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Summary: Sasori might regret something he did in the past.
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Sasori couldn't feel. So who's to say that it wasn't cold when Deidara came to him in the dead of the night to cuddle close? Who's to say that it wasn't hot when Deidara stripped to his boxers in the summer afternoons?
Sasori never once questioned the decision he made years ago until he met Deidara. He missed feeling the body heat pulsate against his skin on those winter nights. He missed the flush of his face when he was thinking naughtily of his partner and the situations he could get himself into.
Above all of this the thing Sasori missed the most was the feeling of soft lips on his own and skin against skin, the feelings of flaming passion under the covers.
Deidara crawled across the bed over to his lover who was supposedly drawing up the plans on another one of his unfinished puppets. He could tell that Sasori had spaced out around five minutes ago and decided to do a little awakening of the best kind.
"You know Danna, un, I can think of more than twenty things we could do with those ahem skilled hands of yours, un."
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Did I overdo it with the 'un' thing?