[There was no argument to be made, because Sasuke was never going to deny it — yet hearing those words only enhances the significance, igniting a simmer of heat in his belly for the expression of sentiment. Cy's stubble is a gentle rasp against his hip, breath gusting in the crook of a thigh where it meets the neat, sparse curls of dark pubic hair around his softened cock.
A teenage libido betrays him, however, because there's a twitch of interest as flesh begins to flush with blood and slowly stiffen. Arousal evoked simply by the way Cy describes his own pleasure to him.]
I can. [This, quietly murmured. He doubts there is a universe where he would ever refuse to do what Cy asks of him, and this is no different.] It just might... take longer, if that's okay.
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A teenage libido betrays him, however, because there's a twitch of interest as flesh begins to flush with blood and slowly stiffen. Arousal evoked simply by the way Cy describes his own pleasure to him.]
I can. [This, quietly murmured. He doubts there is a universe where he would ever refuse to do what Cy asks of him, and this is no different.] It just might... take longer, if that's okay.