[He gets lost somewhere in those words, fucked thoroughly through the oversensitivity of his body and soon reduced to a trembling mess of loose limbs where he's held down to take Cy's cock. Praise weaves into degradation and stitches a picture better than anything â taking him to the brink of what he is, building him up and bringing him back down, a tapestry of raw want made whole in these hands. It feels so good. He did not know sex could feel this way, like an opening of his soul poured forth and bled into another's body.
With enough time, Sasuke imagines that he could get hard again just from bearing Cy's dick like that, every thrust punctuated by filthy language he's never imagined anyone would say to him. For him. He's taken in it, by Cy, that last word of ownership making him moan unselfconsciously â shuddering at the first hot, wet stripes of seed that paint his skin. His ass, lower back, part of his forearm; it makes him shiver all over to be marked for the second time so obscenely.
Then Cy is on the bed with him, their faces close, sharing the same air. The look on Sasuke's face is â glassy, bleary and fucked-out, touched by a softness of relaxation better showing itself when lips curve just a little.]
Cy. [He noses in, an attempt at a kiss more like he rubs his mouth against Cy's cheek.] I'm still... recovering, but â here. Come here. [And he pulls his arm around even as his shoulder protests movement, trying to draw Cy into an embrace.]
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their eternal kink journey continues
Date: 2024-03-04 01:56 am (UTC)With enough time, Sasuke imagines that he could get hard again just from bearing Cy's dick like that, every thrust punctuated by filthy language he's never imagined anyone would say to him. For him. He's taken in it, by Cy, that last word of ownership making him moan unselfconsciously â shuddering at the first hot, wet stripes of seed that paint his skin. His ass, lower back, part of his forearm; it makes him shiver all over to be marked for the second time so obscenely.
Then Cy is on the bed with him, their faces close, sharing the same air. The look on Sasuke's face is â glassy, bleary and fucked-out, touched by a softness of relaxation better showing itself when lips curve just a little.]
Cy. [He noses in, an attempt at a kiss more like he rubs his mouth against Cy's cheek.] I'm still... recovering, but â here. Come here. [And he pulls his arm around even as his shoulder protests movement, trying to draw Cy into an embrace.]