（ a soft kiss is left against his shoulder, against his spine as he straightens up. one hand is levered against the small of his back, forcing sasuke to better angle his hips. then, as promised, narration follows in his usual vulgar/poetry smash fusion — ）
I want to take my time just looking at you like this. Fuck, if we didn't have other plans I'd have you sit on my face so I could taste you irrespective of air. You always look so beautiful above me.
（ his hand shifts to the boy's hip, and then skirts across the curve of his ass, across the back of one thigh and then presses gently against sasuke's pussy, fingers dipping in just slightly to his hole. ）
I love how you get hard for me, and I love how you get wet for me, and I love being inside you as if you were made to take me into your body.
（ that's accompanied by a push of his fingers, firm and unyielding, until broad knuckles breach. ）
This body you made for me is beautiful in every way. Seeing you pregnant, that visible evidence of our union, our devotion — it's a gift unlike anything else. Your cunt's so reddened with abuse, but you're going to keep taking what I give you, and there's something sacred in that.
（ his hand falls away, and there's the faint, obscene sound of him licking that sweet honey-slick glaze from his fingers. thoroughly, apparently, by the time he takes. the next bit of narration happens a few heartbeats before the action he's describing, giving sasuke just enough lag to understand his intention. ）
I'm going to drag my cock against you. Push back on me, there you go — good boy. Then I'm going to push into you slow.
（ again, the action follows. sex is a heady perfume in the air, and cy's touch is warm — once his cock no longer needs the steadying guidance of his hand, he lets it fall to sasuke's hip. ）
You couldn't move in the machine, but you can now. Fuck yourself against me, I want to be so deep you forget we're separate entities.
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I want to take my time just looking at you like this. Fuck, if we didn't have other plans I'd have you sit on my face so I could taste you irrespective of air. You always look so beautiful above me.
（ his hand shifts to the boy's hip, and then skirts across the curve of his ass, across the back of one thigh and then presses gently against sasuke's pussy, fingers dipping in just slightly to his hole. ）
I love how you get hard for me, and I love how you get wet for me, and I love being inside you as if you were made to take me into your body.
（ that's accompanied by a push of his fingers, firm and unyielding, until broad knuckles breach. ）
This body you made for me is beautiful in every way. Seeing you pregnant, that visible evidence of our union, our devotion — it's a gift unlike anything else. Your cunt's so reddened with abuse, but you're going to keep taking what I give you, and there's something sacred in that.
（ his hand falls away, and there's the faint, obscene sound of him licking that sweet honey-slick glaze from his fingers. thoroughly, apparently, by the time he takes. the next bit of narration happens a few heartbeats before the action he's describing, giving sasuke just enough lag to understand his intention. ）
I'm going to drag my cock against you. Push back on me, there you go — good boy. Then I'm going to push into you slow.
（ again, the action follows. sex is a heady perfume in the air, and cy's touch is warm — once his cock no longer needs the steadying guidance of his hand, he lets it fall to sasuke's hip. ）
You couldn't move in the machine, but you can now. Fuck yourself against me, I want to be so deep you forget we're separate entities.