（ god, but there's a part of him that loves that little flicker of rebellion. perhaps it harkens back to the first few times they were together, the way sasuke was so primed to grit his teeth against pleasure, how often cy had to keep drawing his legs apart against a spasm of self-denial. the echo of that here is nostalgic, and it makes him instantly, impossibly hard.
cy laps at that sweet spot at the crux of his thighs, tasting the nectar of arousal heady and thick on his tongue. the slip of two fingers turns to three, hand twisting. there's a tightness to his body that speaks to resistance, to sasuke's own pleasure in simulated refusal. ）
You'll spend the next three on my cock to make up for it.
（ there's a pat to his thigh — as if that's meant to be some comforting reward, and not a threat. ）
that's a good way of putting it 🤡🤡🤡
cy laps at that sweet spot at the crux of his thighs, tasting the nectar of arousal heady and thick on his tongue. the slip of two fingers turns to three, hand twisting. there's a tightness to his body that speaks to resistance, to sasuke's own pleasure in simulated refusal. ）
You'll spend the next three on my cock to make up for it.
（ there's a pat to his thigh — as if that's meant to be some comforting reward, and not a threat. ）
Is your milk in yet? Show me.