īŧ the hand cradling sasuke's head nudges him back, until his mouth comes off his cock and all he can feel is the hot gust of air from the boy's swollen lips, stained red with the stretch. cy just looks at him a moment, letting eye contact be the thing that knifes between them — and once he's satisfied, once he's found what he wanted to in sasuke's mismatched eyes, he mouths the words thank you, and then —
lets his hand slip to a slightly different position, thumb hooked in one corner of sasuke's mouth where he forces the boy's jaw wide, long fingers pressed to the line of his jaw where the mandible curves, digging in against the bone. then he drags him forward by both that grip, and a firmer hold on the little chain, coiling the slack of it into his left hand so that now there is no hope of the pressure abating, no release from the sensation that now bites so cruelly at sasuke's nipples.
true to his word, sasuke will find himself held, forced to take cy as deeply as he can. and cy will keep him there with that indomitable grip, until the first signs of involuntary airless panic begin to surface — desperate twitches even sasuke's discipline can't stifle before he permits brief respite. sasuke is allowed to breath once in a gasping shudder of breath, and then the forward pull is redoubled.
but cy is keeping an eye on sasuke's hand, on how he holds the bell, on the story his expression and eyes will tell — more focused here on him now than on the stifling warmth of the boy's mouth as it envelops his cock, the way he can feel the head of his dick rubbing against the ridges at the roof of the mouth, and then enveloped by a tight reflexive clench at the back of the throat — it feels fucking divine, but they're still here with a goal. īŧ
Three more. Then close your eyes and take my come like the dirty little whore you are.
īŧ his voice is rough, silk dragged over broken glass — but entirely in control. īŧ
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Date: 2024-02-22 02:45 am (UTC)lets his hand slip to a slightly different position, thumb hooked in one corner of sasuke's mouth where he forces the boy's jaw wide, long fingers pressed to the line of his jaw where the mandible curves, digging in against the bone. then he drags him forward by both that grip, and a firmer hold on the little chain, coiling the slack of it into his left hand so that now there is no hope of the pressure abating, no release from the sensation that now bites so cruelly at sasuke's nipples.
true to his word, sasuke will find himself held, forced to take cy as deeply as he can. and cy will keep him there with that indomitable grip, until the first signs of involuntary airless panic begin to surface — desperate twitches even sasuke's discipline can't stifle before he permits brief respite. sasuke is allowed to breath once in a gasping shudder of breath, and then the forward pull is redoubled.
but cy is keeping an eye on sasuke's hand, on how he holds the bell, on the story his expression and eyes will tell — more focused here on him now than on the stifling warmth of the boy's mouth as it envelops his cock, the way he can feel the head of his dick rubbing against the ridges at the roof of the mouth, and then enveloped by a tight reflexive clench at the back of the throat — it feels fucking divine, but they're still here with a goal. īŧ
Three more. Then close your eyes and take my come like the dirty little whore you are.
īŧ his voice is rough, silk dragged over broken glass — but entirely in control. īŧ