There you go. Good girl. Obedience is always such a good look on you.
（ he pats his hand just above the sparse, dark curls that frame his pretty cunt, and then he stands up. the rest of sasuke's body is given a perfunctory inspection the way one might check a horse for soundness — dispassionate, detached. caring more for function than form. but there is a moment of affection, perhaps, when he takes sasuke's wrist in his hand and lifts it, pressing a fleeting kiss against his palm.
when he's satisfied, he takes the opportunity to drop his hand against the neglected breast, fingers tightening until it too produces a messy leak of milk. there's a thoughtful hm, and then: ）
Go take a bath. Clean yourself, take the plug out. Your present should be ready when you return. Don't expect to sleep tonight — but you have my word I won't do anything that might harm our child.
（ and then, just — briefly outside the scene, he taps his other hand against his temple, clear sign to sasuke that he can take the image of the machine from his mind. he's envisioning the machine in two parts: the stockade, made from a metal scaffolding that forces someone bent at the waist and restrained, their hands cuffed, a fixed collar around their throat. there are small comforts offered: a padded bar beneath the breasts and again at the pelvis to support his pregnant belly, and at least the ergonomics of the forced position is only uncomfortable and not cruelly torturous.
the machine is an intricate design, predicated on a flywheel design — one dildo meant to, when activated, thrust forward into a bodily orifice. but the other is a little different, a hydraulic compressor that can be hooked into a second dildo for a second hole. sasuke should be able to deduce that one is intended for thrusting, but there's a brief moment of imagining that cy knows he can take directly from his mind: it's intended to be used with a compatible device that can contract and expand based on the pressure differential.
both can be adjusted to accommodate a participant standing or kneeling — he suspects sasuke will prefer to stand simply because it will be the more uncomfortable of the two options. ）
no subject
（ he pats his hand just above the sparse, dark curls that frame his pretty cunt, and then he stands up. the rest of sasuke's body is given a perfunctory inspection the way one might check a horse for soundness — dispassionate, detached. caring more for function than form. but there is a moment of affection, perhaps, when he takes sasuke's wrist in his hand and lifts it, pressing a fleeting kiss against his palm.
when he's satisfied, he takes the opportunity to drop his hand against the neglected breast, fingers tightening until it too produces a messy leak of milk. there's a thoughtful hm, and then: ）
Go take a bath. Clean yourself, take the plug out. Your present should be ready when you return. Don't expect to sleep tonight — but you have my word I won't do anything that might harm our child.
（ and then, just — briefly outside the scene, he taps his other hand against his temple, clear sign to sasuke that he can take the image of the machine from his mind. he's envisioning the machine in two parts: the stockade, made from a metal scaffolding that forces someone bent at the waist and restrained, their hands cuffed, a fixed collar around their throat. there are small comforts offered: a padded bar beneath the breasts and again at the pelvis to support his pregnant belly, and at least the ergonomics of the forced position is only uncomfortable and not cruelly torturous.
the machine is an intricate design, predicated on a flywheel design — one dildo meant to, when activated, thrust forward into a bodily orifice. but the other is a little different, a hydraulic compressor that can be hooked into a second dildo for a second hole. sasuke should be able to deduce that one is intended for thrusting, but there's a brief moment of imagining that cy knows he can take directly from his mind: it's intended to be used with a compatible device that can contract and expand based on the pressure differential.
both can be adjusted to accommodate a participant standing or kneeling — he suspects sasuke will prefer to stand simply because it will be the more uncomfortable of the two options. ）