[It's fortunate they've practiced this act so many times, because otherwise Sasuke would not be able to take that forceful slide of a cock without choking outright — seconds of adjustment become meager when his mouth is so full, so fast, back of his throat tight with the squeeze around the thick crown. He drags in air through his nose where it's shoved into the man's pelvic bone, jaw stretched to an ache, cheeks taking on a flush of color for the effort. As immediate as it is, all of his senses are flooded with Cy — that heady masculine scent and bitter-salt taste, the sight of smooth muscle and careless grace when he dare a glance up through dark lashes. He could get carried away like this, could show his hand and break the fidelity of the scene by letting his throat relax around the heavy burden on his tongue, allowing a moan around the girth of Cy's cock.
Privilege. Sasuke hangs onto that word, uses it as fuel in the mindset of the role he's playing as if there truly are lives on the line. It isn't as difficult as he'd expected to pretend like he is a resentful captive. He can sink into this, mind slipping away as if he is within subspace already — the nudge of a foot at the humbler all the more effective as a result.
The pain is electric. He can feel it all over his body, pulsing to the beat of his heart. He gags — an attempted inhale on the dick in his throat quickly extinguished, a jerk on the leash only to learn there's nowhere to go. The sheen of wetness in his eyes is less because he's trying to cry, knowing Cy likes it, than a compulsory response to choking. And in this role he restrains the reflex, lashes blinking the tears away.
In the awareness that it will save men from suffering, Sasuke bends into the act as if he is steel in a forge, hot with fire yet unyielding, gliding his mouth back down rigid flesh with less care than dutiful finesse. He knows how to suck a cock, and that knowledge is demonstrated now in the lash of a tongue, the tight seal of lips, the avoidance of sharp teeth.]
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Date: 2024-07-02 02:41 am (UTC)Privilege. Sasuke hangs onto that word, uses it as fuel in the mindset of the role he's playing as if there truly are lives on the line. It isn't as difficult as he'd expected to pretend like he is a resentful captive. He can sink into this, mind slipping away as if he is within subspace already — the nudge of a foot at the humbler all the more effective as a result.
The pain is electric. He can feel it all over his body, pulsing to the beat of his heart. He gags — an attempted inhale on the dick in his throat quickly extinguished, a jerk on the leash only to learn there's nowhere to go. The sheen of wetness in his eyes is less because he's trying to cry, knowing Cy likes it, than a compulsory response to choking. And in this role he restrains the reflex, lashes blinking the tears away.
In the awareness that it will save men from suffering, Sasuke bends into the act as if he is steel in a forge, hot with fire yet unyielding, gliding his mouth back down rigid flesh with less care than dutiful finesse. He knows how to suck a cock, and that knowledge is demonstrated now in the lash of a tongue, the tight seal of lips, the avoidance of sharp teeth.]