[It's a high he chases — earning that quiet sound from Cy, validation in the moan even as it devolves into another breath. There's no resistance to how he is directed; he coaxes his jaw to slacken, not to clench, lips a messy seal over teeth and tongue pressed down flat in his mouth to allow the rhythm of that slide. The last time, Sasuke had demonstrated an aggressive effort in getting Cy off, wanting to feel the hot rush down his throat as he applied himself to the act of sucking cock for the first time. It was untempered, undisciplined, driven by the desire to draw pleasure out of this man alongside the ever-desperate need to prove he is worthy.
Now there is something else he wants. And he's come this far trusting Cy, that scaffolded foundation allowing him to temporarily put down the reins of control he's constructed to survive. The knees that cradle him are a mirrored reflection of its sentiment; he will be held, supported. A counterpoint to the filth of words leaving Cy's mouth — making it easier for Sasuke to slip into this role. To kneel there, between Cy's legs, with hot mouth open for use.
The right hand he's braced on the bed lifts, and he shakes the bell. Harder.]
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Now there is something else he wants. And he's come this far trusting Cy, that scaffolded foundation allowing him to temporarily put down the reins of control he's constructed to survive. The knees that cradle him are a mirrored reflection of its sentiment; he will be held, supported. A counterpoint to the filth of words leaving Cy's mouth — making it easier for Sasuke to slip into this role. To kneel there, between Cy's legs, with hot mouth open for use.
The right hand he's braced on the bed lifts, and he shakes the bell. Harder.]