（ there's a breathy laugh at that plea, huffed out as sasuke seats himself on the plug — the reward for his frankly fucking flawless behaviour is that cy slides his hand away from its base and drags them against the slick folds of his cunt, circling the clit with insistent attention and a warm glut of praise murmured against his sternum between kittenish licks at his nipples as sasuke leans forward.
with a groan — ）
Gimme a minute, I can't magically clean anal cooties off my dick.
（ well, he could, but sasuke probably wouldn't like the method involved, so — mindful of that, he swaps hands at the boy's cunt and starts rummaging around messily in the box of cleaning supplies until he comes up with the wet wipes.
dear reader: turns out it's hard to focus on multiple streams of intense physical sensation all at the same time, even when you've got a divine pedigree and thousands of years of lived experience to back it all up. he's got one hand pinned beneath sasuke, fingers petting upwards into the warm channel of his presently-female anatomy — the other occupied trying to clean his cock, but the real distraction is the fact that he really just wants to slip said cock between sasuke's tits and let the leak of milk ease the friction.
but — sasuke asked so sweetly, and he's never been very good at turning him down, so once he's gotten his dick about as clean as it's gonna get, cy flexes his fingers inside the boy to manoeuvre him closer, fingers hooked more to the front of his body.
he could pull them out, but sasuke's such a fucking size queen and wet enough besides that he thinks he can stand a bit of additional girth, so he just steadies his newly-clean cock with his newly-clean hand, nudges the head of it up against his knuckles where they're buried in sasuke's body, and then in alongside them in a slow, torturous push. he can feel where the plug narrows the canal where it's pushed hard into his body, but he knows he can get past it — that sasuke's body will relax into the sensation and take him without instruction. he's so fucking eager to please, it's a foregone conclusion now that he'd take anything cy gave him or die trying. ）
You're so perfect, t'che verai.
（ the statement is punctuated by another lap at one nipple, the closing of his mouth over it and a loud, messy suck in the still air that paints his tongue in that sweet nectar. it's held there like ambrosia after he peels back, seeking sasuke's lips to kiss him, to force him to taste himself. ）
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with a groan — ）
Gimme a minute, I can't magically clean anal cooties off my dick.
（ well, he could, but sasuke probably wouldn't like the method involved, so — mindful of that, he swaps hands at the boy's cunt and starts rummaging around messily in the box of cleaning supplies until he comes up with the wet wipes.
dear reader: turns out it's hard to focus on multiple streams of intense physical sensation all at the same time, even when you've got a divine pedigree and thousands of years of lived experience to back it all up. he's got one hand pinned beneath sasuke, fingers petting upwards into the warm channel of his presently-female anatomy — the other occupied trying to clean his cock, but the real distraction is the fact that he really just wants to slip said cock between sasuke's tits and let the leak of milk ease the friction.
but — sasuke asked so sweetly, and he's never been very good at turning him down, so once he's gotten his dick about as clean as it's gonna get, cy flexes his fingers inside the boy to manoeuvre him closer, fingers hooked more to the front of his body.
he could pull them out, but sasuke's such a fucking size queen and wet enough besides that he thinks he can stand a bit of additional girth, so he just steadies his newly-clean cock with his newly-clean hand, nudges the head of it up against his knuckles where they're buried in sasuke's body, and then in alongside them in a slow, torturous push. he can feel where the plug narrows the canal where it's pushed hard into his body, but he knows he can get past it — that sasuke's body will relax into the sensation and take him without instruction. he's so fucking eager to please, it's a foregone conclusion now that he'd take anything cy gave him or die trying. ）
You're so perfect, t'che verai.
（ the statement is punctuated by another lap at one nipple, the closing of his mouth over it and a loud, messy suck in the still air that paints his tongue in that sweet nectar. it's held there like ambrosia after he peels back, seeking sasuke's lips to kiss him, to force him to taste himself. ）