[He does not think he'll ever be used to the affection Cy doles out to him, and the sentiment is still new in its open expression, still gently tentative — so it is no wonder his face flushes to hear Cy speak of 'sweet, sweet love'.
At least he can focus on the task ahead, liberally collecting lubricant before he reclines near the head of the bed. He waits until Cy has finished speaking before he attempts to begin with himself, paying care to the places indicated by those instructive touches.]
It reminds me of learning the use for different weapons and combat techniques. Some to target certain parts of the body; some to cause certain wounds. [Though it is clear for many reasons why he's found himself drawn to this side of sex, the language of intimacy within the practice of BDSM — Cy's influence chief among them — this only lays further proof.] Let's try it.
[No fear, just expectancy and anticipation. He reaches between his legs, one knee drawn up in order to slip fingertips across his own hole, and with a hitch of breath he drives in two at once.]
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At least he can focus on the task ahead, liberally collecting lubricant before he reclines near the head of the bed. He waits until Cy has finished speaking before he attempts to begin with himself, paying care to the places indicated by those instructive touches.]
It reminds me of learning the use for different weapons and combat techniques. Some to target certain parts of the body; some to cause certain wounds. [Though it is clear for many reasons why he's found himself drawn to this side of sex, the language of intimacy within the practice of BDSM — Cy's influence chief among them — this only lays further proof.] Let's try it.
[No fear, just expectancy and anticipation. He reaches between his legs, one knee drawn up in order to slip fingertips across his own hole, and with a hitch of breath he drives in two at once.]