[Three fingers, so quickly, is tolerated despite the burn of the stretch, despite his inexperience, that he doesn't touch himself much now outside of these times with Cy because it can't compare — and he breathes through it at a steady rhythm. He likes knowing that Cy is preparing him for this. It was not promised tonight, but he knew he would pursue sex in some capacity and he's eager in a way that's new, that comes from having done this once before. A craving for the memory of what it felt like to be wrapped around Cy's cock. It's easy and practiced as he's maneuvered into that straddling position, claiming the man's lap like a throne.
At the sound of fabric and teeth of a zipper, Sasuke's eyes slip south and then hang on the sight. His throat works around a dry, stuck swallow. Hunger eats itself alive inside of him to find Cy so hard, the dark flush of his dick crowned with so much slick, pearly precome. And that — all because of him. What he allowed Cy to do.
There's no hesitation. He wants it inside of him badly. Sex with Cy feels so effortless somehow, like it was something he was made to do.
Supported both by Cy's aid and the strength of his own body held up on bent knees, Sasuke takes the wet line of that cock and, with only a hiccup at the tender dig of fingers into abused flesh, rubs the tip up against the rim of his hole. He presses back when Cy kisses his lips, then,] Okay, [comes rasped between them, urging Cy to lower him down to a full seat.] Do it. I want it.
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At the sound of fabric and teeth of a zipper, Sasuke's eyes slip south and then hang on the sight. His throat works around a dry, stuck swallow. Hunger eats itself alive inside of him to find Cy so hard, the dark flush of his dick crowned with so much slick, pearly precome. And that — all because of him. What he allowed Cy to do.
There's no hesitation. He wants it inside of him badly. Sex with Cy feels so effortless somehow, like it was something he was made to do.
Supported both by Cy's aid and the strength of his own body held up on bent knees, Sasuke takes the wet line of that cock and, with only a hiccup at the tender dig of fingers into abused flesh, rubs the tip up against the rim of his hole. He presses back when Cy kisses his lips, then,] Okay, [comes rasped between them, urging Cy to lower him down to a full seat.] Do it. I want it.