[There's no protest, allowing Cy to channel this into a softer direction even as he finds it harder to be that than anything; in these experienced hands, at least, the way is smoothed. And he does not fear it as he might have in another place, time, with someone else. Sasuke takes a steadying breath that is soon kissed out of his mouth by the seal of familiar lips, the slide of a hot tongue — all of it given, handed over as if it costs him nothing.
His right arm circles itself around Cy's shoulders now that it's free from their hold, mismatched eyes bleary from his own orgasm. His face and the tender skin of his ass both burn, overheated.]
Yes. [He wants to feel it again — punctuated by a rock of hips to keep himself electrically aware of Cy's cock as it spreads him open, slicked with come.] Always.
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His right arm circles itself around Cy's shoulders now that it's free from their hold, mismatched eyes bleary from his own orgasm. His face and the tender skin of his ass both burn, overheated.]
Yes. [He wants to feel it again — punctuated by a rock of hips to keep himself electrically aware of Cy's cock as it spreads him open, slicked with come.] Always.