𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐋𝐄𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐎𝐈𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐄𝐃 𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐌𝐄

（ there's a soft, amused laugh as cy lets sasuke's hand go so he can straighten up — knees splayed to either side of the boy's hips. it's a simple thing to grab sasuke and haul him closer, forcing his pelvis into an accessible angle to spear him directly on his cock. this slight elevation leaves his shoulders pressed into the mattress, breasts a heavy spill towards his collarbones that tightens the chain in a livewire of silver and red. cy fucks into him languidly, though not deeply enough to satisfy, enjoying the vivid pressure and impossible heat of him — but he doesn't want to come like this. it's easy, and not nearly as satisfying as other possibilities he could entertain.

he hooks two fingers in the d-ring of the collar at sasuke's throat and uses it to bodily pull him upwards until he's sitting in the furrow between cy's spread thighs, dragged back onto his cock without reprieve. now, his own weight works against him — if he tries to resist or fight, cy will put his hands on sasuke's hips and force him down. their bodies are nested close, wetly sealed — of a similar enough height like this that he can lean in and claim another kiss. ）

Breaking you isn't what would satisfy me. Most people break across a long enough timeline.

（ he tugs at the chain where it hangs against the boy's sternum until it pulls at his nipples. then: ）

Ride me until I come inside you. You're strong enough for that, right?