[He loses himself in the warm, sonorous drawl of Cy's voice — eyes slip closed, body slanted forward against those first caresses, craning toward the lips at the curve of his jaw. A moan of want builds in his chest, hips bucked up under that hand until it's suddenly gone and he is held in place by the open spread of Cy's palms over thighs.
The insinuation is clear, and his dick aches for the thought. He thinks even without the influence of his suit it would be possible to come from Cy uttering filth and love in his ear — filling his whole head like hot air. Yet it certainly helps that he is keyed to arousal, that he is deliriously strung along to this man's presence, that he's just finished taking Cy's cock in his throat. Every piece is there to intensify the moment; the imagination of that fantasy Cy weaves only settles it in stone.
He can think of no other greater purpose, then, for the course of his life to this point than to be heavy with Cy's child. Under those colorful ribbons of light, full and swollen and wholly owned by that act of love between them — Cy's hand on his belly, Cy's teeth at the peak of one nipple. Thoughtlessly Sasuke rolls his hips down into the man's lap as if he is partaking in that moment already, sliding his cunt down onto Cy's cock with the vengeance of his need.
Another sound falls out of his throat, desperately gasping — that blistered edge of orgasm hooked in his belly and pulling him through the sensation of release, spilling hot and wet and sudden, soaking the fabric of his underwear.]
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Date: 2024-06-15 12:14 am (UTC)The insinuation is clear, and his dick aches for the thought. He thinks even without the influence of his suit it would be possible to come from Cy uttering filth and love in his ear — filling his whole head like hot air. Yet it certainly helps that he is keyed to arousal, that he is deliriously strung along to this man's presence, that he's just finished taking Cy's cock in his throat. Every piece is there to intensify the moment; the imagination of that fantasy Cy weaves only settles it in stone.
He can think of no other greater purpose, then, for the course of his life to this point than to be heavy with Cy's child. Under those colorful ribbons of light, full and swollen and wholly owned by that act of love between them — Cy's hand on his belly, Cy's teeth at the peak of one nipple. Thoughtlessly Sasuke rolls his hips down into the man's lap as if he is partaking in that moment already, sliding his cunt down onto Cy's cock with the vengeance of his need.
Another sound falls out of his throat, desperately gasping — that blistered edge of orgasm hooked in his belly and pulling him through the sensation of release, spilling hot and wet and sudden, soaking the fabric of his underwear.]