[Maneuvered onto his stomach, Sasuke releases a gust of air through his nose for the changed positioning even as arousal drives its hot blade through his body. He is hyperaware both to the memory of that first time and the fantasy Cy painted that had evocatively scorched new, unfound hunger alive. It is never far from his mind; those sinuous words promising to fuck him through a struggle of strength and pride, the first blatant insinuation of sex with a man he had ever experienced cutting a groove into the pattern of fierce attraction now so connected to Cy.
He is almost hard again in seconds, cock pinned between his body and the bedsheets, a fold of blanket folded uncomfortably under one thigh only aiding that sensation of animalistic messiness. His arm is bent, too, and though he tests the angle of a shoulder there is no pain. Just a raze of hot-white lust that threatens to chew him up and spit him out. His hand flexes enough to roll his wrist in the cuff of silk, not enough to pull it loose.
Cy's low, drawling, familiar voice so close stirs a shiver from his upper body.] Come on my back. [Gritty, filthy words. He can't believe he's learned to talk like this.] I want to be pushed down, with my arm pinned the way it is now.
[There's something so primal in it that for a moment it's hard to breathe past the force of his want, let alone speak.]
I like feeling the weight of your body on top of me.
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Date: 2024-02-26 02:15 am (UTC)He is almost hard again in seconds, cock pinned between his body and the bedsheets, a fold of blanket folded uncomfortably under one thigh only aiding that sensation of animalistic messiness. His arm is bent, too, and though he tests the angle of a shoulder there is no pain. Just a raze of hot-white lust that threatens to chew him up and spit him out. His hand flexes enough to roll his wrist in the cuff of silk, not enough to pull it loose.
Cy's low, drawling, familiar voice so close stirs a shiver from his upper body.] Come on my back. [Gritty, filthy words. He can't believe he's learned to talk like this.] I want to be pushed down, with my arm pinned the way it is now.
[There's something so primal in it that for a moment it's hard to breathe past the force of his want, let alone speak.]
I like feeling the weight of your body on top of me.