[The position is assumed with a diligence reflected in the gleam of mismatched eyes, sinking to knees on the towel, absent any hesitation. The way his gaze slips to the crotch of Cy's slacks says enough for the hunger of his need — he needs no preamble, no teaching exercise of fingers on his tongue, testing that give at the back of his throat.
Cy's language is not a surprise, but it cracks only a little of his focused haze; he huffs, mouth an almost-wry twist.]
Evocative. I won't come, then. [Definitive acceptance of this rule. The warm pool of arousal in his belly only thickens; he presses his thighs together, feeling his cock twitch. He does like being told that, as if Cy has taken some invisible rein of control over his body.] ... I want to be naked. What we did that time, where you were dressed and I wasn't, was enjoyable.
[Is that pattern of degradation kink emerging more clearly yet? In any case, he begins stripping himself with brusque movements. Almost tongue-in-cheek, at the same time —]
no subject
Cy's language is not a surprise, but it cracks only a little of his focused haze; he huffs, mouth an almost-wry twist.]
Evocative. I won't come, then. [Definitive acceptance of this rule. The warm pool of arousal in his belly only thickens; he presses his thighs together, feeling his cock twitch. He does like being told that, as if Cy has taken some invisible rein of control over his body.] ... I want to be naked. What we did that time, where you were dressed and I wasn't, was enjoyable.
[Is that pattern of degradation kink emerging more clearly yet? In any case, he begins stripping himself with brusque movements. Almost tongue-in-cheek, at the same time —]
I'm glad you liked the cake.