[Self-consciousness creeps up on him, though it never lingers too long around Cy these days — but it's there for a moment, smoldering low as Cy pays such acute attention to the space between his legs, licking away the tacky dampness of arousal responsive simply to direct stimulation. He can't help it, but gratefully his body is spent enough that the slow build toward sexual interest is more muted, staved off as Cy laps at his cunt, finger stroking gently at that soft inner channel.
Heat pools through his body, intensified as he watches Cy surface from between his legs, mouth wet and messy as he cleans off a finger. Then he's speaking; Sasuke has to focus in order to hear and understand it.]
I'll lie back. [For a reason voiced in the next moment—] I want to be able to see you.
[This, too, is less for any sexual desire than the crave for intimacy, to be close to Cy's face, to have his eyes. As the minutes go on, he's more cognizant of his own emotional state — and the fragile clinginess that surfaces as a result of every vulnerability he's displayed over the course of the scene. Normally there would be an urge to suppress it, to push down that sentiment for its weakness, but Cy has taught him better to open himself and yield to it instead. Yet there is still discomfort to contend with, because change is not easy — his throat is tight, eyes glassy, face spotted with pink from both hot steam and the swell of emotion he feels. Sasuke tries to pay attention to the immediate present, shifting his body on the bench so he's partially reclined.]
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Date: 2024-07-17 10:54 pm (UTC)Heat pools through his body, intensified as he watches Cy surface from between his legs, mouth wet and messy as he cleans off a finger. Then he's speaking; Sasuke has to focus in order to hear and understand it.]
I'll lie back. [For a reason voiced in the next moment—] I want to be able to see you.
[This, too, is less for any sexual desire than the crave for intimacy, to be close to Cy's face, to have his eyes. As the minutes go on, he's more cognizant of his own emotional state — and the fragile clinginess that surfaces as a result of every vulnerability he's displayed over the course of the scene. Normally there would be an urge to suppress it, to push down that sentiment for its weakness, but Cy has taught him better to open himself and yield to it instead. Yet there is still discomfort to contend with, because change is not easy — his throat is tight, eyes glassy, face spotted with pink from both hot steam and the swell of emotion he feels. Sasuke tries to pay attention to the immediate present, shifting his body on the bench so he's partially reclined.]
Is this enough?