[He did listen when it was described, and he'd looked at the diagram Cy sent, butβso quickly it had fallen out of his mind with the event horizon of penetration looming on its own. This isn't confessed, not when Cy is finally, finally admitting a second finger into him, additional width of knuckles an aching stretch but nothing like his own hasty attempt earlier. Plenty of time to adapt, to cool. Plenty of time to hear Cy talk. And during, he just... feels it, what it is like to have someone's fingers buried into such an intimate place, slippery and warm, keeping his hole prised open.
The information is good; the information doesn't matter. His mind is too wrapped around sensations, a hitch of breath signaling his first reaction as that thicker middle finger moves, applies its articulate graze of pressureβa trembling gasp is pulled from Sasuke as another shiver of gentle, electric pleasure from stimulated nerves goes through him.]
That's... ah, [without thinking the obedience comes, right hand grasping up to take Cy's, a white-knuckled squeeze around it as his body does the same. Clenches, that tight passage enveloped around Cy's fingers spasming. His voice hitches, stumbling over words.] I... Iβunderstand. I don't need to stop.
[Cy, as always, coaxing him to communicate when he'd rather slip underneath whatever this is. But it's also grounding to speak.]
It isn't bad.
[Not if the state of his cock is any indication, untouched even as fresh precum beads at the slit, wet enough to smear on his belly.]
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Date: 2024-01-17 03:23 am (UTC)The information is good; the information doesn't matter. His mind is too wrapped around sensations, a hitch of breath signaling his first reaction as that thicker middle finger moves, applies its articulate graze of pressureβa trembling gasp is pulled from Sasuke as another shiver of gentle, electric pleasure from stimulated nerves goes through him.]
That's... ah, [without thinking the obedience comes, right hand grasping up to take Cy's, a white-knuckled squeeze around it as his body does the same. Clenches, that tight passage enveloped around Cy's fingers spasming. His voice hitches, stumbling over words.] I... Iβunderstand. I don't need to stop.
[Cy, as always, coaxing him to communicate when he'd rather slip underneath whatever this is. But it's also grounding to speak.]
It isn't bad.
[Not if the state of his cock is any indication, untouched even as fresh precum beads at the slit, wet enough to smear on his belly.]