（ sasuke's body may as well been carved around him for how well they fit — an occupation of every negative space they have each in turn. sasuke shakes around the intrusion, from the pain, but there's no resistance in him. there's only acceptance, a welcoming of the pain of it into his body, driving him bonelessly spent, trembling hotly in cy's grasp. the desperate, keening sobs have him fighting the urge to get off immediately — imagine telling sasuke once upon a time that crying gets him off, only to have him become a fucking gold medalist at the art. this boy takes overachievement seriously.
the second, immediate orgasm is a surprise — but a welcome one. cy pulls him back down in a final punishing grip, and then leaves him connected at that deepest, most intimate point, one hand steady at the boy's wrist where he's gripping onto the collar. the other is dragged through the mess sasuke made of his abdomen, and then his fingers — glistening wetly with the boy's come — are lifted and presented before his mouth. ）
Good boy. （ is murmured, soft praise for how well sasuke took his cock, for coming twice in such quick succession, for the way he bends, obedient, to clean cy's hand. ） You are so fucking perfect. Every inch of you. Every piece, every part. Your soul was made to fit me.
（ there's a slight shift as he pulls sasuke down against his chest, cradling him in the sticky mess of sweat and come, hips angled well enough that the change permits no mercy to sasuke's ass. ）
I love the way you cry for me. The tears, the way your body shakes, the way your breath goes ragged. I bet you could get me off just doing that, being so, so good for me that way.
（ idly, as sasuke lays against him, cy slips fingers into his mouth and proceeds to sink into an almost meditative thrusting there, a stand-in for a forced blowjob he can't currently manage given the fact his cock is otherwise occupied. ）
After I come inside you, I want to put a plug in your ass to keep my seed where it belongs. Then, I want you to change to a woman so I can do it again in another hole. Don't speak. （ there's a warning stroke of his fingers against the base of sasuke's tongue, petting him there but also preventing a verbal answer. come to think of it, there's a mask they could use... hm. ） Nod yes or no.
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the second, immediate orgasm is a surprise — but a welcome one. cy pulls him back down in a final punishing grip, and then leaves him connected at that deepest, most intimate point, one hand steady at the boy's wrist where he's gripping onto the collar. the other is dragged through the mess sasuke made of his abdomen, and then his fingers — glistening wetly with the boy's come — are lifted and presented before his mouth. ）
Good boy. （ is murmured, soft praise for how well sasuke took his cock, for coming twice in such quick succession, for the way he bends, obedient, to clean cy's hand. ） You are so fucking perfect. Every inch of you. Every piece, every part. Your soul was made to fit me.
（ there's a slight shift as he pulls sasuke down against his chest, cradling him in the sticky mess of sweat and come, hips angled well enough that the change permits no mercy to sasuke's ass. ）
I love the way you cry for me. The tears, the way your body shakes, the way your breath goes ragged. I bet you could get me off just doing that, being so, so good for me that way.
（ idly, as sasuke lays against him, cy slips fingers into his mouth and proceeds to sink into an almost meditative thrusting there, a stand-in for a forced blowjob he can't currently manage given the fact his cock is otherwise occupied. ）
After I come inside you, I want to put a plug in your ass to keep my seed where it belongs. Then, I want you to change to a woman so I can do it again in another hole. Don't speak. （ there's a warning stroke of his fingers against the base of sasuke's tongue, petting him there but also preventing a verbal answer. come to think of it, there's a mask they could use... hm. ） Nod yes or no.