[The words have a mollifying effect in contrast to the brutality of Cy's claim over his body. He can let himself go, adrift in the pleasure of that ownership, that complete surrender of autonomy — and he trusts Cy to keep him safe in it. He trusts Cy to carry him through even when it feels too hard, or difficult, or too impossible a demand. He'll do anything for Cy. That warm, familiarly well-loved voice stuffs his head like cotton and allows nothing else to take up room. He exists beneath this man's hands, totally whole, as he will never exist on his own again.
His own hips try to buck back, but with Cy's control over him there's little room to maneuver or build momentum, leaving him beholden to the pace Cy sets. When Cy drives into him, cock filling that tight space of his pussy made even tighter by clamped legs, Sasuke cries out loud. Every part of him is lit aflame.]
I'm yours... your good girl. I'll be yours forever. [No one but Cy will ever hear this, so that makes it easier to dig out such dark, obsessive words, voice raspy and slurred.] I'll have children for you forever. No one else. I'll die without your cock. I need it, every—ah—day, for the rest of my life. I'll be a slut if it's... for you. No one else.
[The heaviness of his pregnant belly and a swollen bladder between his legs is too much — pressure crushes against his lower abdomen, an erogenous reach of interior muscle that drives him to the height of another wave of orgasm, only this time it doesn't seem to stop, flooding at such an intensity his sobs break in his throat, senseless, messy. His whole body clenches over Cy's dick, unwilling to let go.]
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Date: 2024-09-28 08:24 pm (UTC)His own hips try to buck back, but with Cy's control over him there's little room to maneuver or build momentum, leaving him beholden to the pace Cy sets. When Cy drives into him, cock filling that tight space of his pussy made even tighter by clamped legs, Sasuke cries out loud. Every part of him is lit aflame.]
I'm yours... your good girl. I'll be yours forever. [No one but Cy will ever hear this, so that makes it easier to dig out such dark, obsessive words, voice raspy and slurred.] I'll have children for you forever. No one else. I'll die without your cock. I need it, every—ah—day, for the rest of my life. I'll be a slut if it's... for you. No one else.
[The heaviness of his pregnant belly and a swollen bladder between his legs is too much — pressure crushes against his lower abdomen, an erogenous reach of interior muscle that drives him to the height of another wave of orgasm, only this time it doesn't seem to stop, flooding at such an intensity his sobs break in his throat, senseless, messy. His whole body clenches over Cy's dick, unwilling to let go.]