[The weight of Cy's hand on his throat only makes him more aware, an airless swallow flexing cartilage beneath that warm palm. He makes a small humming sound, mm, closed up in the tight seal behind lips, as if unable to help some acknowledgment.
Then there's that shift, Cy's cock sliding into him as he's never felt it, slow and languid and almost cruel when he can't breathe past the pleasure of that stretch. He isn't certain what he's expecting to feel when Cy bottoms out inside of him, but it isn't that — pressure inside of him, a place so deep in his belly he has no words to describe the sensation. It feels like a termination of space, dull and sore and edging a thin line of pain that doesn't quite manifest, and he can't help a frantic little squirm of hips. He's so unbearably full, and so wet, Cy's cock throbbing with a steady pulse that he realizes is his own. It becomes louder in his ears the longer he goes without air. Red-faced, swallowing again in the cradle of Cy's hand.
A hand lifts, giving Cy the gesture of a green light. A thumbs up.]
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Then there's that shift, Cy's cock sliding into him as he's never felt it, slow and languid and almost cruel when he can't breathe past the pleasure of that stretch. He isn't certain what he's expecting to feel when Cy bottoms out inside of him, but it isn't that — pressure inside of him, a place so deep in his belly he has no words to describe the sensation. It feels like a termination of space, dull and sore and edging a thin line of pain that doesn't quite manifest, and he can't help a frantic little squirm of hips. He's so unbearably full, and so wet, Cy's cock throbbing with a steady pulse that he realizes is his own. It becomes louder in his ears the longer he goes without air. Red-faced, swallowing again in the cradle of Cy's hand.
A hand lifts, giving Cy the gesture of a green light. A thumbs up.]