[The air rushes out of him at that push of weight, driving him further down into the mattress, hips deeply denting the pillow tucked underneath. Combined with that lurid, unfamiliar string of language — indecipherable, he notices, as if its intentional usage has taken away the meaning and only made him more determined to learn and know what Cy has said — Sasuke's teeth find the inside of his cheek to pinch back a whimper. His voice comes more muffled, strained.]
It's... On the floor, perhaps. Or the side table. I didn't take it into bed.
[The answer requires him to utilize whatever part of his mind is untethered from the sensation of those fingers buried in his ass, and it's a failing effort.]
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It's... On the floor, perhaps. Or the side table. I didn't take it into bed.
[The answer requires him to utilize whatever part of his mind is untethered from the sensation of those fingers buried in his ass, and it's a failing effort.]