（ he makes a soft sound of amusement, muffled against the curve of one breast. his hand, free of its utility to form the seals, skirts up sasuke's wrist to hook against the back of his elbow — touching just to touch. at that treasonous roll of his hips, cy exhales jaggedly and murmurs: ）
Who says I'm making you wait at all? You know where my dick is. This can be a self-serve buffet, party of one, tabled at your delicious cunt.
（ the last time they'd done this, cy had largely been the one guiding them — more familiar by far with the female body and all it entails. but they hadn't gotten all the way up to penetration — at least not with anything that wasn't silicon. but he thinks that experience had — shaken out, smoothed away the anxiety that might have otherwise existed, and so he's less protective than he might have otherwise been at sheltering sasuke into something new. the man wants to get fucked so urgently he's willing to swap sexes to do it, then cy's not going to trouble himself about going easy on him.
he reaches over to his nightstand — a short distance away given the size of the room — and pulls the drawer open, fingers blindly grasping around for the nipple clamps they last used during a blowjob, and when his fingers close on them he tugs the chain out with a little jangle. ）
At some point, I wanna use a riding crop on them, too. Given how sensitive you are, I bet I could get you off — （ he flicks at one of sasuke's nipples, not with any especial gentleness. coming off the adrenaline high of sparring, sasuke's natural pain tolerance will already be heightened. ） with just a little abuse.
（ his right hand slips around to sasuke's back, tugging him in so that cy can press a kiss against that breast, teeth scraping against sensitive skin to close against the nipple, cheeks hollowing with a slow suck of pressure that intensifies and then abates as he breaks the seal. one clamp is lifted and deftly affixed with a persistent pinch not so easily escaped. ）
Be a good boy and hold the other one for me, will you?
（ Getting You To Participate In Your Own Torment Is My Kink, Actually. ）
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Who says I'm making you wait at all? You know where my dick is. This can be a self-serve buffet, party of one, tabled at your delicious cunt.
（ the last time they'd done this, cy had largely been the one guiding them — more familiar by far with the female body and all it entails. but they hadn't gotten all the way up to penetration — at least not with anything that wasn't silicon. but he thinks that experience had — shaken out, smoothed away the anxiety that might have otherwise existed, and so he's less protective than he might have otherwise been at sheltering sasuke into something new. the man wants to get fucked so urgently he's willing to swap sexes to do it, then cy's not going to trouble himself about going easy on him.
he reaches over to his nightstand — a short distance away given the size of the room — and pulls the drawer open, fingers blindly grasping around for the nipple clamps they last used during a blowjob, and when his fingers close on them he tugs the chain out with a little jangle. ）
At some point, I wanna use a riding crop on them, too. Given how sensitive you are, I bet I could get you off — （ he flicks at one of sasuke's nipples, not with any especial gentleness. coming off the adrenaline high of sparring, sasuke's natural pain tolerance will already be heightened. ） with just a little abuse.
（ his right hand slips around to sasuke's back, tugging him in so that cy can press a kiss against that breast, teeth scraping against sensitive skin to close against the nipple, cheeks hollowing with a slow suck of pressure that intensifies and then abates as he breaks the seal. one clamp is lifted and deftly affixed with a persistent pinch not so easily escaped. ）
Be a good boy and hold the other one for me, will you?
（ Getting You To Participate In Your Own Torment Is My Kink, Actually. ）