[He likes this feeling — enclosed in Cy's long legs, the cross of ankles behind him making it impossible to go anywhere. As if he would try. The hand on his wrist is equally restraining, so that his whole world is the warm cradle of Cy's thighs, that salt-bitter taste on his tongue, that scent of sex and purely Cy in his nose. He shivers when Cy's cock swats his face, something about the base degradation of it curling up in his belly and making his own thighs squeeze tightly together.]
And if I said it wasn't? [He sucks at Cy's balls where they've drawn up tight against his body, then lifts his head again and mouths the tip, gathering the smear of fresh precome.] That I've done this before, for other men?
[Confidence has him toeing that line in this play, to feel possessed by Cy — less in the pursuit of jealousy than the desire to be wanted, owned, belonging only to this man. He demonstrates his experience by slipping his lips over the crown of Cy's dick and sinking as far down as he can physically reach, opening his throat as he has learned and practiced, swallowing in a hot seal until his nose brushes the very root.]
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Date: 2024-06-14 06:22 pm (UTC)And if I said it wasn't? [He sucks at Cy's balls where they've drawn up tight against his body, then lifts his head again and mouths the tip, gathering the smear of fresh precome.] That I've done this before, for other men?
[Confidence has him toeing that line in this play, to feel possessed by Cy — less in the pursuit of jealousy than the desire to be wanted, owned, belonging only to this man. He demonstrates his experience by slipping his lips over the crown of Cy's dick and sinking as far down as he can physically reach, opening his throat as he has learned and practiced, swallowing in a hot seal until his nose brushes the very root.]