[There is no real danger of asphyxiation within the context of the genjutsu he controls. And yet its threat manifests so he can feel it, every detail indistinguishable from reality — the squeeze of Cy's cock at the back of his throat, the blunt head sealing off that necessary path of airflow, leaving him unable to manage even ragged, desperate breaths through his nose with how wholly he's suffocated. It is a lack of control at the boundary of survival that he once would never have tolerated, but now it takes him to an utter state of surrender, so hazy and acute that it feels perfect in Cy's hands. If this wasn't an illusion, he would still trust Cy not to hurt him. Every time, he would put his safety and well-being in this man's hands and trust the outcome.
It feels so good. It feels so good — to be used like this, entirely without autonomy, Cy's murmur above his head like a salve over any itch of self-preservation that might arise. Practiced now at this act, Sasuke does as he's told and swallows hard where he can feel Cy's dick wedged against the back of his throat, working his mouth and tongue over that intrusion with devoted effort, hot and yielding in every flex of muscle. He wants to feel the rush of Cy's seed buried so deep in his throat that it is almost tasteless. He wants to drown in it, if necessary.]
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It feels so good. It feels so good — to be used like this, entirely without autonomy, Cy's murmur above his head like a salve over any itch of self-preservation that might arise. Practiced now at this act, Sasuke does as he's told and swallows hard where he can feel Cy's dick wedged against the back of his throat, working his mouth and tongue over that intrusion with devoted effort, hot and yielding in every flex of muscle. He wants to feel the rush of Cy's seed buried so deep in his throat that it is almost tasteless. He wants to drown in it, if necessary.]