（ he leans back on his hands, giving the impression of an observer rather than an active participant. sasuke does as he's bidden, and cy is — arrested, a slave to the beauty of his obedience. there have been a handful of people in his long, long life that have brought him to a sense of home, that belonging. a handful of people who have given him an opportunity to live the most enduring of his fantasies: having someone to wake up next to. but none of them, no matter how fierce that love, have filled out his negative spaces quite like sasuke.
he doesn't tire of the sight — how could he? — but eventually, he manoeuvres sasuke into something that more closely resembles the lotus position. it's one of their favourites, and oft used for the nearness and intimacy, the enforced closeness and the heat of it. sasuke's body feels like a sear pinned along the leylines of his body, hot where cy has meted out his various abuses. red marks are darkening to bruises, leaving his skin a latticework of pain both offered and accepted.
christ aloud, this kid is a work of art. and perhaps that worship shows on his face and perhaps it doesn't. he hooks his thumbs in the rope that encircles sasuke's hips, keeping him captive to the intrusion of the dildo and holds him in place as he rocks his hips upwards into him in a slow roll. time is immaterial. he doesn't have any idea if he fucks him for an hour or an instant, only that when he comes it's heralded by the lift of his arms, pulling sasuke in against him violently. ）
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he doesn't tire of the sight — how could he? — but eventually, he manoeuvres sasuke into something that more closely resembles the lotus position. it's one of their favourites, and oft used for the nearness and intimacy, the enforced closeness and the heat of it. sasuke's body feels like a sear pinned along the leylines of his body, hot where cy has meted out his various abuses. red marks are darkening to bruises, leaving his skin a latticework of pain both offered and accepted.
christ aloud, this kid is a work of art. and perhaps that worship shows on his face and perhaps it doesn't. he hooks his thumbs in the rope that encircles sasuke's hips, keeping him captive to the intrusion of the dildo and holds him in place as he rocks his hips upwards into him in a slow roll. time is immaterial. he doesn't have any idea if he fucks him for an hour or an instant, only that when he comes it's heralded by the lift of his arms, pulling sasuke in against him violently. ）