[A shudder works through him at the grip in his hair, how it feels like even now, on his knees, he's cradled in careful hands. Everything he knows is as Cy has taught him. Pleasure has lost its terror in vulnerability, opening a world of connection and good feeling he'd never thought possible for someone like him. At Cy's side, he is safe.
He doesn't resist the press of that thumb down on the flat of his tongue, though he laps at it as he does the slit of Cy's cock, then at soft foreskin, offering the blunt ridge of his teeth as he knows Cy likes. Finally there's obedience, lips parting further to fit his mouth around the girth of him — unable to stifle a moan, because he craves this part most of all, that feeling of having his throat filled to a stretch. Still slow, still exploratory, licking a new wet line further down on Cy's cock before he withdraws again and noses into the pubic curls at the base. His voice is a rough murmur.]
Only because of you. You're the reason I can do any of this. [And be okay.] You've made me a better person.
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He doesn't resist the press of that thumb down on the flat of his tongue, though he laps at it as he does the slit of Cy's cock, then at soft foreskin, offering the blunt ridge of his teeth as he knows Cy likes. Finally there's obedience, lips parting further to fit his mouth around the girth of him — unable to stifle a moan, because he craves this part most of all, that feeling of having his throat filled to a stretch. Still slow, still exploratory, licking a new wet line further down on Cy's cock before he withdraws again and noses into the pubic curls at the base. His voice is a rough murmur.]
Only because of you. You're the reason I can do any of this. [And be okay.] You've made me a better person.