[There's an intimate exhilaration, feeling Cy get hard under the caress of his mouth. He has only a moment to savor this sensation before he's steered off the bed and onto knees, and he sinks readily down into this position, tucking lean legs underneath himself as if at a shrine. A knee slings over his shoulder, easily held; he likes that it keeps himself in the crux of thighs and disallows much movement, trapped here where the heady, masculine scent of another man's body is close and accessible.
His right hand lifts, rubbing the bulge of stretched fabric to feel the shape of balls beneathβalthough that compliment stops him, minutely, mismatched eyes turned owlishly up. It's not the vulgarity he expected, and it closes his throat with a swell of emotion difficulty to steady back to equilibrium. Loving, swaddled in that warmth, heartfelt enough to stick in his thoughts. It takes another moment to concentrate.
Sasuke could deflect it. So far, these little remarks on his appearance have been negligible, either in the heat of a sexual moment or discarded by banter. Yet this, carried on such sincere intonation, holds the air as if in a gentle fist.
It's like it's made him a little shy, color in pale cheeks, fingertips playing at the slit of the boxer-briefs until fabric folds open to expose the jut of that length where it's begun to fill out. He doesn't say anything in the end, simply bends his head forward to taste the side of Cy's cock with a few slow, kittenish laps of tongue, following the rigid line down to a thickened base. His nose grazes the sparse curls of dark pubic hair, exhalation fluttering out.]
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Date: 2024-01-22 02:44 am (UTC)His right hand lifts, rubbing the bulge of stretched fabric to feel the shape of balls beneathβalthough that compliment stops him, minutely, mismatched eyes turned owlishly up. It's not the vulgarity he expected, and it closes his throat with a swell of emotion difficulty to steady back to equilibrium. Loving, swaddled in that warmth, heartfelt enough to stick in his thoughts. It takes another moment to concentrate.
Sasuke could deflect it. So far, these little remarks on his appearance have been negligible, either in the heat of a sexual moment or discarded by banter. Yet this, carried on such sincere intonation, holds the air as if in a gentle fist.
It's like it's made him a little shy, color in pale cheeks, fingertips playing at the slit of the boxer-briefs until fabric folds open to expose the jut of that length where it's begun to fill out. He doesn't say anything in the end, simply bends his head forward to taste the side of Cy's cock with a few slow, kittenish laps of tongue, following the rigid line down to a thickened base. His nose grazes the sparse curls of dark pubic hair, exhalation fluttering out.]