[There is no escaping that forced exposure. Sasuke does not fight it, even when the unprotected display of his body in this state — pierced and strung with obscene jewelry, soft with curves, breasts red and inflamed from the attention of the cane — is so vulgar and filthy that he might have once violently tried to conceal himself from view. Not with Cy now, and not within the context of this scene, bargain made under the agreement that he would be subservient to this man's every merciless whim.
Yet he's not prepared for the intensity of that attention paid to his clit, nerves screaming with the fire of pleasure-pain like the afterfall of a lightning strike. It's easier to access his cunt with the aid of Cy's fingers keeping him spread, dark curls damp and shining with his own thick arousal, folds so swollen and slippery it would be more challenging one-handed. Yet for a moment he can do — nothing, hooked on the trembling fervor of that sensation, clit rubbed against the metal of the piercing where it is most tender. His thighs shake and his back curves, sobbing on the breath in his throat. He feels he could come from this alone — but it isn't what Cy demands of him.
Tentatively, Sasuke pairs index and ring finger alongside middle when he pushes inside of himself again, the additional stretch throbbing through him in a way that makes him less careful with his words, less defiant, leaning more into the submissive performance for Cy's eyes alone.]
It hurts. [With the dildo still plugged inside of him, it feels like there's so little room for his fingers.] It's too much.
[Cy's dark words roll through him, a squirming restlessness that fights superficially against the way he's touched, sore breasts cupped and fondled.]
I, I'm... [his mind is empty, a slush of thoughts never formed to anything substantive, somewhere right on the cusp of that next blistering orgasm.] I'm — yours. I'll be yours. Only you. [And then his body takes over for everything else, spasming through the rush of that heightened pleasure — feeling release pour through him, clenching down hard on his own fingers, on the unyielding toy, crying out as fresh tears leak from the corners of eyes. At first he seems to fight it, turning his face against the bed and trying to drag himself up the sheets away from it, but the tide is so powerful that he can't. He's helpless to ride it out.]
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Date: 2024-07-14 05:38 pm (UTC)Yet he's not prepared for the intensity of that attention paid to his clit, nerves screaming with the fire of pleasure-pain like the afterfall of a lightning strike. It's easier to access his cunt with the aid of Cy's fingers keeping him spread, dark curls damp and shining with his own thick arousal, folds so swollen and slippery it would be more challenging one-handed. Yet for a moment he can do — nothing, hooked on the trembling fervor of that sensation, clit rubbed against the metal of the piercing where it is most tender. His thighs shake and his back curves, sobbing on the breath in his throat. He feels he could come from this alone — but it isn't what Cy demands of him.
Tentatively, Sasuke pairs index and ring finger alongside middle when he pushes inside of himself again, the additional stretch throbbing through him in a way that makes him less careful with his words, less defiant, leaning more into the submissive performance for Cy's eyes alone.]
It hurts. [With the dildo still plugged inside of him, it feels like there's so little room for his fingers.] It's too much.
[Cy's dark words roll through him, a squirming restlessness that fights superficially against the way he's touched, sore breasts cupped and fondled.]
I, I'm... [his mind is empty, a slush of thoughts never formed to anything substantive, somewhere right on the cusp of that next blistering orgasm.] I'm — yours. I'll be yours. Only you. [And then his body takes over for everything else, spasming through the rush of that heightened pleasure — feeling release pour through him, clenching down hard on his own fingers, on the unyielding toy, crying out as fresh tears leak from the corners of eyes. At first he seems to fight it, turning his face against the bed and trying to drag himself up the sheets away from it, but the tide is so powerful that he can't. He's helpless to ride it out.]