[The approval bears such sincerity that for a moment Sasuke can't get past it, swept into the arms of that spoken sentiment, the wholehearted praise Cy gives almost too much when he possess no more defense against it. He wants to believe he could have such a influence on someone else — he is afraid of that, but the feeling is brief, bolstered by the effort of these many conversations they're shared where emotion is not something to run away from but instead a thing meant to be seen and acknowledged.
Cy won't humiliate him if he tries to speak. He knows that by now, but there's pause even after he's accepted that finger into his mouth and let it slip back out, wet with spit, tasting salt and the clean soap of their shower upon Cy's skin. Soon it will be inside of him, a thought that is exciting enough to excuse the flutter of nerves in his stomach — as if faced with a new challenge, even if he's taken Cy's fingers countless times before.]
Okay. [The rim of his hole yields to that first push — and it is far from the most difficult stretch demanded of his body tonight, but the muscle is sore and saliva is no natural lubricant, that first drag enough to stagger the next breath past his lips.] I've imagined...
[His chest expands on an inhale, head rolling back to turn eyes up and focus amid the desire that cinches tighter within him.]
I'm imagining what it would be like to do what you said. To have the humbler between my legs denying any movement. A sharp, throbbing kind of pain I can't ignore. It fills my whole head. And then you'd make me sit on a dildo that I can barely stand to take. It's too big...
[The awareness of Cy's mouth on his cock causes him to falter, briefly.]
But I'd do it. You would tie my arm back so I have to use my legs, and it's harder. My thighs would burn just to keep that position so I can fuck myself down onto it, like you'll tell me to. And... [A little gasp, caught on the river of his own fantasizing.] That gag you used before, the one that kept my mouth open. You'd have that on me. So I'll take your cock, too, until I can't breathe. I'd have to endure it from both ends. I think that would be — overwhelming.
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Date: 2024-07-23 02:10 am (UTC)Cy won't humiliate him if he tries to speak. He knows that by now, but there's pause even after he's accepted that finger into his mouth and let it slip back out, wet with spit, tasting salt and the clean soap of their shower upon Cy's skin. Soon it will be inside of him, a thought that is exciting enough to excuse the flutter of nerves in his stomach — as if faced with a new challenge, even if he's taken Cy's fingers countless times before.]
Okay. [The rim of his hole yields to that first push — and it is far from the most difficult stretch demanded of his body tonight, but the muscle is sore and saliva is no natural lubricant, that first drag enough to stagger the next breath past his lips.] I've imagined...
[His chest expands on an inhale, head rolling back to turn eyes up and focus amid the desire that cinches tighter within him.]
I'm imagining what it would be like to do what you said. To have the humbler between my legs denying any movement. A sharp, throbbing kind of pain I can't ignore. It fills my whole head. And then you'd make me sit on a dildo that I can barely stand to take. It's too big...
[The awareness of Cy's mouth on his cock causes him to falter, briefly.]
But I'd do it. You would tie my arm back so I have to use my legs, and it's harder. My thighs would burn just to keep that position so I can fuck myself down onto it, like you'll tell me to. And... [A little gasp, caught on the river of his own fantasizing.] That gag you used before, the one that kept my mouth open. You'd have that on me. So I'll take your cock, too, until I can't breathe. I'd have to endure it from both ends. I think that would be — overwhelming.