[The vulgar language burns hot on his face, roots of arousal only twisted deeper in him to be made Cy's whore, to be bred for him — even if forced into such a vulnerable state. Especially for that, because he would not do this for anyone else, would not let anyone see him spread and bent in half, bare cunt on display in this changed body, and that Cy has walked him so far into a place of trust is the only reason.
It is all he wants, then, at the humiliation of his legs hiked up and hooked over strong shoulders, immobilizing him on the bed. Even breathing is made a little harder for it, knees against his chest in a crush of pressure — his body almost covered completely by Cy above him, only for this man's eyes to see. And Cy continues the obscenity of words that seem to spill second nature from his lips.
In a daring flicker of lashes, Sasuke looks down at himself at everything described — where his breasts are squeezed between legs, full cleavage a deep line down to nipples flushed that dark, abused shade of color. Further, the smooth flat of his belly indented with the effort of being folded practically in half, and further, where he can see Cy's cock sinking into the red, wet slit of his cunt too slowly, an agonizing slide of inches filling him up.
Cy's request — is met with a soft sob, less voice than air, because he's not expecting it and in this state there's nothing he would refuse this man. He manages a dizzy nod.]
Yes. [Mouth already open, about to inhale his last breath obediently.] Yes, sir.
[And then he swallows a gulp of air and seals his lips into a tight line, head tipping back on the sheets.]
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It is all he wants, then, at the humiliation of his legs hiked up and hooked over strong shoulders, immobilizing him on the bed. Even breathing is made a little harder for it, knees against his chest in a crush of pressure — his body almost covered completely by Cy above him, only for this man's eyes to see. And Cy continues the obscenity of words that seem to spill second nature from his lips.
In a daring flicker of lashes, Sasuke looks down at himself at everything described — where his breasts are squeezed between legs, full cleavage a deep line down to nipples flushed that dark, abused shade of color. Further, the smooth flat of his belly indented with the effort of being folded practically in half, and further, where he can see Cy's cock sinking into the red, wet slit of his cunt too slowly, an agonizing slide of inches filling him up.
Cy's request — is met with a soft sob, less voice than air, because he's not expecting it and in this state there's nothing he would refuse this man. He manages a dizzy nod.]
Yes. [Mouth already open, about to inhale his last breath obediently.] Yes, sir.
[And then he swallows a gulp of air and seals his lips into a tight line, head tipping back on the sheets.]