[The kiss, split by the hot slide of a tongue past lips in intimate tangling, only magnifies that sensation of Cy's cock sliding back inside of him with a push of hips. A noise of pleasure falls out of his mouth, thin and flickering with breath. He only nods at the warning; his hand is slack and effortlessly surrendered to Cy's warm fingers, flexing into a tighter hold once joined. It won't take long, Cy claims — but Sasuke wouldn't mind if they stayed like this for hours. If he could make Cy come, again and again, without ever leaving his body.
He nods. Thighs rearrange themselves around the circle of Cy's hips, deliberate as ankles hook in a surer hold at the small of his back. Like setting a lock.]
Will you, [in that same airy rush of feeling,] fuck me hard?
[It has taken time to fall into better comfort with these requests, with making his wants known — but he's led by Cy's experience as easily as a river flows a channeled path.]
no subject
He nods. Thighs rearrange themselves around the circle of Cy's hips, deliberate as ankles hook in a surer hold at the small of his back. Like setting a lock.]
Will you, [in that same airy rush of feeling,] fuck me hard?
[It has taken time to fall into better comfort with these requests, with making his wants known — but he's led by Cy's experience as easily as a river flows a channeled path.]
Sir.