（ cy laughs warmly, and obeys unhesitatingly, getting to his knees so that he can arrange himself across sasuke's thighs, his own spread open and without tension. he lets sasuke take and support his weight, aware of and trusting to the fact he can, and wraps his arms around sasuke's shoulders. he does kiss him, and deeply — like he's trying to drink the air from his lungs in an inward press of his tongue. he rides up against sasuke in a flex of his thighs, his cock already halfly hard where it drags against sasuke's midsection in a messy smear of precome.
playfully: ）
Yessir.
（ it's said with stolen air, cheeky, as he leans back in. sasuke is welcome to finger him all he likes — but cy is going to take that order to heart, biting at his bottom lip, kissing the pale column of his throat, a thousand tiny sparks of connection, each imbued with more love than the last. ）
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playfully: ）
Yessir.
（ it's said with stolen air, cheeky, as he leans back in. sasuke is welcome to finger him all he likes — but cy is going to take that order to heart, biting at his bottom lip, kissing the pale column of his throat, a thousand tiny sparks of connection, each imbued with more love than the last. ）