[He shakes his head at those words, stubbornly defiant yet unable to put voice to the decision, that it comes as much from a rejection of the impossible as a conviction he could change that reality. Committed to his goals with a certain blindness, a ruthlessness that does not see logic when emotion is involved. Cy will still feel it between them, where their minds are married together by the Sharingan — his deep, desperate devotion at the very edge of sanity.
Mouth yielding to that push, he licks at Cy's thumb and then shivers, small cry elicited by the attention where he's already so sore and tender. It feels like he can't possibly come again — but this is an illusion, and he will, even if it pushes him to the edge of a fatigue never felt so intimately.
He doesn't have to force himself; the swell of pleasure climbs, then spills out of him in a trembling, shaking mess, slickness renewed around Cy's cock where he grinds himself, cunt a tight clench over Cy's length as the orgasm passes like a wave through every muscle. He's begging senselessly, reduced to pieces of instinct — his movements are automatic as he peels himself back to roll onto hand and knees on the bed, back curved in a slope to support the heavy weight of his belly and presenting the wet mess between his legs, slick folds of his pussy brightly red in an obscene display of what he's endured over the course of the illusion. Cy's cum is visible leaking out of him, just a little, a pearly-white shine on skin.]
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Date: 2024-09-14 08:11 pm (UTC)Mouth yielding to that push, he licks at Cy's thumb and then shivers, small cry elicited by the attention where he's already so sore and tender. It feels like he can't possibly come again — but this is an illusion, and he will, even if it pushes him to the edge of a fatigue never felt so intimately.
He doesn't have to force himself; the swell of pleasure climbs, then spills out of him in a trembling, shaking mess, slickness renewed around Cy's cock where he grinds himself, cunt a tight clench over Cy's length as the orgasm passes like a wave through every muscle. He's begging senselessly, reduced to pieces of instinct — his movements are automatic as he peels himself back to roll onto hand and knees on the bed, back curved in a slope to support the heavy weight of his belly and presenting the wet mess between his legs, slick folds of his pussy brightly red in an obscene display of what he's endured over the course of the illusion. Cy's cum is visible leaking out of him, just a little, a pearly-white shine on skin.]