[He definitely asked for this, but — perhaps he hadn't anticipated Tseng would spell it out in such detail. Reading over the words, it's impossible not to be affected, warmth flushing cheeks and down the back of his neck as he imagines lying naked in Tseng's lap beneath his hand, a toy nestled in his ass.
Becoming so wrung out that he cannot physically move, let alone come again... he believes he'd enjoy that.]
[ just two guys, squirming over hot and heavy texting. ]
Having to work for it will make it all the more enjoyable, don't you think? And I know you and your body well enough that I'm confident I can earn it.
I have been, yes. Does that surprise you?
[ it's not easy to read sasuke's tone via text, so it's a calculated risk for tseng to assume that he, too, is turned on by the prospect. the next text he sends is risky, too, even if it's true: ]
Would it surprise you to know I got myself off in the shower the other morning, thinking of exactly that?
[Ah. There's a moment where, staring down at those words, Sasuke feels a little wild with want — and he nearly suggests that he come up to Tseng's suite presuming the man is there at all. Instead he swallows hard, and focuses on his reply rather than the state of arousal spiked high and dizzy in himself. The image of Tseng like that, skin wet with water and hair an ink-black curtain — he's seen it before, which makes the imagining more intense.]
I'm a little surprised. I wasn't sure... how far your interest in me extended.
[Whether Tseng thought about him at all when they were apart.]
But I enjoy the idea, that I've affected you that way. I can picture it clearly. I'd like to see it with my own eyes.
[ now that—that's surprising. not that sasuke couldn't tell how interested tseng is, that's more or less to be expected given how carefully tseng has maintained his careful distance. it's surprising that sasuke wondered. there's an implication there, that sasuke hopes tseng is interested, that he hopes tseng thinks of him when they're apart.
it recalibrates something in tseng's understanding of their relationship. sasuke had said as much at the beginning, of course, that he found it difficult to be sexually intimate with someone without feelings being involved; this is just the moment in which tseng reconciles that with his own feelings towards sasuke. ]
I'm sorry I haven't made that clear--I am very interested in you. I think of you often, sexually and otherwise.
I would like you to see it with your own eyes, if in exchange I can watch the way it affects you to see me.
[The blunt, no-nonsense way Tseng says it isn't unexpected, given the man's nature, but he still finds himself affected by it — because it seems to come foremost from a place of honesty. And Sasuke hadn't realized how much he was craving that until this moment.]
If that's what you want.
[Given one of their previous conversations, it feels necessary to clarify. But only once. That Tseng is doing this for himself, and not for Sasuke's sake.]
There's something else I should tell you, though. It's about my eyes — you must have noticed they're unusual.
[ it is honesty, absolutely. that he made sasuke question it at all is not a feeling tseng likes, and even if he's not used to vulnerability he would much rather try for sasuke's sake. ]
It is what I want.
[ like, so badly that thinking about it makes his mouth go dry. ]
[He lingers on those words, It is what I want, for a few moments longer before forcing himself to move on. A difficult task.]
I have a bloodline ability that is carried through my clan, although not all Uchiha are born with the innate potential to unlock it. Sharingan — that is its name. You won't have seen it yet, but it exists in my right eye. When I activate it, the iris of my eye becomes red with black tomoe around the pupil. I'll show it to you next time.
It's a powerful ability but also complicated, so I won't go into detail about what it can do unless it affects you directly. In one particular way, it probably will, which is why I'm telling you now.
Anything I look at with the Sharingan I commit to permanent memory. It doesn't matter what it is or how long I view it, as long as the Sharingan is activated at the time it will record what I see.
So, when we do what you've suggested, I'll likely use my right eye to record it. [Just a casual "yes I want to keep the image of you jerking off in my memory bank forever" lore drop.] Is that all right with you?
[ well, that certainly is a lore drop. tseng reads it carefully, absorbing each of the words; sasuke will have chosen them carefully, he thinks, to ensure that tseng understands as much as he needs to. from one person who plays things close to his chest to another, tseng understands what a show of trust it is to be given this much personal information at all, and despite the erotic undertone of the conversation, despite his own simmering arousal, it makes something small and warm bloom behind his ribcage.
of course there's a part of him that's curious about what else the sharingan can do; tseng is surprised to find that the curiosity is only partly professional, and mostly just because he likes learning things about sasuke. ]
Thank you for telling me.
[ the prospect of being a permanent part of sasuke's spank bank... also very hot. ]
That's absolutely all right with me. I like the idea of you remembering it.
Would you tell me about it if you get yourself off to the image?
[Ah. They've been honest with each other to this point, so he shouldn't let this stop him now, even if he's not sure what Tseng's reaction will be. The man has not responded negatively to him so far, but still...]
That sort of act — I struggle with it on my own. I'm not accustomed to giving myself pleasure.
[Only pain, where he used to believe strength lived.]
[ not so far, and not now, either. tseng reads the message, lets his brows furrow briefly—not in pity, but in understanding of the kind of life that would lead someone to be unsure how to pleasure themselves—and then texts back. ]
That's all right. Tell me about it if you do--but regardless, I intend to make you come as often as you'll let me.
I've been taking care of it. Trying, at least. It turns out that orchids are difficult to preserve, so I thought I should at least try before I throw in the towel.
I'm not sure. I had the opportunity to learn, but never bothered, much for the same reason I never bothered to raise a pet or make friends: they would only have been things someone else would have to care for when I die.
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Becoming so wrung out that he cannot physically move, let alone come again... he believes he'd enjoy that.]
And if I make a mistake on purpose?
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Then perhaps I'll put a cock ring on you and make you come anyway, until you're so worked up and needy that you beg me to give you release.
[ are we sexting now? tseng can't pretend he's not affected by the idea, either; it's his fantasy for a reason, because it gets to him in a big way. ]
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So you want me to beg? I don't do that easily. You'll have your work cut out for you.
Have you been imagining this?
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Having to work for it will make it all the more enjoyable, don't you think? And I know you and your body well enough that I'm confident I can earn it.
I have been, yes. Does that surprise you?
[ it's not easy to read sasuke's tone via text, so it's a calculated risk for tseng to assume that he, too, is turned on by the prospect. the next text he sends is risky, too, even if it's true: ]
Would it surprise you to know I got myself off in the shower the other morning, thinking of exactly that?
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I'm a little surprised. I wasn't sure... how far your interest in me extended.
[Whether Tseng thought about him at all when they were apart.]
But I enjoy the idea, that I've affected you that way. I can picture it clearly. I'd like to see it with my own eyes.
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it recalibrates something in tseng's understanding of their relationship. sasuke had said as much at the beginning, of course, that he found it difficult to be sexually intimate with someone without feelings being involved; this is just the moment in which tseng reconciles that with his own feelings towards sasuke. ]
I'm sorry I haven't made that clear--I am very interested in you. I think of you often, sexually and otherwise.
I would like you to see it with your own eyes, if in exchange I can watch the way it affects you to see me.
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If that's what you want.
[Given one of their previous conversations, it feels necessary to clarify. But only once. That Tseng is doing this for himself, and not for Sasuke's sake.]
There's something else I should tell you, though. It's about my eyes — you must have noticed they're unusual.
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It is what I want.
[ like, so badly that thinking about it makes his mouth go dry. ]
I have noticed that your eyes are unique, yes.
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I have a bloodline ability that is carried through my clan, although not all Uchiha are born with the innate potential to unlock it. Sharingan — that is its name. You won't have seen it yet, but it exists in my right eye. When I activate it, the iris of my eye becomes red with black tomoe around the pupil. I'll show it to you next time.
It's a powerful ability but also complicated, so I won't go into detail about what it can do unless it affects you directly. In one particular way, it probably will, which is why I'm telling you now.
Anything I look at with the Sharingan I commit to permanent memory. It doesn't matter what it is or how long I view it, as long as the Sharingan is activated at the time it will record what I see.
So, when we do what you've suggested, I'll likely use my right eye to record it. [Just a casual "yes I want to keep the image of you jerking off in my memory bank forever" lore drop.] Is that all right with you?
[we can talk about his other eye another day 🤡]
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of course there's a part of him that's curious about what else the sharingan can do; tseng is surprised to find that the curiosity is only partly professional, and mostly just because he likes learning things about sasuke. ]
Thank you for telling me.
[ the prospect of being a permanent part of sasuke's spank bank... also very hot. ]
That's absolutely all right with me. I like the idea of you remembering it.
Would you tell me about it if you get yourself off to the image?
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That sort of act — I struggle with it on my own. I'm not accustomed to giving myself pleasure.
[Only pain, where he used to believe strength lived.]
However, if I do... I'll tell you.
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That's all right. Tell me about it if you do--but regardless, I intend to make you come as often as you'll let me.
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Then, I'll hold you to that. Sir.
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You still have four questions left.
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[doki... he loves a competent man.]
What did you do with the orchid?
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I can understand that. For a long time, I didn't care about what was going to happen to me in the future. I expected I would die.
But, while you're here, that won't be the case. Will you consider it now?
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You don't have to answer this if you don't want to. But who gave it to you?
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