（ he slips into the moment. inhabits it fully. no past, no future, just — this, the warmth of sasuke's mouth, the flex of his throat muscles, the sweet obedience that pulls him closer to the precipice of release. he shivers faintly, as if a ghost touches the points of his shoulders, and his grip in sasuke's hair becomes insistent. a warning.
when he comes, it's with a sound that's a little too rough, too low to be a whimper, but it's close. he's bent into a lean over sasuke, one hand braced against his back as he works through the blister of overstimulation, forcing his breathing to steady until colour has bled back into the world from the frenetic starbursts of orgasm.
he pets sasuke's spine as he withdraws, wiping a string of cum that's drooled from one forced-open corner of his mouth. the dildo, discarded earlier, is retrieved, cleaned, and slid back into place down his throat, lashed to the spider gag. ）
I'm going to have my servants draw a bath in the next room. （ which is, mostly, instruction to sasuke to generate such a place, and people to busy themselves about it. ） I want you to come for me again, but I know that's probably going to be hard on your body, so I'm going to make a shadow clone of myself to help you.
（ instructional, again. he doesn't know the hand signs for it, but in genjutsu it doesn't truly matter — sasuke can just create one, and there's no way he isn't paying attention to the order now. as he talks, cy goes back to the box of sex toys nearby, returning with a set of weighted clamps. they're affixed to sasuke's nipples, a cruel, heavy drag downwards that sways in time with the machine's thrusting. the clone manifests, and cy directs it between sasuke's thighs. obediently, it levers itself down to the ground beneath sasuke — ostensibly posed for 69 — and it lifts its hands to grasp either sides of his hips, mouth soon attentively pressed over the boy's abused, reddened clit.
if this were a real scene that they were doing, independent of sasuke's illusive imaginings, he'd set a more realistic goal. but it isn't, and realism is something they can leave well enough behind them, so — ）
Five orgasms. You don't need to wait for permission, I want them to spill out of you as your body builds to them. Then I'll take you to the bath, and clean you, and carry you to our bed. There, I'll remind you that you're only mine, forever.
（ as the clone works, he takes a seat — once again just absently propping his feet up on sasuke's lower back again, calling a book to hand. some dense, mathematical tome that he thumbs through idly, effectively ignoring sasuke and his pleasure henceforth. ）
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when he comes, it's with a sound that's a little too rough, too low to be a whimper, but it's close. he's bent into a lean over sasuke, one hand braced against his back as he works through the blister of overstimulation, forcing his breathing to steady until colour has bled back into the world from the frenetic starbursts of orgasm.
he pets sasuke's spine as he withdraws, wiping a string of cum that's drooled from one forced-open corner of his mouth. the dildo, discarded earlier, is retrieved, cleaned, and slid back into place down his throat, lashed to the spider gag. ）
I'm going to have my servants draw a bath in the next room. （ which is, mostly, instruction to sasuke to generate such a place, and people to busy themselves about it. ） I want you to come for me again, but I know that's probably going to be hard on your body, so I'm going to make a shadow clone of myself to help you.
（ instructional, again. he doesn't know the hand signs for it, but in genjutsu it doesn't truly matter — sasuke can just create one, and there's no way he isn't paying attention to the order now. as he talks, cy goes back to the box of sex toys nearby, returning with a set of weighted clamps. they're affixed to sasuke's nipples, a cruel, heavy drag downwards that sways in time with the machine's thrusting. the clone manifests, and cy directs it between sasuke's thighs. obediently, it levers itself down to the ground beneath sasuke — ostensibly posed for 69 — and it lifts its hands to grasp either sides of his hips, mouth soon attentively pressed over the boy's abused, reddened clit.
if this were a real scene that they were doing, independent of sasuke's illusive imaginings, he'd set a more realistic goal. but it isn't, and realism is something they can leave well enough behind them, so — ）
Five orgasms. You don't need to wait for permission, I want them to spill out of you as your body builds to them. Then I'll take you to the bath, and clean you, and carry you to our bed. There, I'll remind you that you're only mine, forever.
（ as the clone works, he takes a seat — once again just absently propping his feet up on sasuke's lower back again, calling a book to hand. some dense, mathematical tome that he thumbs through idly, effectively ignoring sasuke and his pleasure henceforth. ）