īŧ it's said with a sort of imperious approval — satisfaction at someone put so thoroughly into their place that there can be no mistaking their subjugation. cy slinks lower in the chair, tipping his head back against its frame, throat working in a long swallow that does not mask the groan that sasuke pulls out of him. why should he be resolved against a demonstration of pleasure, in a situation like this?
he affords sasuke no autonomy at all — or at least the illusion of its lack. he's attentive as ever to his breathing and the tension of his body, and when he has cause to concern himself he will shove sasuke back enough to breathe properly, using it as an opportunity to taunt him, to draw attention to the rank debasement. īŧ
If your men could see you now.
īŧ is one such sentiment, murmured as he cleans a line of drool from one corner of sasuke's mouth, wiping his hand off on his cheek as if annoyed by the filth. he meets sasuke's eyes briefly — brow lifted in an unspoken check-in — and he clearly sees what he's looking for in the boy's expression, because he settles and then continues: īŧ
What would they think of you sucking cock to spare them a slow, torturous death?
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Date: 2024-07-02 04:31 am (UTC)īŧ it's said with a sort of imperious approval — satisfaction at someone put so thoroughly into their place that there can be no mistaking their subjugation. cy slinks lower in the chair, tipping his head back against its frame, throat working in a long swallow that does not mask the groan that sasuke pulls out of him. why should he be resolved against a demonstration of pleasure, in a situation like this?
he affords sasuke no autonomy at all — or at least the illusion of its lack. he's attentive as ever to his breathing and the tension of his body, and when he has cause to concern himself he will shove sasuke back enough to breathe properly, using it as an opportunity to taunt him, to draw attention to the rank debasement. īŧ
If your men could see you now.
īŧ is one such sentiment, murmured as he cleans a line of drool from one corner of sasuke's mouth, wiping his hand off on his cheek as if annoyed by the filth. he meets sasuke's eyes briefly — brow lifted in an unspoken check-in — and he clearly sees what he's looking for in the boy's expression, because he settles and then continues: īŧ
What would they think of you sucking cock to spare them a slow, torturous death?