（ there's a suck of his teeth at that little show of resistance, the way sasuke fights the intrusion. as much as he craves this boy's perfect, absolute submission — that prideful defiance, demonstrated in the safety and shelter of the scene, is fucking obscene. ）
Oh, good girl — you know I love it when you fight me. （ the working length of the dildo — less than what he'd threatened — is pushed back in with one hand looping beneath sasuke's pelvis to force him still and steady to take it, until it's fully seated in him. cy strokes his hand against the boy's mons pubis, the jut of his swollen belly soothingly, as if he's trying to settle him into the relaxation and acceptance of the toy. ） You're so beautiful when you struggle, and I love that sharp tongue of yours. The only weapon I've left you with, hm?
（ a gentle little pat to his flank as he straightens up, hooking the dildo up properly to the machine. ）
When I turn it on, you'll feel it thicken inside you. The water's warmed to your body temperature, and it'll be pumped in beneath the silicone sheath of the dildo, slowly filling out until I'm satisfied, but it's going to be hard on your body because it'll be such a weight. It won't hurt, but you'll be desperately uncomfortable. You'll be glad for the restraints then, holding you up.
（ idly, he pushes two fingers into the boy's cunt, coming away messy and slick with arousal — as he circles sasuke deliberately, he undoes his pants and takes his cock in hand, smearing that honeysweet slick against the head of it, which hardly needs the help — precome has already beaded at the head of the glans. he pushes his dick in against the boy's mouth, sliding a thumb between his lips to prise them apart. his goal is a simple one: he wants sasuke to clean the taste of himself up with only his mouth. just a brief torment, before he finishes his work. ）
Next time I leave, I'll see to it you're seated on a cock eight hours a day. And if anyone gets any brave ideas to avail themselves of your other holes... mm. （ he pushes his hips forward, seating himself down sasuke's throat in a cruel push, petting his cheek, stroking the line of his throat until the collar inhibits it. ） I'll have them killed, for touching what's mine.
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Oh, good girl — you know I love it when you fight me. （ the working length of the dildo — less than what he'd threatened — is pushed back in with one hand looping beneath sasuke's pelvis to force him still and steady to take it, until it's fully seated in him. cy strokes his hand against the boy's mons pubis, the jut of his swollen belly soothingly, as if he's trying to settle him into the relaxation and acceptance of the toy. ） You're so beautiful when you struggle, and I love that sharp tongue of yours. The only weapon I've left you with, hm?
（ a gentle little pat to his flank as he straightens up, hooking the dildo up properly to the machine. ）
When I turn it on, you'll feel it thicken inside you. The water's warmed to your body temperature, and it'll be pumped in beneath the silicone sheath of the dildo, slowly filling out until I'm satisfied, but it's going to be hard on your body because it'll be such a weight. It won't hurt, but you'll be desperately uncomfortable. You'll be glad for the restraints then, holding you up.
（ idly, he pushes two fingers into the boy's cunt, coming away messy and slick with arousal — as he circles sasuke deliberately, he undoes his pants and takes his cock in hand, smearing that honeysweet slick against the head of it, which hardly needs the help — precome has already beaded at the head of the glans. he pushes his dick in against the boy's mouth, sliding a thumb between his lips to prise them apart. his goal is a simple one: he wants sasuke to clean the taste of himself up with only his mouth. just a brief torment, before he finishes his work. ）
Next time I leave, I'll see to it you're seated on a cock eight hours a day. And if anyone gets any brave ideas to avail themselves of your other holes... mm. （ he pushes his hips forward, seating himself down sasuke's throat in a cruel push, petting his cheek, stroking the line of his throat until the collar inhibits it. ） I'll have them killed, for touching what's mine.