[The hand on his head is anchoring, keeps him present and rooted in the act, unable to pull away — as if it is anywhere in him to want that. His mouth is still slightly slack when he feels Cy's come on his face, a hot splash with a consistency like honey that glazes his cheeks, eyelids, nose, running down a sharp chin at the pull of gravity. He takes in a ragged breath, feeling the soreness of his throat as he leans into that familiar palm.
There's nothing to describe the sensation. It feels like being marked, something filthy and debasing about how he kneels with legs tucked under as he allows Cy to paint his skin. A reciprocated demonstration of what he'll do for Cy, and what Cy cares for him enough to do in turn. Unconsciously, Sasuke licks some of the smeared come off his lips where it tickles and tastes the bitter-salt flavor of it.]
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There's nothing to describe the sensation. It feels like being marked, something filthy and debasing about how he kneels with legs tucked under as he allows Cy to paint his skin. A reciprocated demonstration of what he'll do for Cy, and what Cy cares for him enough to do in turn. Unconsciously, Sasuke licks some of the smeared come off his lips where it tickles and tastes the bitter-salt flavor of it.]
Yes, I want to see.