（ there's a laugh, warm and low as sasuke takes to the task with enthusiasm before he's even done with his offer. the boy takes the splay of his fingers deep, straining forwards to deepen them — and he obliges, of course, sliding his fingers as far back in sasuke's mouth as they can go. little threads of praise are woven into the air, how good he is, how pretty he looks, what a good little whore — and when sasuke comes cy pets his spine and murmurs appreciation.

it doesn't mean he doesn't hook his fingers into the collar's ring and force the boy to sort of shuffle himself around on his knees, mindful of the pain in his balls and the restriction to his arm, and then nudge him down towards the stain with a gentle but insistent pressure. he's had sasuke clean up like this before, so the implication should be clear — though he clarifies with: ）

Don't leave a mess, now. You want people to think you're a good boy, right?

（ whether or not sasuke obeys is up to him. but it does give cy the opportunity to take some of what's dripping down his thighs instead, enough to coat his fingers in it before he nudges the boy's hip nearer to give him better access from where he's sitting on the bed, and then he starts to work the come inside him with his fingers with slick, wet noises. ）

I'll use lube if I decide to fuck you with a dildo, but if it's just my cock? This is all you're gonna get. You okay with that?