[It feels good. It feels impossibly, irrevocably good to have Cy's weight bear down on him, solid and warm with the chafe of clothes against his own fully naked skin. The contrast of sensation, the cooing praise in his ear, the instruction—he feels primed to everything that Cy puts in front of him, ready and eager to satisfy that expectation, to please.
Obediently his hips rock, an inelegant rhythm based more on feel than performance, trusting Cy to keep him held in place. Grinding, rubbing, chasing the bright crash of an orgasm. Knuckles curl inside the tight channel of his ass, so full he can barely move them, Cy's own middle finger like a wedge that keeps him feeling open and stretched and connected to the man.]
Mmhm. [Thoughtlessly hummed as needy hips continue to alternate between the bedsheet and their joined fingers, he fights for all the friction he can get against his dripping cock.] Cy...
[The name is a moan, this time, if strained quiet behind teeth. There's a moment where he feels that he gets close—both to the edge of coming, and to the electric shivering pleasure of nerves—but then it wans, and he's panting into the pillow, lashes flickering.]
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Obediently his hips rock, an inelegant rhythm based more on feel than performance, trusting Cy to keep him held in place. Grinding, rubbing, chasing the bright crash of an orgasm. Knuckles curl inside the tight channel of his ass, so full he can barely move them, Cy's own middle finger like a wedge that keeps him feeling open and stretched and connected to the man.]
Mmhm. [Thoughtlessly hummed as needy hips continue to alternate between the bedsheet and their joined fingers, he fights for all the friction he can get against his dripping cock.] Cy...
[The name is a moan, this time, if strained quiet behind teeth. There's a moment where he feels that he gets close—both to the edge of coming, and to the electric shivering pleasure of nerves—but then it wans, and he's panting into the pillow, lashes flickering.]
I'm so close. I—can't...