[There's an excruciating line to balance between the relief and the torment as his breast is fondled, kneaded, milk trickling into that crystal glass. The sound is layered by Cy's storytelling voice, and he knows his tendency to slip into its weave — but physical sensation keeps him rooted, flesh abused and mottled with welts and bruises squeezed by Cy's strong hands, draining him in such an unimaginably vulgar way. And yet no one else has this dominion over his body, and his breasts have swelled in order to provide for their child, so it is Cy's right to take it too.
He can't anticipate what happens next, though the precarious glass set between the span of slender shoulder blades tells him that something is coming — an acute wait temporarily distracted when the gag is fitted back between teeth. He whimpers, too weak for real protest, jaw parting slackly.
Satisfaction is immediate when he sees that Cy is hard because of him, but there's no time to dwell on this fact, no time to admire the heavy shape of the man's flushed cock, so familiar and well-loved he craves it in his mouth before Cy slides past the ring. Sasuke's throat forms a tight seal as he's learned, though he's unable to close his lips, at the mercy of whatever pace the man may dictate.
It goes on long enough that his mind begins to gray in that in-between space, but stilled movement coaxes him back to focus in time for that first, hot rush of milk over his tongue. He chokes at first, throat too full — but then reflex takes over and he swallows desperately around Cy's cock to get it down, a rippling clench of muscles that will be felt along the entire length. There are tears in his eyes again, because it feels like the glass never empties, that he keeps swallowing and swallowing to the denial of air, tasting himself and feeling it fill his belly.]
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He can't anticipate what happens next, though the precarious glass set between the span of slender shoulder blades tells him that something is coming — an acute wait temporarily distracted when the gag is fitted back between teeth. He whimpers, too weak for real protest, jaw parting slackly.
Satisfaction is immediate when he sees that Cy is hard because of him, but there's no time to dwell on this fact, no time to admire the heavy shape of the man's flushed cock, so familiar and well-loved he craves it in his mouth before Cy slides past the ring. Sasuke's throat forms a tight seal as he's learned, though he's unable to close his lips, at the mercy of whatever pace the man may dictate.
It goes on long enough that his mind begins to gray in that in-between space, but stilled movement coaxes him back to focus in time for that first, hot rush of milk over his tongue. He chokes at first, throat too full — but then reflex takes over and he swallows desperately around Cy's cock to get it down, a rippling clench of muscles that will be felt along the entire length. There are tears in his eyes again, because it feels like the glass never empties, that he keeps swallowing and swallowing to the denial of air, tasting himself and feeling it fill his belly.]