[The slow pace has him wallowing in pleasure, all of the discomfort from before washed out on that golden wave as Cy edges him both with his touch and his words. It allows Sasuke to participate in the conversation even as it builds frustration to a fine trickle, like grains of sand filling an hourglass — hips twitching up to chase the loose circle of fingers around the head of his cock, then going still at the gentle cradle of sore balls.]
You talk about such obscene things so easily.
[It's not a criticism, but an observation. Cy is paving a way through a difficult and conservative upbringing, where he would have once shied and fought to escape this kind of scrutiny, physically or otherwise — the intimate language of sex had repelled him due to inexperience and, at the time, disinterest. It was an impossible thing. If he would have it, it would be not be for any other reason than the pragmatism of reproduction.
And it would not be with another man.
So Cy describes that vulgar act, and it takes hold of him in a hot fist, breath quickening and cheeks warmly flushed, cock twitching against the flat of a tongue, precome leaving tacky strings where it drips down onto his belly. How his body is so responsive after all they've done — he doesn't know, but he doesn't question it. Cy makes everything possible.]
You want to see me struggle to take a bigger toy while I'm already restricted in that way? Too full and squirming? Crying? But still taking it because I want to be good for you. [His voice is a quiet murmur, trying out the language Cy has taught him.] I want to take your cock when I'm like that too. I don't care if it hurts — it's better when it hurts. And it was so intense, all I could think about was my body... how it felt, everywhere you touched me. Everywhere you didn't.
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Date: 2024-07-22 08:44 pm (UTC)You talk about such obscene things so easily.
[It's not a criticism, but an observation. Cy is paving a way through a difficult and conservative upbringing, where he would have once shied and fought to escape this kind of scrutiny, physically or otherwise — the intimate language of sex had repelled him due to inexperience and, at the time, disinterest. It was an impossible thing. If he would have it, it would be not be for any other reason than the pragmatism of reproduction.
And it would not be with another man.
So Cy describes that vulgar act, and it takes hold of him in a hot fist, breath quickening and cheeks warmly flushed, cock twitching against the flat of a tongue, precome leaving tacky strings where it drips down onto his belly. How his body is so responsive after all they've done — he doesn't know, but he doesn't question it. Cy makes everything possible.]
You want to see me struggle to take a bigger toy while I'm already restricted in that way? Too full and squirming? Crying? But still taking it because I want to be good for you. [His voice is a quiet murmur, trying out the language Cy has taught him.] I want to take your cock when I'm like that too. I don't care if it hurts — it's better when it hurts. And it was so intense, all I could think about was my body... how it felt, everywhere you touched me. Everywhere you didn't.