there's a bit of a laugh — not embarrassed, just — amused, and then he nods. ）
Sorry, got my fantasies crossed. I solemnly swear I'll come all over your pretty face as asked.
（ honestly, coming in his ass, his mouth, on his face, against the cut draw of that muscular waist — he's pretty sure there isn't a place on, in, or around sasuke he'd particularly object to coming.
he curls his finger against the chain and pulls it up over the crown of his cock (letting it rub just a little for the physical stimuli (him) and the visual stimuli (sasuke)) and inward nearer to his groin, and though sasuke is of course free to resist and earn the pinching tug of the clamps, cy will guide him neatly right towards his cock. cy keeps his other hand against the mattress for now, leaning back where it's braced flat. ）
Well? （ his voice is warm, prompting, expectant — but there's a bit of an edge to it too, clearly settling into the mindset of a man who can grasp someone precious in both hands and then turn around and call them whore. his eyes are darkened with lust, and his cock a straining flush, wet at the slit. his voice is lower when he continues — ） You've got your work cut out for you, slut. Get on with it. Don't make me tell you twice.
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oh. right.
there's a bit of a laugh — not embarrassed, just — amused, and then he nods. ）
Sorry, got my fantasies crossed. I solemnly swear I'll come all over your pretty face as asked.
（ honestly, coming in his ass, his mouth, on his face, against the cut draw of that muscular waist — he's pretty sure there isn't a place on, in, or around sasuke he'd particularly object to coming.
he curls his finger against the chain and pulls it up over the crown of his cock (letting it rub just a little for the physical stimuli (him) and the visual stimuli (sasuke)) and inward nearer to his groin, and though sasuke is of course free to resist and earn the pinching tug of the clamps, cy will guide him neatly right towards his cock. cy keeps his other hand against the mattress for now, leaning back where it's braced flat. ）
Well? （ his voice is warm, prompting, expectant — but there's a bit of an edge to it too, clearly settling into the mindset of a man who can grasp someone precious in both hands and then turn around and call them whore. his eyes are darkened with lust, and his cock a straining flush, wet at the slit. his voice is lower when he continues — ） You've got your work cut out for you, slut. Get on with it. Don't make me tell you twice.