[Mismatched eyes dart over, studying the diamond on the center of his palm where Cy has touched it — and he didn't miss the droplet of moisture wicked away by Cy's thumb, an inconspicuous motion drawing little attention, mindful of his potential discomfort. Even in this, Cy is so careful with him that it coaxes the burn of humiliation down to a low smolder.
Sasuke answers the kiss, lips warmly pliant against Cy's own, and on the withdrawal he listens, nose tingling where Cy sets that quick peck after. He glances down at the swell of his own breasts, still firm and heavy — making him aware of them in a new way, more prominent than just the simple softness of curves and female features — not to mention the ache that hasn't abated. He wants to squeeze them to seek relief, but he wonders if more of it will come out, and whether that would be... strange.]
I thought that only happened when the woman was pregnant.
[His voice lowers, like he's saying something illicit. Between them, well — it's certainly an oft-visited subject.]
no subject
Sasuke answers the kiss, lips warmly pliant against Cy's own, and on the withdrawal he listens, nose tingling where Cy sets that quick peck after. He glances down at the swell of his own breasts, still firm and heavy — making him aware of them in a new way, more prominent than just the simple softness of curves and female features — not to mention the ache that hasn't abated. He wants to squeeze them to seek relief, but he wonders if more of it will come out, and whether that would be... strange.]
I thought that only happened when the woman was pregnant.
[His voice lowers, like he's saying something illicit. Between them, well — it's certainly an oft-visited subject.]
You said you... liked it?