[The hand stays where it's held with no more than that touch, obedience effortlessly given, fingers curling into a fist to prevent any half-shaped impulse to reach for Cy. His cock is bared as pants are yanked down, curving in a shameless jut upward, flushed that ruddy shade of red that belies how quickly he's become aroused — and it doesn't really matter at all when Cy's mouth slides over him in one merciless swallow. Sasuke feels the weakness of sudden sensation threaten his knees; he locks them, leaning hard against the door as his voice rises up out of his throat, wholly undone, a shattered sound of pleasure. He's not expecting all of it at once. Overwhelmed at the tight seal of pressure and suction, he doesn't have the self-control to stop hips from bucking as his dick is taken by the squeeze of Cy's throat.
Whatever stamina he's built from their shared encounters, he has no true defenses against Cy's experience and skill. It would be humiliating if he was still ashamed of it — how rapidly the orgasm is pulled from his body, worked loose by Cy's lips and tongue and throat. The rush is hot and hard, only warning in the brief little thrash he manages just before, the gasp of Cy over and over in litany of worship.]
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Whatever stamina he's built from their shared encounters, he has no true defenses against Cy's experience and skill. It would be humiliating if he was still ashamed of it — how rapidly the orgasm is pulled from his body, worked loose by Cy's lips and tongue and throat. The rush is hot and hard, only warning in the brief little thrash he manages just before, the gasp of Cy over and over in litany of worship.]