[The lazy thrust briefly severs his concentration, so that he sees only stars behind flickered eyelids at the drag of Cy's cock inside of him, angled almost well enough to tease a tender prostate. Almost. He tries shifting in Cy's warm lap, chasing pressure in a circle of hips rather than moving up and off.
Cy isn't so far off the mark with the depiction. Not knowing the source of his frustration and chasing instead what he would view at Cy's presence of power, he'd attempt to channel himself physically through combat. Anything for Cy's attention.]
That would be — pathetic of me. [It's unconsciously easy to be derisive toward this imagined self.] Not cute.
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Cy isn't so far off the mark with the depiction. Not knowing the source of his frustration and chasing instead what he would view at Cy's presence of power, he'd attempt to channel himself physically through combat. Anything for Cy's attention.]
That would be — pathetic of me. [It's unconsciously easy to be derisive toward this imagined self.] Not cute.