[He is aware of all the places Cy touches him now, the ghost of every kiss lingering on his body like static electricity. The teeth are a sharper impression, like a shock, but the way Cy fondles his breast is the most excruciating of all, relief and torment mingled in the heavy soreness kneaded by one hand, skin slick with the milk produced from that pressure, so much that it feels a little obscene.
Five times. Skillfully in that way Cy knows so well, he's given a task, a challenge — a method he can use to prove the depth of his devotion.]
Y—Yes. [He doesn't try to withhold himself now, breathing hard, knowing Cy will hear and feel him struggle.] I will.
[So he does, or he tries to the best of his physical ability, clenching down hard — a squeeze that constricts pressure around Cy's dick, around Cy's knuckles, and around the plug that is most unyielding of all, buried in his ass where Cy's come still sits inside of him. He sobs with an open mouth. One. There's a release, muscles trembling, and then another clench. Two. Until there are tears in his eyes at the end of the third, eyelashes wet and stuck together.]
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Date: 2024-08-27 03:11 am (UTC)Five times. Skillfully in that way Cy knows so well, he's given a task, a challenge — a method he can use to prove the depth of his devotion.]
Y—Yes. [He doesn't try to withhold himself now, breathing hard, knowing Cy will hear and feel him struggle.] I will.
[So he does, or he tries to the best of his physical ability, clenching down hard — a squeeze that constricts pressure around Cy's dick, around Cy's knuckles, and around the plug that is most unyielding of all, buried in his ass where Cy's come still sits inside of him. He sobs with an open mouth. One. There's a release, muscles trembling, and then another clench. Two. Until there are tears in his eyes at the end of the third, eyelashes wet and stuck together.]