[By reflex his mouth opens, lapping up the smear of precome when Cy drags his dick across his lips, tasting the bitter flavor with an unmatched crave for this man alone.]
I do want it. [It's such an easy, effortless scenario — he can picture himself between Cy's legs, if Cy truly was his sensei, seeking special treatment. Wanting to be seen, wanting to leave an impression. He would do anything for it.] I'll be good.
[Without hesitation, he resumes by slipping his mouth over the head of Cy's cock and taking it halfway down in a greedy swallow, less playful and more desperate than before. He works it as deep as he can on that first push — nearly to the back of his throat, where that initial strain of pressure is a gratifying burn — and then out, and then back in. He still has not raised his hand yet, not even when he pulls off a third time, choosing instead to nuzzle down at the base and kiss the tight swell of balls there directly, bathing tender skin with his tongue in broad swipes.]
no subject
I do want it. [It's such an easy, effortless scenario — he can picture himself between Cy's legs, if Cy truly was his sensei, seeking special treatment. Wanting to be seen, wanting to leave an impression. He would do anything for it.] I'll be good.
[Without hesitation, he resumes by slipping his mouth over the head of Cy's cock and taking it halfway down in a greedy swallow, less playful and more desperate than before. He works it as deep as he can on that first push — nearly to the back of his throat, where that initial strain of pressure is a gratifying burn — and then out, and then back in. He still has not raised his hand yet, not even when he pulls off a third time, choosing instead to nuzzle down at the base and kiss the tight swell of balls there directly, bathing tender skin with his tongue in broad swipes.]