[It's degrading, that smear of spit across his cheek — he burns with it in the moments before that hand comes down hard on his ass, slap of skin resounding in the quiet room. He swallows a whimper from being voiced despite himself, putting his face down against the bed.
Sweetheart. There's an echo of Cy in the endearment, only tinged with something darker, potent, arousal a single flame building into fire.]
You don't know me at all.
[He picks up the sound of the box, attention fixated there until the gag is dangling in front of his eyes, deliberately presented. Sasuke's face flushes, pinched with clear understanding. The struggle is renewed, arm yanking at the rope around his waist even as it abrades skin in hot pink lines.]
Don't, [despite the earlier command, the words slip out of him unheeded.] No. You can't do that. I've never— [gasped, cut off.] I'll choke.
[He knows that Cy likes to see the fear, the fight, and so it's played here with ease, less because he is sincerely afraid than it is the act of electrified lust at the thought of Cy using his throat like this.]
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Sweetheart. There's an echo of Cy in the endearment, only tinged with something darker, potent, arousal a single flame building into fire.]
You don't know me at all.
[He picks up the sound of the box, attention fixated there until the gag is dangling in front of his eyes, deliberately presented. Sasuke's face flushes, pinched with clear understanding. The struggle is renewed, arm yanking at the rope around his waist even as it abrades skin in hot pink lines.]
Don't, [despite the earlier command, the words slip out of him unheeded.] No. You can't do that. I've never— [gasped, cut off.] I'll choke.
[He knows that Cy likes to see the fear, the fight, and so it's played here with ease, less because he is sincerely afraid than it is the act of electrified lust at the thought of Cy using his throat like this.]