The grunt Sasuke made when Sam slipped out was considerably less erotic a noise than the last many he'd made, odd discomfort and not much else. Sam was still holding him up, though, which was surprising... and kind of nice in an odd way. He leaned back to settle a little more of his weight against the wall, to look at Sam directly as his breathing evened out. The question, though, made him chuckle.

"Better than alright. I kind of hope it's the same for you or I must have missed something." It was easy to tease when the other person was uncomfortable, cruel as that may have seemed. It gave Sasuke some small advantage, and advantages were always comforting.

For that matter, the age difference was nothing to Sasuke, didn't even occur to him. He'd dealt with a much, much bigger gap before. And hell, he'd asked for rough, hadn't he? Sex with a stranger was new, and therefore the post-actions and reactions were new territory, but he certainly wasn't sorry he'd done it.