īŧ it's said warmly, as if praise for how spent and stilled he goes in his bonds. and as before, this breast too gets a moment's tender attention — cy moulding his palm to give succour to abused flesh before he slips away again. this time he stays in sasuke's full sight as he approaches a sideboard. a glass is selected, a pretty crystal cup that he tosses up once in the air and catches as he saunters back. he doesn't speak to him, or acknowledge him in this sad state — he just crouches down, holds the cup to one breast and squeezes it until there's a telltale dribble into the glass. he talks about the campaign as he does it. resources spent, people sacrificed, a battle ultimately won. his voice is soft and melodic, grounding in a way that speaks more to cy as sasuke knows him, and not the towering monstrousness of a warlord he would never choose to be.
once he's satisfied, and the glass half-full — to say nothing of the mess on the floor — he circles back to stand in front of sasuke. he reaches to set the glass between the boy's shoulder blades, knowing he can't move enough to dislodge or dump it — and with both hands free he fits the gag back into place in his mouth, undoes the button on his pants and takes his cock out. it's clear immediately he hasn't been... unaffected by what he's done, the head of his dick messy with feverish smears of precome, and so hard in its entirety it's almost painful to bear.
one hand tangles in sasuke's bound up hair, and he steps in to an intimate nearness that seats him right to the back of the boy's throat in one smooth, easy push. clearly, he expects no participation whether willing or unwilling from sasuke — he just uses him as if he had no more autonomy than a sex toy, pulling back and then slowly sinking back in.
but it isn't until he's close — sooner than he'd like, but in a way that feels like poetry set to their scene — that he takes up that cup again. and it's with his cock seated deep in the forced hold of sasuke's open mouth that he pours some of the contents along the top of his shaft, knowing he's providing no option but to swallow it. the liquid is still afire with the heat of sasuke's body, and it provides a dizzying little stir to his perceptions, the juxtaposition between mouth and milk making his knees briefly weak. īŧ
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Date: 2024-09-06 02:58 am (UTC)īŧ it's said warmly, as if praise for how spent and stilled he goes in his bonds. and as before, this breast too gets a moment's tender attention — cy moulding his palm to give succour to abused flesh before he slips away again. this time he stays in sasuke's full sight as he approaches a sideboard. a glass is selected, a pretty crystal cup that he tosses up once in the air and catches as he saunters back. he doesn't speak to him, or acknowledge him in this sad state — he just crouches down, holds the cup to one breast and squeezes it until there's a telltale dribble into the glass. he talks about the campaign as he does it. resources spent, people sacrificed, a battle ultimately won. his voice is soft and melodic, grounding in a way that speaks more to cy as sasuke knows him, and not the towering monstrousness of a warlord he would never choose to be.
once he's satisfied, and the glass half-full — to say nothing of the mess on the floor — he circles back to stand in front of sasuke. he reaches to set the glass between the boy's shoulder blades, knowing he can't move enough to dislodge or dump it — and with both hands free he fits the gag back into place in his mouth, undoes the button on his pants and takes his cock out. it's clear immediately he hasn't been... unaffected by what he's done, the head of his dick messy with feverish smears of precome, and so hard in its entirety it's almost painful to bear.
one hand tangles in sasuke's bound up hair, and he steps in to an intimate nearness that seats him right to the back of the boy's throat in one smooth, easy push. clearly, he expects no participation whether willing or unwilling from sasuke — he just uses him as if he had no more autonomy than a sex toy, pulling back and then slowly sinking back in.
but it isn't until he's close — sooner than he'd like, but in a way that feels like poetry set to their scene — that he takes up that cup again. and it's with his cock seated deep in the forced hold of sasuke's open mouth that he pours some of the contents along the top of his shaft, knowing he's providing no option but to swallow it. the liquid is still afire with the heat of sasuke's body, and it provides a dizzying little stir to his perceptions, the juxtaposition between mouth and milk making his knees briefly weak. īŧ
I bet you're parched. Poor thing. Swallow for me.