（ he marks that spot with a mental note to pay it additional care after they're done, but for now simply continues to twist and flex his fingers open within the heat of sasuke's body. when the boy squirms, though, cy shifts with him to give him a little more freedom, moving his left leg to free the boy's knees from beneath it. somehow, he makes the awkward disentangling of limbs seem graceful.
his fingers drive in deeper, the third slipped in now even though he knows it will offer a faint stretch of discomfort it's certainly no worse than what else sasuke has accepted from his hand tonight. his right knee is slightly lifted so that there's something for sasuke to brace against, and his right hand retreats from its tender ministrations elsewhere on sasuke's body to add more lube which he massages in with his fingers. ）
I'm glad. Thank you for telling me. It means a lot to me, sharing something like this with you and seeing how it affects you.
（ one final flex of his hand and then, deeming sasuke to be adequately prepared, he simply hefts him up astride his lap, pulling the boy's thighs to either side of his hips. it'll be the easiest way for sasuke to get what he'd asked for, because cy can hold him like this, dig his hands in against the swell of building bruises and lower him down.
he could undress, using the void to make short work of his clothing — but he finds he's kinda into the dichotomy of sasuke's bare, flushed skin and his own dark slacks, so he leaves well enough alone for now, merely dropping one hand between them as he steadies the boy with the other, working his pants open and easing his trapped cock out (commando again, mostly because 'cleaning his room' had resulted in a perilous lack of clean underwear??)
if sasuke had reason to doubt him before, if he'd wanted proof of how much his tolerance, acceptance, enjoyment of pain affects him — surely the state of his cock will lay it all to rest. it's almost painfully hard, throbbing to the touch, weeping at the slit so heavily he barely has to slick a lubed-up hand around it to ease its eventual penetration into his ass.
he guides sasuke to the approximate place he needs to ease down onto it, and then — ）
Here, hold my cock steady. I'll support you. （ his hands slip around to sasuke's ass, taking his weight with an inhuman ease, fingers digging in against all those tender little places he'd laid down on him only minutes before. ） Let me know when you're ready to go and I'll lower you down. （ he leans in to nip at sasuke's bottom lip playfully. ） Slowly. I'm really not gonna last long, so I want to make it count for all five fucking times I'm gonna be able to slide into your perfect ass.
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his fingers drive in deeper, the third slipped in now even though he knows it will offer a faint stretch of discomfort it's certainly no worse than what else sasuke has accepted from his hand tonight. his right knee is slightly lifted so that there's something for sasuke to brace against, and his right hand retreats from its tender ministrations elsewhere on sasuke's body to add more lube which he massages in with his fingers. ）
I'm glad. Thank you for telling me. It means a lot to me, sharing something like this with you and seeing how it affects you.
（ one final flex of his hand and then, deeming sasuke to be adequately prepared, he simply hefts him up astride his lap, pulling the boy's thighs to either side of his hips. it'll be the easiest way for sasuke to get what he'd asked for, because cy can hold him like this, dig his hands in against the swell of building bruises and lower him down.
he could undress, using the void to make short work of his clothing — but he finds he's kinda into the dichotomy of sasuke's bare, flushed skin and his own dark slacks, so he leaves well enough alone for now, merely dropping one hand between them as he steadies the boy with the other, working his pants open and easing his trapped cock out (commando again, mostly because 'cleaning his room' had resulted in a perilous lack of clean underwear??)
if sasuke had reason to doubt him before, if he'd wanted proof of how much his tolerance, acceptance, enjoyment of pain affects him — surely the state of his cock will lay it all to rest. it's almost painfully hard, throbbing to the touch, weeping at the slit so heavily he barely has to slick a lubed-up hand around it to ease its eventual penetration into his ass.
he guides sasuke to the approximate place he needs to ease down onto it, and then — ）
Here, hold my cock steady. I'll support you. （ his hands slip around to sasuke's ass, taking his weight with an inhuman ease, fingers digging in against all those tender little places he'd laid down on him only minutes before. ） Let me know when you're ready to go and I'll lower you down. （ he leans in to nip at sasuke's bottom lip playfully. ） Slowly. I'm really not gonna last long, so I want to make it count for all five fucking times I'm gonna be able to slide into your perfect ass.