（ every time sasuke expresses himself so plainly, his wants and desires and choices — it's a testament to the work he's done, and how intently he's set his shoulder to the wheel. he's come so far, and cy is achingly, eternally proud of that growth that it feels dizzying, like the ground might collapse beneath their feet and leave them falling forever.
one hand slips to sasuke's back, pulling him in tight so that there's no escape from that relief, tongue laving at his breast where milk has dripped down, chasing the path of it back to his reddened nipple. ）
Fuck. （ articulate of him, actually, murmured as he rubs his cheek, catlike, against sasuke's breast. ） I want to plug up your ass and fuck your cunt. （ but that?? involves?? stopping what he's doing?? even briefly, he's loathe to entertain it. two wolves, etc etc.
it takes him longer than usual to do the math to pull sasuke's box of sex toys and cleaning supplies closer — and even then, his calculations are slightly off, just enough that he has to stretch to pull it nearer. he rummages for a plug, one of the ones that was almost cruelly thick at first but that sasuke's had plenty of practice with by now, and takes it out. it does get a generous amount of lube, done with one hand and mostly without looking — he's too fixated on what he's doing in the general vicinity of sasuke's tits to really pay much visual mind to anything else. luckily: multitasking is an old bedfellow, and he doesn't mind the challenge of it all. once it's ready, he pulls back from one breast, letting his teeth catch and drag on the nipple, swallowing before he says: ）
I want you to take this in one go, okay sweetheart? Be a good boy for me.
（ his voice is wrecked — low and roughened with lust as he urges sasuke up and off his cock with a light touch to his thigh. the tapered head of the plug is offered next, cy shifting his weight just a little on the mattress so that he can brace the base against his thigh to provide support for sasuke sinking down on it. ）
Go on, all the way. It's gonna hurt — eyes on me as you take it.
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one hand slips to sasuke's back, pulling him in tight so that there's no escape from that relief, tongue laving at his breast where milk has dripped down, chasing the path of it back to his reddened nipple. ）
Fuck. （ articulate of him, actually, murmured as he rubs his cheek, catlike, against sasuke's breast. ） I want to plug up your ass and fuck your cunt. （ but that?? involves?? stopping what he's doing?? even briefly, he's loathe to entertain it. two wolves, etc etc.
it takes him longer than usual to do the math to pull sasuke's box of sex toys and cleaning supplies closer — and even then, his calculations are slightly off, just enough that he has to stretch to pull it nearer. he rummages for a plug, one of the ones that was almost cruelly thick at first but that sasuke's had plenty of practice with by now, and takes it out. it does get a generous amount of lube, done with one hand and mostly without looking — he's too fixated on what he's doing in the general vicinity of sasuke's tits to really pay much visual mind to anything else. luckily: multitasking is an old bedfellow, and he doesn't mind the challenge of it all. once it's ready, he pulls back from one breast, letting his teeth catch and drag on the nipple, swallowing before he says: ）
I want you to take this in one go, okay sweetheart? Be a good boy for me.
（ his voice is wrecked — low and roughened with lust as he urges sasuke up and off his cock with a light touch to his thigh. the tapered head of the plug is offered next, cy shifting his weight just a little on the mattress so that he can brace the base against his thigh to provide support for sasuke sinking down on it. ）
Go on, all the way. It's gonna hurt — eyes on me as you take it.