[It is not a new experience to have Cy's attentions on his body now, and while the goal remains the sameβan orgasm, somewhere at the gleaming end of thisβthe course to reach it is entirely changed. A leg is lifted, hooked by an arm, levered up to split the space between his thighs. The stretch isn't uncomfortable, but it does make him hyper-aware of just how openly he has been exposed. Nothing separates the bare curve of his ass and the deeper crease within from eyes or hands or cool air. He is surprised at a surge of arousal from the feeling of being put like this, half-embraced, unable to lower his leg, right hand obediently on the bedsheet.
Forgiving the splatter of lubricant at that faulty start with one arched brow, he waits, andβfinally, finally, Cy touches him. A whole new sensation than when he'd done it to himself. First that Cy takes his timeβall of it, every eternal second allowed to an immortal god, stroking across that hole until he can feel lube dripping down, soaking the towel, sticking to his ass. Then, a heightened sensitivity lacking before, the difference of another's hand that he can't predict. Rubbing at him, grazing the tender nerves on the outside of a tight rim, coaxing muscles to ease. Sasuke hadn't spent so long acclimating himself; he'd moved quickly to the next step.
And the kisses. Distracting, sweet, unnecessary but welcomed with a thirst he can't define. His mouth hangs open after Cy kisses him there, wet and a little red, tongue licking lips like he wants it again.
It feels like an age for that first finger. Sheer discipline keeps Sasuke down on the bed, but his hips twitch at that breach of pressure, neglected cock starting to drool precum onto a flat navel. The sound that escapes his mouth is quieter than how he had sounded on the callβbreathy, flutteryβperhaps because he's not alone or because Cy is so thoroughly careful.
When at last he feels Cy's warm palm cupped against his ass and a finger filling him to the last knuckle, Sasuke exhales hard, eyelashes flickering, hair tossed out of a face now undeniably flushed. It's better than just his own finger, because it is a stretch that aches. It's still not enough. His head has rolled back on the pillow when Cy's other hand finds it, and he pushes into the touch, needy.]
Mm. [An absent hum that isn't an answer; he tries again, sucking in air.] I want more. You're taking forever.
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Date: 2024-01-16 06:17 am (UTC)Forgiving the splatter of lubricant at that faulty start with one arched brow, he waits, andβfinally, finally, Cy touches him. A whole new sensation than when he'd done it to himself. First that Cy takes his timeβall of it, every eternal second allowed to an immortal god, stroking across that hole until he can feel lube dripping down, soaking the towel, sticking to his ass. Then, a heightened sensitivity lacking before, the difference of another's hand that he can't predict. Rubbing at him, grazing the tender nerves on the outside of a tight rim, coaxing muscles to ease. Sasuke hadn't spent so long acclimating himself; he'd moved quickly to the next step.
And the kisses. Distracting, sweet, unnecessary but welcomed with a thirst he can't define. His mouth hangs open after Cy kisses him there, wet and a little red, tongue licking lips like he wants it again.
It feels like an age for that first finger. Sheer discipline keeps Sasuke down on the bed, but his hips twitch at that breach of pressure, neglected cock starting to drool precum onto a flat navel. The sound that escapes his mouth is quieter than how he had sounded on the callβbreathy, flutteryβperhaps because he's not alone or because Cy is so thoroughly careful.
When at last he feels Cy's warm palm cupped against his ass and a finger filling him to the last knuckle, Sasuke exhales hard, eyelashes flickering, hair tossed out of a face now undeniably flushed. It's better than just his own finger, because it is a stretch that aches. It's still not enough. His head has rolled back on the pillow when Cy's other hand finds it, and he pushes into the touch, needy.]
Mm. [An absent hum that isn't an answer; he tries again, sucking in air.] I want more. You're taking forever.