[The praise soothes that itch in him, sore and needy for attention and approval from this man alone. He suspects there is no one left alive that he would feel this craving for acknowledgement from. And Cy satisfies it, a vocalization of pleasure that brightens every point of hurt until the ache is perfect, until it is exactly what he needs.
No hesitation surfaces when those fingers lift to his mouth. Sasuke's lips part, taking in the intrusion now with a practiced tongue, tasting himself as he's made to clean his own mess from Cy's hand, throat working to swallow the excess saliva that pools in his mouth. He can feel how deeply Cy's cock sits inside of him, the way his own body cradles the heavy heat of it in a tight, throbbing clench — eyes rapt on the man's face, cheeks flushed, expression adoring. Cy could do anything to him now and he would thank him for it.
Yet there is the promise of feeling Cy fill him up close at hand. A physical shiver passes through Sasuke, tempered by the fact he cannot speak, can only allow his voice to reverberate messily around the fingers that push into his mouth, toying with his tongue. The penetration from both ends is enough to make him squirm with need even in the fresh wake of his own release. He tries to rock his ass down into Cy's lap, but at this angle he doesn't have much momentum, rhythm and pace too beholden to Cy's control.
A glassy look settles into his eyes at the command, and his affirmative nod is barely a thought. It is careful so as not to dislodge the man's fingers where they sit on his tongue, testing the tight flex of a gag reflex at the back of his throat — but Sasuke almost cannot help it. Desire runs a hot river through him, wanting to feel Cy's come inside of him. He wants it everywhere, in his body and on his skin, until his world is nothing else. Until he is under Cy's complete dominion.]
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Date: 2024-08-07 05:45 pm (UTC)No hesitation surfaces when those fingers lift to his mouth. Sasuke's lips part, taking in the intrusion now with a practiced tongue, tasting himself as he's made to clean his own mess from Cy's hand, throat working to swallow the excess saliva that pools in his mouth. He can feel how deeply Cy's cock sits inside of him, the way his own body cradles the heavy heat of it in a tight, throbbing clench — eyes rapt on the man's face, cheeks flushed, expression adoring. Cy could do anything to him now and he would thank him for it.
Yet there is the promise of feeling Cy fill him up close at hand. A physical shiver passes through Sasuke, tempered by the fact he cannot speak, can only allow his voice to reverberate messily around the fingers that push into his mouth, toying with his tongue. The penetration from both ends is enough to make him squirm with need even in the fresh wake of his own release. He tries to rock his ass down into Cy's lap, but at this angle he doesn't have much momentum, rhythm and pace too beholden to Cy's control.
A glassy look settles into his eyes at the command, and his affirmative nod is barely a thought. It is careful so as not to dislodge the man's fingers where they sit on his tongue, testing the tight flex of a gag reflex at the back of his throat — but Sasuke almost cannot help it. Desire runs a hot river through him, wanting to feel Cy's come inside of him. He wants it everywhere, in his body and on his skin, until his world is nothing else. Until he is under Cy's complete dominion.]