Sasori knows this is different from the way Deidara braces him into the ground, his body trapped against the cave’s rough flooring. Stone digs into the small of his back, up skin he can almost feel in a body, thanks to lack of chakra, that’s halfway between where he was and where he’s supposed to be. Neither human nor puppet, he’s swept under again by the initial sense of overstimulation that always comes with this jutsu. Deidara’s fingers dug into his hips are doused in frustration, hard enough to leave bruises should Sasori be human enough.
***NOTE: Some of the illustrations/pictures included in this chapter are NSFW and SEXUALLY EXPLICIT. As a heads up for anyone not into that/that might be reading this in more public setting. ***
