īŧ 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. īŧ
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.
īŧ 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. īŧ
[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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Date: 2024-07-23 03:44 am (UTC)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. īŧ
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.
īŧ 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. īŧ
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Date: 2024-07-23 04:12 am (UTC)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.]