Sasuke snickered. As he spoke, he leaned down to pull his pants out of the pile of clothes strewn about the floor. Not to put them on, though - to fish a cloth out of one of the pockets, and finally wipe the clear-thin strands of cum off his face, then his chest and stomach. "I'm not really complaining about whatever got into you, gotta say." Even if he was sore, it was a good kind of sore, right down to the bite bruises on his shoulders.