[The distribution of Cy's length across the bed isn't missed by Sasuke, who only manages to fit himself with feet and head up against both ends, but there isn't much to amend it now. In the future, however, it would be wiser to choose another location.
He's startled to realize he is even thinking of that future.
As Cy describes their positioningβmethodical, as usual, in his state of order where anyone else would have gone right into the actβdissimilar eyes follow those hands. A pat to his leg. A touch sketched up the length of his cock, the suggestion of contact more than anything tangible. It jumps, eager. His jaw flexes but he keeps himself still, unwilling to be tempted into some pathetic chase for friction or pressure. Even the sight of Cy's fingers carves out a hungry space in him: thicker, larger than his own, perfectly smooth-skinned and unmarred.
The stipulation draws Sasuke's attention back from this fixated stare.]
... I'm fine on my back. [Not out of laziness; he likes how close Cy is, beside him, and he likes the idea of kissing though this won't come confessed so easily.] I should be able to control myself. It's not something I've felt inclined to do much in the past.
[Severe depression sort of knocks the wind out of normal teenage libido.]
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Date: 2024-01-16 04:09 am (UTC)He's startled to realize he is even thinking of that future.
As Cy describes their positioningβmethodical, as usual, in his state of order where anyone else would have gone right into the actβdissimilar eyes follow those hands. A pat to his leg. A touch sketched up the length of his cock, the suggestion of contact more than anything tangible. It jumps, eager. His jaw flexes but he keeps himself still, unwilling to be tempted into some pathetic chase for friction or pressure. Even the sight of Cy's fingers carves out a hungry space in him: thicker, larger than his own, perfectly smooth-skinned and unmarred.
The stipulation draws Sasuke's attention back from this fixated stare.]
... I'm fine on my back. [Not out of laziness; he likes how close Cy is, beside him, and he likes the idea of kissing though this won't come confessed so easily.] I should be able to control myself. It's not something I've felt inclined to do much in the past.
[Severe depression sort of knocks the wind out of normal teenage libido.]
But why?