[There's a levity that relinquishes the strangling hold of grief on him since the veil of genjutsu had fallen over them. Sasuke melts into the kiss, and while he doesn't forget where they are â it's changed, slightly, feeling Cy's weight in his lap and the hot drag of that cock against his abdomen. The severity of this distilled memory is softened by degrees.
With Cy's cheeky comment, he bites back at a lower lip, a reprimand that does no damage but communicates some of that play in physical language.]
I don't hate how that sounds.
[Mostly a jest, as fingers slicked with lubricant drift into the furrow of cheeks, finding Cy's hole â rubbing across the entrance of his body, mimicking a tease of penetration done to him beneath Cy's hand countless times. The breach of index and middle fingers is an easy slide, one and then the other, luxuriating in the stretch of muscle that closes over knuckles. As promised, there's little resistance, but he doesn't shy aware from the indulgence of dragging in and out a few times just to feel the yield of Cy's body.]
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Date: 2024-03-18 02:54 am (UTC)With Cy's cheeky comment, he bites back at a lower lip, a reprimand that does no damage but communicates some of that play in physical language.]
I don't hate how that sounds.
[Mostly a jest, as fingers slicked with lubricant drift into the furrow of cheeks, finding Cy's hole â rubbing across the entrance of his body, mimicking a tease of penetration done to him beneath Cy's hand countless times. The breach of index and middle fingers is an easy slide, one and then the other, luxuriating in the stretch of muscle that closes over knuckles. As promised, there's little resistance, but he doesn't shy aware from the indulgence of dragging in and out a few times just to feel the yield of Cy's body.]