（ cy praises him through the orgasm, petting him, pressing a kiss down against his flank, along the line of his spine. awareness of his own arousal comes into a gleam of brief focus, the urge to replace one of the toys with his own cock and bury himself there deep within the shelter of his body, and he has to — breathe out slow. sasuke would help him if he asked for it — a slight tweak to the genjutsu that lets him regain control. but he finds he likes the challenge of centring himself, of stepping back from the very real, very present need for unfettered relief. existing in the moment only in service of sasuke's pleasure.

another, softer kiss is laid down against his shoulder, and then cy shifts around to his head. the dildo down his throat is extricated gently, and tossed aside with a wet sound. the gag is next, though it's only pulled from his mouth and left to dangle by its binding beneath his chin. cy cups his cheek, and steps in closer so he can hold sasuke against his midriff, lovingly carding through hair that's fallen loose from its cruel tether. ）

Since you're missing your left hand, there's no way for me to watch you count on this side. You'll have to do it aloud for me, t'che serikko. I wouldn't want to beat you more than you deserve, hm?