[Please do not talk to him like that when he has a finger up his ass, it melts some crucial part of his brain necessary for functioning.
There it is again, that alien sentiment. Let me enjoy you. The deep, muscular relaxation from Cy's thorough massage is all that allows him not to tense over, clearly at struggle with this concept of leisure and patience in pleasure. Last time, the aphrodisiac glazed his senses enough that he could come quickly; Cy didn't slow them down like he's doing now. Aware and awake as he is here, no longer suffering detrimental effects that muddy the senses, this is nothing short of torment.]
Cyramβ
[You're ridiculous, maybe, or you're the one with all the timeβsurly, brattyβbut it's cut by the kiss to his skin. And by the stroke of that finger. Pushed up deep inside of him, curled at an angle, there's the barest rub against something electric.
He jolts, emitting a gasp. The smooth features of his face are furrowed, confused, brow wrinkled. Without realizing it his hips has moved, trying to chase it, cock twitching; obediently he has not turned, though a mismatched gaze slips up to the ceiling as his head rolls back.]
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Date: 2024-01-16 05:04 pm (UTC)There it is again, that alien sentiment. Let me enjoy you. The deep, muscular relaxation from Cy's thorough massage is all that allows him not to tense over, clearly at struggle with this concept of leisure and patience in pleasure. Last time, the aphrodisiac glazed his senses enough that he could come quickly; Cy didn't slow them down like he's doing now. Aware and awake as he is here, no longer suffering detrimental effects that muddy the senses, this is nothing short of torment.]
Cyramβ
[You're ridiculous, maybe, or you're the one with all the timeβsurly, brattyβbut it's cut by the kiss to his skin. And by the stroke of that finger. Pushed up deep inside of him, curled at an angle, there's the barest rub against something electric.
He jolts, emitting a gasp. The smooth features of his face are furrowed, confused, brow wrinkled. Without realizing it his hips has moved, trying to chase it, cock twitching; obediently he has not turned, though a mismatched gaze slips up to the ceiling as his head rolls back.]
What did you do just now?