īŧ cy pets at sasuke's cheek, almost lovingly, and then he bends down and kisses him — this too a violation, a deliberate act that forces sasuke's mouth open that cy might lick the taste of himself from it. the chain at sasuke's throat stays taut, disallowing him the chance to slip away and it isn't until cy's satisfied that he lets it go slack again, lets sasuke have the space to breathe.
then he levers one foot against sasuke's shoulder and shoves him hard down to the floor, standing as he does it to loom over him. coordinating the backwards splay of limbs is all on sasuke to manage, and then cy leans his weight against that point of contact, pinning him down. īŧ
You've given me a challenge. īŧ he leans one forearm against his knee, intensifying the downward pressure against sasuke's shoulder even as his other hand slips to his own cock, still wet and messy with sasuke's saliva and hot with the warmth of his mouth. cy works his hand down the shaft, squeezing over the head of his crown, deliberately working himself off. īŧ You see, I — ah... bet I can humiliate you just fine.
īŧ the foot is removed from sasuke's shoulder just long enough for him to drop down to a knee instead, half-straddling the boy's chest while using the hard press of a knee to disable his right arm, shin braced overtop sasuke's bicep. like this, the intent of his pose is made more obvious and deliberate — he's going to come on sasuke's face, though the way he works himself off is unhurried, sensual. as if he's as much enjoying the exploration of his own body as he is sasuke's place beneath him. īŧ
I'm going to break you down until you're nothing but a sheathe for my cock. Then you can tell your men how much you enjoy it while I make them watch, hm? Open your mouth, boy, let's see how good my aim is.
īŧ he doesn't genuinely intend to aim, but he knows that sasuke will appreciate the taste of him even if most of the ejaculate coats his face or gets striped up into his hair. but whether or not he complies is another thing entirely — and cy doesn't particularly care if he chooses to or not. he comes on a harsh exhalation, hinging forward to brace himself with his free hand against the floor as he shivers through a blistering orgasm, milking himself beyond the aftershocks so that every last drop of come ends up on his boyfriend's skin. īŧ
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Date: 2024-07-05 03:26 pm (UTC)īŧ cy pets at sasuke's cheek, almost lovingly, and then he bends down and kisses him — this too a violation, a deliberate act that forces sasuke's mouth open that cy might lick the taste of himself from it. the chain at sasuke's throat stays taut, disallowing him the chance to slip away and it isn't until cy's satisfied that he lets it go slack again, lets sasuke have the space to breathe.
then he levers one foot against sasuke's shoulder and shoves him hard down to the floor, standing as he does it to loom over him. coordinating the backwards splay of limbs is all on sasuke to manage, and then cy leans his weight against that point of contact, pinning him down. īŧ
You've given me a challenge. īŧ he leans one forearm against his knee, intensifying the downward pressure against sasuke's shoulder even as his other hand slips to his own cock, still wet and messy with sasuke's saliva and hot with the warmth of his mouth. cy works his hand down the shaft, squeezing over the head of his crown, deliberately working himself off. īŧ You see, I — ah... bet I can humiliate you just fine.
īŧ the foot is removed from sasuke's shoulder just long enough for him to drop down to a knee instead, half-straddling the boy's chest while using the hard press of a knee to disable his right arm, shin braced overtop sasuke's bicep. like this, the intent of his pose is made more obvious and deliberate — he's going to come on sasuke's face, though the way he works himself off is unhurried, sensual. as if he's as much enjoying the exploration of his own body as he is sasuke's place beneath him. īŧ
I'm going to break you down until you're nothing but a sheathe for my cock. Then you can tell your men how much you enjoy it while I make them watch, hm? Open your mouth, boy, let's see how good my aim is.
īŧ he doesn't genuinely intend to aim, but he knows that sasuke will appreciate the taste of him even if most of the ejaculate coats his face or gets striped up into his hair. but whether or not he complies is another thing entirely — and cy doesn't particularly care if he chooses to or not. he comes on a harsh exhalation, hinging forward to brace himself with his free hand against the floor as he shivers through a blistering orgasm, milking himself beyond the aftershocks so that every last drop of come ends up on his boyfriend's skin. īŧ