[The word slut burns across the back of his neck, matched in obscenity by the performative slap of skin from Cy's hand on his ass. He doesn't say anything verbal, but there's a deeper whine half-stifled in his throat as his body jolts a little — not enough to unseat his position or upset the loose tie of the scarf under a leg. That, he presses down on with diligent obedience, because Cy told him to.
As soon as the plug is presented in front of his mouth, he studies it, already imagining how it might feel. There's little humiliation in this; his lips part readily, accepting the toy, using the edge of teeth to keep it steady and the slither of a tongue to maneuver it further into his mouth. He treats it as if Cy has given him his fingers or his cock — a dutiful suck to the hard silicone that hollows his cheeks, then a lave of tongue, bathing the blunt shape, drenching it in enough saliva that there's a leak of wetness at the corner of a mouth due to gravity in this downward position. He doesn't care. He likes that Cy makes him attend to this task, likes that it might chafe where spit thins on the plug as it is pushed inside of him — and he likes most of all that Cy is watching him.]
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As soon as the plug is presented in front of his mouth, he studies it, already imagining how it might feel. There's little humiliation in this; his lips part readily, accepting the toy, using the edge of teeth to keep it steady and the slither of a tongue to maneuver it further into his mouth. He treats it as if Cy has given him his fingers or his cock — a dutiful suck to the hard silicone that hollows his cheeks, then a lave of tongue, bathing the blunt shape, drenching it in enough saliva that there's a leak of wetness at the corner of a mouth due to gravity in this downward position. He doesn't care. He likes that Cy makes him attend to this task, likes that it might chafe where spit thins on the plug as it is pushed inside of him — and he likes most of all that Cy is watching him.]