[Sensation begins to overwhelm him, washing all thought out — Cy's mouth feels molten between his legs, sucking at the tender nerves of his clit in a way that sends electric pleasure in waves, curling toes, thighs shaking where they drape over broad shoulders. Then those fingers slide into his needy cunt, a low moan falling loose as his back curves, giving over to the little tugs of the chain attached to sensitive nipples. The dull ache of pressure has turned them cherry-red — abused, flushed to stiff peaks. It is almost mindless how his body responds, so taken that he doesn't care how he might look, how it feels from changed physiology. And it certainly helps that he's experienced an orgasm before like this. He knows what to expect.
It doesn't prevent him from falling apart all over again, that blinding crest of pleasure when he reaches the high cliff and plunges down, core of his belly trembling through the hot shockwave. He is immediately oversensitive; Cy's fingers are too much and not enough, folds soaked in that slick flood of arousal, hips bucking uncontrollably to ride thick knuckles through it.]
Cy, Cy... I want it — I want you to fuck me. I want to feel your cock.
[In this state, it's easier to let himself slip into the vulgar language in turn, because it's what he wants and this shelter they've created is safe to bear himself.]
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It doesn't prevent him from falling apart all over again, that blinding crest of pleasure when he reaches the high cliff and plunges down, core of his belly trembling through the hot shockwave. He is immediately oversensitive; Cy's fingers are too much and not enough, folds soaked in that slick flood of arousal, hips bucking uncontrollably to ride thick knuckles through it.]
Cy, Cy... I want it — I want you to fuck me. I want to feel your cock.
[In this state, it's easier to let himself slip into the vulgar language in turn, because it's what he wants and this shelter they've created is safe to bear himself.]
Will you come inside of me? Hurry.