[Deft fingertips slide into the crease of his ass against that sensitive hole, and Sasuke jolts slightly, soothed back down by the massage like a petted cat. His head bobs in another nod of affirmation, chin down against the mattress until he's coaxed into a kiss — and this, strained into a little harder, sentiment carried by Cy's words.
There's warmth. He feels it fill him up like a glass, overflowing with a desire to give Cy as much as he has been given in turn. As his head lowers once more and he arches, settling, muscles attempt to unstitch themselves from inherent tension.
Without thinking about it, his right hand worms closer until it sits up against the one Cy presented, fingers curled protectively around the bell. He takes a few deep breaths. And as if preparing for a jutsu, for the tricky maneuver of some combat technique —]
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There's warmth. He feels it fill him up like a glass, overflowing with a desire to give Cy as much as he has been given in turn. As his head lowers once more and he arches, settling, muscles attempt to unstitch themselves from inherent tension.
Without thinking about it, his right hand worms closer until it sits up against the one Cy presented, fingers curled protectively around the bell. He takes a few deep breaths. And as if preparing for a jutsu, for the tricky maneuver of some combat technique —]
I'm ready.