[He feels like wet clay molded by those hands, massaged to a soft and pliable looseness at that request, that directive Let me. It is so easy to put the reins of control into this man's hands now that he does not think twice, a dreamy look in his eyes at Cy's blithe flare of humor. Cy could put a blade through his chest and he would not flinch — he would take it, and die slowly, bleeding into these hands until he was drained, and he'd drift peacefully away. It is a defenselessness he has never known in his life before. It would be terrifying if it didn't feel so good.
Instead those strong hands seize his weight from beneath his thighs, driving a brutal rhythm that leaves no room for tolerance or mercy. He feels himself slammed down onto Cy's cock with a ruthless precision that forces the air out of his chest on tattered breaths — so thoroughly that he doesn't have time to breathe back in, left in that narrow reactive space where he can't fill his lungs as fast as they're emptied. The chafe of Cy's dick dragging in the channel of his ass isn't soothed, only gets worse, a burn that builds and builds until he feels it rubbing directly against his prostate.
Make it hurt. Where his body might have once thrashed to escape this pain, he's forced to remain in the flow of it — clenching the muscles of his lower body over the man's cock, squeezing his ass hard, hearing the obscene slap of skin where they connect. And it hurts, a bright ribbon of sensation that threatens to carry his head somewhere else — tethered back only by Cy's voice.]
Yes, yes, ah — yes... [Almost like he's stuck on the word, half-choking on it.] It hurts. It hurts.
[Cy's gaze has slid off of him, and he notices it even in the fog of everything else, that tilt of focus gone away — like Cy is looking at him from a distance. It catches in his mind but doesn't negate the physical reassurance of Cy's touch across his thighs, so in the moment he lets it go, pushes it back — easy enough when he's coming in the next moment untouched. The orgasm spills out of him, striping Cy's belly in threads, yet miraculously he does not soften, cock left stiff and swollen that urgent shade of red. And Cy fucks him through it. That savage pace doesn't falter, friction burning inside of him, overstimulated by the continuous pressure against his prostate. Sasuke lets his hand reach out to hook into the d-ring of the collar, a yank that tethers him in place as he's brought down onto Cy's cock — and he experiences a second orgasm with no refractory period. It feels almost too sudden, too violent; his voice breaks on a cry that collapses into sobbing, eyes wet with tears as his chest heaves and he shakes in Cy's hold.]
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Date: 2024-07-26 05:45 am (UTC)Instead those strong hands seize his weight from beneath his thighs, driving a brutal rhythm that leaves no room for tolerance or mercy. He feels himself slammed down onto Cy's cock with a ruthless precision that forces the air out of his chest on tattered breaths — so thoroughly that he doesn't have time to breathe back in, left in that narrow reactive space where he can't fill his lungs as fast as they're emptied. The chafe of Cy's dick dragging in the channel of his ass isn't soothed, only gets worse, a burn that builds and builds until he feels it rubbing directly against his prostate.
Make it hurt. Where his body might have once thrashed to escape this pain, he's forced to remain in the flow of it — clenching the muscles of his lower body over the man's cock, squeezing his ass hard, hearing the obscene slap of skin where they connect. And it hurts, a bright ribbon of sensation that threatens to carry his head somewhere else — tethered back only by Cy's voice.]
Yes, yes, ah — yes... [Almost like he's stuck on the word, half-choking on it.] It hurts. It hurts.
[Cy's gaze has slid off of him, and he notices it even in the fog of everything else, that tilt of focus gone away — like Cy is looking at him from a distance. It catches in his mind but doesn't negate the physical reassurance of Cy's touch across his thighs, so in the moment he lets it go, pushes it back — easy enough when he's coming in the next moment untouched. The orgasm spills out of him, striping Cy's belly in threads, yet miraculously he does not soften, cock left stiff and swollen that urgent shade of red. And Cy fucks him through it. That savage pace doesn't falter, friction burning inside of him, overstimulated by the continuous pressure against his prostate. Sasuke lets his hand reach out to hook into the d-ring of the collar, a yank that tethers him in place as he's brought down onto Cy's cock — and he experiences a second orgasm with no refractory period. It feels almost too sudden, too violent; his voice breaks on a cry that collapses into sobbing, eyes wet with tears as his chest heaves and he shakes in Cy's hold.]