（ it paints a vivid picture — and he can see it so clearly that it bodily ignites his own desire, chasing the soft cadence of sasuke's words as they spill from his mouth. he can feel his cock fill out, pinned against the mattress — and he has to shift slightly so it's a less painful pressure.
but his focus does not slip away from sasuke as he talks, as cy takes his cock as deeply as it can go, feeling the head of it against the back of his throat. he doesn't try to really drive him wild, just keeps up the gentle pressure of suction — and similarly, he doesn't try to curl his finger in against the boy's prostate, or rock his hand into sasuke to deepen the penetration. he just holds him there — in the warm cradle of his mouth and the press of his palm bottomed out against livid bruises caned into his skin, and lets sasuke talk. and when he's finished, cy pulls back enough to murmur: ）
You looked so beautiful in the spider gag. I could fuck your throat for hours like that, just taking you to the edge of airlessness and back again, until every part of you is strung out and trembling.
（ he laps at the slit of sasuke's dick as he speaks, stopping every few words to bend to the task. ）
I'll never stop loving to see you like that. When you're exhausted, pushed to your limits, tears a cascade down your face. I'd fucking dare anyone to look at you when you're like that and think you ruined, or broken, or weak — you turn strength into submission like no one else I've ever met. When I can watch your breath quicken and your balls tighten as you get closer and closer to surrendering to all the pleasure you never let yourself feel before me.
（ now he does curl that finger upwards, a whisper-soft stroke against the boy's prostate. ）
C'mere — bring your hand down here, wrap it around the base of your cock. Tell me how you'd orgasm for me like that, forced down onto a dildo that fills you out, forced to take me down your throat, and while you do — stroke that pretty cock for me like a good boy while I suck, okay? I want to taste you, I want to feel you soften on my tongue afterwards, I want you to relax into the sensation of being loved beyond measure and treasured beyond time and fall into my arms to sleep.
Edited (the poetic waxing got redundant oop) 2024-07-23 02:39 (UTC)
[The soft, sinuous ministrations of Cy's mouth and the idle finger pushed inside of him allow space to think, riven with warm pleasure but not overtaken in its rush. Sasuke breathes out when his cock is swallowed past Cy's lips simply for the sake of sitting on a hot tongue; his hips try to lift into it, but there's no desperate chase for friction and pressure, body sated enough to let it gather in him like a pool of water. His toes curl, his back curves — he melts underneath everything in combination with the adoration that pours over him when Cy talks.
No one has ever expressed this kind of affection to him. He had not even thought it was possible someone could, as if the reaches of what he's felt for his family, his past teachers, his only friend — that those were the limits of what one could experience in connection to another. He's not scared of this so much anymore, but he can't stop the swell of emotion that wets his lashes as a consequence of Cy's open, aching sentiment.
Obediently his own fist falls and encircles the swollen root of his cock, slick with cooling saliva. And he feels it building, a heavy core of heat in his stomach that almost jars when Cy's finger nudges against a sensitive prostate.]
I would if you told me to. I'd wait if you told me to. [Breath panting out.] I'd ask you if I was able to speak — after you used my throat, when my voice is raw and ruined, I'd beg you to let me come. After I swallowed every drop of you. I'll be so good. Filled with a dildo or your cock or whatever you decide to give me. Please, let me come —
[Thighs trembling, one leg slung across the man's back and pressing down with the heel, right hand stroking himself up to the point where Cy's lips wrap around the crown of his cock, balls tight and sore — it doesn't take long to do just that. It's like a hot, burning ribbon that unfurls in his belly, spilling into Cy's mouth.]
（ he doesn't swallow immediately, letting the ejaculate sit heavy and bitter on his tongue, taking sasuke all the way down and nudging his hand out of the way as he does it. as promised, basking in the feeling of sasuke's cock softening in his mouth. his free hand just strokes up and down the boy's thigh in a soothing expression of touch, mentally keeping track of his pulse through the flutter of his femoral artery.
there's no intentional drive towards overstimulation — no further teasing of his finger or unnecessary motion of his tongue. he just lets sasuke lay there, bonelessly blissful, enjoying the panting of his breath as it slowly gains an even keel, as his pulse levels. and when cy's satisfied, he lifts his mouth from sasuke's cock, pressing one last kiss against its spit-slick head, and then he hooks his hand around sasuke's wrist, letting his thigh slip from his shoulder, and pulls him up into a sitting position so he can kiss him. his tongue teases along the boy's bottom lip, and when he opens his mouth a push of it shares sasuke's come between the hot seal of their lips.
he swallows, then, as he gives sasuke space to breathe, and then another kiss is dropped against his forehead as cy hefts him into an embrace, pulling him in close to his chest. there's no expectation that sasuke will be supporting himself — cy is happy to hold him. ）
You're mine, t'che verai. Until the end of everything. Now, get some sleep. Tomorrow's another day, and I want to spend it loving you so fiercely it shakes the foundation of the world.
（ he lets their position tumble sideways, shifting them both around until they're aligned laying down — his cock, still hard as much from touching him as from what sasuke had said, is tucked between the boy's thighs from behind as cy wraps his arms around him and butts his forehead against the back of sasuke's, not minding the tickle of his hair. one hand drops protectively, palming at his spent cock, leaving scant space between them for so much as a shadow. ）
[The lassitude falls in afterward, cradled in Cy's arms once he's levered upright, letting his weight tip toward it without thought or care. His mouth is slack to the kiss and he can taste himself on Cy's tongue with a heat that tingles through him — warm, loved, awash in those words of belonging. Beyond time. It's what Cy promised, and he believes him. He'll do anything for that reality.
Wrapped into Cy's embrace, swaddled in sheets, their bodies sealed head to toe — he lets himself float there, blissfully quiet. It feels good to have Cy's cock between his legs. There's no need to chase any specific outcome; he squeezes his legs over the firm, hot shape of it, feels the velvet drag of skin in an intimacy that is less sexual than a simple desire for skinship.]
I love you so much.
[It's a sleepy murmur, lost somewhere in that calm as Cy nuzzles at the back of his head — and at some point Sasuke will become dissatisfied and squirm to roll over, so their faces are close and their breath is better shared between lazy kisses, limbs inextricably tangled. And they'll sleep.]
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but his focus does not slip away from sasuke as he talks, as cy takes his cock as deeply as it can go, feeling the head of it against the back of his throat. he doesn't try to really drive him wild, just keeps up the gentle pressure of suction — and similarly, he doesn't try to curl his finger in against the boy's prostate, or rock his hand into sasuke to deepen the penetration. he just holds him there — in the warm cradle of his mouth and the press of his palm bottomed out against livid bruises caned into his skin, and lets sasuke talk. and when he's finished, cy pulls back enough to murmur: ）
You looked so beautiful in the spider gag. I could fuck your throat for hours like that, just taking you to the edge of airlessness and back again, until every part of you is strung out and trembling.
（ he laps at the slit of sasuke's dick as he speaks, stopping every few words to bend to the task. ）
I'll never stop loving to see you like that. When you're exhausted, pushed to your limits, tears a cascade down your face. I'd fucking dare anyone to look at you when you're like that and think you ruined, or broken, or weak — you turn strength into submission like no one else I've ever met. When I can watch your breath quicken and your balls tighten as you get closer and closer to surrendering to all the pleasure you never let yourself feel before me.
（ now he does curl that finger upwards, a whisper-soft stroke against the boy's prostate. ）
C'mere — bring your hand down here, wrap it around the base of your cock. Tell me how you'd orgasm for me like that, forced down onto a dildo that fills you out, forced to take me down your throat, and while you do — stroke that pretty cock for me like a good boy while I suck, okay? I want to taste you, I want to feel you soften on my tongue afterwards, I want you to relax into the sensation of being loved beyond measure and treasured beyond time and fall into my arms to sleep.
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No one has ever expressed this kind of affection to him. He had not even thought it was possible someone could, as if the reaches of what he's felt for his family, his past teachers, his only friend — that those were the limits of what one could experience in connection to another. He's not scared of this so much anymore, but he can't stop the swell of emotion that wets his lashes as a consequence of Cy's open, aching sentiment.
Obediently his own fist falls and encircles the swollen root of his cock, slick with cooling saliva. And he feels it building, a heavy core of heat in his stomach that almost jars when Cy's finger nudges against a sensitive prostate.]
I would if you told me to. I'd wait if you told me to. [Breath panting out.] I'd ask you if I was able to speak — after you used my throat, when my voice is raw and ruined, I'd beg you to let me come. After I swallowed every drop of you. I'll be so good. Filled with a dildo or your cock or whatever you decide to give me. Please, let me come —
[Thighs trembling, one leg slung across the man's back and pressing down with the heel, right hand stroking himself up to the point where Cy's lips wrap around the crown of his cock, balls tight and sore — it doesn't take long to do just that. It's like a hot, burning ribbon that unfurls in his belly, spilling into Cy's mouth.]
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there's no intentional drive towards overstimulation — no further teasing of his finger or unnecessary motion of his tongue. he just lets sasuke lay there, bonelessly blissful, enjoying the panting of his breath as it slowly gains an even keel, as his pulse levels. and when cy's satisfied, he lifts his mouth from sasuke's cock, pressing one last kiss against its spit-slick head, and then he hooks his hand around sasuke's wrist, letting his thigh slip from his shoulder, and pulls him up into a sitting position so he can kiss him. his tongue teases along the boy's bottom lip, and when he opens his mouth a push of it shares sasuke's come between the hot seal of their lips.
he swallows, then, as he gives sasuke space to breathe, and then another kiss is dropped against his forehead as cy hefts him into an embrace, pulling him in close to his chest. there's no expectation that sasuke will be supporting himself — cy is happy to hold him. ）
You're mine, t'che verai. Until the end of everything. Now, get some sleep. Tomorrow's another day, and I want to spend it loving you so fiercely it shakes the foundation of the world.
（ he lets their position tumble sideways, shifting them both around until they're aligned laying down — his cock, still hard as much from touching him as from what sasuke had said, is tucked between the boy's thighs from behind as cy wraps his arms around him and butts his forehead against the back of sasuke's, not minding the tickle of his hair. one hand drops protectively, palming at his spent cock, leaving scant space between them for so much as a shadow. ）
we are cringe but we are free
Wrapped into Cy's embrace, swaddled in sheets, their bodies sealed head to toe — he lets himself float there, blissfully quiet. It feels good to have Cy's cock between his legs. There's no need to chase any specific outcome; he squeezes his legs over the firm, hot shape of it, feels the velvet drag of skin in an intimacy that is less sexual than a simple desire for skinship.]
I love you so much.
[It's a sleepy murmur, lost somewhere in that calm as Cy nuzzles at the back of his head — and at some point Sasuke will become dissatisfied and squirm to roll over, so their faces are close and their breath is better shared between lazy kisses, limbs inextricably tangled. And they'll sleep.]