īŧ god, the way that cry of pain goes straight to his dick. cy adjusts his hips just a little, tugging sasuke closer so he can feel just how instantly at attention it made him, and then: īŧ
Shh, shh.
īŧ like someone directing an unruly child, it's said with a sort of condescending, chiding bent to the exclamation. with one final pet to his ink-dark hair, cy lets his hand drift down the boy's spine to his hips. the handle of the crop is a steady pressure against his hole, and cy deliberately spreads the cheeks of his ass so that he can force it inside with a cruel, deliberate push. the come from earlier will ease the penetration a little, but it will still hurt — all the more for the resistance in every line of his body. the braided leather will provide an interesting array of sensations, not that the warlord seems especially concerned with sasuke enjoying himself. īŧ
I'm surprised you don't know more about what I'm capable of. Here, let me show you a party trick. Take a breath — it'll be your last for a while.
īŧ he's used his powers around sasuke enough that he's familiar with the basic capacity — but he's never used it to shunt all the air out of a specific area before. he waits until he feels the expansion of sasuke's lungs against his thigh, and then he does it — extracting the molecular structure of oxygen. it's a slightly more complicated equation, but it's one he's had a lot of practice at, clearing the radius within sasuke's easy reach while leaving himself enough to breathe and talk.
he'd been careful not to simply eliminate the air itself — that would create a cavitation bubble that would slap them both in the face with explosive power, but it means that if sasuke tries to breathe it will not yield a useable lungful. now with the handle of the crop seated well inside sasuke, he lets his other hand wander back to press palm-down over his shoulderblades so he can feel when the oxygen deprivation starts to cause those small, physiological hitches to the lungs.
he takes his time fucking him with the crop, knowing that it'll make him burn with very real humiliation however safely the act is executed between them. returning to his prior topic as if he hadn't deviated at all — īŧ
But then I realized I'd have to share you, and you know what? īŧ a long, deliberate thrust of the crop carries it as deeply into sasuke's body as is physically possible. īŧ I'm just not cut out for that.
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cw: now we're into object fucking and breathplay ig
Date: 2024-07-06 06:01 pm (UTC)Shh, shh.
īŧ like someone directing an unruly child, it's said with a sort of condescending, chiding bent to the exclamation. with one final pet to his ink-dark hair, cy lets his hand drift down the boy's spine to his hips. the handle of the crop is a steady pressure against his hole, and cy deliberately spreads the cheeks of his ass so that he can force it inside with a cruel, deliberate push. the come from earlier will ease the penetration a little, but it will still hurt — all the more for the resistance in every line of his body. the braided leather will provide an interesting array of sensations, not that the warlord seems especially concerned with sasuke enjoying himself. īŧ
I'm surprised you don't know more about what I'm capable of. Here, let me show you a party trick. Take a breath — it'll be your last for a while.
īŧ he's used his powers around sasuke enough that he's familiar with the basic capacity — but he's never used it to shunt all the air out of a specific area before. he waits until he feels the expansion of sasuke's lungs against his thigh, and then he does it — extracting the molecular structure of oxygen. it's a slightly more complicated equation, but it's one he's had a lot of practice at, clearing the radius within sasuke's easy reach while leaving himself enough to breathe and talk.
he'd been careful not to simply eliminate the air itself — that would create a cavitation bubble that would slap them both in the face with explosive power, but it means that if sasuke tries to breathe it will not yield a useable lungful. now with the handle of the crop seated well inside sasuke, he lets his other hand wander back to press palm-down over his shoulderblades so he can feel when the oxygen deprivation starts to cause those small, physiological hitches to the lungs.
he takes his time fucking him with the crop, knowing that it'll make him burn with very real humiliation however safely the act is executed between them. returning to his prior topic as if he hadn't deviated at all — īŧ
But then I realized I'd have to share you, and you know what? īŧ a long, deliberate thrust of the crop carries it as deeply into sasuke's body as is physically possible. īŧ I'm just not cut out for that.