[Pliant to the familiar handling, he settles upright in Cy's lap with this changed position, legs crossed to narrow the space between his thighs into a tighter funnel. He likes looking down at the sight — Cy's cock squeezed between the grip of his thighs, wet with precome, the tip a dark and ruddy flush of color off-set by his own paler skin. Cy's strong hand on him, jerking him off with those slow and lazy pulls that make him squirm with impatient need, ridge of knuckles and long, clever fingers almost mesmerizing to watch.
When Cy speaks, he looks up, desire reflected in his face undisguised.]
I remember you talking about it before. [As if the word torture would frighten him away, rather than pique a darker interest.] I'm interested in trying. What would it involve?
[Sasuke tries to keep his attention on the conversation, but it drifts a little despite himself, thighs rubbing together to feel the hard line of Cy's dick between them.]
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When Cy speaks, he looks up, desire reflected in his face undisguised.]
I remember you talking about it before. [As if the word torture would frighten him away, rather than pique a darker interest.] I'm interested in trying. What would it involve?
[Sasuke tries to keep his attention on the conversation, but it drifts a little despite himself, thighs rubbing together to feel the hard line of Cy's dick between them.]