[The plug is warm when it settles at his hole, that reddened rim of muscle now slicked with lubricant to a sheen in the light, yielding at the first push of penetration â and then a sharp inhale precedes that burning accommodation of a stretch, because the plug is much thicker than Cy's fingers, its flared base keeping him spread open on the inside. It is the first time he's felt anything quite like this; the toy sits, unmoving, in the seat of his ass in a way that keeps him constantly aware of its presence, of its weight, without the satisfaction of friction or angled pressure. It feels like â waiting to be fucked and being denied that gratification, kept on the brink interminably.
Sasuke's breath comes in heavier pants as he feels the muscle of his legs clench, testing the give of the silicone. There isn't much. The sensation of being facedown, arm imprisoned, ordered not to move and anticipating for the slap of Cy's hand â he thinks he might climb outside of himself with the force of his own lust, cock aching in a dull and continuous throb where it's tucked against the pillow.
Ten counts. The first lands, and he gusts out â] One, [and it already sounds wrecked. The strike of bare flesh is so loud in his ears.] Two.
[A delicious sting of heat builds on his ass, enhanced by the plug keeping his hole open, an act that creates unconscious tension in the flex of hamstrings and makes each hit feel more intense somehow. In seconds, the curve of his ass is a bright, blooming pink.]
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Date: 2024-02-26 07:57 pm (UTC)Sasuke's breath comes in heavier pants as he feels the muscle of his legs clench, testing the give of the silicone. There isn't much. The sensation of being facedown, arm imprisoned, ordered not to move and anticipating for the slap of Cy's hand â he thinks he might climb outside of himself with the force of his own lust, cock aching in a dull and continuous throb where it's tucked against the pillow.
Ten counts. The first lands, and he gusts out â] One, [and it already sounds wrecked. The strike of bare flesh is so loud in his ears.] Two.
[A delicious sting of heat builds on his ass, enhanced by the plug keeping his hole open, an act that creates unconscious tension in the flex of hamstrings and makes each hit feel more intense somehow. In seconds, the curve of his ass is a bright, blooming pink.]