[As ruthlessly as he's trying to pull the orgasm out of Cy, that warning is important, he knows, integral to communication—but all it does is stir the coal of lust in him to a burning flame. The sound that Cy makes along with the endearment; he couldn't be dragged off of Cy's cock willingly at this point.
Attempting to cradle it against the flat of his tongue, Sasuke closes his eyes, allowing himself to slip into the act fully. No conscious thought impedes him. He's not thinking about how well he's doing, how much Cy is enjoying it, what it will feel like to swallow—all sensation is channeled into the heavy weight of a cock, the sharp taste of salt, the achy stretch of his jaw, the messy smear of saliva and precome, the obscenely wet sounds...
With no way to signal his approval but for a hum around the dick stuffed into his mouth, he sinks as low as he can bear, and then holds. It isn't enough to entirely cradle the full length to the root, not without choking, but he tries his best anyway because it's all he can give of himself.]
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Attempting to cradle it against the flat of his tongue, Sasuke closes his eyes, allowing himself to slip into the act fully. No conscious thought impedes him. He's not thinking about how well he's doing, how much Cy is enjoying it, what it will feel like to swallow—all sensation is channeled into the heavy weight of a cock, the sharp taste of salt, the achy stretch of his jaw, the messy smear of saliva and precome, the obscenely wet sounds...
With no way to signal his approval but for a hum around the dick stuffed into his mouth, he sinks as low as he can bear, and then holds. It isn't enough to entirely cradle the full length to the root, not without choking, but he tries his best anyway because it's all he can give of himself.]