[The touch at his ankle is unexpectedly tender, a passing intimacy that makes Sasuke shiver in the hot wake of anticipation, eyes following Cy's movements around the room with a dogged, hungry stare. Any spike of worry that he's crossed a boundary by getting this far is eased when the weight of the man's body bends over top of him, when that steadying hand takes hold of one hip and the other—]
Ah, [a low exhalation tugs out of his throat at the added width of three fingers breathes the rim of his hole. It aches deliciously to feel so stretched; at the bottom of the bed, toes curl and he stirs, trying to roll back and sink more deeply onto the thick penetration of knuckles. The warmth of Cy's hand, the strength as his wrist is pinned to the curve of his ass and immobilized, all goes straight to his head and his cock. He can feel it twitch, leaking a new stream of sticky precum between his belly and the bed.]
... It's good. It doesn't hurt.
[The words stumble, but they're true. They're trying.]
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Ah, [a low exhalation tugs out of his throat at the added width of three fingers breathes the rim of his hole. It aches deliciously to feel so stretched; at the bottom of the bed, toes curl and he stirs, trying to roll back and sink more deeply onto the thick penetration of knuckles. The warmth of Cy's hand, the strength as his wrist is pinned to the curve of his ass and immobilized, all goes straight to his head and his cock. He can feel it twitch, leaking a new stream of sticky precum between his belly and the bed.]
... It's good. It doesn't hurt.
[The words stumble, but they're true. They're trying.]