（ it's the sir that really pushes him — and he seals the word against sasuke's mouth with a kiss before he moves to comply. he cages sasuke in against the bed, one hand pinning his down, the other bracketing his head so closely that he can't twist away and press his cheek down into the blankets.
the fucking itself is easy, practiced. sasuke's body yields beneath him, fucked open, fucked full. every little breathy sound the boy makes generates a lightning strike of lust, meteoric, that only intensifies the snap of his hips and the faint, building strain to his own breathing. he lets himself be a little harder, a little rougher — because sasuke likes it, because he can take it, because cy would, he thinks, do anything this kid fucking asked of him and then some.
it does not, as he promised, take him long — but he makes it last. and when he does come, it's with a sharp exhalation and a collapse into the willing cradle of sasuke's thighs, atop his body. aftershocks lick up his spine, and through them he kisses at sasuke's cheek, breath trembling just a little. ）
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the fucking itself is easy, practiced. sasuke's body yields beneath him, fucked open, fucked full. every little breathy sound the boy makes generates a lightning strike of lust, meteoric, that only intensifies the snap of his hips and the faint, building strain to his own breathing. he lets himself be a little harder, a little rougher — because sasuke likes it, because he can take it, because cy would, he thinks, do anything this kid fucking asked of him and then some.
it does not, as he promised, take him long — but he makes it last. and when he does come, it's with a sharp exhalation and a collapse into the willing cradle of sasuke's thighs, atop his body. aftershocks lick up his spine, and through them he kisses at sasuke's cheek, breath trembling just a little. ）