（ that gets a laugh out of him, something that's distinctly cleaved to cruelty, a soft husk of sound, and then cy tucks sasuke in closer to him so he can feel the fact that he's half-hard again even with the relatively spare downtime, using it surreptitiously as an opportunity to ensure the bell is still tucked in against sasuke's palm as he hooks his right leg over sasuke's knees to pin him down.
his right hand holds the crop, and his left has the leash wound around it — its restriction won't matter much in this position, so perhaps that's why he puts his hand against the back of sasuke's collar, long fingers closing in a powerful grip right above where the band of it terminates. ）
I'm gonna make you eat those words.
（ the statement is made all the more sinister for the fact he sounds playfully promising rather than threatening. the crop is trailed against sasuke's thigh, and without any more warning than a slight tightening of his left hand he brings it down in a crack across sasuke's ass. it leaves an immediate livid mark with the force, and cy's attentive to the intrinsic language of sasuke's body, folding his thumb over the crop so he can rub the spot with his palm. he does it too roughly to be at all soothing, more like he's jostling the new injury on purpose, fingers pressing in over the bruise to deepen its burn. ）
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his right hand holds the crop, and his left has the leash wound around it — its restriction won't matter much in this position, so perhaps that's why he puts his hand against the back of sasuke's collar, long fingers closing in a powerful grip right above where the band of it terminates. ）
I'm gonna make you eat those words.
（ the statement is made all the more sinister for the fact he sounds playfully promising rather than threatening. the crop is trailed against sasuke's thigh, and without any more warning than a slight tightening of his left hand he brings it down in a crack across sasuke's ass. it leaves an immediate livid mark with the force, and cy's attentive to the intrinsic language of sasuke's body, folding his thumb over the crop so he can rub the spot with his palm. he does it too roughly to be at all soothing, more like he's jostling the new injury on purpose, fingers pressing in over the bruise to deepen its burn. ）
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