（ there's a stroke of sasuke's cheek as cy steps forward again, one hand steadying his cock as he slides it into the boy's mouth, bottoming out against the rigid metal ring forcing him to accommodate the stretch. he can feel it, when the seal of his dick cuts off the oxygen, like a build of negative pressure against the glans, and it pulls a soft groan of pure pleasure out of him. cy is rarely prone to vocal expressions of enjoyment — and this one is almost entirely against his will as his thighs tremble from the heat of his own arousal.
one hand settles against the back of sasuke's head, tangled in his bound-up hair. the other splays, palm-down, against his naked back. ）
My pretty, perfect whore. （ his hand pets sasuke along his spine, almost soothingly. ） Work for me, and then we're almost done.
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one hand settles against the back of sasuke's head, tangled in his bound-up hair. the other splays, palm-down, against his naked back. ）
My pretty, perfect whore. （ his hand pets sasuke along his spine, almost soothingly. ） Work for me, and then we're almost done.