[It is emboldeningβdangerously so, like Cy is filling his head with deep intoxication, blurring the edges of his thoughts until everything is skewed, slanted, dizzyingly hot. I want you is a press of a brand on his skin, like Cy's embraces, like Cy's kisses. The sentiment completely engulfs him.]
You can have me.
[A deferent tilt of his head beneath Cy's hand, he leans forward into a bow that returns the wet weight of his mouth to that cock, painting it in broad strokes until it shines with saliva. It isn't careful, it isn't precise or particularly skilledβit's just hungry, the sort of lapping he might do to a messy meal, starved enough not to care that it makes him look more like an animal than a civilized man.
Callused, weapon-worn fingers continue to explore the shape wherever his lips and tongue don't wander, but eventually he slips back up to the head and tastes the slit, sucking it briefly with a seal of lips. Unlike Cy's quiet and artful demonstration before, Sasuke doesn't care if he's a little loud, if that embarrassing pop that Cy had described when his mouth departs the swollen head disturbs the quiet of the room. He laps at tender foreskin, less intent on coaxing pleasure than he is just feeling it with his tongue. When he breathes through his nose, it's in heavier, humid bursts, a detail that shows some slipping self-control.]
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Date: 2024-01-22 03:46 am (UTC)You can have me.
[A deferent tilt of his head beneath Cy's hand, he leans forward into a bow that returns the wet weight of his mouth to that cock, painting it in broad strokes until it shines with saliva. It isn't careful, it isn't precise or particularly skilledβit's just hungry, the sort of lapping he might do to a messy meal, starved enough not to care that it makes him look more like an animal than a civilized man.
Callused, weapon-worn fingers continue to explore the shape wherever his lips and tongue don't wander, but eventually he slips back up to the head and tastes the slit, sucking it briefly with a seal of lips. Unlike Cy's quiet and artful demonstration before, Sasuke doesn't care if he's a little loud, if that embarrassing pop that Cy had described when his mouth departs the swollen head disturbs the quiet of the room. He laps at tender foreskin, less intent on coaxing pleasure than he is just feeling it with his tongue. When he breathes through his nose, it's in heavier, humid bursts, a detail that shows some slipping self-control.]