[ as keenly as he's watching for sasuke's reaction, it would be impossible for tseng not to notice the way sasuke flushes bright red and nearly fumbles his teacup onto the table. given all the other things sasuke likes, there had been a nonzero chance that sasuke would enjoy this too, but the strength of the response is more than tseng expected.

it sends another hot throb of arousal through him, and he has to take a steadying breath against it. in through his nose, out through his mouth, trying to keep his heart rate steady at least, although there's no saving the fact that he's absolutely hard in his trousers. ]

That was one. There were—a handful that came to mind, while looking at you.

[ specifically? tseng takes another sip of tea as if that will do anything to calm him, then swallows hard. it's odd to admit to the things he'd thought about sasuke in the heat of the moment, now that they're outside that scene; he hopes it's clear to sasuke that tseng means all of these things with affection and desire, and never with actual contempt. ]

Pretty slut. Gorgeous, greedy thing, thighs spread and begging to be fucked. A perfect hole for me to fuck. A sweet, needy little whore.

[ this time, tseng is watching a little more carefully, to find which of those sasuke might prefer if he prefers any of them at all. ]