[Lips part at the seam, allowing Cy's tongue into the slick interior of his mouth, where the flavor of salt lingers from an earlier snack — and his breath gusts out, expelled by the control demonstrated as his wrist is put to the door. There is a definitiveness to it that tells him not to move. And he obeys willfully, alacrity built into the ease of submission as he's pinned to be pried apart by Cy's demonstrative care.
It shakes out a shiver, that blunt scoring of teeth down his throat to the collar of a shirt. Then, the shirt is gone, snapped away with a lick of frigid air too little to leave an impression. It doesn't take much for the attention of teeth to surface marks, possessively laid over pale skin. Yet as soon as Cy's mouth reaches his nipple, keen sensitivity makes him stutter, a twist of resistance against the door that shows through flexed muscle. There is nowhere to go; that knee imprisons the last of his physical freedom, parting legs to allow Cy's hand plenty of room to maneuver.
He will find Sasuke quick to harden. It's frighteningly easy, arousal filling his cock like honey in a spoon until he's swollen from it, leaking, hot and heavy in Cy's palm. There's another brief, intermissive struggle meant only to test the cage of strength that keeps him held.]
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It shakes out a shiver, that blunt scoring of teeth down his throat to the collar of a shirt. Then, the shirt is gone, snapped away with a lick of frigid air too little to leave an impression. It doesn't take much for the attention of teeth to surface marks, possessively laid over pale skin. Yet as soon as Cy's mouth reaches his nipple, keen sensitivity makes him stutter, a twist of resistance against the door that shows through flexed muscle. There is nowhere to go; that knee imprisons the last of his physical freedom, parting legs to allow Cy's hand plenty of room to maneuver.
He will find Sasuke quick to harden. It's frighteningly easy, arousal filling his cock like honey in a spoon until he's swollen from it, leaking, hot and heavy in Cy's palm. There's another brief, intermissive struggle meant only to test the cage of strength that keeps him held.]