[The look on Cy's face is enough to carry him through anything — though he ducks his head, a little warm across the nose from the praise that follows. Somehow, those words feel different than even the filthiest degradation, affection so transparently sincere as to surprise him again and again.
There's a huff when he finds Cy without underwear, no new phenomenon and he expects it wasn't meant as anything more than absentmindedness or practicality, but — it's hot. It isn't the first time he has thought so, but the idea of Cy walking around like this, looking for him, draws heavy heat into his belly; the fact he is so easily accessible now besides. Sasuke barely has to move his mouth once the zipper is down to find the man's cock, pressing lips to the velvet-soft crown, lapping at the slit to sample those first beads of precome in salt on his tongue. A familiar taste by now.
As much as he'd like to slide it down his throat right away in one practiced swallow — as well as he knows he can tolerate it so deep, so quickly — Sasuke takes his time here. He feels more protected by the door Cy has wedged (absurdly) against the alcove opening, and he wants to show Cy that he's confident in the act, that he can draw it out, that he's learned enough to luxuriate in every moment rather than rush to the end. When he lifts his right hand, it's only to push the hair out of his eyes as he bends down over Cy's lap and licks at his cock until it's all wet and glossy with his tongue.]
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Date: 2024-06-13 04:56 am (UTC)There's a huff when he finds Cy without underwear, no new phenomenon and he expects it wasn't meant as anything more than absentmindedness or practicality, but — it's hot. It isn't the first time he has thought so, but the idea of Cy walking around like this, looking for him, draws heavy heat into his belly; the fact he is so easily accessible now besides. Sasuke barely has to move his mouth once the zipper is down to find the man's cock, pressing lips to the velvet-soft crown, lapping at the slit to sample those first beads of precome in salt on his tongue. A familiar taste by now.
As much as he'd like to slide it down his throat right away in one practiced swallow — as well as he knows he can tolerate it so deep, so quickly — Sasuke takes his time here. He feels more protected by the door Cy has wedged (absurdly) against the alcove opening, and he wants to show Cy that he's confident in the act, that he can draw it out, that he's learned enough to luxuriate in every moment rather than rush to the end. When he lifts his right hand, it's only to push the hair out of his eyes as he bends down over Cy's lap and licks at his cock until it's all wet and glossy with his tongue.]