[He resists the kiss, but only because it feels good to be forced to open, lips pried apart by a tongue — tasting himself, bitter-salt shared between their mouths. It's a reminder that Cy just swallowed his come, a reminder of power between them for how quickly Cy has taken it from him — and how quickly he's surrendered it.
Lifted like a negligible burden, Cy delivers them to the bed in one fell swoop, breath jostled from him on the cushioned landing. Soon he's stripped; soon Cy lords above him, an imperial presence of authority in the shape of that ancient body perfectly wielded. Bent over Cy's lap like the curve of a blade, he puts his own face down against the mattress without complaint. He doesn't even notice the cooler air on bare flesh. Cy is too hot, a burning furnace in proximity made more stark when he feels the hard line of Cy's cock against his side, rigid, a signal of arousal Sasuke wants to throw himself against if only allowed freedom of movement.
Then the scarf binds his thighs; hamstrings flex, standing out on pale skin scarred with the wear and tear of a warborn life, ass a firm clench of muscle before the deliberate, well-taught release to pliancy.]
Forty, [is the airless number, like he's close to panting for it already.] But it needs to be a little harder than usual.
[They've done this enough times by now that he feels safe in this offer of a parameter, fingers slipping familiarly around the bell. It chimes against his palm before he wraps it up in a tight hold.]
I understand. [His head turns, enough to be able to gaze up from the submissive position he's been placed into — wearing an expression as adoring as it is intense. Tone shifting, sinuous, fog on glass —] Did I do something to deserve punishment?
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Lifted like a negligible burden, Cy delivers them to the bed in one fell swoop, breath jostled from him on the cushioned landing. Soon he's stripped; soon Cy lords above him, an imperial presence of authority in the shape of that ancient body perfectly wielded. Bent over Cy's lap like the curve of a blade, he puts his own face down against the mattress without complaint. He doesn't even notice the cooler air on bare flesh. Cy is too hot, a burning furnace in proximity made more stark when he feels the hard line of Cy's cock against his side, rigid, a signal of arousal Sasuke wants to throw himself against if only allowed freedom of movement.
Then the scarf binds his thighs; hamstrings flex, standing out on pale skin scarred with the wear and tear of a warborn life, ass a firm clench of muscle before the deliberate, well-taught release to pliancy.]
Forty, [is the airless number, like he's close to panting for it already.] But it needs to be a little harder than usual.
[They've done this enough times by now that he feels safe in this offer of a parameter, fingers slipping familiarly around the bell. It chimes against his palm before he wraps it up in a tight hold.]
I understand. [His head turns, enough to be able to gaze up from the submissive position he's been placed into — wearing an expression as adoring as it is intense. Tone shifting, sinuous, fog on glass —] Did I do something to deserve punishment?