[He takes the piece of food into his mouth, unable to keep from licking at Cy's fingers after, pursuing the taste — enjoying them against his mouth, some learned part of him orally fixated beneath that heavy haze of arousal. Sasuke makes a low sound of protest at that denial even if it was already expected. The hand that strokes down his body only makes it worse, makes him more aware of the throb of the toy inside of him, too thick, tormenting him in that state of desire without satisfaction in sight.
Because he wants Cy to fuck him, and this punishment only drives home that indelible fact. Waiting hours from now seems like an impossible task.]
Then, can I at least come?
[It would be again, since Cy had gotten him off beforehand, but — it's not enough. His cock is aching, lust like a wound in his body burning through sensitive nerves, making him hot, squirming on the blanket where he lies.]
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Because he wants Cy to fuck him, and this punishment only drives home that indelible fact. Waiting hours from now seems like an impossible task.]
Then, can I at least come?
[It would be again, since Cy had gotten him off beforehand, but — it's not enough. His cock is aching, lust like a wound in his body burning through sensitive nerves, making him hot, squirming on the blanket where he lies.]