[Eyes snap to the clamps as soon as they're withdrawn from the drawer, chain dangling silver in the light — it has been some time since they've used them, but he hasn't forgotten the pinch on sensitive flesh, the dull ache brought by unrelenting pressure. He wonders if it will be more intense with a woman's breasts, with the gravity of their larger size hanging down, and he finds himself biting the inside of his cheek when Cy affixes the first clamp to a pale nipple. The skin flushes cherry-red quickly. His body shivers as a wave of sensation tingles through him.
And then — a pout blooms at that request, his right hand already slipping down to comply. He brushes away the longer strands of dark hair brought with his changed appearance before cupping underneath the spill of his other breast, holding it still as Cy fits the pinch of the clamp in place. Only a slight whimper works its way through gritted teeth. No pain, but a delicious throbbing begins to build for the acute pressure — and there's something obscene about the chain hanging between the peaks of soft nipples, like vulgar jewelry.]
You're a pervert.
[It comes out almost all breath, even as he begins struggling free of his pants, ungraceful and urgent. He is not startled this time by the wetness between his legs, except perhaps in how quickly it has become a hot, slippery glaze of arousal that he can feel on his inner thighs once fabric is gone, tossed to the floor. His hand fumbles to free Cy's cock — not caring to try to get the man equally naked in his haste, just enough that he can fit the head up against his cunt, a slide across wet folds suggestive of penetration, slicking the length. The tease doesn't last, and his voice hitches at the first initial push down of hips, trying to fit over the flared tip with no accommodating wait.]
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And then — a pout blooms at that request, his right hand already slipping down to comply. He brushes away the longer strands of dark hair brought with his changed appearance before cupping underneath the spill of his other breast, holding it still as Cy fits the pinch of the clamp in place. Only a slight whimper works its way through gritted teeth. No pain, but a delicious throbbing begins to build for the acute pressure — and there's something obscene about the chain hanging between the peaks of soft nipples, like vulgar jewelry.]
You're a pervert.
[It comes out almost all breath, even as he begins struggling free of his pants, ungraceful and urgent. He is not startled this time by the wetness between his legs, except perhaps in how quickly it has become a hot, slippery glaze of arousal that he can feel on his inner thighs once fabric is gone, tossed to the floor. His hand fumbles to free Cy's cock — not caring to try to get the man equally naked in his haste, just enough that he can fit the head up against his cunt, a slide across wet folds suggestive of penetration, slicking the length. The tease doesn't last, and his voice hitches at the first initial push down of hips, trying to fit over the flared tip with no accommodating wait.]