to. But it was missing something now. When Naruto looked at the blanket strewn over his couch that Sasuke had brought because he was always cold when they watched movies, Naruto thought about the cosy warmth beneath it when Sasuke cuddled up to him. When he saw the books in his living room, half of them never opened, the other half full of notes and post-its, he thought about Sasuke‘s thinking face, the creases on his forehead when he studied.
And even now, when he so much as turned around and looked at—
“Ouch, fuck!” Naruto cursed as stinging pain zapped through his finger. When he looked at it, he realised that he had slid the knife one millimetre too far to the right and nicked his finger. It wasn’t too bad. Technically. A drop of blood fell, and Naruto was just in time to catch it with his uninjured hand. “Shit, shit,” he continued, grabbing for the nearest cloth but then decided to simply shove his finger into his mouth. God damn it, he should learn to focus when he was doing something like this. At least the wood seemed to be fine, and if Naruto remembered correctly, then Sasuke had put a few Band-Aids under the counter for simple injuries like this.
Sasuke. Fuck.
Ten minutes later, a grinning cat watched from the glaringly green bandaid on Naruto‘s finger as he resumed his project, the music loud enough that maybe this would finally help to keep his thoughts in line.
***
It didn‘t. The music served one purpose, and that was keeping Naruto‘s mouth moving. He knew he didn‘t have the best singing voice, but it wasn’t like anyone was listening, so Naruto belted along to the lyrics of whatever song he knew, swaying his hips to the more catchy beats. It helped to keep his focus enough so he didn‘t try to assault his appendages again, but unfortunately, it did nothing to keep the thoughts at bay. Thoughts of Sasuke and their time together. About that room in the apartment Sasuke had with Haku. About how right Sasuke looked when he was in Naruto‘s bed, and how empty it felt without him. It was ridiculous, Naruto was aware of that. They hadn‘t been together for that long, and it wasn’t healthy to get this attached this fast, but—
Naruto sighed and put the knife to the side to get a small brush and clean the surface of the wood. The song changed, and he started to hum along instantly. It was one of his favourite songs, one he knew every word to, an older one, too. Maybe that was because he was old, but oh well. Not like Sasuke minded.
God damn it, brain.
Another spin to the volume handle, and Naruto yelled. He yelled along to the lyrics because that seemed to be the only way he could be louder than his own thoughts. Why was he so pathetic? He was a fully grown man, acting like a nervous teenager in their first serious relationship. Like someone without the experiences Naruto knew he had. But this was different, wasn’t it? He had felt it from the beginning. People had seen it in him right from the bat. This was something else. It terrified Naruto. But—
“And I run from wolves. Breathing heavily at my feet. And I run from wolves. Tearing into me without teeth.”
The lyrics pulsed through his veins, sank into his heart. When he first heard that song, it had been so relatable, and he had cried. Sobbed while Gaara held him. Now—
Naruto smiled. Now the searing pain he had felt back then was nothing but a dull ache. A low throb in his heart, remembrance. It felt good to know that he had healed, that he had come so far, not just because of his friends but also because of Sasuke. Because of what they had, how easy it was, even when they struggled. How right it felt. Naruto felt like a fucking sap thinking that way, but it was the truth. Maybe he would get to tell Sasuke about it, eventually. Maybe that wouldn’t be necessary.
“You hover like a hummingbird, haunt me in my sleep, she wants it.” Naruto nodded along to the lyrics, and maybe it was the slight breeze past his ankles. Maybe it was pure instinct. But he turned around and there he was, standing in the doorway, luggage next to him, still dressed in his outside clothes. “Little One?!”
He didn’t wait for a response, just left everything on the counter and marched up to Sasuke to pull him into his arms, squeezing him tightly.
“I’m home,” Sasuke whispered, and Naruto turned his head just enough so he could kiss the side of Sasuke’s head.
“Yes. Yes, you are.”
They stayed like this for a few more minutes before Sasuke started to squirm. “Sorry, Sir,” he said, his face scrunched up as if he was actually agonising over this. “I’m just…getting really warm.” Gosh, how could someone be this impossibly cute?
Naruto laughed, kissed the tip of Sasuke’s nose and then stepped back. “Do you need any help getting out of these clothes?” He winked and revelled in the splotchy red cheeks Sasuke sported as a result.
“Sir!” Sasuke complained with a pout, and Naruto’s laugh just grew. It warmed his chest, filled the void inside him he hadn’t known was there. Or, well, he had known. He knew he’d been pathetically whiny and lovesick. But just Sasuke’s presence—
He was unable to stay away. Naruto took Sasuke’s face into his hands gently and looked at him, taking in the affection in these glimmering dark eyes, the complete and utter trust. This was his. Naruto leaned down, and then they were kissing. It started slow, a welcome home kiss, a reacquaintance, just a touch. But then Sasuke moaned and opened his mouth, and Naruto turned the teasing question from earlier into reality. He helped Sasuke out of his jacket, took off the beanie, and worked his way through the layers so he could pull Sasuke closer. So much closer. “Fuck, I love you so much,” Naruto breathed against kiss-swollen lips.
Sasuke smiled. It was dazed and happy, and there was a flutter in Naruto’s stomach that had him dive into the next kiss. And the next. And—
A hand on his chest interrupted him. Naruto frowned, looking down at the fingers splayed on his dirty work apron, then up at Sasuke’s flushed and glowing face. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” Sasuke assured hastily, licking his lips. “I just—I brought you stuff and I really want to show it to you. We can,” The colour on his cheeks deepened into proper crimson. “Uhm…continue later. Sir.”
How could anyone resist this man? How had no one snatched him up before? Naruto was flabbergasted by the mere thought that anyone could pass on the opportunity of loving and doting on Sasuke. Sure, he had denied his feelings for the longest time as well, but that was different, and he had already been taking care of him by then. It was…insane. Yes. That’s what it was.
Naruto sighed but relented, taking a step back again. “Okay. Let me just finish up, and then I’ll be all yours?” He did need to clean up the stuff he had left on the counter after all, and make sure to secure the wood case he’d been working on.
Sasuke nodded. “Sounds good. I’ll wait for you at home. Or…here?” The flutter in Naruto’s stomach intensified. Sasuke was so good at submitting to him, so easily left simple decisions like this to Naruto. It warmed him from the inside out, and he had to force himself not to pull his boyfriend back into his arms.
Instead, Naruto nodded towards the clothes strewn on the floor. “At home, Little One. I want to come home to you waiting for me on your knees. Can you do that for me?”
The way Sasuke’s face lit up was all the answer Naruto needed. He picked up the beanie from the floor, ruffled Sasuke’s hair before putting it on his head. Sue him, but there was no way he could stop himself from getting one more peck to these sweet lips.
“Be safe, Little One. I’ll see you soon.” The door chimed when Sasuke left, and Naruto stood there for a minute, watching the closed door.
He was such a fucking sap.
***
Naruto came home to Sasuke on his knees, hands folded in his lap, just as Naruto had requested. There were bags on the table in the living room, probably the gifts Sasuke brought. His clothes had been hung up neatly, and the house was tidy and smelled nice. It smelled like them.
“Welcome home, Sir,” Sasuke greeted him, and Naruto smiled.
“I’d argue that to be my line, but thank you, Little One.” Naruto slipped out of his shoes, put away the jacket and rubbed his cold hands together before he put one of them against Sasuke’s flaming cheek. “Welcome home to us both.”
Sasuke leaned his head into Naruto’s touch and closed his eyes. “Thank you, Sir,” he said quietly. Naruto allowed Sasuke to enjoy the moment for a bit before he stepped back with an excited grin.
“Now, what’s all that I see on the table?”
It didn’t take more than that to prompt Sasuke into getting up with Naruto’s permission and leading the way into the living room. “I know you said to treat myself, but I saw these and had to bring them for you,” he started.
Naruto sat down on the couch, watching as Sasuke puttered around the table, wringing his hands. “Okay,” he allowed. “What’s making you so nervous then?”
Sasuke blew out a breath. “I just…I want you to like it. And technically, I know you will. I’m so excited to show you, but—”
“—but it’s still a risk. I think I understand what you’re feeling, Little One.” Naruto smiled. When Sasuke only looked at him in confusion, Naruto beckoned him closer until he could pull the man into his arms and onto his lap. He reached out and gently touched Sasuke’s day collar.
Sasuke’s eyes widened. “Really?” he asked incredulously.
Naruto nodded. “Yeah. I was so afraid that you wouldn’t want it, wouldn’t end up liking it, that it wouldn’t fit in the end. Even though I knew it would, and that it was a design you would enjoy.”
It was quiet for a moment, then Sasuke shifted and raised his hands to cup Naruto’s face and look him in the eyes. “I adore it,” he said seriously. “Your collar means the world to me. It brings me comfort, and it reminds me…that this is real. That I’m yours.”
“Yes, you are,” Naruto rasped, his voice thick with emotions he couldn’t and didn’t want to name. They didn’t matter. He had been sappy enough for one day. Not to mention that hearing Sasuke speak like this made his dick twitch. Naruto grinned. “So. Presents?”
Sasuke snorted out a muffled “Impossible”, but he did turn around to grab the gifts when that earned him a raised eyebrow. It took a bit of manoeuvring because Sasuke refused to leave Naruto’s lap again and had to keep his balance while he stretched over to the table. But who was Naruto to complain? Sasuke was warm, and his weight was reassuring. Real. Naruto leaned back and enjoyed the sight of his boyfriend’s struggles. His stomach muscles quivered, and his legs clamped down on Naruto in an effort not to fall, but he made no move to ask for help. Not that Naruto had offered any. It was far too amusing to watch.
Finally, Sasuke sat back up, holding two bags in his hands. “Which one do you want first, Sir?” he asked.
Naruto cocked his head to the side. One bag was bigger than the other. Both looked soft, both had a neutral black colour. What could be inside? He closed his eyes for a moment to think. Then Naruto nodded to himself and looked up. “I want…the one you bought first.”
“Well,” Sasuke started. He shifted a little more, and Naruto’s hands held onto the slender hips to keep Sasuke steady. “I know you like some of the stuff that is not available in Konoha and can’t get shipped here either.” He reached into the bag and carefully pulled out a wrapped bundle of what was unmistakably fabric. Fabric to bind books with. Naruto’s nose twitched, and his fingers tightened on Sasuke’s hips.
“You got me stuff for work?” His voice was hoarse, so he cleared his throat. Sasuke shrugged and smiled sheepishly.
“I thought it would be a good idea?” he said, but it sounded like a question. Naruto couldn’t let the man doubt himself for even a second.
He smiled and pulled Sasuke closer by his hips, sliding one hand up to the back of Sasuke’s neck to pull their foreheads together. “It was an amazing idea, Little One,” he reassured Sasuke quietly. They stayed like this for a moment, then Naruto let go and allowed Sasuke to sit up again. “Can I touch it?”
Sasuke nodded and handed the bundles over to Naruto. The first one was incredibly smooth, some kind of satin Naruto knew was rare in itself and wouldn’t be shipped because of how fragile it was. It felt amazing under his fingertips, and he couldn’t wait to work with it. The second bundle was harder, a fine leather, thin and bendy, but still sturdy. Naruto let his fingers trace the ridges and colourations. He knew it wasn’t exactly ethical to work with leather, but that was exactly why he loved this one. It felt deceptively real. But it wasn’t.
“Amazing,” Naruto said, absolutely in awe of what Sasuke had picked out for him. He couldn’t stop touching the fabric, couldn’t stop imagining how Sasuke had gone into a shop just to find something he thought Naruto would like. Would enjoy working with. How right he had been. “Amazing,” Naruto repeated. He looked up to meet Sasuke’s dark eyes. “I adore it. Thank you, Little One.”
It was a joy to see Sasuke’s face light up. It glowed a healthy rose colour, his cheeks flaming in the best of ways. “You’re welcome, Sir. But…”
Naruto raised his eyebrows. “But?”
“This isn’t all,” Sasuke said with a grin, bringing the second bag forward. “When I saw this, I just had to think of you. And if you like them, I’m sure we can get more.”
“More?” Naruto took the bag from Sasuke’s hands, peeking inside. It smelled interesting, like spices and dough and—oh. Naruto’s head snapped up. “You bought me sweets?”
Sasuke’s grin grew, and he nodded. “Sugar-free sweets and snacks because you need to eat well, too. Sir.”
That—Sasuke had bought him snacks. He had gone out of his way to provide Naruto with something he could eat without a bad conscience. Something—It was—Okay, it wasn’t that surprising. Sasuke was an attentive guy, and he had been latching onto taking care of Naruto in terms of his diabetes since day one. But still. Still.
Warmth filled Naruto’s chest, trickling into his stomach and making him feel full and loved and lucky. So damn lucky. Gosh, what the fuck was wrong with him today? They hadn’t seen each other for a couple of days. That was nothing compared to the busy weeks when they couldn’t see each other at all unless Sasuke slept over.
Yeah. Unless he—
“Sir?” Sasuke asked, and the concern in his voice snapped Naruto’s attention back to a furrowed brow and stormy searching eyes. “Are you okay? Did I do something wrong?”
Naruto shook his head immediately. “No. No, Little One. You did nothing wrong. I’m just a sentimental old man and I—fuck. I love you so damn much, and I don’t have the words to express—just—”
Just how much he felt right now. How much he wanted Sasuke by his side. Always. Instead of saying any of it out loud, Naruto grabbed the back of Sasuke’s neck again, threading his fingers into the soft baby hairs there, pulling him in. Sasuke’s breath hitched. “Sir?”
This time, Naruto grinned right against Sasuke’s lips. “I still owe you a reward, isn’t that right, Little One?” He relished the instant moan when he kissed Sasuke, the tension that so easily bled out of every limb with their touch. Sasuke sagged against him, throwing his arms around Naruto’s neck to keep himself close and grounded.
Finally.
Gosh, Naruto had missed this. And he would make Sasuke remember just how rewarding it was to return to Naruto.
***
“What is your safe word?” Naruto asked. It was routine by now, but they both knew about its importance, not only to remind them of the safety tools they had in place, but also to find their way into the session.
Sasuke adjusted his position on Naruto’s lap, leaning his back against Naruto’s chest and breathing out. “Tomato.”
Naruto hummed and let his fingers dance up and down Sasuke’s arms. “Good boy. Do you know what’s gonna happen now?”
They had moved upstairs. Not into the playroom but in Naruto's bedroom. The room had felt far too empty for the past couple of days. They sat at the edge of the bed with Sasuke on Naruto’s knees, legs spread. “Yes, I do, Sir,” Sasuke answered. “I am to get my reward.”
“For what?” Naruto asked quietly, leaning forward to run his lips along the smooth and warm skin of Sasuke’s neck. Sasuke tilted his head to the side to give him more room. “Hm, Little One?” Naruto prompted again. “What’s that reward for?”
“For—” Naruto’s teeth scraped along Sasuke’s neck, and a violent shiver shook the man’s body. He swallowed heavily and tried again. “For handling the remote session so well. For obeying you. For—for doing well in Tokyo despite how nervous I was.”
Naruto hummed again and leaned back, watching as Sasuke’s body relaxed and tensed simultaneously beneath his clothes. “That’s right,” Naruto said. “You’ve been such a good boy, my Little One. Listening so well. It must’ve been hard not to come, hm?”
His hands were back on Sasuke’s arms, stroking gently, slowly increasing the range of their touches, finding their way under the shirt. Sasuke’s skin was so soft, Naruto revelled in the difference between that unblemished boy in his lap and his own, worn and calloused hands. It almost felt illegal to be so turned on by this.
Sasuke nodded. “Yes. Yes, Sir. It was—very hard. But I…I wanted to be good.”
“And you were good,” Naruto praised again, acknowledging the work Sasuke had done, the flawless obedience he had showcased while they were apart. “Such an amazingly good boy for me. My perfect Little One.”
The noise Sasuke made in the back of his throat was familiar and sweet. A tiny groan, hidden beneath the hitch of his breath. “Only for you, Sir.”
Naruto‘s hands hiked up Sasuke‘s shirt, just enough for his hands to reach the perky nipples, adorned with piercings now. His fingers itched to pull them. Instead, Naruto ran the rough pads of his fingertips over the sensitive nubs without disturbing the still-healing jewellery.
Sasuke shivered. “Damn right, only for me, Little One,” Naruto said seriously. He let his hands travel down Sasuke‘s sides slowly. “No one gets to see you like this. To enjoy you the way I am allowed to. No matter how far away I am. Cause you‘re mine. My Little One. Just mine.”
His grip tightened on Sasuke‘s waist, squeezing the soft flesh tightly, and this time, Sasuke‘s groan was quite audible, a lengthy agreement to Naruto‘s words. It was like magic. Sasuke‘s body reacted to every touch, followed every movement, just the way Naruto predicted. As if he were a puppeteer.
“So,” Naruto started, gently stroking Sasuke‘s skin. “I thought, since you held it in so well for me, you deserve to be rewarded for your restraint by getting permission to come. Eventually. Because you see…” One of Naruto‘s hands emerged to dance along the seam of Sasuke‘s pants. “I only got to watch. And as your Sir, I deserve to touch you, don‘t you think?”
He squeezed Sasuke‘s thigh, and the man nodded immediately. “Yes. Yes, Sir, of course. You should…I want you to…touch me.”
Naruto raised his eyebrows. “Oh?” He retracted his hands, revelling in the shudder that went through Sasuke‘s body, a silent protest to the lack of stimulation. “You want me to?”
Sasuke‘s head bopped. “Yes, I do, Sir. I—It feels…better when you do it. I—”
“You wanted me to do it all along, hm?” Naruto suggested. His voice dropped, and Sasuke‘s whole demeanour seemed to transform. It was beautiful. Like every cell of his body stood at attention. Ready to give, to relent, to serve. Sasuke’s submission was one of the most gorgeous things Naruto had ever seen in his time in the lifestyle. It was pure, unrestrained, in a way so damn innocent he should keep his fingers to himself, but—
“Yes,” Sasuke breathed.
“Yes, what?” Naruto asked, his fingers teasing just beneath Sasuke’s shirt again, skimming along the rim of his pants where the skin was warm, smooth, and so soft.
Sasuke swallowed heavily. “Yes, I wanted you to touch me when I was in Tokyo. I want you to touch me now.” He straightened his shoulders and turned his head so he could look into Naruto‘s eyes. “Touch me, Sir, please.”
Fuck.
Naruto‘s hands were working on opening Sasuke’s pants before he could make the conscious decision to. Sasuke moaned, his dick hot and heavy in Naruto‘s hand.
Fuck me.
He would reward this boy until he couldn‘t think about anything else but the aching pleasure Naruto gave him.
“Arms up,” Naruto ordered gruffly, pulling Sasuke’s shirt up as soon as the man obeyed. He didn’t get rid of it. Instead, Naruto pulled the shirt over Sasuke‘s head and down, effectively trapping his arms inside while Naruto‘s other hand was still buried inside Sasuke‘s pants, still feeling the pulsing veins, the sticky glory of Sasuke‘s impending pleasure. “You like this, hm? Getting trapped by your clothing? Being at my mercy?”
Sasuke moaned, and Naruto chuckled.
“Fine then. That can be arranged.” He pulled his hand away from Sasuke‘s dick only to shove his pants down, to make sure they hung right below his knees, so when Naruto lifted his leg and stepped on them, there was no escape. Sasuke squirmed, tried to free himself and shuddered when he realised that he was bound, utterly helpless on Naruto‘s lap. Oh, the poor boy.
“I’m gonna touch you so much, Little One,” Naruto promised darkly. “You’re gonna get your fill. And I’ll get mine.” He leaned closer, his lips grazing the shell of Sasuke’s ear. “Do not come until I tell you to.”
Then his hand was back on Sasuke‘s dick. He moved slowly, deliberately. Naruto wanted to feel the twitches, the pulse intensifying beneath his fingertips. He wanted to hear the desperation, the need. He wanted all of it. And Sasuke gave him his all.
He leaned against Naruto, panting in between unabashed moans and whimpers. His head kept turning left and right as if he was trying to flee, yet his hips kept pushing into Naruto, moving with his hand, asking for more. More. More.
Who was Naruto to deny him?
“Heads up,” Naruto warned, just a second before he got up, one arm slung around Sasuke‘s waist. Sasuke stumbled, sputtering a groan when they turned around, and he was thrown onto the bed face down. Naruto leant over him, covering Sasuke‘s back with his front, squishing his arms between them. “You okay, Little One?” he asked quietly.
Sasuke took a moment, wiggled a bit, then hummed into the sheets.
“What was that?” Naruto asked, and Sasuke turned his head. His eyes were glassy, his cheeks flushed, and his lips parted, but there were no words. He just hummed again and blinked slowly. Naruto smiled. “Alright, Little One. Let’s continue then, shall we?”
He knew. He just knew it was fine.
Naruto breathed out, and the world slowed down.
It was warm.
Naruto leaned down and ran his tongue over the quivering hole. The body beneath him shuddered, pressed the wonderful treat further into him, and Naruto smiled. He kissed the tight skin of Sasuke‘s ass cheek, his hand grabbing for the heavy dick.
It was easy.
Sasuke moaned. He writhed beneath Naruto, lifting his hips higher. Naruto reached up and grabbed the makeshift restraints of Sasuke‘s shirt, holding him tight. “Keep still, Little One,” he breathed against skin glistening from his saliva. Sasuke wiggled, and Naruto tightened his grip. “Still,” he repeated, but didn‘t wait for an answer. Instead, Naruto dove back in, pushing his tongue inside.
It was right.
Naruto knew it was. When he came up to put on a condom. When he took the lube to prepare Sasuke. And when he thrust inside. There were no questions to ask. Sasuke writhed and panted, drooling into the sheets below him. His hips moved with Naruto, his hole clenching around Naruto‘s dick with every push and pull, drawing him in, asking for more. Still so much more.
Naruto vowed to give him his all.
One of his hands was buried into Sasuke‘s hair, holding close to the roots, keeping his head turned, his airways free. But also—
“Look at you, Little One. Open your eyes and look,” Naruto instructed. He heard himself, voice gruff and far away. Yet Sasuke‘s groan as he lifted his head with Naruto’s help to obey was clear as day. As was the full-body tremble when the man recognised the mirror. When he saw himself, watched as Naruto pumped into him over and over.
The angle changed, and suddenly Sasuke choked on a scream, clenching down on Naruto like a vice. His muscles worked hard, his body tense and alert, pulled so tightly, so ready.
Naruto hissed. “Fuck, I can feel it. How close you are. So close. But you‘re not gonna come, right? You‘ll wait. You‘ll be a good boy and wait for Sir‘s permission, and you‘ll have it.” His own words blurred together, colours swimming around him.
There was nothing. Nothing but Sasuke. Sasuke, who was at his limit, who needed Naruto to guide him, who needed—
“I‘ll count to three,” Naruto said. “I‘ll count to three and then you‘ll come. Here you go. One.” Naruto tightened his grip on Sasuke‘s hair, keeping his head up. Drool dripped onto the sheets as Sasuke‘s body shook.
“Two.” They slipped. Forwards, sidewards, back. Naruto didn‘t know, but he could feel the movement, the cool sheets on far too hot skin. He didn‘t slow down, not even for a second. They were almost done. So much build-up and all for—
“Three.” This. All for this. “Come for me, Little One.” And Sasuke did. He thrashed and screamed, convulsing with the force of his pleasure. Naruto never stopped moving. He wanted to feel it all, the rhythmic pulsing of Sasuke’s insides, the heat radiating from every crevice inside. Naruto drank the sounds, the pleas for mercy for Sasuke’s battered prostate and the shouts because Naruto wouldn’t stop, not even after Sasuke‘s orgasm had died down. He consumed all of it like a starving man while his own orgasm trickled through his veins like an afterthought. It didn‘t matter. Nothing mattered.
He knew it was fine.
Sasuke whimpered, his moans still echoing in Naruto’s mind.
But it was enough.
Naruto barely noticed as he pulled out and threw the condom away. He breathed out shakily, trying to steady his trembling hand when he freed Sasuke from his restraints, went to gather snacks, and a washcloth. The usual. Sasuke needed him. Yet—Naruto blinked and the colours still swam in front of his eyes. Was he crying? And why did he wobble so much?
It was—
Maybe it had been too much. His groan faded against the alarm in Sasuke‘s voice.
“Sir?!”