īŧ he sees that urge to turn, the twist of the boy's hips as he fights his own pleasure. cy reaches out to cage sasuke's knees with both hands, forcing him to keep his legs open, apart. a reminder that he has no latitude to remove himself from vulgar display. he belongs to cy, and there is only one will that dictates now what he may or may not do.
his hands skirt upwards, from knee to pale thighs not notably less muscular, and he thumbs at the outer labia, parting them with a stroke. sasuke's cunt is equally as pretty as his cock — rosy pink skin reddened with arousal, swollen and slick. if not for the context of the scene, he would lean down and put his mouth on the boy and suck at his tender clit until he'd wrung a dozen orgasms out of him and rendered him physically exhausted and insensible — but instead he shifts the grip of his left hand to free up his thumb, and he pushes down against sasuke's clit, knowing that the pressure will roll the nerve against the metal bar beneath the root of it. he turns it into a slow, torturous rub that marries pleasure and pain, watching sasuke's face for any signs of undue discomfort. īŧ
Just one finger? īŧ his tone is equal parts mocking and chiding. īŧ You must know you'll need to take more than that. I want you three deep on the next stroke. I don't care if it hurts.
īŧ it'll certainly be a stretch with the dildo tied against him, but he's confident sasuke can handle it. while it's not wholly similar, they've done enough work with anal training and worked him up through several sizes of dildos that the concept of being penetrated, of accepting intrusions into his body, is no longer a foreign concept. he'll just have to rewire his own perceptions to feel through a lens of altered anatomy. īŧ
And once you've come for me like this, I'm going to fuck you. īŧ he shifts his weight on the bed, and bends to kiss sasuke's knee. īŧ Every day, even if you sob or beg or fight me. Until you're carrying my child.
īŧ he eases off the torture of his clit, letting his fingers curl wetly around the chain to follow it upwards to the divergent leads to each breast. he chases one chain and cups the bruised, reddened flesh where it terminates, kneading into it, reigniting the pain of the caning. īŧ
And if you think that means I'll stop, that you'll get a moment's respite in exchange for the use of your body, you're wrong. You'll be spreading your legs for me like a whore from the earliest stirrings of pregnancy until the end. You were once a proud military commander, a fearsome warrior — now you're just an empty vessel for my use, my pleasure, my bloodline. No one else could have defeated you so thoroughly, so completely — could own you as entirely as I do now. Say that you're mine.
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Date: 2024-07-14 04:43 pm (UTC)his hands skirt upwards, from knee to pale thighs not notably less muscular, and he thumbs at the outer labia, parting them with a stroke. sasuke's cunt is equally as pretty as his cock — rosy pink skin reddened with arousal, swollen and slick. if not for the context of the scene, he would lean down and put his mouth on the boy and suck at his tender clit until he'd wrung a dozen orgasms out of him and rendered him physically exhausted and insensible — but instead he shifts the grip of his left hand to free up his thumb, and he pushes down against sasuke's clit, knowing that the pressure will roll the nerve against the metal bar beneath the root of it. he turns it into a slow, torturous rub that marries pleasure and pain, watching sasuke's face for any signs of undue discomfort. īŧ
Just one finger? īŧ his tone is equal parts mocking and chiding. īŧ You must know you'll need to take more than that. I want you three deep on the next stroke. I don't care if it hurts.
īŧ it'll certainly be a stretch with the dildo tied against him, but he's confident sasuke can handle it. while it's not wholly similar, they've done enough work with anal training and worked him up through several sizes of dildos that the concept of being penetrated, of accepting intrusions into his body, is no longer a foreign concept. he'll just have to rewire his own perceptions to feel through a lens of altered anatomy. īŧ
And once you've come for me like this, I'm going to fuck you. īŧ he shifts his weight on the bed, and bends to kiss sasuke's knee. īŧ Every day, even if you sob or beg or fight me. Until you're carrying my child.
īŧ he eases off the torture of his clit, letting his fingers curl wetly around the chain to follow it upwards to the divergent leads to each breast. he chases one chain and cups the bruised, reddened flesh where it terminates, kneading into it, reigniting the pain of the caning. īŧ
And if you think that means I'll stop, that you'll get a moment's respite in exchange for the use of your body, you're wrong. You'll be spreading your legs for me like a whore from the earliest stirrings of pregnancy until the end. You were once a proud military commander, a fearsome warrior — now you're just an empty vessel for my use, my pleasure, my bloodline. No one else could have defeated you so thoroughly, so completely — could own you as entirely as I do now. Say that you're mine.