（ at some point the litany stops mattering. he keeps up a steady stream of it — and there is tenderness beneath even the foulest things he says the way one finds shade beneath a copse of pines. it is in the touch at sasuke's hand, or when he moves to his hair, cradling against the side of his head. it's in the open splay of his thighs and how he offers support with the hook of his knees against sasuke's midline favouring his left side so that he doesn't need to support his own weight entirely alone in the absence of his arm. it's in the press of his heel against the sacral spine, and it's in doing what was asked of him laid down in every filthy word.
and it's equally present in the way he lets himself slip below the tides of his own pleasure. with only one notable exception to this point, most of their sex has been instructional — and cy's kept a tight leash on himself as much as he can not because he begrudges sasuke an ounce of ownership of it, but because he needs to be aware enough to guide, and give, and very occasionally redirect.
but now? he lets that grip ease down. sasuke makes that soft hum of pleased sound against his cock and it's met with a quiet drawn out moan of sound that sounds like it's clawed out of the protective cage of his ribs, low and breathy, truncated halfway through as some new sensation forces an inhalation instead.
he lets the chain go slack for a moment, giving sasuke a break from that constant pinch of pressure, and with the hand resting tenderly at the side of his head he guides him into a rhythm — prophetic of what they'd discussed but softer, making it more about establishing a cadence than driving him to choke. ）
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and it's equally present in the way he lets himself slip below the tides of his own pleasure. with only one notable exception to this point, most of their sex has been instructional — and cy's kept a tight leash on himself as much as he can not because he begrudges sasuke an ounce of ownership of it, but because he needs to be aware enough to guide, and give, and very occasionally redirect.
but now? he lets that grip ease down. sasuke makes that soft hum of pleased sound against his cock and it's met with a quiet drawn out moan of sound that sounds like it's clawed out of the protective cage of his ribs, low and breathy, truncated halfway through as some new sensation forces an inhalation instead.
he lets the chain go slack for a moment, giving sasuke a break from that constant pinch of pressure, and with the hand resting tenderly at the side of his head he guides him into a rhythm — prophetic of what they'd discussed but softer, making it more about establishing a cadence than driving him to choke. ）