[He witnesses that shift between who Cy is and the role he's playing now — a seamless transition, done with the practiced discipline of someone who has lived too long, moving between worlds, learning new cultures and new languages and people. It paves a way for himself to do the same, even if his own attempt is a little rougher, a little more awkward. The tears can be excused as a response to pain when he's first pushed into, Cy's cock filling him in that perfect, ruthless slide disallowing him even the space to breathe between the crush of their bodies. Sasuke's inexperience at this roleplay, when they were removed briefly from the scene, means that at first he elicits a moan of pure and gratified pleasure — only to catch it and grind his teeth over the sound, letting it collapse into a whine that strangles in his throat.
Yet it's so much more than he expects to feel, that dual penetration of both Cy's cock and the toy buried deep in his ass, held in place by the coin knot fixed around his hips. He fights it, because this is meant to be an unwilling act, but he does it with the awareness that the battle is lost — that this is a step over a line that cannot be undone. Heels dig into the bed and he thrashes in a poor attempt to kick the man off of him, weakened after suffering two orgasms and the fatigue of continued ruthlessness.
Sasuke's mouth is pliant in the kiss, neither returning nor resisting the intimate seal of lips. And he does recognize what Cy says to him, that shadow of a fantasy he desperately wants as a whole and realized future, blurred at the edges now by the context of this scene. Cy will find his cunt no less wet for the hard push of penetration, even as he can't seem to relax around the man's cock, those hot interior walls maintaining a tight, involuntary clench between competing sensations in two holes.]
Not — forever. [A tiny spark of defiance, even as he moans again at the caress of that hand low on his belly.] You'll... tire of me one day. [As if trying to convince himself, and noticeably not a remark of his own wants.] Until then, I'll — bear with this. You'll never have the satisfaction of... breaking me.
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Date: 2024-07-15 02:36 am (UTC)Yet it's so much more than he expects to feel, that dual penetration of both Cy's cock and the toy buried deep in his ass, held in place by the coin knot fixed around his hips. He fights it, because this is meant to be an unwilling act, but he does it with the awareness that the battle is lost — that this is a step over a line that cannot be undone. Heels dig into the bed and he thrashes in a poor attempt to kick the man off of him, weakened after suffering two orgasms and the fatigue of continued ruthlessness.
Sasuke's mouth is pliant in the kiss, neither returning nor resisting the intimate seal of lips. And he does recognize what Cy says to him, that shadow of a fantasy he desperately wants as a whole and realized future, blurred at the edges now by the context of this scene. Cy will find his cunt no less wet for the hard push of penetration, even as he can't seem to relax around the man's cock, those hot interior walls maintaining a tight, involuntary clench between competing sensations in two holes.]
Not — forever. [A tiny spark of defiance, even as he moans again at the caress of that hand low on his belly.] You'll... tire of me one day. [As if trying to convince himself, and noticeably not a remark of his own wants.] Until then, I'll — bear with this. You'll never have the satisfaction of... breaking me.