[The contrast of everything â those soothing touches across his knuckles and wrist, the words, the slight push of hips that slips Cy's dick deeper, the drag of the chain on his face, the sore scream of pinched nipples, the words â all of it knots up inside of him, an obscene tangle of sensations. Sasuke's thighs squeeze together against the dull throb of his cock, slit shiny with precome, untouched, balls drawn up tight against his body to the point of an ache even though it feels like he's barely begun.
He feels himself make noise more than he hears it, a vibration of pleasure stuffed halfway down around Cy's dick in his mouth. Stifled, swallowed as his throat works, tongue dragging across velvet-soft skin with what available space he has from inside that slippery interior. Drool pools behind his lips, and it is only the tight seal that prevents it from leaking until he slips back up and leaves a glossy sheen behind.
There's warmth in Cy's words even as he's degraded. A reverence, a specialness, all narrowed down onto him like hot glass under sunlight. He breathes across the flared head of Cy's cock not with intent or deliberate practice, but because he is in the moment â then works his mouth over again, finding a new tideline of depth with lips, mind continually jolted back by the sharp sting of tender flesh pulled by the chain. He wants to be cheap, he wants to be filthy on his knees like this, for this man alone. He can't imagine wanting anything else so much.]
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Date: 2024-02-21 05:30 am (UTC)He feels himself make noise more than he hears it, a vibration of pleasure stuffed halfway down around Cy's dick in his mouth. Stifled, swallowed as his throat works, tongue dragging across velvet-soft skin with what available space he has from inside that slippery interior. Drool pools behind his lips, and it is only the tight seal that prevents it from leaking until he slips back up and leaves a glossy sheen behind.
There's warmth in Cy's words even as he's degraded. A reverence, a specialness, all narrowed down onto him like hot glass under sunlight. He breathes across the flared head of Cy's cock not with intent or deliberate practice, but because he is in the moment â then works his mouth over again, finding a new tideline of depth with lips, mind continually jolted back by the sharp sting of tender flesh pulled by the chain. He wants to be cheap, he wants to be filthy on his knees like this, for this man alone. He can't imagine wanting anything else so much.]