[Attuned to every word out of Cy's mouth, every soft murmur, every instruction — his whole body shudders through that reciprocation of lust. His head is already bobbing in an urgent nod. Yes. It would have terrified him once to want this much, but he has grown past that with great effort, each step intended to move in the only direction that ensures he remains at this man's side forever. With Cy, he's safe.
Sasuke thought his nipples were sensitive before, but now they're a vivid distraction, red and sore and tingling in the cool air when Cy withdraws, hard as pebbles. He suspects he could come from the sensation of Cy's mouth sucking at them alone. Another squirm punctuates his attention to the change, obedient as he lifts his hips up — uttering a soft sound of discomfort where his hole has chafed from the earlier lack of lube and rough use — but not hesitating to push him down onto the round, dull edge of the plug when it is pressed in.
As directed, he lifts his gaze to Cy's face so the man will see the strain on it, the furrow of his brow and slightly parted mouth, flushed cheeks.]
I'll be good for you. I can take it. [The size is a stretch, and he can feel that burn at the first push. At the lack of attention to his tits, he pushes forward against the front of Cy's chest like a needy cat seeking touch.] But I want your cock inside of me again soon, Cy. I feel... empty without it.
[He is officially a dick-crazed slut at this juncture.]
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Sasuke thought his nipples were sensitive before, but now they're a vivid distraction, red and sore and tingling in the cool air when Cy withdraws, hard as pebbles. He suspects he could come from the sensation of Cy's mouth sucking at them alone. Another squirm punctuates his attention to the change, obedient as he lifts his hips up — uttering a soft sound of discomfort where his hole has chafed from the earlier lack of lube and rough use — but not hesitating to push him down onto the round, dull edge of the plug when it is pressed in.
As directed, he lifts his gaze to Cy's face so the man will see the strain on it, the furrow of his brow and slightly parted mouth, flushed cheeks.]
I'll be good for you. I can take it. [The size is a stretch, and he can feel that burn at the first push. At the lack of attention to his tits, he pushes forward against the front of Cy's chest like a needy cat seeking touch.] But I want your cock inside of me again soon, Cy. I feel... empty without it.
[He is officially a dick-crazed slut at this juncture.]