[The lightheaded haze of orgasm has not faded by the time Cy circles around to his head, wet fingers prying into his mouth. A tongue obediently cleans them off once more, because he knows what will happen if he refuses, and then — a pair of mismatched eyes catch sight of the spider gag. Having worn it once before, Sasuke knows what to expect when it is fitted into his mouth, yet his heart kicks a little faster still, calling back to mind Cy's threat of other holes. He feels the metal dig into soft gums behind his teeth, jaw forced into that perfect 'o' as the straps dent his cheeks where it buckles around his head.
And then he sees the dildo. This time he lets the fear flash across his face, unprepared by the abrupt shove of hollow silicone into his throat, protest formed in the guttural sound that leaves him — pulling his head against its restraints even knowing he won't escape the man's brutal, precise actions. It slides in anyway; he feels it hit that tight space at the back of his throat, choking on it until that rhythm allows brief sucks of air and his mouth is pooling with drool.
Stay calm. The look he gives when forced is baleful, glaring — but he does make an effort to breathe by sheer necessity. It's difficult. At first he struggles to get it right, and Cy will hear him gagging around the toy's width, alternately taking oxygen through his nose to keep from blacking out. It's not supposed to be easy. That danger lurks, and he's well-aware that in this state he is vulnerable to everything this man chooses to do to him.
Even if all of that lethality is an elaborate illusion in genjutsu, he finds it intoxicating to pretend. He never thought it could feel so good to hand himself over, but it has unlocked some sense of freedom, subspace an Eden of relief in the foundation of their relationship. That's why his mouth relaxes, and his breathing becomes even, focused, taking the abuse as he has learned to do it.]
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And then he sees the dildo. This time he lets the fear flash across his face, unprepared by the abrupt shove of hollow silicone into his throat, protest formed in the guttural sound that leaves him — pulling his head against its restraints even knowing he won't escape the man's brutal, precise actions. It slides in anyway; he feels it hit that tight space at the back of his throat, choking on it until that rhythm allows brief sucks of air and his mouth is pooling with drool.
Stay calm. The look he gives when forced is baleful, glaring — but he does make an effort to breathe by sheer necessity. It's difficult. At first he struggles to get it right, and Cy will hear him gagging around the toy's width, alternately taking oxygen through his nose to keep from blacking out. It's not supposed to be easy. That danger lurks, and he's well-aware that in this state he is vulnerable to everything this man chooses to do to him.
Even if all of that lethality is an elaborate illusion in genjutsu, he finds it intoxicating to pretend. He never thought it could feel so good to hand himself over, but it has unlocked some sense of freedom, subspace an Eden of relief in the foundation of their relationship. That's why his mouth relaxes, and his breathing becomes even, focused, taking the abuse as he has learned to do it.]