（ cy leans down, until his weight can only be endured, until sasuke is pinioned in place with an illusion of mercilessness that seems all too real now. for all that cy has forged himself into a man that is steeped in compassion, he was once a creature from whom all kindness was picked clean like a corpse.
his breath is hot at sasuke's ear as he murmurs only one word: no and it's punctuated by the inward push of his cock. every time they've done anything penetrative, cy's been gentle. he's taken care, and time, and worked him open. even the times where they've been a bit more in a hurry, he's still been methodical about it — just quick. there has still been time granted to adjust, to adapt, to accept the act of penetration on sasuke's own time and terms.
but now he's relying on the plug's intrusion and sasuke's own familiarity with the act, with his dick, to take him to the hilt in one cruel push. his attention is hyperfocused on the boy's hand where it's clutched around the bell just in case this is the thing that pushes him too far, too fast. but when neither safeword passes his lips nor bell rung, cy puts his tethered hand right between sasuke's shoulder blades as he straightens up, keeping the boy's torso firmly pushed down into the mattress in a way and with a weight that will also impact his ability to draw full, deep breaths — and then slaps at his hip in another startlingly loud blush of sound. ）
Your body's mine by right of conquest. You only exist to get fucked from here on out. One duty, one purpose — such a fucking filthy, breedable slut —
（ he keeps up the litany of awful, degrading words as he fucks into him, the snap of his hips a rough forward drive that will absolutely push sasuke against the cheap sheets and towards the headboard with every thrust.
the only sign that he's still himself, that he's still taking care even as he says such terrible things is the fact that one of the pillows is briefly shucked into the void and then reappears between sasuke and the headboard, cold with the gasp of that arctic wasteland, so he won't bang his head. ）
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his breath is hot at sasuke's ear as he murmurs only one word: no and it's punctuated by the inward push of his cock. every time they've done anything penetrative, cy's been gentle. he's taken care, and time, and worked him open. even the times where they've been a bit more in a hurry, he's still been methodical about it — just quick. there has still been time granted to adjust, to adapt, to accept the act of penetration on sasuke's own time and terms.
but now he's relying on the plug's intrusion and sasuke's own familiarity with the act, with his dick, to take him to the hilt in one cruel push. his attention is hyperfocused on the boy's hand where it's clutched around the bell just in case this is the thing that pushes him too far, too fast. but when neither safeword passes his lips nor bell rung, cy puts his tethered hand right between sasuke's shoulder blades as he straightens up, keeping the boy's torso firmly pushed down into the mattress in a way and with a weight that will also impact his ability to draw full, deep breaths — and then slaps at his hip in another startlingly loud blush of sound. ）
Your body's mine by right of conquest. You only exist to get fucked from here on out. One duty, one purpose — such a fucking filthy, breedable slut —
（ he keeps up the litany of awful, degrading words as he fucks into him, the snap of his hips a rough forward drive that will absolutely push sasuke against the cheap sheets and towards the headboard with every thrust.
the only sign that he's still himself, that he's still taking care even as he says such terrible things is the fact that one of the pillows is briefly shucked into the void and then reappears between sasuke and the headboard, cold with the gasp of that arctic wasteland, so he won't bang his head. ）