īŧ no towel. tactical error. but he doesn't mind cleaning up, even if for the time being he just holds the boy as he rides out the orgasm. cy strokes his left hand against sasuke's throat, voice an easy murmur of sweet nothings in his ear, letting his body slacken in the aftermath. for as long as he needs, cy just holds him without protest or strain, the slight weight nearly nothing to a god. īŧ
Look at you, sweetheart.
īŧ a kiss to the side of his neck, the junction of his shoulder, the spot just behind one ear. the praise comes easy and natural — nothing sasuke hasn't heard from him before, but important to carry him down nevertheless. īŧ
That was magnificent. You did so well. You're so pretty fucked out and spent in my arms, huh? I could hold you like this for hours.
īŧ but that'd be an undue hardship on the one who, between them, isn't immortal. so once he feels the tight heat of sasuke's ass lessen its brutal clench, he eases his hand out very carefully, and helps the boy with a tug at his wrist to follow suit.
mindful of where not to put sticky fingers, he gets sasuke settled down on his back on the narrow bed, well away from the stupid scratchy blanket with its new wet spot (he does in fact bunch it up one-handed and chuck it off the bed). he bends down, and laps at a cooling smear of come that had instead gotten on sasuke's belly. it's with an agonizing slowness that he repeats the almost ritualistic tonguing at his cock as it softens with release. he's not trying to tease, or to drive sasuke to overstimulation — the ministrations are gentle and as unintrusive as he can manage, the only goal the easy physicality of the act, of tidying at least the mess of this immediate proximity.
when he's satisfied, he presses a kiss against the shaft, and has to slip entirely off the bed to kiss anything further south than that. similar kisses are pressed against the insides of sasuke's thighs, against his balls, regardless of where the lube might have had contact transfer. one last kiss is pressed against the inside of his knee, and then he's groping down into that box (he's going to have to buy him more of those stupid wipes if they keep this up) and coming up with some cleaning supplies. his hand gets cleaned, and then he repeats the motions for sasuke. īŧ
Next time I want to put you in front of a mirror so you can look at yourself. See your gorgeous cock as it flushes pink and heavy and you come for me right on cue. Hm? Check-in — how're you feeling?
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Date: 2024-01-21 04:36 am (UTC)īŧ no towel. tactical error. but he doesn't mind cleaning up, even if for the time being he just holds the boy as he rides out the orgasm. cy strokes his left hand against sasuke's throat, voice an easy murmur of sweet nothings in his ear, letting his body slacken in the aftermath. for as long as he needs, cy just holds him without protest or strain, the slight weight nearly nothing to a god. īŧ
Look at you, sweetheart.
īŧ a kiss to the side of his neck, the junction of his shoulder, the spot just behind one ear. the praise comes easy and natural — nothing sasuke hasn't heard from him before, but important to carry him down nevertheless. īŧ
That was magnificent. You did so well. You're so pretty fucked out and spent in my arms, huh? I could hold you like this for hours.
īŧ but that'd be an undue hardship on the one who, between them, isn't immortal. so once he feels the tight heat of sasuke's ass lessen its brutal clench, he eases his hand out very carefully, and helps the boy with a tug at his wrist to follow suit.
mindful of where not to put sticky fingers, he gets sasuke settled down on his back on the narrow bed, well away from the stupid scratchy blanket with its new wet spot (he does in fact bunch it up one-handed and chuck it off the bed). he bends down, and laps at a cooling smear of come that had instead gotten on sasuke's belly. it's with an agonizing slowness that he repeats the almost ritualistic tonguing at his cock as it softens with release. he's not trying to tease, or to drive sasuke to overstimulation — the ministrations are gentle and as unintrusive as he can manage, the only goal the easy physicality of the act, of tidying at least the mess of this immediate proximity.
when he's satisfied, he presses a kiss against the shaft, and has to slip entirely off the bed to kiss anything further south than that. similar kisses are pressed against the insides of sasuke's thighs, against his balls, regardless of where the lube might have had contact transfer. one last kiss is pressed against the inside of his knee, and then he's groping down into that box (he's going to have to buy him more of those stupid wipes if they keep this up) and coming up with some cleaning supplies. his hand gets cleaned, and then he repeats the motions for sasuke. īŧ
Next time I want to put you in front of a mirror so you can look at yourself. See your gorgeous cock as it flushes pink and heavy and you come for me right on cue. Hm? Check-in — how're you feeling?