[The relief when Cy stills him is immense, but it also burns, a friction that has built in his belly until he's aware only of how fast his blood is beating when Cy seals their bodies back together. Those hands are gentle over the curves of this form, making him further aware of how he feels in this state, as a woman, as messy and delirious with desire as he's become from their efforts in genjutsu.
Then Cy pulls on his arm, yanking it behind him and forcing his back to curve, forced up from the comfort of a recline against the mattress. A pale whimper hitches behind his teeth, almost lost with how hard he's breathing. The belt over his left shoulder stabilizes the position, although this change applies such pressure to his lower belly that Sasuke can't help the high, wounded noise he makes — vividly aware of that fullness, pulsing dully between his legs, speared on Cy's cock and blind to see it. He doesn't know what he looks like, but he also shouldn't care; the view is for Cy alone. His submission is for Cy, a surrendering of control over even the most basic bodily functions to this maddened height of fantasy. It is emphasized all the more by Cy's words.]
Yes. Please, please... [He's so far gone he doesn't know what he means to beg for.] I'm yours. Own me.
[Obediently, legs squeeze in together — against the ache of his bladder, that need to release so savagely refused. It also makes him conscious of Cy's cock where it fills his pussy to the brim, unyielding, so hard and hot inside of him that Sasuke wants to sob, does a little in hitches of breath and softer gasps. He can't move, but he can feel the way his tits hang down, heavy and sore and bruised, and it would be humiliating if someone else saw him like this, but it isn't for them. It's for Cy.]
I'll... I'll belong to you, until I die. [This sense of finality appeals to him in that moment, as far gone as he is — a forever promised.] I swear. Please.
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Then Cy pulls on his arm, yanking it behind him and forcing his back to curve, forced up from the comfort of a recline against the mattress. A pale whimper hitches behind his teeth, almost lost with how hard he's breathing. The belt over his left shoulder stabilizes the position, although this change applies such pressure to his lower belly that Sasuke can't help the high, wounded noise he makes — vividly aware of that fullness, pulsing dully between his legs, speared on Cy's cock and blind to see it. He doesn't know what he looks like, but he also shouldn't care; the view is for Cy alone. His submission is for Cy, a surrendering of control over even the most basic bodily functions to this maddened height of fantasy. It is emphasized all the more by Cy's words.]
Yes. Please, please... [He's so far gone he doesn't know what he means to beg for.] I'm yours. Own me.
[Obediently, legs squeeze in together — against the ache of his bladder, that need to release so savagely refused. It also makes him conscious of Cy's cock where it fills his pussy to the brim, unyielding, so hard and hot inside of him that Sasuke wants to sob, does a little in hitches of breath and softer gasps. He can't move, but he can feel the way his tits hang down, heavy and sore and bruised, and it would be humiliating if someone else saw him like this, but it isn't for them. It's for Cy.]
I'll... I'll belong to you, until I die. [This sense of finality appeals to him in that moment, as far gone as he is — a forever promised.] I swear. Please.